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Cum to Mommy

By: whoremom123



Like everyone else, I can be described a number of ways -- normal, suburban housewife, stay at home mom, soccer mom, average in looks, happily married...horny....and someone that lusts after her son and his friends. I know that many people would be shocked and appalled at that last descriptor and I can't say that I totally blame them. It's something I never thought about before. It came as a surprise to me. I'll describe how it got started.

My husband and I were married 20 years ago, when I was 18 and he was 26. A year later we had twins, Josh and Amy. Our married life has been good; my husband is a good guy and a solid provider. For the first several years of our marriage, our sex life was very satisfying, both in terms of passion and frequency. Over the years, several things have happened though. One is that my husband has begun to travel much more, with some of the trips lasting a couple of weeks or so, so we don't see each other as much. And with the travel and work, he is often tired so his sex drive just isn't what it used to be. At the same time, for some reason, my sex drive has had a dramatic upswing. Part of that may be that I gotten in much better shape physically. I have been working out and feel and look better than I have in years. 

Along with the physical part of my enhanced sexual awareness has been a slowly growing question in my mind about whether or not I have missed out on a lot sexually. I have only had sex with two people...my husband and a boy in high school and that adventure was pretty disappointing. So, I really had never experienced much sexual variety. Therefore, over the last few years, I have developed an active fantasy life...thinking about sex, imagining sexual encounters with males I either see or read about, or perhaps even movie stars, and looking and reading things online. And I started masturbating much more. I first masturbated when I was around 13 and did it fairly regularly as a teen. However, my family was religious and very straight-laced and I always felt that self-gratification was a little bit wrong. Mind you, I still did it but I was never able to let myself go completely. After marriage, I rarely masturbated until maybe three years ago, when sex with my husband became less frequent and not as satisfying and my sexual needs exploded.

Up until recently I did not actively fantasize about sex with young guys and particularly my son, at least I don't think I did. I waffle on that because I certainly began to notice him, how he had developed into such a strong, handsome guy, with a terrific body. Like many teens, he was often not even aware of his looks or effect he had on others, so I would occasionally see him in his underwear often with no shirt, and I couldn't help but notice his physique as well as the bulge in his crotch. Twice, accidentally, I saw him naked, once with his back to me, and I noticed his very firm buttocks. Once I saw him from the front, and while it was only a glance, I was astounded by his long, thick cock, surrounded by curls of pubic hair. And while I don't really think I fantasized about sex with him, there were many times when that image, of him standing there naked, popped into my mind.

And of course, since I had gotten much more sexually conscious, I wondered about my kids too. My daughter, Amy, was now 19 and fully developed with long legs, a pretty little tush, and full breasts. She was also interested in boys. I figured she masturbated frequently. I know there were lots of times when her panties were stained in the crotch, showing evidence of a wet vagina, even during the time of the month when she wasn't having her period. And I noticed a few times, that my son's sheets were spotted, probably from semen stains. And the girls that hung around him were amazingly pretty and they dressed so provocatively. So he had to either be engaging in sex or thinking about it a lot. I only repeat all this to share with you my state of mind...I was normally curious about my kids, particularly my son, but not salacious, at least at that time. 

During the period I am about to describe my husband was on a three week long, international business trip. One morning I had gotten up and got breakfast for the kids and saw them off. My works at a bookstore in the summer between college semesters, and he typically drops my daughter off at the high school she works at in the summer. After they left, I got dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and went to the basement and worked out. After 45 minutes of that I put on a load of clothes to wash and went back upstairs. I sat down on my computer and went to a couple of favorite websites and read some erotic stories and answered some emails, a couple of which were erotic exchanges I was having with a couple of guys I had an online relationship with. I also chatted with one of them, and I got so worked up, I decided to go upstairs and take care of myself. I pulled off my sweaty workout clothes and threw them in the laundry and went to my bedroom. The room had a full length mirror and I happened to glance at myself. I was proud of my body since I'd started working out. I always had a pretty good ass and tits according to my husband and comparing myself to other women my age, but in the last year or so, my waist had narrowed somewhat, and my thighs and buttocks were much firmer. My tits had gotten a little smaller as I lost weight but they were still good...a D cup...and while they sagged a little, they were still fairly full and firm. After my online activities, I noted that my nipples were hard and erect and I rolled them in my fingers a little bit. As I pulled on them, to the point it hurt a little, I felt a jolt in my vagina, like a quick charge of electricity. I reached down and ran my fingers up my slit and when I looked I noticed how shiny it was with pussy dew. I was so horny. It seemed like ages since I'd had sex.

I went to the closet and found an old overcoat in the back. In the pockets were a couple of sex toys I hid there. I pulled out a battery operated dildo, about six inches long and pretty big around, the kind that had the rotating pellets in the shaft and a little rubber clit-massager attached. 

I got in bed and spread my legs. I have always had a full bush because my husband is fine with it that way and it is much less trouble than shaving would be. The only thing I do is trim it occasionally, particularly in the summer when I may be wearing a swimsuit. I bent my knees and splayed my legs and slowly ran a finger over my pussy lips which were slightly opened. One hand slowly massaged my tits, occasionally rolling the nipples in my fingers. I kept thinking about a guy...a friend of my husband that I had long thought would be a great lover...and I imagined him watching me, stroking his hard cock, waiting to sink it inside me and fuck me like the slut that I wanted to be. My pussy ached with desire and I dipped a finger inside. I withdrew it as I looked down and saw a string of fluid connecting my cunt and the tip of my finger. I moaned and opened my pussy lips more and rubbed the flat of my hand over the swollen flesh, spreading pussy juice over my hairy crotch. I imagined a big hard cock spreading my cunt lips open and spearing me, buried deep inside my throbbing fuckhole. 

I took the dildo and sucked the head and left it shiny with saliva. Bringing my feet up off the bed, I opened my legs as wide as I could get them. I took the long, pliant but firm, head of the silicone cock and rubbed it over and between my pussy lips, getting it well-lubed with hot juice. I stuck it inside for an inch or so and then I turned the vibrator on to the lowest setting. I knew that my pussy could eat it up all the way, but I wanted to wait and savor it before getting myself off. So I fucked it deeper inside me but not as far as my hungry cunt wanted. 

I love to watch myself getting fucked so I got a pillow and put in under my head and leaned forward to watch the dick-like dildo fuck me. As I did so, I saw through the crack of the door eyes watching me...the eyes of my son. I had no idea how long he had been there but knew that I saw him and he scurried away. Needless to say, my lustful thoughts disappeared. I was mortified. I knew that he could see everything the way I was laying. My ass and my open pussy were facing the door so he could see everything...from my asshole to my open pussy with a dildo inside, and my bobbing tits. He must have come home for something. He normally calls out when he comes in but he either didn't this time, or I was so focused on my sexual needs that I didn't hear him. 

I quickly got up and got a bathrobe. I put the dildo away in the closet and sat on the bed. I couldn't believe that my son saw me that way. I didn't mind him seeing my body so much...a few times, I knew that he had glimpsed it accidentally, the same way I had seen him a couple of times. But to see me so splayed out, fucking my obviously wet and needy pussy made my mind spin. I tried to figure out what to do. I supposed the best thing to do was nothing, just forget about it, like it never happened. But, that would seem to make it very awkward for us. I didn't know how I would act around him, or him around me, knowing that he saw me that way. It would probably be in our minds every time we saw each other. No, the best thing to do was clear the air; to talk to him and tell him that I had needs to, and hoped he would understand that and eventually forget it, or if not forget it, at least not hate me for it. Maybe that would clear the air anyway.

So, I decided to simply confront him and talk to him about it. I knew he had gone to his room so I went down the hall. I knocked on him door.

"Hold on." I heard him scurrying around. Finally, "come in."

He was on his bed, wearing a pair of cut-offs with no shirt. 

I sat on the edge of his bed. "Josh, listen, this is awkward for both of us. I know you saw me. And I'm...I'm sorry you saw me like that. I thought I was alone in the house. It's just...well, with your father gone so much, I...well, I just get lonely and I did it. I...I don't know what to say."

He didn't look at me but responded. "Mom, I understand. You don't have to be sorry. I shouldn't have looked."

"How long were you...how much...?"

Josh blushed. "Not much. I just saw you....I guess I had been standing there a while though. I'm sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have looked. It's just...I...I couldn't help it."

"No, it's my fault for not closing my door," I replied. "I thought you were at work."

"They are doing construction in the parking lot and so they closed the store for today. I forgot about it."

I couldn't help but notice how much my son had developed over the last year. He was already tall...now almost 6', and over the last year, with swimming, football, and working out with weights, he was certainly well muscled, "rippled" I guess they call it now. His chest was broad and it tapered down to a very narrow waist. He had a little hair on his chest, not much, but his shorts were pulled down and I could see the trace of light fuzz that began at his navel and ran towards his groin and I remembered the day I saw him naked, with his big cock dangling, the base of it covered in brown, curly public hair. I thought about how it would look now. 

As I observed his body, I noticed that the crotch of his shorts was tented. I thought he must have been erect, if not fully, at least partially. I wondered if the sight of me fucking myself did that to him. He had tried to hide it by the way he was leaning on his side, with his leg bent in such a way that his shorts bloused out naturally, but it was evident.

"Josh, as I said I'm sorry I didn't close my door. You must have been shocked to see me that way. Were you son?"

He blushed again. "Yes...yes ma'am. I was shocked...but...but." He looked at me plaintively.

I couldn't help it. As I sat there and thought about him seeing me, it turned from something I was embarrassed about to something I was turned on by. I was still mortified but also aroused. I felt my pussy become moist again like it was earlier. And to know that he stood there and watched suggested that he just have been turned on. And that hard cock of his was proof of that. 

"Josh you can say whatever you want to me. How did you feel when you saw me?"

He reddened. "Embarrassed, I guess. But...I...I shouldn't have watched so long."

"Josh, like I say, you can be honest with me. Tell me the truth. Were you a little bit excited too?" I asked tentatively.

"I...I guess I was a little bit. You looked...not like my mom...you looked like any other woman." 

"Were you...playing with yourself when I knocked on your door? It's okay if you were. That's natural. I can understand that. Sometimes I think about seeing men do that and I get...you know, so it's natural."

He looked away. "Yes Mom...I couldn't help myself."

I put my hand on his leg and slowly caressed his calf. His skin was so smooth and firm. I could tell he was getting hard again. He shifted a little to get more comfortable but he didn't move away. My hand kept caressing him, getting higher and higher on his leg.

"Josh, like I said, it's natural to feel that way. Just like it was natural for me to be doing that. I know I shouldn't have let you see me, but I couldn't help doing what I did. I just get so...oh, I don't know how to say it...I just get lonely and needy."

He put his hand on top of mine. "Mom, like I said, I understand. Mom, it looked...I liked watching."

He slid down the bed toward me and laid flat. It was evident now that he was hard. And he knew that I knew he was hard. He didn't try to hide it like he did at first. His breathing was becoming raspy and labored. 

"Just be still, Josh. Mommy will take care of you. Don't worry...just lie there and enjoy yourself."

My fingers traced around the legs of his shorts. He began moaning softly. I reached through the leg hole of his shorts and caressed, my hand near his balls. I ran my hand all around his leg. He spread them out a little and it looked like his cock was about to burst out of his pants he was so hard. As I leaned down to stroke his leg, my robe fell open and the tops and sides of my breasts were revealed. It had also pulled open below the waist and my legs and upper thighs were showing. I pushed my hands further up under the shorts and as I touched his testicles, he moaned again, somewhat louder now. He didn't have on underwear. I cupped his balls and rolled them around in my hand for a minute, and was amazed at how his sac was tight around them and I couldn't believe how big they were. I then put my other hand up the other leg of his shorts and wrapped it around the base of his cock. He was so thick and hard that I couldn't even reach around him. I pumped him a couple of times but my hands were so constricted I couldn't do much.

I got on my knees and pulled the robe open and let it fall to the floor. Through half --lidded eyes my son saw me. I stayed up for a moment so he could see my tits and the rest of my body including my hairy pussy. I was breathing so hard I couldn't have spoken if I had wanted to. It was like I was in some erotic zone. I couldn't have stopped now if my husband had walked in and saw us. 

I leaned down to unbutton and unzip his shorts. Because he was so hard and his cock so big, I had to get the crotch all the way open so he could lift himself and I could pull the shorts down over his hips and legs. 

I was astonished at the sight. He was bigger than my husband, both in length and circumference. His cock was slightly curved and because he was so hard his cock was pointed towards his face. I could see it throb every time he breathed. His shaft was lined with bulging veins. His balls were tight against his body. And the overall impressions I got from seeing him totally naked were leanness, smoothness, and sexual tension. 

He continued to look at me and he paid particular attention to my tits hanging a few inches over his legs. My nipples felt like they were bursting and my cunt was draining fluid down my leg as I reached out to feel his cock. I squeezed the head. I pulled his cock back towards me and it was tight...it felt like a coiled spring. I couldn't believe how beautiful he was and how exciting it was to hold my son's hard cock in my hands...the son that had come out of my now wet and warm pussy. The pussy that was now throbbing for his hard dick.

Leaning on one hand I stroked his cock with the other. I wanted to explore the length of it. I knew he was close to cumming and frankly so was I. I leaned down to kiss his cockhead and took it inside my mouth. He jerked involuntarily and I knew he was getting close. I lowered my mouth down his shaft, taking the slight saltiness and smelling the slight musky odor of a young boy in heat. I wanted to devour that marvelous golden cock. The shaft was slick from my saliva draining down it and I felt the veins as my lips caressed him. I held his tight balls. My head jolted as his ass lifted and he began to thrust. I held his cock and began to jack him off with my mouth closed over it. I was masturbating him inside my mouth. I felt a couple of jerks and tasted the first stream of cum as it erupted and spewed from his cock. My pussy was humping as I was mouthfucking him and jacking him off. I quickly swallowed his cum.

