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I Love My Son

By: MacSwain612



My son had married a girl that we all thought was a doll, when the two of them were only 20. Things got off to a rocky start, however and after a couple of years they split. He up and moved to New York to start fresh. I admired that trait in him, that would allow him to pick up and go off on some great adventure. I never had, even when Jack's father and I split when the kids were in junior high school.

He had been there six months when he had called, sounding so lonely. There were people all around him but they seemed so different and distant. We made a plan for me to go and visit him one month later.

When I arrived for a weeks stay we talked endlessly as we drove from JFK Airport to his apartment in the east village. It was a funky, tiny place but had a very New York kind of feeling; very cosmopolitan. It was really only one room and I undressed and got into the shower, while Jack was in the room. We had seen each other nude several times in recent years and to be honest I liked the intimacy. 

We had gone skinny-dipping together in the Jacuzzi on a ski trip and Jack had taken me to my first nude beach. After the beach we went to the local watering hole for some drinks. Once we felt a bit loose, we began talking about what it felt like to be nude together. We both admitted to finding each other attractive and that neither of us felt any shame about that attraction. He confirmed for me my thoughts about my own body; that I had beautiful long legs with a nice round firm butt; that my waist was tight and narrow above my round hips; and that I had a great back and well defined arms. After some prodding he admitted that I had gorgeous breasts. I have always liked them. They are a full "C" cup very high on my chest; my nipples are perfectly round, dark and placed slightly towards the outside of each breast. Everyone that has ever seen them, both male and female, thinks they are perfect. Jack admitted to being aroused by seeing me nude. I told him that I hadn't noticed. He said that he had lain on his stomach to avoid embarrassing me. I told him that I would have liked to have seen that. 

"Maybe, someday." He said.

After I'd showered, I dressed for dinner with Jack's help. He zipped my short black cocktail dress and smoothed it over my back and shoulders. He gently squeezed my bottom saying that I looked really hot, and then we went out.

We strolled the streets arm in arm. I had Jack when I was just eighteen, and people were always mistaking me for his older sister; Often times we just let it go. We had a very nice dinner and some cocktails, (quite a few for me), and then headed back home. It was only Thursday night and Jack had work in the morning.

Once back at his apartment, we got ready for bed, once again undressing in front of one another. Jack was intending to sleep nude. I didn't really care except that there was only his one bed, a nice cushy double. I told him that it was a bit much to sleep nude in the same bed as his mother. He retorted that I had trained him early to sleep nude because he knew that I had all these years. He asked if I was planning on wearing anything to bed. I told him that I was, if I was going to be sleeping next to him. He told me not to worry about it and climbed into bed. I slipped into a small camisole and panties and slipped in on the other side.

We lay there talking for a bit and then Jack asked me to scratch his back. This is something that he has loved his entire life. I scratched as we talked some more. He moved the covers way down, exposing most of his body. I scratched down over his bottom and then backs of his legs. Laying on my side next to him, I lay my leg over his as he opened his legs so that I could reach him better. Our conversation dropped off as I slowly ran my fingernails all over the back of his body. He was quietly moaning about how good it felt. I was noticing how beautiful his body was.

After a long while he asked if I would do the front of him. I said sure and he rolled over. I got such a shock when I saw the size of his erect cock! He was totally hard and enormous! His penis must have been nine full inches long! I was at a total loss for words as my fingernails ran over his chest. Jack lay there with his eyes closed. My eyes were riveted to this amazing cock. The mixture of the cocktails and seeing my son after such a long absence and my increased libido of late, were making me very aroused. I continued scratching in a trance.

My hand was drifting closer and closer to Jack's cock all the time. I could see it throbbing and bouncing slightly. It was gorgeous!! In a tone so hushed I almost didn't hear it, Jack asked me to touch it. My whole body shivered at the suggestion. Jack lay there very still. For a long time I lay there mesmerized, my fingernails working around and down his thigh. As I came back up I stroked over his tight balls and the considerable length of his cock.

"Oh, Yeah!!" He hissed through his teeth.

Very slowly I repeated the whole motion, as I was thinking, "What the hell am I doing?"

"Oh, God. Yeah!!" He repeated. "I'm so fucking horney!!" I continued stroking the length of his beautiful cock. "Please don't stop! That feels so good!"

We lay like that for a long while. The feeling of my son's cock in my hand was intoxicating. His arm was around me and he was stroking my back. 

"Do I feel good in your hand?" He asked.

A very quiet, "Yes", was all I could manage, then quietly, "I can't believe that I'm saying it. I can't believe that I'm doing it."

He reached over and began stroking my breast through the satin material. My nipples were incredibly hard, as he toyed with them. My pussy was beginning to tingle.

"Ooh! Make me come, please!" He moaned. I continued with a little more energy. "Oh, yeah! Here I come!!" His cock pulsed and jumped and shot long, thick streams through the air onto both of us. I had never seen such a forceful ejaculation, or so much come at one time. I was amazed, but kept stroking.

"Oh. Please don't stop! Make me come again!" I continued pumping him, completely turned on by making my son come and now he was going to do it again. "Oh. Keep going and I'll come again in a minute."

Now he was watching me as I stroked his huge cock. "Oh, Mom." He said as he pulled me to his mouth. We kissed deeply. He moved to my cheek and licked his come off there. "Fuck! Oh, Fuck!! Let me see your tits." He said. By now I was on fire and got on my knees and took off the camisole top; my big breasts now nude. "God, Mom. You've got such gorgeous breasts!" I kneeled between his legs and went back to stroking his huge tool and his tight balls. "Oh My God!! My beautiful mother!! Suck my cock! Please!!" 

I didn't even hesitate. I stuffed his massive penis into my mouth and started sucking him like a pro. The feeling of his cock in my mouth was like magic' I loved it!! His hips were jumping as he fed me his huge dick, both his hands in my hair. I was salivating like mad and loving it.

"Oh God, Mom. Oh God, Mom! Ooooh. Let me come in your mouth, please, please, please!!! Can I?"

"Yes. I want you to." I whispered. "I would love to taste you."

His head flew back as he began exploding into me. I was full to choking in a flash and began swallowing wildly. He continued thrusting in and out forcefully. I realized that I was moaning loudly as I gulped down every fresh splash. When he was done we both lay there panting heavily. Neither of us spoke as we considered the ramifications of what we had just done. We fell asleep in each others arms

I awoke the next morning alone. Jack had gotten up early and headed to work. I realized that I was topless when I woke up; I hadn't started out that way, but could remember nothing about it. I spent the day strolling the village and shopping. Every five minutes I kept replaying the previous night's events in my head. 'I should feel guilty', I thought; but I didn't. It just made me horney. Maybe I had dreamed the whole thing.

That evening when Jack got home he brought me candies and a dozen roses.

"For my best girl, on a Friday night" he told me. "We're having dinner at Home Grill and then dancing uptown"

Jack showered and we got ready for dinner. I slipped into my tight red strapless cocktail dress and asked Jack to zip me. When he stepped behind me, dressed in a towel, I could feel his cock against my bottom. He was looking at me in the full length mirror as I held my arms out for him to zip up my dress. He instead slowly pulled the dress down exposing my big breasts; I let him.

"God. You have the most gorgeous breasts" he said watching. Slowly his trembling hands came around and cupped them, feeling the smoothness and the size. He gently pulled on my nipples.

"Jack, you shouldn't..."

"Why not? I love them; and you."

Through half closed eyes I watched him, watching me and enjoying my big tits. It was really exciting. His cock was grinding into my ass. Almost inaudibly, he whispered into my ear,

"God, mom, I would love to fuck you." I turned away, pulling my dress up.

"Jack. What are you saying? You're my son!" I turned to him and noticed that his towel was on the floor and his huge cock was standing straight out. He pulled me to him.