But I wanted more. So I moved up his body straddling him and spread my leg to the side so my cunt was open. I took his cumming cock and plunged him inside me. It felt like I was being split open but God, what a glorious feeling.

"Fuck Mommy Josh, fuck Mommy's hot cunt. Cum inside Mommy's cunt, Josh. Cum, cum, cum, cum," I kept repeating over and over.

My words and my wetness and warmth as I engulfed him inflamed him more and as he humped me, I could feel another eruption of cum hit the walls of my cunt. I fucked him as hard as I could with the downstrokes burying his cock up to his balls. His cock engorged my cunt more than anything ever had, spreading me out and stretching me. But somehow my greedy pussy took it all and if he'd had more, I would have wanted that too. His whole body was jerking each time he squirted and both his hands groped my dangling, flopping tits. I yelled as my contractions started and the muscles of my cunt, already tight with his big dick squeezed him even more and milked him of whatever cum he had left. I came over and over and by then he was just twitching periodically, humping a little but primarily just quivering. Finally, my contractions subsided, and I lifted my leg off him and his long dick flopped against his belly. I moved down to take it in my mouth. I licked him clean and let the rest of the thin cum draining from his cock settle into my mouth where it pooled. I moved it around a little, coating my teeth and gums and I swallowed.

In a few minutes, I stood. My son's cock was now limp and lying against his belly. It was red from the fucking we just had and my cunt was sore. I leaned down to kiss my son's cock. Then I pulled a sheet over my son and gathered my robe and left the room. 

I took a shower and went downstairs. My son stayed in his room. My mind was reeling with emotions. First was simple disbelief that I would allow this to happen. What kind of person has sex with her own son? Secondly, I was concerned about the effect on Josh. Would it kill our relationship? What would he think of me as a mother? Would this make him "warped" in some way? Would it cause him psychological problems and cause him problems with relationships in the future? Would he tell? If he did, it would be devastating. But another part of my thoughts concerned the sexual part. I had to admit that the sex part was great. I loved the feel of Josh's cock in my hands, mouth, and pussy, and thinking about it caused me to get wet all over again.


Cum to Mommy Ch. 02



Both my son, Josh, and daughter Amy are now in college. It has been a year since Josh and I started the sexual part of our relationship. Fairly quickly after the first time, he went away to college in another state so I only saw him a few times a year, and every time he was home we found a way and time to have sex. It almost seemed like a routine affair between two adults, except of course it wasn't like that at all. We were mother and son.

Most of the fears that I had early on were unfounded. We seemed to have an amazing capacity for compartmentalizing this whole thing. When others were around, we seemed about as normal as any other family. We watched movies together, ate together, played in the pool, went on vacations, typical things that families did. Neither my daughter or husband had an inkling and truthfully, I can see why they didn't because, except for the sex, everything else stayed the same.

And it didn't really affect my relationship with my husband. He still travels in his job and is gone for as little as one or two nights and sometimes up to two to three weeks at a time. I have read about some women who say their sex lives with their husband improved when they had an affair. Mine didn't but it didn't deteriorate either. We still enjoyed sex when he first arrived home after a long trip and after a week or so, we might have sex again. It was perfectly pleasant; I can't say it was hot and fevered but it was fine. And it had not been that intense for the last few years.

The only small concern was that my son didn't seem to be developing relationships with girls his own age, or at least I thought that was the case. That was confirmed to a degree by his friend Kurt that was from our hometown and went to the same college as Josh. Kurt would tease Josh about not having a girlfriend. It may have just been two guys kidding each other and in some ways it wasn't a big deal. I was probably exaggerating things. And there was probably a small part of me that would have even been a little jealous but I also wanted Josh to have normal relations with girls and I was afraid I had affected that. A few times -- well, actually a lot of times -- I would swear that I wasn't going to do it anymore. But, almost as soon as he would get home, we would be at it again.

The last time he came home was a little different. He'd been gone for three months and when he got home both my husband and Amy, and his visiting grandparents were there so there was no occasion for the first two days to get together. We didn't even refer to it and it always make we wonder if he'd decided not to do it anymore, either because he was horrified by the thought of having his mother as a sex partner, or because he had simply lost interest in me. I could understand either. While I consider myself to be desirable and attractive, and yes, sexy, I was also nearing 40 years old and he was barely 20. 

But, that didn't stop me from thinking about it -- a lot. We would be lounging around in the den for example and I would notice how he is sitting -- and I would look at his lap to see if I could discern the outline of his cock, or I would imagine that his eyes were on my breasts. And sometimes when the thoughts and images would be so strong, even when I wasn't very conscious of it, and I would discover that my pussy was soaked. I am embarrassed to say that even when I washed his underwear, just feeling his shorts (and sometimes actually sniffing them to try to catch his smell) got me going to the point I would have to rub myself.

The first two days he was home he was rarely home actually. He usually hung out with his friends, going to movies, playing basketball or doing whatever kids of that age do. So there was no chance to do anything and it would have been hard anyway with everyone around.

The third day Josh got up while Amy was still asleep, and his father was out back with his parents. I was in the basement laundry room sorting clothes to be washed.

"Mom, Dad, is anyone home?" he yelled as soon as he got downstairs.

"I'm downstairs Josh, and not so loud, Amy is still asleep."

I heard him come tromping down the stairs. I kept sorting clothes as he asked me what was for breakfast. 

"I don't know, Josh. Everyone else has eaten. What do you want."?

As I finished the question, he came into the laundry room. All he had on was a swimsuit. He often had a quick breakfast and then went out to swim in the mornings. 

"Hey, where is everyone else?" he asked with a smile.

"You dad and grandparents are out back looking at the new patio and like I said, Amy is still asleep. Did you sleep well?"

"Like a baby," he responded, "we didn't get in until kinda late so it was nice sleeping in. I'm hungry, though. What did you say was there for breakfast?"

As he said this, he looked at me appraisingly, like he was sizing something up. Even then, sex didn't enter my mind because everyone was around, maybe not right with us but close by. Every other time we'd done it, no one in the family was within miles of the house.

"Well, we have all kinds of things...bagels, cereal, eggs...what are you hungry for?"

He looked at me and smiled. 

"Pussy."

That rendered me almost speechless.

"What?" I asked as if I hadn't heard.

He walked over to me and pulled me close and kissed me, at the same time reaching his hands down to cup each of my buttocks in his big hands. He pulled me close and ass he did, I marveled again at how quickly his cock had gotten hard and how big -- and good -- it felt as he pressed against me. 

I pulled away, or at least tried to. "No, come on, Josh, not with everyone all around. What if someone walked in and saw us this way?"

Without answering, he reached down to the hem of my skirt, pulled it up and cupped my crotch, covering it with his hand. He held it tightly and I almost slumped to the floor with surprise, and yes, lust.

He leaned close and said huskily, "You know you want me to fuck this. I can feel the heat coming from your hot little cunt Mom."

"No, Josh, not here...not, not now. Too many people..."

As I was talking to him he roughly shifted the leg-hole of my panties to the side and put a finger on my labia. I clearly didn't want to do this right now because of the risk involved. I reached down to push his hand away.

"Josh, stop it right now. We can do this later. What if your Dad came downstairs, or Amy? Let's just figure out..."

Again, before I could finish my thought, Josh kissed me and as he did so, his finger slipped up inside my pussy. Involuntarily, I spread my legs a little to accommodate him. God, what a slut I was! I could tell that I was soaked and he had no problem probing as far into me as he wanted, with my pussy offering no resistance. What had I turned into?

But, I still struggled against him and kept telling him no. It almost felt like rape and while that had always repelled me and still does, a big part of me knew that if he quit and walked away I would be panting for him. One of his hands was probing my cunt, one was massaging my breasts and his tongue was probing my mouth. I was pressed against the washer and couldn't have gotten away even if I wanted to, and as much as I protested, I also knew what I wanted...his...his cock. For some reason that is as hard to say writing it after the fact as when it was happening. I was turning into his slut.

"Quit struggling Mom. Your pussy is saying something different. You are totally wet."

He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and he seemed to shift a little bit and his shorts were on the floor....he wasn't wearing underwear. His big cock sprang out; he was fully hard. He took one of my hands and moved it to his groin. I was still struggling and while I resisted when he guided my hand, once I touched his flesh, I knew it was all over. I still muffled some protests but my fingers wrapped around his shaft and held it. As I always did, I marveled at how big he was and how hard he seemed to get. It was like feeling a velvet covered steel rod. Almost against my will my other hand reached down to cup his balls and we stayed like that, with him probing my pussy while I massaged his genitals, until he broke away panting. Quickly, roughly, he turned me so that I was facing the washer. He bent me over and almost in the same motion, pulled my panties to the side. 

"Now tell me what you want Mom. You tried to pull away. What do you want me to do now, Mom?"

I was helpless, physically and with the lust that was now out of control. "Oh, God, God, fuck me Josh. Fuck me." All the time I was reaching around me to grab his cock and position it at my starved pussy lips. I felt like the lower part of my body was on fire with need. I had lost all semblance of being a mother. Now it was just a woman desperately wanting a man. 

He took me totally by pushing into my waiting hole so hard he almost lifted me off my feet. Normally, like any woman, I prefer a man to get his cock lubricated before entering me entirely, particularly if it is a big one. But, not only did he meet no resistance except my writhing, needy flesh but also he was able to sink it up to his balls in one thrust. I pushed back almost as hard trying to capture every square centimeter if his big dick. I obviously don't know how it feels for a man but for a woman, one that is ready, there is nothing like the sensation of having a needy, wet pussy filled by a big pulsing cock. 

When relating something that happened, obviously one searches for apt descriptors. I could use a score of words for what my son did to me that day but a few less will suffice. He fucked me. He screwed me. He mounted me like a horse and fucked me silly. His big cock pounded my pussy, probing deep inside it, to the point that I could feel his balls press against my clit. And almost as soon as he penetrated me, I started cumming. I pushed back as hard as he was pushing into me simply because I felt like I wanted to devour him. It wasn't enough to just fuck; it was like I wanted him back inside my womb. Maybe that's the reason for a lot of fucking, but it sure seems accentuated when it's your son. In either case, while he fucked he hell out of me, I gave him a fucking as well.

It took everything I could do to keep from yelling, the whole time but particularly when I felt his load starting to erupt inside me. He always has an amazing amount of cum and this time was certainly no exception. He filled me up and kept pounding, his strokes getting shorter but no less hard and insistent. Finally, grunting and snorting, with my poor pussy no doubt red and swollen from the fucking, he slowed and then stopped and draped over my back. I don't know how long we stayed like that but it finally hit me that if anyone walked downstairs we would be in full view. So, I finally turned, wiped the rest of the cum from Josh's semi-soft cock, sucked it off my fingers and told him to put on his shorts. As for me, I had a major clean-up job; big globs of cum were still dripping from my swollen pussy.

It is still amazing to me how we went from that and then slipped back into an almost normal mom-son relationship. It wasn't totally without its moments of course, but believe it or not, I did not think of our sexual relationship every time I thought of him. 

The next few days flew by. Because so many people were around and our busy schedules, it never seemed natural or easy for us to get together. His grandparents left three days before both Josh and Amy had to go back to school so I kept wondering if time was running out and that it would be another two or three months before...well, before I got to have sex with Josh. There were two things going on that inhibited me from initiating anything. One was that I didn't want to act like I was forcing anything in case Josh was growing tired of me. I know that sounds pretty passive on my part but I knew how inappropriate this all was and I didn't want to be the one to perpetuate this if he was somehow reluctant. I knew that sooner or later he would grow tired of my older body; that was natural. The other reason was a little more complicated. 

Even though I was bold enough to have sex with my son, and to be the one that followed him down the hall that day and went into his room, believe it or not I rarely had ever initiated sex before. Don't get me wrong - I was a very, very active partner once someone else made the first move -- but it was difficult for me to begin the whole thing, even though I was often constantly horny. I have only recently started learning about being submissive and I think I am a submissive woman by nature. I like a man to take charge. I like for him to be the one that demands and is willing to take what he wants. As mortified as I was to begin with, the way my son took me in the basement was something I just loved. The idea of simply submitting to a man's will was very powerful but frankly it was also one I had never thought too much about because of my lack of experience. 

My strongest desire was that Josh would be bold enough again to make the first move. And my greatest fear was that because I am his mother and used to taking care of him, that he would not put himself in the role of taking care of me sexually. God, it was so complicated. But, in one way it was very simple -- as much as I knew it was wrong, I wanted him to fuck me. 

Strangely enough, for two people living in the same house, my answer arrived by email. 

"My friend Kurt has given me the keys to his family's lake house and I will be there tomorrow afternoon. I assume that is the day you have to go shopping, or to get your hair done, or...well, you figure it out. Just make sure that you have on a pair of sexy panties and call me on the way so we can chat. I want to get you in the "mood." And then I saw a second email, sent just after the first one:

"And while you are my mom MOST of the time, tomorrow afternoon all you are is a woman I want to mount and fuck. I think about it and my cock gets hard. No cumming until tomorrow -- for either of us, understand???"

I don't know how that affects you as a reader but for me, it inflamed me about to a boiling point. I was alone in my room when I opened the emails which was a good thing because I could feel my body changing. My nostrils flared, I began to breathe harder, and I could tell that my boobs were swelling and my nipples were hardening. But, most indicative of my situation is that I involuntarily spread my legs and my hand went down to my crotch. I was wearing pants and I unzipped them and immediately detected the heat. And when I touched my lips, they were dewy already. It would have been so easy them to get off, with just a few taps and touches of my clit. My cunt felt so empty that I wanted to plunge my fingers, or a dildo, or a fucking baseball bat up inside it and fuck it furiously. But, I also wanted to wait and savor and think and anticipate. 

I immediately replied that I would be there at 1. I didn't want to say anything else because he had clearly taken charge and I would just respond to his commands.

There's not much I can say about the next morning except that it was very, very long. I went to bed with a wet pussy, I woke up with one and it seemed to be steaming all morning. I don't know about other females but whenever I get in this state, it seems like every sensation is one that reminds me how horny I am. For example, I was dusting some books in the den and straddled an ottoman to reach the lower shelves and as I splayed my legs, my pussy opened and I became much more aware of the pressure. I wanted to grind back and forth in a fucking motion, like I was riding a cock. Or even when I put on my bra, the fabric scrapped against my erect, hard nipples sending a shiver through my body. 

My husband would be in his office this afternoon and Amy said that she would be out with friends so I just casually mentioned that I would be out shopping and running errands so the coast was clear for the afternoon. Josh had left earlier in the day while I was on the phone so I didn't even see him.

Late morning, I took a long shower and then got out clothes to wear. This was the first time that we'd -- or he'd -- planned things in advance like this, and since I'd never had an affair or were planning to rendezvous with a sex partner outside of my marriage. And, I am sad to say that I don't "dress-up" for my husband because, well, because he doesn't seem to want it or need it. So, I wasn't quite sure what to put on. After trying several things, I ended up wearing a pair of white sheer panties and a matching bra that clearly showed my taut nipples. I hoped these things wouldn't be on me long but I wanted Josh to be able to see his mom dressed in a sexy outfit. Other than the lingerie, the rest of my outfit wasn't that sexy, just a summery yellow sundress.

It was about thirty minutes to the lake house. It was pretty secluded and fairly basic. We'd picked Josh up there a few times when he was visiting with his friend. As soon as I was out of traffic, I nervously called Josh's cell phone.

"Hi Rita. I take it you're on your way?" He had never called me by my first name before so I was a little taken aback, but I have to admit, a little thrilled at the same time. 

"Yeah, I left a few minutes ago so I should be there by 1:00. How long have you been there?"

"Most of the day. And Rita...my cock's been hard almost all day. Do you want to feel it when you get here? Do you want to taste it? How about sliding it up inside your hairy little pussy Rita? Do you want that?"

I gasped as he talked to me and I could barely reply, "yes...yeah, you know I do, Josh. Very much."

"Say it Rita, tell me what you want. Say it out loud...and Rita, tell me how you feel right now."

I actually whimpered a little bit I was so hot. "I want it, Josh. You know how much I want it."

Josh's voice was harsher and more guttural than I'd ever heard him. "What do you want Rita. Tell me what you want. You know what I want don't you?'

"God, Josh, ok...I...I want to hold your cock and suck it. And I want you to fuck me with it. I want you to fuck mommy. Please...please, Josh."

"Good Rita. And how do you feel right now? Is your pussy wet Rita? Is your pussy ready for fucking?"

I knew I had to get off the phone before I had an accident, even though there was almost no traffic. "Yes, Josh, very, very wet Josh. It....it has been all day and all night Josh. So wet Josh, so ready. God, Josh, I have to go...bye."

And I hung up the phone before I went crazy. For the next few miles, I was in a daze. I couldn't believe how wet and hot I was. I was afraid I was going to cum just remembering the sound of Josh's voice and hearing how horny he was. 

I had forgotten how secluded this place was. It was down a long winding road and as I pulled into the driveway, the only houses I could see were across the lake. I parked next to Josh's car.

I didn't know whether to knock or just walk in so I first tapped lightly and when I didn't hear anything, I opened the door slightly and stuck my head in. "Josh, are you here?"

"In here Rita." His voice even sounded different. 

I didn't quite know where he was because I was not that familiar with the layout of the house. So I just followed the sound of his voice. I entered a room that looked like a great room or large den overlooking the lake. I still didn't see Josh, and just as I was about to call again, I felt arms wrap around me from behind.

"God, Josh. You scared me to death. What are you doing?"

"Getting ready to get some pussy Rita. Are you wet?"

I tried to turn but he held me; I could feel his breath on my neck as his arms crossed and massaged my tits. 

"Yes, Josh....I am so, so wet."

"Let's see." He reached down and pulled up my shirt and put his hand on my crotch and held it. I spread my legs a little to give him more room. I was almost embarrassed by how horny and wet I was. His hand pressed my crotch and my knees almost buckled.




Cum to Mommy Ch. 02



"Wow, Rita. You are wet. You hot cunt needs my cock doesn't it?"

"Yes, Josh, it does. Fuck me. Fuck Mommy."

"I will, Rita, but first I need to do something."

He pulled me over to the soft and pushed me down. As he stood, I reached for his shorts and quickly unzipped them and pushed them down his leg. His glorious cock sprang out; it was so beautiful surrounded my dark brown sprigs of hair. I held it with both hands and put it to my mouth. I was just able to cover the head when he pulled my head back. 

"Before you suck my cock, I want to taste how wet you are. I want to taste your cum, Rita."

He lifts my legs and pulls my panties off and flings them away. He then pulls my legs back to my chest and splays me out wide open. He had a hungry, almost out-of-control look in his eyes and his breathing was very labored. He sounded like an animal in heat. There was no lightness or playing; it was all business very intense. Desire had nothing to do with it now; everything was driven by need. He knew what he wanted and he was going to get it. I feel him breathe on my heaving flesh. My pussy was gaped open and glistening. I think I could smell my lust. I didn't know if I can stand it any longer. 

"I am going to suck your cunt, Rita."

He kissed my open pussy and I groan. I felt and saw his tongue dart out and run up and down my slit. His hands pulled my asscheeks apart and one of his fingers used the moisture dripping from my pussy to massage my asshole. I moaned and whimpered uncontrollably. I began to try to hump him but in the position I was in, I couldn't really do it very well so I was just writhing around. I moved my legs down and wrapped them lightly around his head and his mouth was now glued to my pussy. I reached down to hold his head and grind it against me. He made a sucking, vacuuming sound; he was sucking my pussy, swallowing the juice. An orgasm seemed to build from the tips of my toes up my body and as I felt his probing tongue, it erupted, wave after wave. I can't describe what I sounded like or what I was saying, if anything. Emotion and lust overwhelmed me. I had no control over my body or my mind; wherever my lust led me, that's just where it led me. Whatever my son wanted to do to me, he could do. He took me, he took my body, and he took my emotions. 

As the waves of contractions begin to subside, I only wanted one thing and somehow I was able to ask. "Josh, please fuck Mommy. Fuck me, Josh."

He stood. His face was shiny with my juices. Sometime...I don't even know when, he'd removed the t-shirt he'd been wearing, so he stood there naked, his cock so erect and stiff it was pulsing and pointed towards his face. As I reached up to grab for it, Josh grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. He quickly pulled my blouse off and unhooked my bra and my tits fell free. My nipples felt like they were going to burst as his hands scraped over them briefly. He turned me and pushed me down so I was leaning with my arms bent and propped on the back of the sofa and my ass was towards him. Instinctively, I opened my legs because I wanted to offer myself to my son. 

I reached underneath and between my legs and grabbed his cock and pulled it down to my waiting, heaving pussy. I think I was still having waves of mini-orgasms so my pussy must have been tight with the contractions. He leaned into me at the same time I thrust back to receive him and he buried his cock into me balls-deep. God, the pleasure was exquisite. There are a lot of things in life I haven't experienced but the ecstasy of receiving a hard cock inside a needy pussy has to be near the top of the sensations that a human being can have. 

Josh held my asscheeks apart as he continued to fuck deep inside me. He was a "grunter" and on every stroke he make a deep guttural sound that further inflamed me. As he made each sound, it elicited one from me, sometimes trying to say something ("FUCK ME, FUCK MOMMY") but sometime just snorting and grunting and moaning. My hairy hot cunt felt like it wanted my son to fuck himself back inside it. I could feel his balls nestle against my clit on each stroke and, between our mutual outbursts, I could hear the slippery, sloppy, sucking sounds of wet flesh caressing. 

I don't know how many orgasms I had or if I ever paused between them. If it is possible, my body felt tense with pleasure and anticipation but limp from the explosion of lust. The strokes increased in intensity and in force. He was virtually lifting me off my feet with each thrust. I didn't think that I had any heights of passion left but when my son began to say the following, my whole being was riveted in the moment.

"Cum on me, Rita. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my cock, Rita."

All I could do was thrust back, try to grip his cock hard, and grunt, "UH, UH, UH, Fuck Mommy, Fuck Mommy." As his intensity peaked and just before I felt his cock explode with a gushing of cum inside me, he reached up to grab my shoulder as leverage to ram my cunt harder. His fucking to be some combination of passion and punishment and, strangely, I welcomed both.

Finally, with one final thrust, plastering his lower belly to me, dick buried to the hilt, he leaned over me, and I felt his sweaty torso cover my back. We stayed like that for a moment until my knees buckled and we almost felt. Finally, we turned and sat next to each other and as I looked down to see his softening cock, I got on my knees and cleaned my son with my mouth.

Afterwards we talked and again me fucked, and fucked again. In one of our conversations, he gave me something that I fantasized about over and over afterwards.

"Josh, when I first came in and couldn't find you, I thought you had a big surprise for me. I almost was afraid you had someone else with you. Like maybe you'd been crazy enough to invite Kurt or something. Crazy what goes through your mind when you're nervous."

Josh looked at me with a small smile. "And how would you have felt about that?"

"I would have been mortified. I would have never forgiven you for that."

As he replied, he leaned over and slipped a finger inside my pussy and I spread my legs to give him room. "You're lying, Rita. I bet you would have loved it. I bet you would have to have two young guys fucking you."

"Josh, don't say things like that to your mother." But I'm afraid my actions gave me away. I held his hand and began to hump him as he continued to tease me about getting fucked by two young men.



Cum to Mommy Ch. 03



My sexual relationship with my son started over six years ago. I wrote two stories about and started a third but didn't get around to finishing it because things were changing along the way and it was simply hard to catch up. 

I am not going to recap what happened in the first couple of years after it began because you can read that for yourself in my earlier submissions. I will give you a brief overview of the major events over the last few years but more importantly, share with you where things are now. By the way, thanks to all those that have emailed me. I appreciate it very much. To answer the biggest question that people ask, yes, this really happened. The only things I have changed are names and some of the conversation that I have frankly forgotten so I re-created it as best I could.

My son Josh and I began having sex when he was in college, and it continued for three years and it was amazing. It was strange; in every other way, our relationship was like a typical mother and son. I know it is hard to believe but when we were around others no one could have ever guessed what was below the surface. I still worried about him, took care of him and his sister, also in college, washed his clothes, nagged him about grades or staying out too late, just like every mom. But, when we could get away or were sure we were alone at home, we went after each other like rabbits. I found out that I had more than a small submissive streak and Josh was pretty dominant - and constantly horny - so he always initiated things and took control. Sometimes, even when people were around, he would brush up against me or let his hands dangle to his crotch, our eyes would connect and my pussy would be drenched, and he admitted that he would get erect. It was truly the most wonderful sex I'd ever had.

Everything changed the third year. He'd told me about this girl he'd been seeing and I was relieved in some ways because I was afraid our sexual practices would inhibit him from developing relationships with girls his age and I knew deep down that he needed that. Nevertheless, a part of me was actually jealous. In the first few months after he started seeing Louisa, nothing changed that much. We still had torrid sex when he got home and once, I even visited the town his college was in and he stayed with me at the hotel and we slept together and had great sex. But, as his relationship with Louisa grew and deepened, our sex became less frequent and finally, it stopped altogether. Strangely, we never talked about it stopping; it just did and I knew that was inevitable at some point. But, my God, it was tough. Much of the difficulty was sexual deprivation to a degree. Josh's father was away so frequently we simply didn't have much time together but more than that, while at one time the sex with my husband was good, it couldn't compare to the pleasure I got with Josh. Besides that, things like his young, large cock, perhaps the illicitness or young passion or whatever it was made for sexual ecstasy. And, I suspect another reason it was so difficult that I was simply jealous of Louisa getting his attention...and his big cock. But, I think I did a very, very good job of not letting on that it bothered me.

One time I even thought about having an affair if I could get it arranged. I was still in pretty good shape for an older broad - very little extra weight if any, tits that were still fairly taut and an ass that had only softened a bit over the years. And my legs were still good so all in all, I thought I might be able to attract a young man and have the same kind of sex with him I did with Josh. I even had a target guy in mind - one of my clients (I am an independent accountant). He was married, about my age, and a very nice, attractive man. One day he came over to my office at home to discuss a tax matter. Normally he bought his assistant with him but he was alone this time. We flirted and he gave me a very promising kiss and pressed himself to me when he left. I could tell he was erect and Lord knows I was wet so it looked promising but then Josh visited and well, you will see what happened.

This happened a month ago. It had been over two years since Josh and I had any form of sexual relations, no talk of it, no suggestive comments, nothing. During that time, there was numerous opportunities, even several times when my husband and daughter were away and it was just Josh and me in the house for a day or two alone. As hard as I tried not to, I wanted it but Josh never made any moves or gestures that indicated he did. I probably would have responded but I would never have initiated it. 

Josh was working in the city where he'd gone to college, and he was living with Louisa, but they had not married. No one seemed to pay any attention to that these days. Anyway, one day he called and spoke to his father and said that he had a couple of days off and would like to come home and talk to us about something. As usual, when your kid tells you that, you automatically expect the worst but his father pushed him on it but Josh just laughed and said there was nothing wrong but he had some news that he wanted to tell us in person. He said that Louisa was working in her catering business and couldn't come with him. So that afternoon, he arrived. 