"We're 3000 miles away from home. You and I would never hurt each other. No one will ever know, and we would both love it." After a long pause, he said, "I won't push the issue, but it's true. I want to. I want you to want as well." We shared a very long look between us. "No one will ever make love to you like I will." After a long pause staring at each other, "Come. We'll miss dinner."

We didn't mention it again all through dinner but the subject was laying there just beneath the surface. Dinner was glamorous, and we ate and drank and talked and laughed. 

After dinner we rode uptown to a small, dark but popular club. The music was great; loud but very danceable. After more drinks we were getting closer and closer, grinding against each other as we moved. We began openly feeling each other up; everyone else was doing the same with their partners. Jack moved behind me and ground his hard cock into my ass. His hand reached around and into my dress to squeeze my breast. I reached around and squeezed his cock.

"Yeah! That's it. Just go with it and have fun." He whispered into my ear. I lay my head back on him and we kissed deeply. When we broke, I noticed that another couple was doing the same right in front of me. Her man had his hand in the top of her dress, squeezing her ample tits. She was gorgeous but looked incredibly fucked up. He and Jack were looking at us and grinning at each other. She was entranced with my breasts, and after a bit Jack moved my dress down until one of them was exposed. She was riveted to it. All four of us were moving in rhythm. All three of them were staring at my round breast and my very hard nipple. I was watching her as she stared at it. She was slowly moving closer. In a fit of wildness, I pulled her to it and she began sucking it passionately. I must admit that I was very turned on by now. I moved her back a bit and pulled the front of her dress down. Her huge tits fell right out. They were not as firm as mine, but cute, with very hard nipples. I reached out and grabbed both nipples and pinched and twisted. She lost it and crumpled into her man as I turned and concentrated on Jack. We danced and groped and drank and laughed for hours.

It was very late, almost one, when we staggered into the street and hailed a cab. I admitted to being drunk and Jack agreed. I laid my head on his shoulder as we sped home through the streets and we helped each other up the four floors to his door.

Once inside I stepped to the open window to feel the warm breeze. It was a perfect night. The sounds of the city floated up to me. Jack came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed the top of my head.

"Don't speak." Was all he said in a hushed tone. We stood like that for a long time, leaning into each other in the dark.

Moving very slowly, Jack unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. His hands slowly slid over my back and shoulders. He knelt down behind me and gently slid my panties off and helped me step out of my shoes and clothes. He remained there stroking his hands softly over my legs and my bottom; my back and my tummy. He leaned in and kissed my round bottom as his hands moved up to hold my breasts. 

I was rolling his words over in my mind, 'We're 3000 miles away from home. You and I would never hurt each other. No one will ever know, and we would both love it.' And, 'God, mom, I would love to fuck you.' Where I was in my life, and at that exact moment, I realized it was all true; all of it.

I turned to face him and he hugged me tightly. I ran my fingers through his hair, his face against my tummy. I knew now that we would do it, not because we were horney, but because we loved each other, very much. I pulled him to his feet and we kissed passionately.

"I love you, Jack."

"I love you too, very much." We kissed again. Now it was my turn to undress him. I turned him to the window as I had been, and reached around to unbutton his shirt. After sliding it off, I ran my hands all over his tight chest and stomach, as I stroked the hard tips of my tits against his back. I knelt down behind him and reached around to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. I slid his pants and shorts down over his behind and he stepped out of his shoes and everything. I slid my hands all over his body and used my fingernails the way he loved so much. From behind him I couldn't see but I knew that he was hard as a rock, as he stood there trembling. His body was so smooth and tight. I kissed his bottom. By now my pussy was soaking wet; literally oozing.

I ran my hands down the backs of his legs and up the fronts. When I got to the middle I gently took his balls and penis in my hands; thrilling at the immense size of him. I had never seen, or felt, a cock that big. There was not a lot of hair. The shaft was thick and straight and very smooth. The head was well defined and like velvet; the slightest moisture at the tip. His balls were large and tight to him , as I gently ran the tips of my fingernails over them. He was really throbbing now.

Taking hold of his hips, I turned him to me, and began stroking him again. Looking into his eyes I was overcome with a feeling of love and desire; the perfect blend of both. I had dreamed of a feeling like this, but it was new to me. I stroked him smoothly and gently, up and down; up and down. I was thrilled, examining his beautiful penis. It was flawless! I had a sexy mental picture of us: mother and son, nude together, her kneeling in front of him stroking his cock; very hot. Our eyes were locked together as I leaned forward and kissed the tip. I didn't want to draw it out any more and took in a huge mouthful of Jack's cock. It was delicious! We both moaned together at the feeling. I had half of him in my mouth and was beautifully filled. It felt like every part of my mouth was touching him at once, as it pulsed and throbbed. I took it out so that I could look at it again. "You have the most gorgeous penis that I have ever seen!!"

I continued sliding him all the way in and then pulling him completely out; then back in; then back out. I was loving the sensation of the head of his cock pressing firmly against the back of my mouth. His balls felt like they were dancing in my hand. I thought back to the previous night when he came so hard, and now wanted to feel him go off like that inside my mouth. I didn't hurry it though. I continued to move him very slowly in and out. I sensed that it wouldn't be long; and it wasn't.

The closer he got, the slower I moved up and down, although my tongue was washing all over him continuously. His head was back and he was raised up onto the balls of his feet; his legs trembling. He drew in a long breath and just held it; it was time. I moaned loudly around a mouthful of cock, urging him to do it; shoot it; let it go. As ready as I was, I was still shocked by the force and volume of his come. His breath escaped in a rush as his head came forward; his whole body throwing itself into orgasm. My mouth was very literally flooded with semen all at once! I gulped and choked a bit as he pumped and pumped and pumped me full of it. It was thick and warm and quite sweet.

I remember thinking, 'Oh God. I'm going to become addicted to sucking my son's cock.' Then I immediately thought, 'So what? Who cares? We both love it!! Let me suck his cock every day!'

I continued sucking gently, thinking that he would go soft soon. I wanted to try and swallow him into my throat when he got soft enough, but he stayed hard as a rock. The throbbing in my pussy was really driving me now, as I stood up and kissed him. He wrapped me in his arms and returned the kiss with such intensity that I felt weak. I moved him to the bed and he laid back on it. I crawled over him and his hands found my breasts. My nipples were hurting they were so erect and his fingers soothed them and stroked and pinched them lightly. He pulled me to him and kissed me again and then moved me higher to reach my tits. It was heaven when he began sucking them, his tongue flashing back and forth. 

I felt his erection against my tummy and immediately moved my hand down and guided him into me; I simply couldn't wait. As soaked and open as my pussy was, his thickness lodged into me about halfway. We both emitted heavy moans at the delicious sensation, and I began trying to force him farther in. His hands moved to my behind and opened me as he shoved up against me in a desperate need to be all the way in my wet pussy. When he hit bottom in me I came heavily. Jack was biting my nipples, which drove my orgasm higher. I was driven insane by the length and breadth of his huge cock driving into my pussy. Just as my orgasm was moving past it's peak I felt Jack's wonderful cock exploding into me, and my orgasm started all over again. Our movements slowed as we came down. I finally collapsed on top of him and his arms held me tightly.

We slept just like that; Jack's penis still in me.

I awoke to the sensation of Jack's penis moving very slowly in and out. He was erect again! My hips were getting sore from being in the same position for so long and I rolled over to my back and pulled Jack with me. I now had a beautiful view of my studly young son, kneeling between my legs, stroking his hard cock in and out; he was gorgeous! "I had no idea that my son was so...virile!" He grinned. I never saw anyone who stayed erect for so long." 

"I'm kneeling between the legs of the sexiest woman I have ever known, who just happens to be my own mother, and I'm stroking my hard cock into her sweet pussy. Who wouldn't stay hard for that?" His eyes were glued to my nude breasts as he began pushing in harder. "You have the most gorgeous tits." I took hold of my nipples and began playing with them. "Oh yeah. I love your nipples. How does my cock feel in you?"