Other than dressing better and cutting his hair shorter, he looked pretty much the same as during his college years. He as tall and slim and quite handsome. I won't go into his other physical attributes because you can see that in the other stories if you're interested. But, let me suffice to say, ahem, that he is rather well endowed in the nether regions.

The news was that he had a great opportunity for advancement at his company but it would involve moving to the west coast - in three weeks! He also said that right now Louisa is not moving with him because her catering business is growing rapidly and she didn't want to leave that. He seemed okay with the decision and said he thought things would work out some way with Louisa but that he knew that long distance relationships were very difficult. He said they were going to try because they loved each other but the business opportunities for both of them were just too great to pass up right now. He said since this would be the last time he could visit before he moved, he would stay home a couple of nights if that was okay. Of course it was even though his father had to leave on a business trip the next day. So, that night we had a really nice, relaxing dinner. Our daughter was away at graduate school but otherwise, it was almost like old times.

The next day, Josh hung around the house in the morning and had breakfast with us. He then drove his father to the airport and on the way back called to say he was going to visit a couple of friends and that he would return later in the day. I worked in the yard most of the morning. Around 12:30, Josh called and asked if I would like to join him and Kurt, his high school friend that used to hang around our house all the time, for a late lunch. I was flattered and quickly accepted. I cleaned and put away the garden tools, took a shower and was getting ready to go out when Josh called again and asked if it would be okay if they picked up some something to have lunch at our place. So I got the table ready on the patio next to the pool. They bought home some Mediterranean food and we had a lovely lunch. It was a pretty warm day in late summer but nevertheless it was very pleasant. It was also nice to catch up with Kurt, who'd been Josh's best friend since grammar school. He'd dropped out of college and stayed in town to work for his dad who was in the real estate development business. 

During lunch, we all caught up. Josh told us more about his new opportunity. Kurt filled us in on his job in his father's firm. I playfully asked him about his love life. Josh laughed and said that Kurt had already run through all the girls in a 50 mile radius so he needed to expand his territory. Kurt laughed as well and didn't say much to dispute those remarks. But one of Kurt's friends that I'd seen a few days ago told me that Kurt was very serious about one girl that had moved away for a job and he was heartbroken. Whatever the real story was, I knew he wouldn't have much problem finding a girl. He was like a blond version of Josh, just a couple of inches taller. It was a little hard to tell under the loose clothes he was wearing but if he had stayed in half the shape he used to be in, he was quite a hunk.

The boys decided to hang around the pool and take a swim. Josh lent Kurt a pair of trunks and they came back out and jumped in. After swimming around and splashing each other several times and generally horse-playing around, they got out of the pool to get a pool volleyball and net. I tried not to be too obvious about it, but the sight of them in their swimsuits got this old girl's attention. It wasn't because the suits were brief or anything; as a matter of fact they were big and blousey. Being wet, the fabric clung to their bodies and I could see the big bulges at their groin. Obviously, I knew what Josh carried under his but Kurt's was just as well filled out. I fantasized about pulling the suits away to reveal those beautiful cocks and tight, big balls...well, I was getting too carried away! But I knew I was getting sexually excited. Once they got the pool equipment Josh said, "Mom, c'mon and join us. It feels great." Kurt chimed in as well so I went in to change.

As I stripped to change into my swimsuit, I looked in the full length mirror in the bedroom. I watched my weight and exercised pretty regularly and except for my full tits sagging a little more or perhaps a little softer belly, I was pleasantly surprised when I looked at myself. I had always been told by boys that I have a nice ass and I still felt like it was pretty firm. And my breasts weren't bad either. My nipples were still big and taut, and when excited, still get as hard as pebbles. All in all, I still felt good about myself but I was still a little apprehensive about wearing anything other than a pretty conservative swimsuit around two guys that were used to seeing bodies of girls at least 20 years younger than me. So I pulled a one piece black suit out and started to put in or but first...first, I put my foot on the bed and reached down to just touch my pussy for a minute. As I suspected, it was soaking wet. I couldn't help but stroke it a few times and dip a finger inside but I knew that if I really got started, I'd have to finish it off and I wanted to wait and do that tonight when I was alone and had more time.

So I went back down and Kurt whistled. Of course I blushed and told him he was being naughty. I jumped in and we all started playing with the volleyball; we played a few games, with me switching sides. Then we switched to Marco Polo and thrashed around together and a few times, as I brushed up against either Josh or Kurt, I thought I could feel the well-filled crotch of their swimsuit but that may have been wishful thinking. What was real is that both Josh and Kurt were not bashful about brushing against my tits or ass, and once Kurt's leg got between mine and it seemed like he was in no hurry to move it, and I guess if truth be known I wasn't either. Finally we stopped, all pretty sapped by the thrashing around. Kurt asked if we had any beer around and I told him that we didn't buy it much anymore since Josh was not at home. He volunteered to go get some so he slipped on a shirt and left. 

Josh sat on the side of the pool and I stayed in. We chatted about his moving to San Francisco and what that would be like, and about how he and Louisa would manage. It was very pleasant to have him around, just being a normal mother and son. I was going to miss that when he moved. 

"So mom, how have you really been? Is everything going okay?"

"Sure, things are going fine. I miss having you and Amy around the house but you know I still play lots of tennis and volunteer at the museum so that keeps me busy. I have also started dabbling in painting again and doing a little writing as well, or at least trying to. It's harder than I thought it would be."

"Painting and writing huh? That's great. I know about your painting; you have some talent. I'd love to see what you've done so far. And what kind of things are you writing about?"

"Well, it is definitely non-fiction; I guess you could call them essays. Just things about life."

"Wow," he replied, "do you mention me? Can I read it?"

"No, you can't. Once I get a little better, maybe, but not now." Obviously, I didn't want to tell him that, through a little bit of the writing, I had been re-living those times when we were having sex. I actually tried not to at first because I knew it was the wrong thing to do on most levels, but it was also the most sexually stimulating part of my life and I think about it every day and, on a visceral level, yearn for it constantly.

"Well, it's great to be home for a few nights. By the way, I will be here three nights. I can drive back early Friday morning so we'll have tonight and tomorrow night together. It'll be like old times, Rita, just visiting and talking, and, having fun..." 

We heard Kurt drive up so he didn't finish but nevertheless I blushed. I had no idea what he was going to say and I was very, very conflicted when I tried to imagine. I know we all have those things in our lives, where we really, really know we shouldn't have something, but really, really desperately want it at the same time. But most of the time, it involves something like alcohol or ice cream, not your son's cock! 

When Kurt came around the back, he had a funny expression on his face, almost like he was walking in on something. Not for the first time, I wondered if Josh had ever shared with him what we did.

I got out of the pool and we all moved over to the table to have a beer. I noticed Josh and maybe I was imagining it but the bulge at his crotch looked bigger and fuller. I hoped it wasn't noticeable, but after the completely innocuous comments from Josh, I am sure I acted somewhat flustered. And I noticed that with my wet swimsuit, my erect nipples showed beneath the fabric. Josh seemed to notice because he kept glancing down at my chest; Kurt did as well. I had always been somewhat vain about my big, prominent nipples but now, I felt like they were betraying me in some way. To top it off, I couldn't keep my eyes off their bare chests and wished I was in position to see their crotches.

So what does that tell you about me? Over the last two years, I kept telling myself that it was for the best that Josh found a serious girlfriend, that we didn't need to be doing what we'd been doing and I was relieved it was over; that I would never do anything like that again, and didn't really believe I was in my right mind when I let it happen before. That's what I told myself. But, look at me now. I'd had a wet vagina much of the afternoon...and now just from the pool, my nipples were poked out like I had steel balls under my top, I had been lusting after the bodies of two guys half my age, and...and...I could not get out of my mind Josh's words and looks that seemed to have so much meaning behind them. See, the thing was, Josh always called me Mom unless we were having sex and then sometimes he used my name Rita. Our sexual relationship was definitely d/s, which I had never even heard of before and he used my name as a way of asserting his domination, which I found out was a big turn-on to me. 

I was both relieved and afraid when Kurt said he had to leave. Josh had to take him home so I took the opportunity of going upstairs and pulling off my wet swimsuit and jumping in the shower. We had a big shower stall and it had a seat in the back of it so when I got in, before I got under the warm water flowing from the triple shower heads, I put a foot on the seat and spread my legs and again, felt how swollen my lips were and how wet my pussy was. God, it felt so damn good to feel it, remembering, as I often did, those times when Josh's fingers caressing it, with his fingers, or tongue, or, oh my God, his big cock. Finally though, I quit rubbing, thinking about waiting until the evening when I was alone. And I was determined that I was not going to give in to Josh even if he wants me. He has a significant other now and it was time we put the past behind us. I was the parent and it was my responsibility to end it if it came up again (no pun intended.)

Just as I was beginning to soap up, I felt the rush of air as the bathroom door opened. It was Josh. I called out, "hi Josh, I'll be through in a little bit. Why don't you go downstairs and see what there is for dinner."

He didn't answer but through the steam-covered glass I could see him as he dropped his swimsuit and pulled off his shirt. He then walked into the shower. I turned and he was of course naked, and my eyes immediately went to his lower belly. His cock was fully erect and so damn amazing surrounded by the curls of his dark brown pubic hair. 

I crossed my hands over my breasts, of course forgetting that I had not another stitch of clothes on. "Josh, seriously, we should talk about this. Please leave now and I will be out in a minute."

He responded. "Rita, if that's what you really want, I will leave, but we can talk about it in here. After a few minutes, if you want me to get out, I will. So let's talk. In the meantime, though, as we're talking, it doesn't hurt to help my mommy does it?"

He moved over to me, took the washcloth from me, soaped it up and began to wash my body. He started at my shoulders and worked down to my breasts and was soaping them gently. He rolled my nipples in his fingers. God, it felt so good.

"Okay," he said, "so let's talk. You know you want this Rita, and I want it to so what's to talk about? By the way, your boobs are still lovely."

I stammered, "Josh, it's just that...that I thought this was over and it should have been. You have a life with Louisa now and you know it's not right for us to be doing this. I have to admit it was fun while it lasted and I loved it but we shouldn't have been doing it then and we certainly shouldn't start it up again. Now, you should leave and let me finish. Then we can talk later, after I get dressed. We can have a nice dinner and visit and enjoy your last trip home for a while. Please?"

"We can still talk for a little bit here before I leave. See, I do love Louisa, but there's no reason you and I can't enjoy each other. I'm going to be going away so there may not be another time anytime soon. So, let's just do this, if nothing else for old times' sake."

"No, Josh, wait. Let's talk about this later, okay?" But now he'd dropped the washcloth and he took the bar of soap and pushed it between my legs. Reflexively, I opened them a bit to give him better access. I didn't even want to do that but I couldn't help myself. Even with the water running, he will be able to tell how wet my pussy is."

"Rita, you keep talking about not doing it but your pussy's really, really wet. Why is that, Rita, if you really don't want this? Here, let me do one more thing and if you still want me to leave I will."

He takes my hand and moves it to his cock. I tried to pull it away away but he forced me to touch it. I looked down at my small hand wrapped around his big penis. I could feel the throbbing and the big swollen veins that lined his shaft. It felt like a velvet steel rod. Even then I kept saying, "no, no...we shouldn't."

He ignored me. "Soap it up Rita so I can wash you."

A part of me wanted to stop but I didn't take my hands off or say a word as I did what I was told. I soaped up his cock and felt the big, swollen head and I wanted it in every fucking hole I had. Once I had it lathered, he grabbed it as well and with my hand still wrapped around it, he pushed it down so the head was between my legs, nestled against my clit. I almost had to stand on tiptoes and he was flexed at the knees so he could get it low enough. He reached around my hips and under and pressed his shaft up to my slit. I spread my legs to accommodate it. The feel of his cock on my slippery-wet cunt was electrifying.




Cum to Mommy Ch. 03



"Rita, I'll leave now if you want. It has been about ten minutes since I walked in. But, I really, really love this and I don't want to stop. Do you Rita? Just tell me." 

God, he was so damn arrogant and he knew he had me.

Breathlessly, I replied, "yes, we should stop now." But I hung on and moved it around my open pussy. I was dying. I wanted this as much as anything in the world but...but. And then without thinking or saying anything else, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. He was still a little soapy but I didn't care. I had to have that cock.

I slurped as I talked, "God, Josh, I need this so bad. Oh, my God, my God."

"Me too Rita. I want this so fucking much. It feels so damn good to fuck your mouth again."

His hips were humping my head and I knew he was close and I wanted to drink his cum, but right now, I needed something else. Apparently, he did too.

He pulled me to my feet and moved me back in the shower, bent me over so I was leaning against the seat. He held the cheeks of my ass open as I groped for his cock and I pulled it to my waiting, needy cunt. With one stroke, since I was so slick, he buried his big cock all the way inside me until I felt his balls nestled against my clit. I pushed back as hard as I could against him. "God, fuck mommy Josh. Fuck mommy baby."

It seemed like his cock stiffened even more. I felt his big head every time he entered and then almost exited my hot fucking hole. My pussy felt like it had been empty for years but was just now getting as full as it needs to be. 

My tits were swinging as he reached around to grab one and squeezed it hard. I heard Josh's familiar grunts as he worked to give me the fucking we both needed. I was sobbing and moaning at the same time. No matter how many times Josh fucks me, I am always surprised by the size of his cock, the force of his strokes, and the passion he has. I am very loud during sex but if anything he is louder. He talks, grunts, moans and groans and when that is combined with my sounds and that of our bodies slapping together, it was a good thing we were the only ones in the house at the time. He has fucked me before when other people were in the house but when no one else is, we are both very expressive. 

He almost lifted me of my feet every time his cock entered me. All I could do was stand there and try to remain on my feet. One hand was holding my shoulders and the other was gripping my tit and it seemed like he used both to get leverage to plunge in me harder. If I weren't so wet and ready, it would have hurt it was so hard but even so, it would have been a very pleasurable pain. 

I have to admit that I started cumming way before he did. My pussy was contracting and clinching his dick but he kept fucking me. I have no idea how many times I came but my spasming pussy soon had the effect of making him even more passionate. He shortened his strokes and made them harder. I couldn't believe the fucking I was getting.

In writing this after the fact, I want to pause here and expound on that last sentence. As most women know there are all kinds of sexual congress. And most of it is great...but it can be different at different times and certainly with different men. There is a difference between making love and getting fucked, and there is a difference between getting fucked, and getting FUCKED. I am submissive so for me it may be different than for girls that aren't but when a man thoroughly, totally, consummately, entirely, passionately fucks me, it is the most amazing thing in the world. My husband will very occasionally do that when he'd been gone for several weeks. But Josh does it every time he has fucked me. I've seen girls in porn flicks that spent more time fucking a cock than the man fucks them with his cock. Believe me, I TRY to fuck - to thrust him - and maybe I just don't know how to do it but with Josh, about the only thing I can do is just hang on. He REAMS, FILLS, and FUCKS. I heard a woman say once that getting fucked by her husband was analogous to eating Chinese food...a couple of hours later and you don't remember it ever happening. Well, when Josh fucks me, I definitely remember. I may want it again in a little while but I sure as hell knew that he wore my cunt out when he did fuck me. 

Josh started grunting louder as I felt his cum erupt inside my pussy. It may be my imagination but it felt like it was splashing against my vagina canal walls. His strokes were very short and very hard and I kept cumming the whole time. He made several final deep thrusts and then, buried deep inside me, he slumped over my back. We were panting too hard to talk for a minute or so. Finally, he stood upright and his cock slipped out of my well-fucked hole. As I said, I knew I had been thoroughly fucked and I was exhausted - and I knew that he would fuck me again later - but stopping fucking with Josh is always a strange sensation for me. Of course, I was very well satisfied and having orgasms always gives me a high. But the act itself is so pleasurable, I want it to go on forever. It's like I just want to keep that hard flesh inside me. Maybe with Josh it is some kind of Freudian thing or something, taking him back inside me again. (God, that is way too philosophical isn't it?) 

I stood as well and as I often did after his cock had been inside me, I got on my knees and put his softening rod in my mouth to get the last drops of cum and to retain his cock inside me just a little longer. He rubbed his hands in my hair as I did so and then when I stood he kissed me.

When we finally recovered to the point that we could talk, I told him that we should get out of the shower, get dressed and talk about what we just did.

I got fully dressed, panties, bra, jeans - the loosest I had - and a collared shirt; Josh put on shorts and t-shirt and we went downstairs to the den. I am not sure what I thought dressing in a very non-revealing way would do in a situation where I was having a conversation with someone that had just a few minutes before taken his cock out of my vagina, but it seemed right.

I don't really know what I was trying to do except maybe just use this session as therapy or something. I explained that I loved what we did but that we both knew it was not a good idea and that we should end it. I explained that it wasn't right for his father and certainly not right for Louisa. 

Josh nodded at the right times and looked totally serious throughout. I don't know what I expected but while he didn't necessarily indicated he agreed, he certainly didn't suggest that he didn't either.

"So, Josh, what do you think about all this? Don't you think it has gone on long enough and that we should end it? You haven't said anything."

He looked at me - still very seriously - and said, "we'll talk about it more but first, what are you doing tomorrow?"

Nonplussed, I stammered a response, "I have a hairdresser appointment, golf practice and maybe have lunch with some people at the club. Why, what are you doing?"

"See if you can cancel those things. I want you and I do spend time together since I am moving away."

"Okay, I can do that. Do you want to play some golf, or go out to lunch? Or we could go hiking; we haven't done that in a long time and the weather is great for that."

He smiled. "Those things sound great. But I thought we may do something else."

"Okay, so what were you thinking?"

He shifted in his seat and leaned in and looked me in the eye. "Well, Rita, I am going to make you my personal slut tomorrow."

I was stunned for a moment. "What?"

"I think you heard me Rita" he said smiling. "I am going to make you my personal slut. I am going to sleep with you tonight and keep you naked all day tomorrow and we're going to have sex all day. I'm going to fuck your brains out. I'm going to fuck your mouth and your pussy and have sex with you in every room of the house. And when my cock rests, I am going to use my fingers and mouth and maybe even a couple of those vibes I know you have. We're going to be each other's sex toys tomorrow. How does that sound Rita."

I was stunned and I started to protest, but at the same time, I could feel how wet my pussy had gotten. In 30 seconds of talk, I had gone from a serious mom trying to counsel her son to a...well, I guess slut is the right term.

"Josh, I don't think we should do that. What if somebody just drops in."

"Yeah, you're right. So, tomorrow morning we'll go out to Kurt's lake house. He mentioned today that no one is there now. And it's only a 20 minute drive. And very isolated. We can walk outside naked there. So it's a deal then."

I started to protest again, but this time, he came over to where I was sitting and leaned over to kiss me. "Rita, don't say anything. I am going to sit here for a little bit and just talk to you. At the end of ten minutes, I am going to check your pussy. If it's not soaking wet, you can make plans for tomorrow. If it is really wet, then I get to make the plans. Deal?"

I didn't respond but as we sat there, he didn't touch me anymore. He just talked.

"Rita, all the way home yesterday all I could think about was sliding my cock inside your hot pussy. And when you walked out in that swimsuit and I saw your legs and your hard nipples and I thought about your nice, hairy pussy under that thin layer of fabric, I just about lost it. I know you could tell how hard I was when we were playing in the pool. And how about how it felt in the shower. Your pussy was soaked and I know you loved cumming on my cock inside you. I don't know exactly what it is but when I am inside you with my cock buried as deep as it will go, it feels like home. I love the way you open yourself up for my cock, your slit and pussy hair all shiny with your juice. And I love the noises you make. One of the things that turns me on so much is seeing how much you love it, how passionate you get. You don't hold anything back. Do you know something Rita? Sometimes - not all the time but sometimes - when I am fucking Louisa, I thought about fucking you. You say it is wrong and maybe on some levels it is wrong, but I have to tell you, it feels so right to me. And I think you know that don't you, Rita? I don't think you want to end this at all. I think you just have to say those things but I know what you really want. You want this big stiff cock up inside that pussy don't you? You want to be able to wrap your hands around it and feel the veins popping out. You want to be able to put the tip of your tongue in the hole in the end and coat your lips with precum. You want to be able to open up your hairy hot cunt and guide me into your waiting pussy don't you Rita? Admit it."

I didn't respond; I just sat there but as he was talking it was evident what I was feeling. My breathing was accelerated, my face flushed. All the images that he described kept flashing in my mind. I could feel his stiff cock, in my hands or when he slid it up inside me. I could see how tight his balls were and be amazed by how much his penis grew as he got hard. I could feel him holding my ass as he fucked me, or sucking my nipples. I could feel the head of his cock opening my lips as I sucked him.  

"Okay, Rita. I told you that I was going to check you. If you're not really, really wet then you can call the shots. If you are, then you're mine. I will own you tomorrow."

I didn't protest as he unbuttoned my jeans. And I lifted up as he pulled them over my hips. I knew exactly what he would find. At first he didn't even have to pull my panties off. The crotch was soaked. He put the palm of his hand over my crotch.

"Your panties are plastered to you. You're leading cunt juice Rita. You're so fucking hot that I can feel you throbbing beneath my hand. You lose Rita...or maybe win depending on how you look at it. Do you agree that your pussy is soaking now Rita. Let me show you. "

He pulled my panties off and took my hand and moved it between my legs. I didn't even have to open my pussy lips to know that they were oily-slick with my juices. 

I gave up. "God, I am so hot again. What do you do to me?"

Josh got on his knees, lifted my legs and put my feet on the seat of the sofa and spread my legs. I looked down and saw my pussy lips part and inside was milky-pink flesh. He was staring at me and almost licking his lips. That alone made me hotter, knowing how passionate he was getting. He leaned in and licked up my slit from ass to clit. I quivered with anticipation and pleasure. I moaned with my pent up need. God, no more than 45 minutes ago I came repeatedly. What was happening with me? And Josh's words about tomorrow and what he wanted to do was so exciting that I was almost delirious with desire.

After one lick, he stood and unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall. He raised his arms and lifted the t-shirt over his head. My eyes were of course riveted on his cock. The only adjective I could use to describe it - other than the normal ones of throbbing, big, etc - was "proud." It is long, thick, and slightly curved and when I put my hands on it, it is so excited that it seems to quiver, like plucked guitar string. 

"I just wanted to make sure this cock was free in case I wanted to put it in your pussy or mouth. But right now, I want to do something else."

He got back on him knees between my legs and gently kissed every part of my pussy. Then, with little butterfly-like flutters, he moved his tongue all over it. It was almost breaths instead of licking. I kept pushing my groin out to him to get more tactile contact but he skillfully avoided it. Apparently he wanted to drive me totally up a wall before I got what I wanted. My clit and pussy lips were swollen. 

He paused and reached up to unbutton my shirt. I leaned forward and unhooked my bra and let my tits tumble free. My breasts aren't huge but they are probably slightly above average in side. They weren't quite as taut as they were when I was younger of course but they were still fairly full and tight. As I said before, the one thing that was well above average I thought were my nipples. They were always big but when I was excited they got harder and bigger and stuck out prominently. His surrounded one of them with him lips and rolled the other in his fingers; he tugged on both, to the point where it was slightly painful but totally fucking exciting. 

By the way, I know you can't necessarily tell, but recalling all these details so I can write this gets me totally soaked. All the sensations that I experienced a month ago come flooding back and I am transported. 

After sucking my tits, Josh returned to my pussy. My legs were still splayed out and my lips were swollen and also spread open. He licked my slit again and a string of pussy juice clung to his lips. I started vibrating or quivering or something, making spasmodic jerks. I con't think I was actually cumming right then and I assume it was a prelude but it is something that does happen particularly during sex after I have had so many orgasms as I did a short time ago. Men tell me that they sometimes experience almost a dry orgasm, where just a little bit of semen emerges but they are cumming nevertheless. That could have been similar to what was happening to me...an orgasm that wasn't quite the same kind of orgasm.

But then when Josh began to finger my asshole, I grabbed his head and pressed him to me and fucked his face...and then the real orgasms started. I am writing this kinda making a few details up about this part because I was in such an erotic daze, I can't precisely recall each detail. The thing I do remember though is that it seemed to go on forever. I had both big earthquakes and small aftershocks. I kept humping. Then I held his head time against my open pussy. He said later he could feel the contractions on my lips. I have no idea how long we stayed in that position. The next thing I remember is Josh standing back, looking at me all spread out and slowly stroking his very hard cock. That was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. He was looking at me in a very possessive way, proud of his conquest, devouring me with his eyes. In retrospect, I suppose the natural thing to do was immediately grab his cock to help him. But I was too exhausted to quickly do so and besides, we were both enjoying what was happening. The other thing he did was reach down and stick two fingers in my very wet pussy and spread the fluid over his cock to lubricate it and make the stroking smoother. We just kept looking at each other and I made sure my legs stayed spread so he could fully appreciate the view of the woman he had just consummately pleasured. His hand kept moving up and down on his cock. I had masturbated him a few times before and have watched him masturbate but this time, for a long time, there was no frenzy involved...it was a slow, deliberate act that showed how much he enjoyed sex with his mom and how passionate he was about it. 

How many of the readers of this have enjoyed this sensation? For the females, have you ever watched a man "fuck you" with his looks while he strokes his hard cock? For me, it feels like I am totally stripped bare, totally at his mercy, nothing standing in the way; animal-like desire in the man, just having ravaged you and already doing it again. Likewise, it must be a powerful feeling on the part of a man in that scenario, pleasuring himself while he drinks in his parter; and at the same time, very fulfilling for a woman to see a man stroke his big cock looking at her. The reverse can also be true of course; it is also very, very erotic for a woman looking at the hard cock and tight balls of a man and slowly stroking her pussy, getting it wetter and wetter and hotter and hotter. In both cases, what does it is the hungry look in the eyes. And Josh's eyes were lustful, and well...hungry...and I'm sure mine were as well. 

I now had to hold myself back from grabbing him. I was getting even wetter watching him. I don't know I could but I did. And he started stroking a little faster, still watching me. His cock looked like it was getting even harder. I was mesmerized.

His strokes shortened and I thought he was about to cum but then he reached for me, laid down in front of the sofa and pulled me down onto him and rammed his cock into my welcoming pussy. He started cumming almost as soon as he was inside me but he held my ass cheek with one hand and one of my breasts with the other and slammed his cumming cock into me over and over, squirting his hot semen into me with each thrust. I think I came as well but frankly, I can't say for certain. All I know if that we were both writhing and thrusting and yelling. There is no other word I can think of to describe this except amazing. 

Finally, our movements slowed and I collapsed on top of him with my heaving tits pressed to his chest. I have no idea how long we remained like that and almost like zombies, I went to get towels and we just sat on the sofa naked for the next hour or so, occasionally talking but mostly just trying to recover.

Then I stood, say on his legs, straddling him, and gave him a kiss. "I can't wait to go to the lake and be your slut tomorrow, Josh."

"Neither can I Rita. But we also still have tonight as well."



Cum to Mommy Ch. 04



Before I get into our further sexual adventures at the lake, I ask readers to indulge me as I reflect on some things.