"Oh, Jack, your cock is fantastic; it's magic!!" He moaned at hearing me say the words. "I love having you in me; in my mouth; in my pussy. You are one incredible fuck!!" He moaned again, loudly, and shoved in hard.. "Oh, your cock is so fucking big!!" I was reaching around to stroke his heavy balls.

He pulled out and sat there panting. "I have to stop for a second. I don't want to come yet."

"Again?" I asked. "You are my hot stud." We sat there gazing at each other for awhile. I asked him, "How is it? Making love to a much older woman? Who happens to be your mother?"

"Fuck! It is so good! I am so in love with you!" He leaned down and kissed me.

"How is it, getting fucked by your own son?" he asked, laying down beside me.

"I love you, baby. You're an incredible lover! I love being in bed with you, nude, touching each other, kissing, sucking each other, Making love with you. It's like it's just you and me in all the world." After a long moment, I reached down and took hold of his cock. "I cannot believe how well hung you are. I'm absolutely amazed." I grinned at him.


I Love My Son Even More



The Present:

Very reluctantly I returned home, after a week spent with my son in New York. It was truly the most wonderful, loving sexy week of my entire life. Things had escalated far beyond anything I would have ever even dreamed, but into a realm that drove me deeply into ecstasy again and again.

Our last night together was as passionate as it was heart-rending. My plane was to leave at 10:00 AM the next morning and Jack absolutely had to go to work. He had taken the rest of that magical week off of work to spend every minute with me. We had seen everything in the city worth seeing, made out passionately in Central Park, made love outdoors on Ellis Island, between ferries, and had some of the best food the city could offer. Every night was a sensual exploration of both of our bodies and souls, more intimate than two humans ever shared.

I was in tears in the cab to the airport. My nipples ached from our last night together, as much as the ached for Jack's touch, a touch that we had agreed could never happen again. It had been the ultimate sin against nature to be intimate that way, and as much as we adored making love together, we both agreed that it could not continue. We lived in the world, the world was thus, and would never understand or accept our fucking each other; such a crying shame!!

The flight home to Colorado was filled with thoughts of what we had done to and with each other. I was now filled with a confused sense of shame; shame that I had made love to my son and shame that I had loved it so much. Even now my pussy throbbed at the recollection of his cock in me. So perfect, so long and thick. I continually forced myself to stop thinking of how it felt. I wanted somehow to feel terrible about it. That would ease the guilt and hopefully this hint of longing.

I was flying home to my own life and a lover of some 9 months now.

9 Months Earlier:

I met my lover Eric the previous autumn in one of those typical romantic-comedy moments when had been sitting on a barstool right behind me at the ski resort near my home. I was close friends with Hans the General Manager of the resort and we had been hiking up to the summit of the runs to check out the completion work on his latest ski lift, a nice speedy quad to the summit. The view was great and we shared a schnapps out of his moth-eaten bota bag. I promised to get him anew one for Christmas. Back down at the lodge we had a drink at the bar and a very noisy group sat right behind us. During the off season, no one wants to shoo away any business so Hans and I left them alone.

I was annoyed though by the constant jostling by the person right behind me. Finally I turned to ask, "I'm sorry, but do you mind?" The whole group silenced as he turned to face me. 

"I'm sorry". He replied, "But, I'm Eric".

"You're sorry that you're Eric?" I asked, smiling. The group laughed.

"No, that wasn't quite right", he countered. One of the girls leaned forward.

"Want he means is, that because 'He's Eric' he can't help being a boor". Everyone laughed. The girl had a thick English accent. More laughter from the group. It appeared that Eric was the leader of this motley crew of foreigners, even though he sounded like he was from California.

Hans chimed in, "Well, I have to get on. Eric, this is Marilyn. Marilyn, this 'boor' is Eric Hansen." Hans gave me a look that said, 'you know Eric Hansen?'. I didn't know Eric Hansen. I felt as though I had just met Brad Pitt, and hadn't a cue who that was. More laughter, as my face reddened. Hans left me with these strangers and I joined their party.

I came to understand that Eric Hansen was quite famous in some circles as the developer of some kind of computer thingy and had a huge worldwide business, that I knew nothing about. Eric seemed to like me, which made the other women in the group, (groupies, I think), incensed that their attentions were less interesting. Regardless, his attentions rained down over me for the next hours or so.

"I'm in town for business but love it here. I would love to buy a place here. Say, can you recommend a good real estate agent?" I smiled.

"A good real estate agent other than me, you mean?" His smile broadened widely. I was drawn in a bit more and felt it happening. "What are you in the mood for?" I asked, then immediately corrected, "I mean ... what are you in the market for?" His eyes were really very attractive. 

Our conversation moved away from the others as he described his ideal house here, Very large, great for parties, lots of storage, right against the mountain, no one else close by, indoor Jacuzzi in a room with a view of town and the mountains. Rather a tall order if this wasn't the Aspen area, where such houses exist in abundance. We agreed to meet in the morning so that I could show him a listing that had been on the market for months with no action; too expensive!

Long story short, Eric bought the house, paid me a ransom in fees, hired my girlfriend and I to furnish it tastefully, seduced me into the Jacuzzi after the raging house warming party, and fucked me beautifully in his giant new master bed. Eric was too perfect. You know the saying, "too perfect". He had a spectacularly quick mind and wit, loved the outdoors, his body was a delight, and in bed he was an incredible fuck!

He made me keep a key to the house, as he was constantly travelling, but would alight into town at the drop of a hat, sweep me away for hikes out into the Maroon Lake area and make love to me in the woods up there. To get an idea of just how spectacular that is, Google images of "Maroon Lake in autumn" and you'll get the idea. The lake is not far from my cabin. 

Things took a decidedly different turn some months later when Eric arrived just after Christmas. He called from his plane and I went shopping for us. I arrived at the house, parked in the drive, skipped up the front steps unlocked the front door and opened it onto a scene I'll never forget. I was face to face with a beautiful young man of slender build, soft long blond hair, small round glasses, and the most tender, beautiful mouth, while Eric and a tall blond supermodel-type kissed passionately right behind him. 

The young man simply stared at this new intruder, while Eric and his woman turned slowly to face me. All were shocked and confused at my appearance before them. The boy and the woman looked scared and perplexed, Eric simply looked terrified at being caught. 'His wife and kid', I quickly thought, 'Ooooh shit!!'

"Hi there", I offered brightly. "I'm Marilyn." Long pause. "The realtor". Nothing. "Eric's assistant called and asked me to bring some things out before you all got here. You're early", I made up. The tension eased just a bit. The wife's eyes narrowed a bit. "I didn't expect anyone to be here", I stammered. 

"His assistant Lori?" the wife asked with a clear look of entrapment on her face. I flicked a glance to Eric, whose face was unreadable. 

"You know, I don't know. They just said that they were 'Eric's assistant', I didn't ask." The wife seemed satisfied, but only sort of. "Shall I put these in the kitchen?". 

"When did Eric's Assistant happen to call you?" the wife asked again. More panic. Thinking quickly, between Eric's call from the plane this moment, I assumed that their appearance was a surprise visit.

"I don't know. Just a little bit ago?" I offered, waiting for the explosion. None came. She waved me away dismissively, and went back to Eric's lips. I took one more look at the boy's gorgeous, almost effeminate face and dragged the stuff to the kitchen. 

"Have fun" I said as I slipped out the door.

I was surprised when tears came on the way home. How could I have been so ... what? Stupid? Blind? Had I ever asked? Of course, Eric never said anything, but then why would he? He had everything the world had to offer. Girls like me must come and go all the time. I cried when I got home. It was over. It had to be. I wasn't the type to be kept on the side, secret from his wife, his real love, his real life. I finally admitted to myself that I had been thinking about being his ... wife? Really? Yes, I guess so. I had fallen into a lifestyle of sharing his wealthy lifestyle, fun and food and play without a thought for the rest of the world. When we were together, nothing else existed for us. 