Ever since I started masturbating quite young - and before I knew what it was actually - I have always been very interested in sex, physically (as most of us normally are as healthy humans) but also mentally and emotionally. I have no real way to gauge the degree of that interest because unlike what we see on this website, most people are not that explicit with others about their sex lives. The readers of Literotica are a rarefied set, not a good sample of the general, walking-around interest in sex that most people have, for obvious reasons; i.e., we would be selecting from a group that must be very interested or they wouldn't be here. If one observes much popular media, one would think that friends and couples spend hours a day talking explicitly about their sex habits and interests. Well, not among my set. When we do happen to stumble into the topic somehow, it is all very indirect and general and it is hard to determine when someone is joking or serious. So I have no real insights into whether or not I am more sexually interested than other females my age, social position, health etc. I just know it is a very important part of my life.

But - and here's the point of all this finally - my interests consist of two parts. One is innate; it is just who I am. Periodically, maybe once a week or so, I NEED to have an orgasm, no matter what sexual environment I am in. For the last few years for example, when I have had okay but fairly infrequent sex with my husband, over the next few days the need increases below the surface and then I will notice that everything that happens causes me to think about sex; I then realize I need relief. As I said, this biological need caused me once to seriously consider having an affair. I didn't, more because of circumstances than anything else. But, for the most part, large chunks of time can go by when I think about sex infrequently or in some low-key way. 

But the other, perhaps larger, part is sexual need is situational and environmental. It takes some kind of stimulation or reciprocity to catalyze a quiet, biological need into something much larger. I believe this is the case with almost all of us, certainly females, but not just females, I suspect. I consider myself submissive (now that I've figured out what that means!) so perhaps I am more prone to this phenomenon, but we all need some sparks in our lives, not just in sex but in many parts of life - interests, hobbies, job, education. Even for those considered "self-starters," we can all benefit from added stimulation. As for sex, for many of us - including me - it may include fantasizing about sex, reading an erotic story, seeing a good-looking guy, daydreaming etc. But, I think we will all admit that live person-to-person stimulation is best when it is available.

Whenever I have a sexual catalyst come into my life, like my son, then my sexual interest and energy gets a huge boost. Having Josh around, when we are active sexually, makes me quiver and feel so sexually alive and keyed-up that it pervades all my thoughts. I've read that having good sex not only satisfies at the time but it also stokes the desire to have more good sex. That is certainly the case with me. I get rapacious.

But, even in that state, by and large, I can continue to function like it isn't there. I can run errands, have conversations, do my job, read a challenging book etc. and on one level I can concentrate but another, deeper level, I am also thinking about sex. And if I check myself, in those situations, I find my panties plastered to my pussy from my leakage. In short, I can compartmentalize but it is always there.

So, after the sex we had that I described in the last chapter of this story, we both had things to do for the rest of that day and we got on with them. We also mutually decided that we would not sleep together that night so that tomorrow we would be fresher and well, hornier for each other. I was relieved because, at some point, at my age while I have the desire, I probably couldn't function with wall-to-wall sex over an extended period of time. I am multi-orgasmic but I'm not endlessly-orgasmic. And Josh, while being a very healthy and very hormonally-driven young man, also has his limitations - I think. So the interlude was good for both of us. But, believe me, while I could function, the experiences of the day and the expectations of tomorrow were never far from my mind. When I took a shower that night, I soaped up as usual but I was reminded of Josh soaping me up earlier in the day and I was almost weak-knead with desire, and when I got out of the shower, I put my foot on the counter to dry off between my legs and my pussy was completely wet, not from the shower but from the copious juice I was excreting. 

I was finally able to get to sleep that night. I was up early the next morning and was sitting, still in my robe, having a second cup of coffee when Josh walked in the kitchen. He is always ravenously hungry so he got a bowl the size of half a basketball and filled it with cereal then added a pint or two of milk and wolfed it down. We didn't talk about the day or yesterday's sex at all; just small talk about his impending move. I was so apprehensive and skittish about all this that I wondered if he had changed him mind about our trip to the lake. 

I was cleaning up the dishes when I found out differently. He walked up behind me, wrapped him arms around me from behind, reached inside my robe and grabbed both my breasts. "Ah, your nipples are so good Rita. I'm gonna suck them later. I have some big plans for you today. It's morning and you were wet yesterday so you know you're my slut for today remember?"

Any concern I may have had was gone. "I always pay my bets Josh. So today, I am your slut to do anything you want to with. I love your hands on my breasts." I could also feel his hard groin pressed against my butt. Now I was doubly glad we waited because it was evident that we were both very stimulated again.

"Let's so upstairs. I want to dress you before we go."

"Dress me? I can dress myself young man," I responded laughingly. "I think you have other things in mind."

He swatted me on the ass - hard! "Remember Rita, you're mine for the day. I can do whatever I want and I am going to dress you."

So we went upstairs. Of course, he knew where nothing was so I had to show him where I kept each piece of my wardrobe. He had me sit on the bed to wait for him. I had to admit this was very exciting. One of the things I had actually taught Josh about sex was the excitement of anticipation. I think he would have developed that anyway over time but like most young men, he sometimes wanted very quick gratification. But he finally learned to enjoy being sexually excited, to let it build up. 

He came back in the room and showed me the panties he wanted me to wear. I was surprised to put it mildly. They were plain cotton ones! I can't stay that I have tons of sexy panties but I do have several thongs, brief bikinis, and a couple that are sheer, and one my husband bought me a long time ago that is crotchless! But I didn't comment. Maybe it had something to do with me being his mother or something.

I reached for them to put them on but he had other plans. He leaned down to hold him and I stepped into them. Then he kissed me deeply, open-mouthed, tongue probing as he pulled them up my legs and over my hips. He kneaded my buttocks and pressed me to him and continued to kiss me. He straightened the panties around my legs in back and also then positioned them in front, over my pussy. 

Then he sat me down on the bed and pulled a pillow over and told me to lie back. My legs were dangling off the bed so he moved me back on the bed so I could put my feet on the edge and he opened my legs. Just like yesterday, after he'd fucked the hell out of me, he stood to look at me; the only item of clothes I had on were my panties. This one act was so amazingly exciting to me...him watching me like an owner proud of his property.

Before I go on with this narrative, I want to elaborate even more on something I said in my last chapter of this saga. The look of rapaciousness and hunger are so important to me. Imagine me, I am over 40 - but not much more so mind you. I didn't have a perfect body. My breasts were nice but not outstanding. My ass sagged a little and my stomach was a little softer than it used to be of course. His girlfriend Louisa was tight, tanned, lithe. She was beautiful. I was pretty good for a 40+ year old but I couldn't compete with a 23 year old. So, to feel desired by a young man - evidenced by a look that indicated he wanted to relish and ravage me - was very affirming and exciting. 

The other point I want to make before I go on is my use of the term "he'd fucked the hell out of me." I mean to convey something very specific about that other than the fact that we had sexual intercourse. I didn't fuck him, WE didn't fuck, he FUCKED ME. Maybe it's because I am submissive or something but I want a man to fuck me; I want him to use me, to ravage me, to take what he wants. I want his cock thrusting up inside me, invading my hot cunt, ramming me. I am not necessarily saying rough sex...even though I do like some of that. What I am talking about is a man using his cock as a ramrod inside my needy, greedy pussy. I want to be reamed, hosed, whatever terms convey that his cock is taming me, taking me, making me his slut. I always try to meet those thrusts but it is the body-slamming into me that excites me. And "greedy" pussy is exactly the right term. My cunt wants to gobble up, suck in, grasp cock flesh and hold on to it. But fucking back? I can't really do it and don't want to. I want ME to be fucked, not me fucking him.

He picked up my legs and held them open and pushed them back towards my body; I felt like he was looking so intensely at my crotch that I was being fucked with his gaze. Josh (and his dad) likes public hair so I only trimmed it a little around the edges but I know it was still visible around the leg-holes of my panties. I have no idea how long he held me like that but long enough that I could see the huge bulge in his shorts. I didn't know if he intended to fuck me right then or not.

Instead he dropped to his knees and, still holding my legs back and open, he licked my panty-covered pussy. Whenever I am truly sexually aroused, i.e., totally starved for sex, I make whimpering sounds almost like crying. I think the noises are those of desire, submission, and anticipation. In my case, I believe they are,in part, an indication that I am truly helpless and totally dependent on my partner for satisfaction. I have no control. I am his to do with what he desires. But I know I am going to be taken care of and thus, the anticipation of what awaits me. The noises I make when actually get fucked hard are different...shrieks, more guttural moans, trying to talk etc. but when I am waiting for that, I sound like a baby I think.

He didn't lick long because I was about to cum and he didn't want that yet. So, after a minute he stood and ran one finger up my slit and pushed the panty-fabric inside. 

"Rita, your cunt is red hot. That's how I want it; I want you to get wetter on the way to the cabin."

I sat up and reached for his cock. I barely got my hand on it, feeling the length of it, before he removed it.

"You'll get all of this later that you want, Rita. In your mouth and up your hot cunt. Let's soon go. I'll drive."

"You'll have to. After this I'm lucky if I can walk to the car. God, sometimes you're cruel. I was so close to cumming and still am."

He grabbed me by the arm and smacked my ass hard - twice. It stung like hell. 

"What are you doing Josh? That hurts."

"I meant it to hurt. But, let me show you something. I need to punish you for saying I'm cruel."

He grabbed me by the arm and sat down on the bed and pulled me and bent me over his lap. He was very strong but I didn't really resist because I didn't really know what he was doing. But as I lay over his knees, he spanked me 3-4 times, again very hard. 

"Does that hurt Rita?"

"Yes, it hurts like hell, Josh. You know it does. Now stop and let's go."

His voice was lower. "I know it does but admit it...it gets you hot doesn't it Rita? It makes your cunt twitch every time I hit you doesn't it? Admit it, slut."

"God, what are you doing?" I cried out.

He swatted me again. "Admit it." Then he put his hand between my legs with the fingers on my slit and clit. "You are soaking wet. You want to cum don't you?"

"God, oh God...yes, make me cum. Hit me, feel me, fuck me. Make me cum." What had I turned into? I was turned on even more when he spanked me!

He laughed and pulled me to my feet. "You are so ready to be a slut today Rita. Let's go."

We quickly got dressed and left. We stopped on the way and picked up lunch and bottles of water. But we were there in 30 minutes.

The ride out was uneventful, except all I could think of was what would happen today. I am by nature a worrier. I am always thinking ahead about what can go wrong or rather, what I can do to make things go right. It is a pain sometimes that I have a hard time just relaxing. I don't have anxiety attacks or anything like that but I just have a hard time throwing caution to the wind. Well, truth be known, I never do that. But, I was determined that the day would be carefree. I had gone too far with all this to turn back now. I had already canceled any commitments I had, I had no one to answer to, we were going to be in an isolated area. If I was going to ever let things go, today would be the day. So I promised myself I would. I was going to give myself - emotions, mind and body - to Josh today for him to use like he wanted to. I felt liberated after that. And he was right, the anticipation and his teasing kept me hot the whole way.

The cabin is really special. I'd been there several times and Josh had spent much of every summer there since he was a kid. It had been in Kurt's family forever. It was on a pristine private lake that was maybe 50 acres or so (I'm not good with measurements) and the cabin was very, very private. There were only 8-10 cabins on the whole lake and most of them were congregated in a small area on the other side. The cabin was not luxurious by any means and not real large, but nicely done and very comfortable.

We took our things in and, after going to the bathroom, I put the lunch in the refrigerator. I then walked back into the big living area. 

"Rita, I want to see you now. Show me what I'm going to use." Josh was standing there totally nude, with his cock already hard. What an exciting sight! I decided I was going to make this special. 

"Okay, then if you want to sit down, I'll show you. Want to see Mom undress for you Josh?"

"Fuck yes. Show me what I already own today. He smiled and sat down on the sofa. I could barely stand up seeing him sitting there with his cock so taut that it pointed at his face.

I was dressed simply in an outfit with a strapless, crisscross top and a flared skirt, with no bra. Not a lot of clothes to do an extended striptease - not that I knew how anyway - but I decided to play with it a little. So, I started to run my hands over my breasts while looking at Josh and smiling. My nipples were of course already evident below the thin fabric, but even more so when I brushed them. I took a breast in each hand and hefted them and squeezed, kneading them like Josh - and sometimes his dad - does. 

Josh had put on some music and I guess that helped; I was really getting into the mood. Not that I was really dancing but I was swaying with the music. I pushed down the elasticized top of my dress almost to the nipples while I still held him underneath. Josh was still not touching his cock yet but I could tell it was throbbing. I have described his cock before as much as I could but it is nice and long - not sure how long but certainly longer than my husband or most other cocks I have seen - but the outstanding thing was how thick it was. It looked like the end of a baseball bat. And the head was bigger around than the shaft. One of the impressions I got early on when I first viewed his penis is that it looked almost...ferocious in some ways, or maybe savage is a better descriptor. Not sure if either of those words fit but it was a very serious looking cock. It was darker than the rest of his body and the veins wrapped around it like snakes, so much that it looked kinda knobby. I suppose it if had been all smooth and everything it would have been beautiful as well but I always thought that the phrase that was so apt for Josh's member is that it "was made for fucking." I could not see how any woman could look at it and not have that impression. 

I moved closer to Josh and started raising my skirt, high up my leg but just below my panties. I could feel my pussy leaking into the crotch. Neither of us was saying anything and we weren't even smiling anymore. This was serious. Sex is fun and I love every part of it. I love being hot and thinking about sex. Long extended foreplay is fun, fucking is fun, and after sex cuddling and kissing is fun. But there is an aspect of it that is still fun but it goes beyond that for me at least and I think for Josh. At a point, the intensity takes over and sex becomes an imperative as well as a pleasure. Maybe fun is the wrong term here; perhaps I'm saying that sex moves beyond frivolity, into serious pursuits. We had moved into very deeply intense and passionate time. Do you get into one of those sexual scenarios with someone where you reach the point of no return? Where you feel that, even if a stranger walked into the room, you wouldn't be able to stop until you got a cock or some pussy? This was what it was like. I felt like I was being fucked just by the ambience in the room.

I then got a few feet from Josh, just out of arm's length and I bent over with my back to him and slowly pulled up the hem of my skirt until he could just see my crotch. I heard his say quietly, almost like it was to himself. "God, you are so wet. Wow."

I turned to him and reached for the bottom of the skirt and pulled it over my head. I bent down and let my breasts hang free. Josh now had his hand on his cock stroking slowly. By now, I was only a foot or so away so I put some saliva on my fingers and put it on the head of his cock. "Let me make that a little easier for you to stroke." 

I then stepped back. "Josh, remember the first day? The first time you caught me playing with my pussy and then when I came in your room and stroked and sucked you? Did you like fucking my mouth and pussy that day, Josh? Are you glad we did it? I am, Josh. You fuck Mommy so well. See how wet Mommy's pussy is for your cock, Josh." 

When I think back on these things I am flabbergasted about the way I talk to Josh sometimes. I never, ever once talked to his father like that. I am red-faced even writing what I said but when I am with Josh, I can't control myself. I just want to turn him on.

I moved closer and put on foot on the sofa next to Josh's leg. He held his hand over my crotch and as he pressed, I could feel the wetness. I had been so fucking hot and wet all day, my cunt must smell so lusty right now. He had one arm around the cheeks of my ass and he caressed my tits with the other hand. 

He quickly removed my panties. He then held them up to his face and inhaled deeply. "I love the way your cotton panties smell. I have been sniffing them for a long time. Do you know that?" I stammered a surprised reply but then was speechless with desire as he licked the crotch and smiled. "God, your pussy tastes good." He then told me to get on the sofa. He positioned me so I was on my knees, leaning my torso down with my head on the pillow. He got behind me and spread open my ass cheeks and pussy. He bent down to lick both holes. I was just on the verge of cumming even though I tried to wait. About that time, he got upright on his knees and put his cockhead to my cunt lips. I reached down between my legs and felt as it slid inside my needy, throbbing pussy. 




Cum to Mommy Ch. 04



I have never really been physically ravenous for food or water for any extended period of in my life so I can't validly comment on the sensations when it first hits your mouth and stomach after a long period of deprivation. But I assume that it must be an amazing feeling. In another way, actually having sex - by that I mean getting fucked - after thinking about it and wanting it so long is rapturous as well. Obviously, since I was fucked as recently as yesterday, the interval could not be considered long. It is long though when one considers that I thought about sex every waking moment since yesterday. Even an hour of constantly wanting to be fucked can seem like an eternity. And then once you get it, the feel of a cock that enters your starving pussy is almost indescribable. I know this is hyperbole but it almost seems, well...life-giving. It both eases the tension, finally getting it, and at the same time, increases it knowing what is coming. I'm sure that isn't the first contradictory thing I have ever related to you but it is the only way I know how to say it. Starving is the right description of the sensation that my pussy feels when it needs stimulation, particularly that of a throbbing cock. 

As I've told you, Josh has a pleasantly big cock. Unlike others, I will not say that size doesn't matter but size pales when it is compared to passion. When Josh invaded my hot hungry cunt and I could tell that he was as ravenous as I was, it was sublime to be penetrated and then fucked by a passionate partner.

The only thing I could do was grunt, hang on and feel the sensations. I kept one hand between my legs and could feel his balls every time he entered me. I grunted on every thrust. Josh kept saying, "Uh, uh, uh", grunting every time he slammed into my sopping cock, interspersed with "good pussy, Rita, such good pussy"

During great sex - which frankly includes most of it - all the senses used enhance the experience - the sounds of grunts, moans, groans, accelerated breathing, and in Josh's case, him talking during sex, telling me how good my pussy felt to his cock, how wet I was etc.; the sounds of his flesh slapping against my ass as he fucked me; the slurpy sounds of a wet pussy being fucked. And the sights - even though I couldn't see much during this particular episode, I loved to see an erect cock, or the look on Josh's face when he fucked me or when he started cumming in my mouth for example. Feeling the friction of cock sliding in and out of a body cavity; the sensation of him parting my pussy lips and feeling his tongue lapping my juices; the feel of holding his cock and feeling it harden in my hands; the sensation of our tongues intertwining as we kiss passionately. The smells of a cock that had fucked and cum earlier, the aroma of arousal; the musky smell of a wet pussy. 

Although obviously I was not recording each of those sensations at the time, in retrospect, all were part of the mix. Sex is overwhelming. It encompasses every bit of a person. It drives everything else away. It is like the world compresses to form this erotic cocoon around two people. 

The other thing intense focus causes is the loss of a sensation of time. Therefore I don't quite know if Josh fucked me for five minutes or an hour but intellectually I know it was much closer to the former. I don't know how many orgasms I had; frankly I rarely do because I don't know where one leaves off or another starts. What I can remember though is Josh's louder grunting whenever he got ready to cum, coupled with the shorter but much harder strokes he made. Finally, he slammed into me and paused just for a second as he spurted into me...he repeated it...again...six or eight or ten thrusts and pause, thrust and pause, until he collapsed across my back and just held it as deep as it would go up my cunt.

Both of us kept repeating, "oh my God, oh my God." No other words were possible or necessary. 

When Josh finally let his cock plop out of me he ran to get a towel from the bathroom. Some of his cum had already dripped onto the sofa and he quickly wiped it up but he also spread it out for me to sit on. He sat next to me and I leaned over to take his cock into my mouth to make sure he didn't leak on the sofa as well - and of course, I wanted some cum and to taste his cock. As I did that, Josh put his hand between my legs and just put the palm against my poor battered (happily) pussy. After I cleaned off his cock and then licked our cum from his fingers that had been on my still-dripping pussy, we just sat there exhausted. 

As we sat there, two sensations struck me. The first one was how I could sit there naked, with cum still oozing out of my freshly-fucked pussy, with any man, much less my son. As strange as it sounds, I am by nature a modest woman. If you were to meet me on the street, or for that matter, out to dinner or anyplace else in public, I would be dressed conservatively. On most days even at home, I don't wear anything that would be considered provocative. I rarely go braless and most of my underwear is pretty tame. I never sit around naked for example, even alone with my husband when no one else is around. So doing this is really out of character for me. But then again, I suppose nothing appears too strange after you've just been fucked by your son. But, it seemed (almost) normal in some ways as well.

I was happy but I was also aware that Josh would be moving far away soon and somehow I wanted to try to put all this in perspective.

"Josh, I know what we've done - do - is really strange and not really right. I was weak and remain weak. I shouldn't do this with my son." He tried to interject. "Wait, let me finish. I know it was wrong but...but, I have really, really loved it as well. Of course, I won't deny that part, a large part of it, is the sex. You...the sex...well, it is just amazing. But, it has also made me feel really close to you. God, I know how silly all this sounds but it is deeper than sex for me. I'm just glad it didn't harm our relationship or make you into some kind of psychological basket case. I know that can happen after what we've done and if you have any of that, I am very, very sorry. I shouldn't have done it, but I would be lying to say I didn't love it all the same. It is something I will never, ever forget. And I know after you move, it will have to end, but I will always remember it and love it, at the same time I am remembering it with some shame. I can't avoid either one of those emotions. I hope somehow you remember me as Mom as well as Rita."

He put his hand on mine. "It's my turn to talk for a minute Mom, I loved it to and maybe we shouldn't have been doing it. But, to be very truthful, I couldn't resist after the first time. All this is one of the highlights of my life. And I can assure you it didn't screw me up. I would have been screwed up even without this. Just kidding, just kidding. Seriously, I think I am perfectly normal. It's easy to say I'm not thinking straight because I am addled by sex but I have thought a lot about this over the years and I really, really believe it has affected me, but in a very positive way. My relationship with Louisa, and other girls I've dated, is as normal as anyone's. It has certainly made me better at sex. You've taught me how to take care of a woman. Maybe I'm strange or simply not introspective enough to be negatively affected, but I'm not, or at least I don't think I am. I have loved every minute of doing this, just like I love that you're my MOM. I will miss it in the next few months but I don't believe this is the last time we will do this. I hope not. Do you think it is?"

"Josh, at this point the ball is totally in your court. I'm sure it was wrong to do it but we did and can't undo it at this point even if we wanted. But, if you want it in the future, if you want to fuck your mommy, or for your mommy to suck the cum out of your cock, I will be on my knees letting you pick out the orifices to use."

Even though it was a warm day, we got a little chilly inside so we put on some clothes and decided to have an early lunch. I was famished. Maybe it was the sex, coupled with the fact that I was so excited yesterday that I ate very little. Of course, Josh always seemed hungry to we stuffed ourselves and then went to sit on the deck overlooking the lake. We both generously applied sunscreen and relaxed in a couple of recliners. We'd each gotten a book from one of the bookcases inside so we'd planned to read for a while, maybe take a swim...and then, who knows?

We both dozed in the warm sun. Before I felt asleep I thought about how lucky I was. Over the last few years, I'd had some amazing sex that I was deeply moved by but it seemed like it happened without me emotionally scarring my kid and we had also managed to avoid detection. If I'd heard about someone else doing what we did, I would have been aghast. This is about as far from who I am as anything could be. Other than having a perhaps overactive need for sex (but I'm not even sure about that), I am a very normal loving wife and mother. 

I don't know how long we slept but I stirred a little when I felt something on my upper leg just under the hem of my shorts. Thinking it was a bug, I swatted it. But, instead of knocking off a bug I felt Josh's hand. He stood up and, about six inches from my face, the first thing I saw after opening my eyes was his cock! He'd taken off his shorts.

"What have we here? I see something I like," I teased. I then sat up and reached underneath to caress his balls. His cock was still mostly soft so I took the opportunity to take it all in my mouth. It began to get stiffer and bigger. I raised it and sucked each ball in turn, getting them slick with my saliva. His hands were in my hair; I then took his hardening cock inside and as I sucked him, my mouth got fuller with cock flesh. Needless to say, I started squirming, knowing that my pussy was getting more and more enflamed. With one hand I caressed his balls and with the other, I reached around to finger his ass. I'd never done that before but he actually growled (that's what it sounded like!) when I did it.

I know most of the readers are wondering how someone my age can be turned on so much in a short 24 hour period. Frankly, I can see how you would wonder and so do I. Day in and day out, I wouldn't be able to keep up this pace but think about it for a moment - if a couple sets aside a two day period to focus on nothing but sex, I believe it is possible to be very excited much of the time. Maybe not cumming all the time but sexually alert and excited. Routinely, with most of us, we don't have much time so we look upon sex as something that is done and then, bang, we move onto other things. Somedays, even if I am alone, I will set aside the whole day to focus on sex and it is amazing how wet my pussy is for much of that day. I may only cum once or twice but the whole day is sex-filled.

Soon, once he was fully hard, Josh took me by the hand and pulled me to my feet. "Let's go inside. I have something to show you."

He went into one of the bedrooms and pulled out a mirror that was about six feet long and on a swivel. I didn't know what was going on. He pulled the mirror to the living room area. Then he went to another bedroom and comes out with blankets that he spread next to the mirror.

"Rita, I'm going to fuck you soon and I want to make sure it is etched in our mind. I bet you've never seen yourself get fucked have you? Or at least as clearly as you will see it now. Have you ever watched your hot little cunt get fucked Rita? Have you ever watched Dad's or anyone's cock going up your hot fuckhole Rita?"

Every word seemed to make my pussy throb. God, this was so damn hot! I believe this was the first time that he had ever mentioned about his dad fucking me. I am a loss to explain it but if anything, it made me ashamed but at the same time, it turned me on even more. I guess part of that is the illicitness of it all. I have never asked him if it turned him on - to fuck the woman his dad fucks. God, that is too complicated to even think about. 

He told me to take off my clothes and come and lie down in on the blankets in front of the mirror. The only things I had on were a t-shirt and loose shorts so they were off in a flash. 

I've found that many, many people crave routine - regularity of schedules, habits, same routes to work and school, same kind of food etc. And, to a degree, I think some people often also like routine sex - same time, same place, same position, same partner - comfort sex if you will. But, for me, the unexpected and the new all add an extra charge to sex. So as I looked at this situation - mirror, blankets - a "stage" if you will, I got very, very excited. My breath was labored at this point and of course, cunt juice was bubbling to the surface of my pussy lips. 

Josh stood over me and looking up to him from the floor, seeing his tight balls and throbbing cock was a very stimulating sight. I wanted to sit up and suck him but he soon got on the floor and laid next to me, on the side furthest from the mirror. As he got settled, he reached up to adjust the mirror. 

"Can you see your pussy well, Rita?" He reached down and spread my pussy lips open. I could see the reflection of my milky pink inner pussy, all shiny with my juice. "Rita, I want you to watch yourself get fucked but first I want you to see me playing with your pussy."

In all the times I've had sex - obviously the vast majority with my husband - I'd never really seen a cock enter my pussy. A woman just isn't shaped to do that and we weren't adventurous or smart enough to use mirrors! So, this was very exciting. I know men are supposed to be more visual than women but I'm not sure that totally holds for me. I like seeing men's bodies and certainly their genitals. As I've said before, I have learned to use all the senses to enjoy sex but actually seeing a cock fucking my pussy - pretty close up - adds even more excitement.

He ran his fingers through the hair on my mound and up and down the edges of my slit, where my legs met my groin. Sometimes what is not touched can be as erogenous as what is. It is like the sensitive part of the body, in this case my vagina, yearns to reach out for the nearby sensation, thus becoming even more stimulated. Sometimes he will circle my nipple for example with his fingers and in the process of doing so, my nipple gets harder and throbs, like it is becoming alive and reaching out. Watching in the mirror of course also had the effect of moving it to another level as well. I had my legs stretched out wide of course, but my pussy lips seemed to pop open anyway. Normally, I - or my partner - has to part them but now when I looked, the labia was laid back and I could see the glistening moisture that lined my pussy. 