Now the reality came crashing in. He had a life other than me, maybe several. A wife. A kid!! A week flashed by before Eric called me. He was going to be back in town and would I see him. No! I had stated firmly, only to be lulled into a quiet OK. He came to my office, a small storefront right in town. The scene came from the same romantic-comedy as the night I first met him. He was married, but didn't really burn for her. Their kid was a quiet, bookish loner who Eric thought might be gay, his life was filled with pressures that I couldn't imagine. I was the only one who truly gave him peace of mind. Our time together made the rest of his life bearable. He wanted me, would do anything to keep me. 

The truth was that I never really thought of possessing him, being his wife, living in that huge house. Being his lover had always been enough, as I had never thought much past that. I had my own little life and was happy in it. He was just a wonderful fling. I just felt now that being the 'other woman' was not a role that I wanted to play. 

He had come through for just one night, specifically to visit me. Would I join him for dinner? I don't think so, I told him. Later that night however, I went to the huge house, let myself in, found him on the couch, pulled him to the Jacuzzi, stripped for him, sucked his gorgeous cock, fed him my nipples and pussy and let him fuck me in his bed in every conceivable position. I woke him at 4:00 AM to give me one more hard fucking face to face, before we both had to get up; me to go home and shower for work, him to get to his jet for France.

The passion of his deep French kisses, as his cock hammered my tight pussy, proved his feelings for me, though not his love. I thought of the huge house around us, the snow outside, his jet, his wife, his beautiful naïf-like son, his cock. His glorious hard cock, giving me such pleasure. I spread my legs wide open for him, because I knew that he loved the way I looked like that. I took full hold of my breasts, milking them to the tips and drawing out my nipples for him to watch. He loved that too. "Fuck me sweetie!" I growled at him and he responded, pounding my puss mercilessly. His thighs were slapping my bottom. "Yeah, baby! Fuck my pussy, I love your cock!!" 

"Yeah?" he asked between gasps. "You like this big hard cock?" I told him that I did, more than anything. "Take it baby! Take that fucking cock! God, I love fucking you Mare!!" 

"Come for me Eric! Come on me. Come all over these pretty tits!" He went crazy, fucking me like a madman and then pulled his beautiful penis out of my soaked puss and exploded all over me, my cheeks, my tits, my tummy. It was thrilling to watch it gush out over me. His cum was sweet on my tongue. We showered, dressed, kissed and then parted. I went home and called New York, my son, waking him at 5:30 AM.

Jack answered in a daze and was immediately concerned as I sounded on the verge of tears; I was. "How could I be so stupid?" I asked him. "I never even asked if he was married, worse had a kid ... " Jack was very supportive even though I felt out of place discussing my very private life with my son. 

"Come on Mom. Don't get down on yourself. You said yourself it was just a fling." Jack soothed me over the phone. "Is it more than just a fling?" I confessed that having thought about it, maybe it was, at least for me. "Well he's extraordinarily lucky to have you. Any guy would die to be with you. You're heavenly"

"At least the guys who are willing to cheat on their wives." I countered. Jack's father had; why he was no longer involved in either of our lives anymore. Now here I was, the 'other woman'. I felt like such a shit. 

"Listen Mom, if he has made the decision to cheat on his wife, than that's his choice. If you enjoy his company, and he's willing to carve out a secret place for just you two and there's no involvement with his 'other life' ... and if, and only if, it fills a need in your life without getting too involved, then what's the harm?" Jack offered. "I mean, his life away from you has no bearing on yours at all. When he's in town he's with you, only. When he's away, you have your complete freedom." He trailed off. "I don't know ... maybe that could work for you. I don't care about him! I just want you to be happy. If having a lover that you see when it's convenient is good for you, then so be it. I'm just happy you're getting some."

"Jackey!" I chided. "You shouldn't talk that way about your mother." I hadn't called him Jackey since he was little. "The fact that I'm ... getting some shouldn't be something that you and I discuss."

"Hey lady, you called me, don't forget." He chuckled from his end. I did as well. "I like knowing that you're getting some and that it makes you happy. It must or you wouldn't be this upset about it. Sex is normal and natural, you taught me that. It's as normal for you as it is for me." There was a long pause. "So, ... how is it? Is he good in bed?"

"Jack! I'm going to hang up on you!" I chided, half-heartedly.

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just that ... well ... I'm not getting much myself." He admitted. "None in fact." 

He had only been in New York for a few weeks. His wife and he had finally split after a rocky start to a short marriage. He admitted to not really being in the mood, and that he thought she had ruined him regarding women. I felt terrible that he was so supportive and that here I was calling about my troubles, which were small in comparison. We chatted a bit more and at the end of which he admitted to being intensely horny. 

"It's weird, I don't really want to go out with any women that I've met here, but am so horny all the time." I refrained from scolding him. After a pause he admitted, "I masturbate more now than I ever did before." Again I remained oddly silent. Ordinarily I would never have stood for this kind of talk from him. Now it felt like he just needed a friend, not a Mom. 

"Which was pretty often, as I recall." I blurted, not thinking.

"What?" came his instant reply. "How would you know?" his voice deeply concerned.

"Jack, remember our house on Tudor Street? Not very big? Our beds back to back on one wall? Walls like paper?" Silence from his end. "It's no big deal baby, everyone does." 

"Did you?" Long pause. 

"Of course." Another long pause. "Sorry, I bet that's weird to think of your mother that way." 

"Not at all." He replied. "That's hot. I'm glad you did." My mind turned that comment over slowly. "Well," he sighed, "I'm going to go and masturbate now." I laughed out loud. "You think I'm kidding? I'm not. Don't know why, but I'm in the mood right now."

He told me that he loved me and that whatever I decided regarding Eric, he was behind me 100%. I noted that his voice sounded as if he had started masturbating already; kind of shaky. "Go enjoy yourself sweetie. Love you. Bye" I sat there with the phone in my hand, imagining Jack with his cock in his hand at this very moment. My nipples ached. 'That was weird' I thought and dressed for work.

Over the course of the next 6 months my telephonic relationship with Jack evolved slowly into one of a much more confidential nature. He related certain details of his failed marriage, including some very intimate, sexual details that a mother didn't ordinarily share with a son. I think it stemmed from not having anyone, male or female to confide in. He was still new in town, working extraordinarily hard at work, and continued with the sense that dating women seemed pointless and stupid. We had successfully avoided the masturbation topic until one night late in the spring. 

Jack had called me late one night on my mobile. He got me as I was literally just stepping into Eric's indoor Jacuzzi. "Jack, sweetie. Let me call you right back from the house phone." Eric had a phone system built into the bath that was hands-free so he could chat while in the tub. I settled into the gloriously hot water and rang Jack back. When he asked what I was doing I told him.

"You're all alone?" He asked. "In the tub?" I was. I went on to describe the view out the window, the magic hour light in the sky barely showing the contours of the mountains, the lights of the town below. "I bet that's so beautiful." He whispered. His voice was somehow more soothing, as it floated to me out of nowhere. The phone speakers were routed through the stereo speakers, making the other person sound like they were somewhere behind you, in the room.

"God, what an image. You in that tub, ... in that window, ... in that place. Are the bubbles on?" I told him no that the water was very hot and very still. "You're nude?"

"Jack!" I scolded. "Well, of course. I'm in the tub, hello." After a long pause he admitted to picturing the scene. "Picturing the scene?" I blurted. He just moaned quietly. My stomach fluttered a bit. "How do I look?" I purred, completely jokingly.

"God, Mom. I bet you look so good there." Somewhat abashed, I could think of nothing to say. Jack continued in a whisper so low I almost couldn't hear him, but did. "I bet you are so gorgeous, in the nude, in that tub." My heart began to race a bit. "Head laid back, beautiful body, floating a bit ... so warm ... " Long silence. "So wet." I realized that I was.

There was a bit of rustling from his end. "There that's better." I guessed but didn't ask; I didn't have to. "I'm nude too, now" Jack whispered really low. I decided that I would pretend that I didn't hear. 'Why pretend?' I wondered. Did I want to hear? My heart was pounding now. The whispering continued. "Gorgeous nipples ... perfect hips ... wondrous legs ... I wish I could see you." I made no sound. "So hard ... Mmmmm ... I'm so hard." I was entranced, totally turned on. "Oooooh, this feels so good! Mmmmmm .... I wish you could see me. Mmmmm smooth. Shortly there followed the unmistakable heavy breathing of someone masturbating. What should I do I wondered.

My cell phone rang.

"Oh, sorry sweetie. I have to get that. Good to chat with you. Love you. Have fun. Bye." I pushed the hang-up button and sat for a moment while my cell chimed. 

"Hello?" It was Eric. I related to him where I was, what I was doing, and that I had just gotten off the phone with my son in New York. I left out much of the details. Eric immediately keyed in on the fact that I was nude in his tub and we proceeded to have passionate phone sex for the next 15 minutes. I came as I hadn't made myself, perhaps ever. My mental images bouncing back and forth between my body under the water, Eric's lovely cock in Geneva, (where he was calling from), and Jack masturbating in New York. Eric was thrilled with how noisy my orgasm was. 

Jack and I didn't share the same intimacy over the phone again. We didn't discuss anything sexual...

until I went to visit.

The Present:

On the plane home, we made the familiar approach into the mountainous bowl that cradles the Aspen Airport. It was late summer and the trees had not yet begun to turn that incredible yellow, but it was so good to be back in my little town. Aspen is anything but little anymore, but in the offseason, you can picture what it must have been like 30 years ago.

I got my car from the lot and headed for home. I live a short way out of town in the valley between Snowmass and Maroon Creek, on a road that you can't find, even if you've been there before. I love it in the woods. The house was freezing by the time I arrived, to find a note from Eric on the counter. He'd been there a few days before, spent a while sitting on my porch dreaming of making slow, deep love to me in my own bed, and then put some wildflowers in a vase on the kitchen table. They were still standing proudly; beautiful. "What a guy." I said aloud and then hauled my luggage into the bedroom.




I Love My Son Even More



Unpacking brought back a wash of memories. Some of the candy that Jack gave me; the pressed roses that had come with the candy; Jack's dress shirt that I had so successfully used to seduce him one night; the fishnet bodysuit that he got for me and had me wear to the club another night when we went out; the camisole and panties that I had worn to bed the first time I sucked his spectacular cock. My sodden panties became more so now.

I stripped nude and put on Jack's shirt and went to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. "Not bad." I said aloud to no one. I slowly parted it in front to show my cleavage. The swell of both breasts, exposed in the middle, erect nipples pushing out the material on either side ... my newly shaven pussy totally showing at the bottom. It tingled a bit with recognition. Jack had done that ...

On my third night in New York with Jack, we had ordered Chinese take out, and ate in front of the TV. I was dressed in the very shirt that I wore now, braless and in the tiniest pair of panties, (if you can even call them that), that I have ever worn. He'd gotten them at the same time as the bodysuit. Jack thrilled, (as did I), in reaching over and lifting the edge on the shirt to peer at my bare breasts inside. "Can't you get enough of that?" I asked him.

He admitted that, "No. I really don't think that I will ever get over the thrill of being to do this with you. I love it!! And you!" We kissed as his fingertips stroked my breast, my tummy, and down over my barely-covered puss. "You do need a bit of a trim though." He joked. We both looked down to find wisps of my hair peeking around the ridiculously small patch of cloth that covered my pussy. Not that I have a large bush, by no means, I keep it closely cropped always, but this particular pair of undies didn't cover anything. 

"Jack, I would have to be completely shaved for you not to see any hair with these little things." I offered.

He agreed and we began the long negotiation that led to me lying back in the tub, with my pussy raised up out of the water, so that Jack could shave my pussy bare. I had extracted a great many promises from my sexy son in order to allow him this once-in-a-lifetime privilege. Once complete however, I had to agree that, yes my pussy was quite beautiful, very swollen, and very wet. He went down on me with a renewed passion and fucked me so hard for an hour and a half, that we were both ready for another shower in the end.

My fingers were gently stroking over my beautiful bare lips, as I stood in my bathroom, replaying the feel of Jack's sexy tongue teasing me there. My other fingers found my erect nipple, still so sore from his chewing on it just this morning ...

My cell phone rang. I grabbed it up, not a small bit irritated at the interruption, and noticed Eric's name on the screen. "Hey sexy. I'm here." He said after my greeting. He wanted to see me, at his house, he was making dinner, for us. Eric told me that he had rented "Sleepless..." which I admit to being one of my favorite films. I told him that I would see him in 2 hours. 

I stripped off Jack's shirt and hung it carefully in the closet and went back into the bathroom to get my shower and noticed, horrified that I was a mess. There was quite a hickey on my neck, Jack had bit my left nipple so hard that the areola was bruised, and my knees looked like I had crawled a mile through broken glass. "Shit!" I said aloud. There was the very real likelihood that Eric was about to run across all of these blemishes and wonder how I got them. That, and the fact that my puss was now completely shaved, which would be rather obvious. Panic set in.

It wasn't until I was halfway through my shower, that I realized that, 'Hey, I'm all worked up about being discovered as unfaithful to a man whose entire relationship with me was based on being unfaithful. I began to resent feeling guilty about it. In fact, I started feeling good about giving him a taste of what he gave his family every time he came to town. 

By the time I got out of the shower though, I was feeling less put upon. I had long since agreed to continue to have 'an affair' with a married man who had no plans whatsoever of leaving his wife for me, nor did I want him to. I didn't want him for myself, beyond the fun that we had currently. In fact he was better for me as the married man. I would simply tell him that I slept with someone else, that it was no big deal, that things between us were just the same, that we'd never agreed to be 'faithful' or 'exclusive' to each other.

I wore the postage stamp panties under the obscenely sexy dress that Jack bought for me at Caroline's on 5th avenue. Eric was thrilled to see me and swept me into his arms 2 steps in the door. He noticed the hickey immediately, gave me a sidelong glance and a wink and said nothing. Dinner was great, in front of the movie. After, I went to the bathroom while he got into the Jacuzzi. He sat across from me as I stood and slowly stripped for him. I peeled the dress like a second skin, teasing him with my bare breasts, and then the diminutive panties. He motioned for me to turn in the panties, which I did, slowly, dancing. I peeled them off with my back to him, bending fully to show him everything from behind; not a hair in sight.

"Whoever he was, he got the thrill of a lifetime I'm sure." He said. I had a flash of guilt wash over me until I saw the wide grin on Eric's handsome face. I turned and showed him my bare pussy from the front. "Fuck!" he said simply. "That is so beautiful!" He swept through he water towards me and ate my pussy as I sat on the edge. He sucked my entire swollen, sore clit into his mouth and jammed a finger into my puss. Even sore as it was, I loved it.

"Ooooh baby, yeah!" I moaned loudly. "Fuck my pussy!" He did, roughly, but I loved it. I was on fire and ready to cum immediately. "My ass, baby" I hissed, half out of my mind. "Fuck my ass too!" Eric moved up.

"Wow, baby! This guy must have lit you up." 