He then runs his index finger from my asshole to my clit, up my slit. God, that was exquisite. Again, he stroked. The third time (I think) he dipped his finger inside my gasping fuckhole and withdrew it. A string of pussy juice followed. "You taste good, Rita. A very, nice sweet cunt." He sucked it off his fingers. "Wanna see?" He dipped two finger inside me now. When he withdrew, the spread his fingers and cunt juice was laced between them. He put them both in my mouth. I greedily sucked it off...I was sweet and salty, a strong, earthy taste. He gave us a couple of more samples and even with all the juices that he extracted from me, I knew I was making more.

"Now, I am going to fuck my hot slut. I need pussy." 

He leaned on his side, hiked my leg furthest from the mirror and leaned into me so his cock just touched my labia. He held it to move it up and down my slit. I watched as his big head lodged just inside me, the moist, embracing flaps of my pussy embracing sweet, hot cock-flesh. 

Whenever I am as excited as I was at that moment, sexually or otherwise, but still try to restrain myself from going out of control, I actually quiver all over. I was trying to be perfectly still but when I glanced at my breasts the flesh jiggled, like they were vibrating. Every instinct told me to push back, to cover his cock with my pussy, but at the same time, I wanted to slow things down if I could, to extend the pleasure. I'd read a little bit about Tantric sex and still don't really know what it is but I think it includes taking things slow, at least at first. Most of the sex in my life has been pretty frantic. Sometimes the foreplay was long but once a cock hits my pussy, it was pretty fast from there - terrific, mind-blowing, but with not a lot of deliberation. This was slow and very, very sensual. 

"Ah Rita, I love your pussy around me. Look at it. Don't move, just try to suck me inside your pussy. We have a long way to go before you pussy covers me and is totally filled. Right now, just suck my cock head with your pussy."

All the time he was talking, his fingers lightly circled his cockhead and my pussy lips. All the feelings in my body seemed to gravitate to wherever his fingers were. Slowly, slowly, slowly circling and talking.

"Your hungry pussy needs cock doesn't it Rita? God, it feels so fucking hot to be in your hot, hairy cunt. I can feel the warm juice flowing down to my cock. How does it look Rita? Mom? How does it look to have your son's cock nestled up inside your needy pussy?"

I think I was mewling at this point, whimpering, soft little moans of desire. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out.

"Let me show you something." Josh takes my hand and puts it between my legs. "Feel my dick inside you. Now, as I put it deeper, I want you to trace with your fingers, up your stomach where you think my cock is. I'm going to go slowly."

He slides another inch or so inside me. Somehow I move my fingers up over my mound. It is almost like I can feel a bump in my lower stomach that represents his big cockhead. He gives me another inch. I look in the mirror and his cock is a quarter or so of the way in.

He pulls out an inch or so and I suspect my eyes were wide and fearful at this point because I thought he was going to withdraw. But he had another point to make.

"Look, Rita, see how wet you make my cock." He runs his finger around the part that had just been inside my pussy. Then he sucks his fingers and then puts his fingers in my mouth for me to suck. "God, you taste so fucking good. Does it taste good to you? I wish I could eat you and fuck you at the same time. After I finish fucking you, I will eat your hot cunt and let you cum all in my mouth. Are you enjoying being my slut today, Rita?"

"Oh my God, I love being your slut. Oh God, oh God" Obviously, I was not quite as verbose as Josh. Frankly, I was amazed I got out that much that was understandable, given the other noises I was making.

Then he very slowly pushed all the way inside, and I watched it all sliding in...slick...warm...wet...engorging me...expanding my vaginal cavity. His cock was buried so I couldn't see it anymore. It was totally surrounded by pussy. His cock hairs were pressed against my hairy mound. All I could see was his balls; his cock was deeply entrenched.

"Rita, show me where my cockhead is in your pussy?" I put my fingers just below my navel. "Wow, that far huh?" He then took my hand and we pressed down on my stomach and then massaged it. "Feel that long dick inside you. Feel it throbbing? Feel how goddam good that feels Rita? Your pussy makes my cock feel so welcome. I was up that pussy at one time when I was a fetus. Now I am up your pussy again. God, I love this."

"Josh, I love it too. Fuck me now, please. I need it," I begged breathlessly.

I looked in the mirror as he started slowly cock-massaged me. His cock was shiny with my juices when he withdrew. Long, deep thrusts, pulling out to the head and then entering me again, taking his time...my lips clinging to him as he pulled out and then pressing to embrace him as he entered. I thought of how deep in me he was getting. How slick and wet it all was...the pure eroticism of it...watching my cunt getting fucked. As I was looking in the mirror, I noticed he was looking at me, to see the look on my face as he fucked me. He told me later that it almost looked almost like I was alarmed when he withdrew and then deeply satisfied as he entered me again, with my eyes widening on every thrust. There was something about this fucking that wasn't urgent. I knew I COULD cum but I didn't want to and I tried not to...because I wanted to enjoy this...savor it. My son giving me the deep fucking that I so craved and loved. 




Cum to Mommy Ch. 04



I reached down to put my hand on his cock as he fucked me. Every time he withdrew I caressed his wet shaft. I put my hand flat over my mound and spread my fingers over my pussy lips so I could feel his cock sliding in me. He wasn't talking anymore, or at least saying words I could understand. It was mostly just grunting on his part and the whimpering...almost weeping...sounds that I make during great sex. 

I don't know how long we went on this way and I couldn't tell the point where he started getting harder but he did. And as he did so, I began to moan every time he thrust inside me and with each one he grunted. 

Hard...deep...fucking...I watched his cock FUCKING MY PUSSY...my body moving every time he slammed into me. He was still not moving fast but he was fucking very hard. And for a long time his strokes were long, almost the entire length of his cock. 

"GOD, God, God," I yelled over and over as I began to cum.

"Yeah Rita, cum on my cock," Josh said between gasps. "I'm going to cum in your tight pussy Rita." His strokes grew shorter and faster and harder. I knew he was splashing cum up inside me, filling me, fucking me. I had wave after waver of orgasms. 

As I've explained before, time loses all meaning during this period. Everything external loses all meaning. Fucking caresses, consumes, and dominates...there is nothing else during this time. The world is shut out. What matters is flesh in flesh, a man entering and invading a woman's body...the woman opening her legs as wide as she can to admit a man to her innermost treasures - her vagina. For most women, this is very big deal - to open herself so a man can be inside, can use her pussy for their satisfaction. A girl is taught to keep her legs together, to sit demurely, save her virginity...she is taught that her vagina is a special place, to be only shown and especially given to a special person. It is a very trusting thing to open one's legs, display one's well-hidden sex organ, and invite the man to invade her. When he does, and she embraces it, and flesh merges with flesh, when it is difficult to say where one body ends and the other begins, time stops and the act takes over and the world at that moment is defined by that. 

Finally, after a few final thrusts, Josh leaned into me with his cock still buried to the hilt and stayed there. We were both panting and couldn't talk. 

I wish I could explain the emotions at the time but if I tried I would be faking it. Rapture is the only word that comes to mind. We just were there and couldn't move for several minutes. Then Josh shifted and his softening cock flopped out. I looked down and my pussy looked like it had been in a war. The hair was matted, lips were swollen puffy and dark red. And soon, from deep inside me, I saw a bead of semen flowing out of my pussy and then a string of cum drained down my legs onto the blanket.

"Josh, in all my life, I never imagined sex like this. I know you're my son but you have no idea how good you are at sex. I knew sex was good but oh my God, never did I dream it was this good. I will remember this the rest of my life. Even when you are gone, I can remember."

"Mom, I know. The reason I'm amazing as you call it is that you are so amazing to fuck. You know why I think that is? Because you love it so much it makes me try even harder to make it good."

"Josh, I don't know what I'm going to do after you move. But I understand. I will miss you so much, not just for this you know. But, I know you will be happy and if you are, so am I."

"Thanks Mom, I'm miss you too. Part of it will be your sweet, hot pussy but I will miss my mom too. But, I will be back so this is not the last. I promise. Not even for today for that matter but even when I come back to see the family, I will fuck my mom. Now, we have to get moving. Kurt is coming over soon. I want to talk to both of you about something."



Cum to Mommy



In a couple of hours Josh came downstairs and fixed a sandwich. I knew we had to discuss it so as he was eating, I sat down across the table from him.

"Josh, we need to talk. I hope you...well, this is something that I hope you can just forget about. We both got carried away but it was my fault. Everything today has been my fault."

"Mom, wait. It wasn't all your fault. I'm 19 and a grown man even if I am your son. I could have stopped you."

We chatted for a few more minutes and I began to think it was all going to be fine. So I gathered up his dishes and took them to the sink to wash them and put them away. As I was standing there, Josh came over to put the glass he was using in the dishwasher. I moved to give him room and as I turned towards the sink again, he put his arms around me from behind. After my shower, I'd put on jeans and a pullover blouse, that was not tucked into my pants. His arms crossed and he held my tits. I stood still for a moment and I felt his breath on my neck. He was breathing hard and as he pressed his body to mine, I could feel his erection. I made no attempt to move his hands. He then raised my shirt and put his hands over my bra and caressed me. I knew he could feel how hard my nipples were through the thin fabric. 

"Josh, are you sure?" 

I barely waited for his answer. "Josh, that feels so good."

One of his hands moved to my groin and he pressed his hands to it. As he squeezed, I knew that my pussy was swelling and becoming lubed. He had pushed my bra up and was caressing my bare tits. I reached back and felt his hard cock...he seemed fully erect and I marveled again at how big he was. 

I turned and began to unbutton my jeans. He helped me get them over my hips. Then I quickly removed my shirt and bra and stood before him naked. I simply pulled down on his shorts and they easily slip off his narrow hips. He flung his shirt away as he removed it.

We embraced and kissed and I felt his hard cock pressing into my belly. I reached down to hold him as our mouths opened and explored with writhing tongues. It felt so good to have my tits pressed against his bare chest. 

As much as my pussy was throbbing to be fucked, I wanted to taste and caress that big cock again, so I had him sit in the chair at the kitchen table. I stood next to him and he put his head to my lower stomach and reached around to caress my ass. I felt his fingers explore the crease between my buttocks and then I felt a finger touch my asshole. I moaned quietly. He slipped his hand underneath and I felt his fingers open my pussy lips and feel the wet flesh inside. I bent over slightly to give him greater access and he moved his head to the side so he had more space. I cocked my leg out a little and my slit opened up for him and he probed my warm pussy. He was a little rough but I was so hot that it didn't matter. As his fingers grazed my clit, I shuddered with a mini-orgasm. 

I wanted to get back to that big cock. So I pulled away and got on my knees between his legs. He stretched out and slid down in the chair a bit. His penis must have been at least 8 inches and as I said earlier was really thick. I put a hand around it and pulled it down to my face. I squeezed the head and saw a little bead of pre-cum bubble up in the little slit. I stuck the tip of my tongue to it and pulled it into my mouth. I raised his cock and put my mouth over his sac and pressed and one of his balls popped into my mouth. I greedily sucked it as my other hand caressed the length of his dick. He moaned and held my head. I could feel his cock twitching. He was a young guy and I knew that he could cum at any time, so I took the head of his cock inside and slid my mouth down as far as it would go, which frankly wasn't that far. 

As I was sucking his cock, bobbing my head up and down, I felt his leg reach between my legs. I shifted a little and felt his shin bone press against my hairy, needy pussy. He moved it a little and I smeared his leg with cunt-juice. He began to lift his hips off the chair to fuck my mouth and I knew he was about to cum. But I wanted to fuck him.

Standing, I moved forward and spread my legs. His eyes were glued to my outstretched pussy lips. I took the head of his cock and rubbed it over my clit and lodged it inside his fuckhole. I lowered myself onto his cock and I have never felt anything as glorious as that big cock entering me. Obviously we were moving pretty feverishly but it truly felt like it was in slow motion, at least in my memory. He opened me up and fucked me in virgin territory. His cockhead seemed to blossom as it went deeper into the hot, wet flesh. It even hurt a little bit as it went deeper and stretched me out more. But I was so wet that it hit home and I had him buried inside me.

A few times, I stroked his cock with my cunt, but frankly I couldn't keep sliding up and down. I needed him inside me, so I settled onto his lap with it all in me and I rocked on him to create the glorious friction. My tits were in his face and he moved from one to the other, sucking my nipples like he did when he was a baby. 

As I ground into him, I whispered raspily, "Josh, you cock feels so good in Mommy's pussy. So big and hard. Oh, Josh, do you like to fuck Mommy's hot cunt?"

As I talked to him, he reached around and cupped my asscheeks. As he did so, he began to thrust inside me. My tits were against his face as he took control. Groaning and snorting, he held my ass apart and his cock pistoned in and out of me, spearing me and taking short very, very hard strokes into my grasping pussy. My asscheeks under his hand clasped together to attempt to capture that huge cock every time it went inside me. I wanted his cock, his balls, all of it inside my hungry, greedy pussy. 

The velocity and pace of his thrusts accelerated and I felt the first warm spurt of cum cover the insides of my cunt. I started cumming at the same time and I licked his face, moaned and yelled with the feel of his hot thick cum and my pussy muscles milking him.

Finally our gyrations quieted and I pressed to him and held him until I felt his soft cock plop out of my pussy. I stood and he looked to see his cum draining down my legs. 

Late, after we were all in bed, he came into my room, licked my pussy and fucked me again, this time as I was on my knees and he was behind me. The next morning before leaving for work, he fucked me again. He told me he would come home for lunch and I couldn't wait, because I knew he would fuck me again.