I flashed for a moment on Jack, who had taught me how much I enjoyed a finger in my pussy and one in my ass at the same time; just this morning as a matter of fact. A bit of panic washed over me again. All I could think of was to moan loudly. Eric's fingers did just what I asked and I had a very noisy, active orgasm less than a minute later. Eric picked me up turned me over and jammed his incredibly hard cock into me without any prelude. I was sore as hell but it felt so good. "Oh yeah, baby! That's it sweetie. Fuck my pussy with that gorgeous cock. Oh baby! I love your fucking cock!! Fuck me hard!" He did; with everything he had. He held my hips so tight, he left bruises there too, but hammered my pussy perfectly, until he pulled out and splashed his warm cream all over my back and butt. We collapsed into each other's arms in the water.

Eric woke me with coffee in the morning. "Morning baby. I have to run, I'm sorry. Things have fallen apart in London and I have to fly there just now." He kissed me awake and told me, "I'll be back in a few days and want to hear all about this tryst you had in New York". I lay in Eric's bed for another hour, feeling completely fucked out. My pussy was absolutely raw.

It was a week and a half before Eric returned and this time for only an evening. I met him at the airport and he seemed harried and distracted. What he wanted was to take me home and fuck me before he had to get back on the plane. I was not in the mood for a quick fuck and drop off, so I suggested that we got out and eat. He grudgingly agreed, so I took him to a little steak joint that I love, with a quiet little table in back. I was really pissed that he figured he could just use me for the evening and take off. This was not developing into the kind of relationship that I wanted.

We spent most of the meal talking about my trip to New York, where I went, what I did, what I saw. Eric knew that I had primarily gone to consol Jack, and was wondering when I had time to meet and screw whoever it was that I did. I was blending truth and some lies about where and when I screwed this 'person'. I described him in detail, that matched Jack; younger, good looking, dark hair, firmly built, nice big cock, with a cute tattoo of a kangaroo on his butt. This was true of Jack; he'd gotten it on a trip to Australia, some years before. I had examined it closely in New York as I scratched his back, (and his adorable bottom).

Eric asked some probing questions about our sexual activities and I figured I would tease him, (or punish his taking me for granted), and described some of the things that we did together. I told him about this wild party that we had attended on a Saturday night. I told him that 'my lover' had bought me a sexy fishnet body suit that I wore to this club. I wound up dancing in nothing but the fishnet, Later we were so worked up we had to leave and head home to fuck. Eric's face was unreadable. Maybe I had gone too far. 

Eric asked some questions about the club, including the kind of music that they played. I told him that Techno and Trance was the music of choice there, not really my thing but the groove was definitely on. 

"So you were dancing just in the fishnet body suit and nothing else?" I said I was. "Is it very sheer? I mean can you see through it?" 

"Oh, totally! My pussy and nipples. Completely see-through." 

"Totally turned your lover on, I bet." I said it had.

Eric looked thoughtful. "Saturday night?" I nodded, feeling a bit anxious with the questions. Eric's brain was turning, I could see. "This was the club you were at when I called you from L.A.?" My anxiety level rose, but I nodded. "You were drunk and put me on the phone with your son." My mind was blank. "You dress like that in front of your son?" He seemed intrigued. 

"Well." I started. "It's not like that at all." 'Not like what?' I wondered. Eric probably did too. 

I told Eric that Jack and I had a very close relationship, after Jack's dad split. Money was tight and we had lived in a tiny place, which brought our relationship very close together. I told Eric that we had gone skinny-dipping together in the Jacuzzi on a ski trip one time, perfectly innocently and that Jack and I once went to a nude beach, in California. Eric asked which beach.

"It was between Ventura and Santa Barbara, Bates Road Beach, I think. Really a pretty place." Eric thought that it was cool that we could be so relaxed around each other, and I began to relax a bit. 

"What did Jack think of your lover?" he asked.

"He liked him." I lied. I began to blush, as I'm a terrible liar. "Thought he was cool."

"Spent the whole time talking about Australia?"

"I'm sorry?" I asked, lost. 

"They both spent time in Australia, right?." Eric said. "You said this guy had a 'roo' tattoo on his ass. Didn't your son go there for a couple of months some years ago?"

This was getting bad. One little lie and it starts turning into a nightmare. "Yeah ... well ... I don't remember them talking about it." 

"Well your son sounds cool about letting you cut loose with this guy, during such a short trip. I mean Jack really sounded like he needed his family, well you, 'cause he was so down. But ... you know ... we take love where and when we find it. Right?"

I was sounding like a complete shit heel. My son needs me, so I fly to New York to consol him, only to romp off with some dude I just met. This was not the conversation I had started out. We finished our dinner and I dropped Eric back at his plane. He kissed me deeply and told me that he would see me soon. I replayed our conversation twice on the drive home. Had I let slip too much about Jack, and this fucking 'lover' guy that was exactly like Jack. My hope was that Eric would forget all about the entire discussion.

The topic never came up again, throughout the fall and into the winter. Things were settling down, but tiny alarm bells rang a bit when Jack called mid November saying that he was coming home for Christmas. I was thrilled at seeing my son, but apprehensive about our agreement, made in the wee hours of my final morning there, that our sexual relationship could not continue beyond that one special week. Also, I resolved not to get Jack and Eric together, as being too fraught with possible exposure. Eric had told me that his family would be in town for the holiday, which would prevent our seeing one another. I told him that I understood completely, which I did. This was the bargain that we tacitly made when we first started seeing each other. 

Eric and I saw each other a fair amount in November and early December, preparing for the forced respite from each other over Christmas. My little house in the woods was dressed and decorated for the holidays, like I hadn't done in years. Jack was coming and I wanted it to be like it was when he was little; magical! I would set him up in my office, which had a futon in it. My place wasn't big, but neither were any of the places we lived in when he was younger. It would be like old times.

December 18 dawned clear and cold. It had snowed overnight, adding to the coverage that had blanketed my yard for 2 weeks already. Jack's plane was due at 2:30 and I couldn't wait to get him home. I had planned a pretty full itinerary for the first few days; movies to see; dinners out; shopping in town. I got up showered and was getting dressed, when I opened my panty drawer and ran across both the tiny panties and the fishnet bodysuit. My heart jumped at the flood of memories that washed over me and I slammed the drawer shut. 'Why did I keep these in this drawer' I wondered. That cannot happen again, I rehearsed. An insistent image of Jack's perfect cock, erect and ready, rose up in my mind. I tried to wrench my thought away. The memory of the feel of his firm thickness deep in my mouth rose up in its place. I held the dresser for balance as I looked to the ceiling for help. That gorgeous cock, 'my cock', will be sleeping right next door to me. 

"Oh for heavens sake girl." I shouted out loud. "Get a fucking grip!" I tossed the panties and bodysuit onto the floor and kicked them under my bed. I threw on a pair of cute but more modest cotton undies and finished dressing. Got to get to the airport.

The drive was surprisingly quick and then suddenly there he was. I saw him at quite a distance as he came off the plane. He was laden with luggage and bags but shot me the warmest, most heart-melting smile. I imagined a soldier home from the war, coming home to his girl. "No. No! No!!' I thought. He's your son, woman. Treat him like a son. Hands off. Peck on the cheek. Jack's warm smile kept melting the resolve as soon as I built it. He walked closer and closer, his smile bigger and brighter.

"Mom" was all he said before dropping everything and sweeping me into his arms and kissing me hard on the mouth. My feet were off the floor, his arms tight around me. Then his soft , beautiful, sexy lips were touching my ear. "Oh, I've missed you so much. I'm so happy to be here." Another kiss, a long deep gaze, enormous smile and we were off home. He sat far away in the car, but totally turned towards me. His eyes never left me as I drove back to the house. It was difficult to maintain my watch of the road with him staring so intently. 

"So," I asked him, "what do you want to do first?" I swear even without actually seeing him, I felt the incredibly sexy look he gave me. 

"Hot bath." was his reply. "I have been dreaming of that tub all the way from Kennedy." I have an enormous copper French bathtub, that holds an incredible amount of water. I have taken it with me through 3 different moves. As we left the main road and headed up the drive, Jack finally looked away to take in how much snow had fallen already. "God, it's beautiful here." Turning to me, "So beautiful!" 

We got his stuff into the house and I heard the water start filling the tub. He wasn't kidding. I had made us eggnogs with Grand Marnier and entered the bathroom to find him already halfway undressed. He turned to me dressed just in jeans, unbuttoned all the way, showing his black underwear underneath. I began to apologize for not knocking, but before I could get the words out the jeans fell, revealing how tiny his briefs were. Oh, that beautiful bulge in there. I almost spilled. He took his drink. "Cheers." He said and clinked my drink. He took a swing, set it on the table and dropped his shorts in one swift movement. He stood again, completely nude. Not erect, nothing sexual, just a gorgeous young man, with a fantastic body, completely, beautifully nude. "I'm so glad to be here with you." He said, kissed my cheek and moved to get into the tub. I just stood and watched.

Apparently I watched long enough that he suggested I join him in the tub, there was room enough for sure. I demurred saying that I would let him relax. I had mini quiches in the oven anyway. Jack told me to come back and chat when I was done, that he would soak for awhile.

I was in trouble! I went to the kitchen to check my quiches, heart racing. The image of Jack's cock dancing in my head. I shook myself. I had self restraint. I could handle it. I wasn't some ditzy young girl with no sense of right and wrong. 'Plus', I thought to myself, 'Plus, I have a boyfriend'. Thinking about it, that sounded ludicrous. "No," I said aloud to myself, " I'm fucking a married man." Jesus! What was I? Fucking a married man, totally on his schedule, whenever he came to town, lusting after my son ... who I've already fucked! I sat down at the table, head in my hands. My joy at having Jack home was turning into high anxiety.

I turned off the oven, threw on my parka, stepped into my Sorels and went out into the snow. I was in tears by the time I stepped off the porch. What kind of fucked up mess was I? And what kind of mess was I creating for those around me? I walked clear up the trail to my little pond before the crying stopped. 

Thinking about it hard, I realized that every one of us involved was an adult, smart, capable, individual. No one was in any pain from this. Intense pleasure, even love, flowed through every part of this. The old song Que Sera Sera came to mind; What Will Be, Will Be. Let life lead, I thought, follow and enjoy.

"Fuck it." I whispered. "Fuck it!" I yelled into the snowy landscape. I turned and headed back. 

"Quiche?" I asked, reentering the bathroom, without knocking. Jack looked up, languorously. He smiled at me. He would love one, thank you. I leaned over and placed it in his mouth. The bathwater was so still that he was plainly visible in it. "Feel good?" I asked.

"Incredible!" came his reply. I reached out and felt the temperature; hot! A long look passed between us. "Join me?" he asked. Another long look. 'Fuck it" echoed in my head. I stood, stepped to a spot where he could watch me easily. I removed my socks, unbuttoned my jeans, slowly peeled them over my hips and then let them drop to the floor. Jack's eyes surveyed me carefully, his look intense. I peeled the turtleneck up and off over my head shaking out my hair. Under it I was wearing a tight little cotton camisole that showed my nipples as if I were nude. Slowly, slowly I peeled that up and off me as well. An intense thrill ran through my body the moment I felt the air on my bare breasts. Jack made a sound that made my pussy throb. His eyes slid slowly over me and down to my mound. I slid my panties down very slowly, until I revealed to him that I had continued to maintain my pussy completely shaved.

"Ooooooh!" came his raspy sigh. I wasn't sure if he could make out the extremely swollen nature of my pussy lips, but didn't care. I raised one leg up and over the rim of the tub and in doing so opened my legs to him, affording him the most intimate view of my excited puss, possible. I shimmed my way down into the tub, intertwining our legs to get us both in. and settled down into the hot water.




I Love My Son Even More



"This is going to be the most wonderful Christmas ever." Jack said to me smiling. 



I Love My Son: First Time



My husband was out of town on one of his business trips. Jim was out with his girlfriend, Linda. At 19 he is still very shy and very insecure around girls. I was surprised when he began dating her. He and I have been very close. My first husband was very abusive and Jim and I had to hang on to one another. When my husband came home drinking and began to abuse Jim, I would step between them and take the abuse on myself. I am sure that this had a damaging effect on Jim’s image of male/female relationships. 

I left my husband one night and took Jim to a shelter. I filed for divorce immediately and got a restraining order against my husband. Jim and I moved into an apartment with the help of some very nice people. We struggled economically until I met my current husband. He is 15 yrs older than I am, but he accepted Jim as a son. Jim was 18 at the time and it was hard to find a man that was willing to take on the responsibility of a young son. Bob volunteered to pay Jim's tuition to the local college if he kept his grades at B or above. He could live here with us to save boarding costs. We were married almost immediately. I have to admit that my motives were not the best, but I have tried to be a good wife. Bob was widowed and lonely and was looking for a companion. His sexual needs are not equal to mine and he really has never been able to satisfy me, although I am a pretty good actress.

This particular night, I was reclining on the couch reading an erotic story while waiting for Jim to come home. I never go to bed with seeing him safely home. I was wearing a rather revealing nightie and robe. When Jim came in early from his date, I could tell that he was very upset. I asked him what was wrong. He told me that Linda had just told him that she was seeing some else and thought it would be better if they didn’t see one another any more. He was devastated. He sat and cried on my shoulder as I held him in my arms stroking him on the back. He said that he would never have a girl friend because they didn’t find him attractive. (He is a very nice looking young man and has a good body.) I tried to reassure him and told him that any girl would be lucky to have him. I have to admit that I had lusted after him, myself, but knew it was wrong.

After a while he started to rub my back and hold me closer…I am sure he could feel my nipples through the thin tee shirt he was wearing. The story that I had been reading along with the feel of his hard body against mine had me very aroused. I began to kiss him on the forehead and cheeks and telling him how wonderful he was and how much I loved him. Suddenly, I was kissing him on the lips…. Lust took over and I pulled him down on top of me. I could feel his hard cock against me… My robe fell open and my breasts were revealed and he immediately started suckling my nipples as he did as a child.

I was moaning and grinding my self into him. I pushed him off of me and immediately led him to my bedroom. I pulled his tee shirt over his head. Removed his shorts…Pulled down his jockeys…. His large manhood sprung out…I had to have it. I kissed the tip and began licking around the head. He was moaning and begging me to stop before he climaxed. He reached down and pushed my robe off my shoulders.my nightie followed. I got up and pulled him onto the bed with me. He wasn’t sure what to do next…. I spread my legs and told him to get on top…. I took his large cock and rubbed the head up and down my wet slit…I almost came immediately. I guided the head into my hot tunnel…. And told him too push slowly…I knew that it would be hard to take him all in at once…. But I wanted it so badly…. He followed my instructions willingly…He slowly entered me…. God it was soo good.  I finally got all of him in. I was never so filled in my life. He instinctively took charge…moving in and out. I came hard almost immediately and he began to moan and move faster…. I could feel his cock swelling and he screamed as he came. The feel of his hot cum and throbbing cock drove me over the edge again. I have never cum so many times one after another… Went he pulled out I went down on him licking him clean…This made him hard again and I crawled up over him, straddling his hips. Reaching down to take his large cock in my hand, I stroked it several times before placing at the entrance to my still wet love tunnel. I slowly lowered my self on to him. He reached up taking both of my breasts into his large hands. As he filled my with his wonderfully hard cock, he squeezed my breast lovingly. His fingers started at the outside edges of my breast and slowly drew in toward my nipples. He gently pulled my nipples out and let the go several times. I was in heaven, being filled completely and being stimulated by his now expert hands.

I began to move on his cock, combining circular motions with up and down motions. I could feel his large mushroom head moving around and up ant down touching every inch of my wet tunnel. Every time it came in contact with my sensitive g spot, I trembled in ecstasy. Jim had his head back moaning with delight. Without missing a beat, I leaned back increasing the pressure of his hard cock against the front wall of of my pussy. The sensation on my sweet spot was almost more than I could stand..

Reaching back between his legs, I began to massage his balls. His moans became louder and his hips began bucking like a wild stallion., raising my kneel off the bed as he lifted me. I felt his large member swelling again inside of me. Suddenly I felt his hot cum exploding deep into my belly, causing me to spasm and cum hard and long with my loving son. I collapsed, exhausted on to his chest.. We lay there still with his arms around me until we caught our breath. 

I raised up and kissed him on his lips tenderly as he gently stroked my back.

I don’t think that I will ever find a lover that can do as much for me. I dread the day when he gets married. Maybe, we can continue, at least once in a while.

Authors note: I would love your feedback and would like to hear from other loving Moms. I will continue my story if you appreciate it. 



I Love My Son: Second Time



In my first story I told you about the first time that I had the pleasure of making love with my son, Jim.

After that first night, there were some feelings of guilt and we avoided personal contact for a few days. My husband, Bob, was home much of the time. He is a Consultant and is home for days at a time then might be gone for a week.

There were nights that I would lay in bed thinking about that first night and touching myself pretending that it was Jim's big hands on me. Some nights as I would get up and go to the bathroom I could hear obvious sounds of Jim masturbating. I hoped that he was thinking of me. One morning, I found a pair of my panties in the clothes hamper that were soaked with cum. I knew that I hadn't worn them so that I knew Jim had taken them from my dresser drawer. I was so aroused by know that it was me that he wanted that I felt that I had to do something. That night, after Bob was asleep, I sneaked out of bed and listened at Jim's door. Again, I heard him moaning. I quietly cracked the door. Jim was lying on his back. There was a bottle of lotion on the bedside table. His hand was on his beautiful cock. 

His head was back so that he couldn't see me. The sight of his hand sliding up and down that large shaft made me so wet that I could not resist the temptation. I slipped into the door and crept to the side of his bed. Very carefully, I leaned over him and licked the precum from the head of his cock. It startled him, but when he saw that it was I, he relaxed. I replaced his hand on his cock with mine. I stroked it while I gently licked around the mushroom head. He began moaning louder, but I shhhhed him pointing to our bedroom where Bob was sleeping. I resumed stroking and began licking around the large head of his cock. I reached down and took his balls in my hand, fondling them as I licked up the underside of his shaft. My tongue flicked that sensitive spot under the edge of his large mushroom. He placed his pillow over his face to muffle the moans that were coming from his throat. 

I began stroking the base of his shaft while I began to take him deep into my mouth. Tightening my lips around his cock I began sucking and moving my head slowly up and down. His hips were moving meeting my sucking mouth. I felt his hand on the back of my head. My lovely son was fucking my mouth. I reached down and began rubbing my wet clit. Now I was moaning with him. My moans vibrated on his cock. I could feel him swelling in my mouth. His balls tightening. My hand was moving faster on my wet pussy. He buried his face into his pillow. I came as I felt his hot seed gushing into my throat. I sucked and swallowed as much of his cum as I could, the excess running down his shaft and on to his balls. I squeezed his cock and milked the last drops from him. I licked him clean, making love to every inch of his beautiful cock and large testicles.

I looked up and met his adoring gaze. I moved up to lay beside him . We locked in a passionate kiss. He began lovingly stroking my breasts pinching the nipples and rolling them between his fingers. Again, I began to feel the heat between my legs radiating up into my belly.

He removed his mouth from mine and said that he wanted to do something for me to show me how much he loved me. I smiled and told him that there was something special that I would like. There began his first lesson in how to please a woman with his mouth. 

As I began his instructions I was surprised at how fast he learned. He confessed later that he had watched porn movies and had learned some tricks from them. He had always wanted to try them on me.

He began by licking his way down my chest, licking around the right breast and up between my breasts, then over the top of my right breast. I spread my legs wide, feeling his hard abdominal muscles against my wetness. I locked my legs around his muscular thighs, pulling myself hard against him. He licked the tip of my hardened nipples, one then the other. He began too suckle my breasts as he had the first time we made love. I placed my hands on the back of his head and pulled his face hard into me. I told him to bite me gently. His teeth scraped lightly up my nipple sending a tingling sensation from my nipple to my clit. Again he clenched my nipple lightly pulling it up, his teeth scraping lightly as it retracted to my breast. He repeated this several times until I begged him to stop. The painful pleasure was too much for me to handle. 

I began to push his head downward coaxing him to journey farther south to the center of my pleasure. He licked and kissed my soft tummy, stopping to put his tongue in my belly button. After pausing there he kissed his way downward. Suddenly, I felt his tongue on my clit. He flicked it lightly then circled it with his tongue. I could hardly suppress my moans. I raised my hips wanting to give him access to my wet pussy. I pushed his head down farther begging him to fuck me with his tongue. Oh my Gawd, what a sensation it was, feeling his tongue sliding into me. I told him to press his tongue hard against the top of my tunnel stimulating my sweet spot. I felt the heat building inside of my belly. 

He began to fuck me with his long tongue. Oh man, I was close to exploding. My hips were bucking off the bed. Jim put his hands under my bottom and held me hard against his face as I exploded, spasming on his tongue. He continued to lick and suck my juices until another orgasm hit me…. I was in heaven, not caring that this was my own son that was giving me so much pleasure.

I reached down urging him to come up so that I could give him a loving kiss and thank him for giving me the best loving that I had ever had. He moved up on me, his lips pressing mine, our tongues playing…. I was about to push him off so that I could clean up and go back to my room before Bob woke and realized that I was gone. Then I felt Jim’s large cock, hard again, lying in the wet valley between my legs. He was moving slowly up and down. The bottom of his cock sliding up and down between my swollen lips, teasing my clit with its large, hard head. My god, I thought. Can I stand any more pleasure? 

He pressed harder against me. I looked up into his eyes seeing the pleading in them. I moved my hips up into him, offering my love tunnel to the large head of his cock. He slowly slid into me, the head stretching my opening. While I was still wet from my orgasms, I urged him to take slow, short strokes at first, going deeper with each thrust, giving me a chance to adjust to his large cock. I felt myself stretching and being filled completely. God, it felt good. At last, he was buried deep inside of my, the large head pressing against my cervix. He began to move with long slow strokes. As I got accustomed to his size, I wrapped my legs around him urging him to fuck me harder and faster. I could feel another storm brewing inside and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I was cumming hard on my son’s wonderful cock. He was thrusting harder and deeper. His face filled with lust for me, his mother. The thought overwhelmed me as I began to spasm and spread my juices up and down his shaft. 

My clenching inspired him as he continued to thrust even faster. I could feel his cock swell, making it even tighter, triggering another orgasm deep inside of me. Jim groaned as he exploded sending his hot cum into my womb. I clenched him as his cock continued to throb and send his seed into me. 

I quickly pushed him off of me and took his cock into my mouth, licking him clean. I pulled him to my breast. He was breathing hard and my heart was beating fast. I held him, lovingingly as we enjoyed the afterglow of our second taste of the forbidden fruit.

I glanced at the clock and realized that it was almost 4 am and Bob would be waking soon. I hurriedly gathered my nightie, went into the bathroom to clean up and compose myself before going back to the bed beside my sleeping husband. I felt loved and satisfied as I drifted off to sleep thinking of the good times ahead with my wonderful loving son, Jim.



I Love My Son: Tee Time



It was about 8 am Saturday morning. I felt a hand on my breast. Still in a dreamy state, my mind was on the last time that I had made love to my son, Jim. I began to get aroused, lightly moaning in my half conscious state of mind. I could feel his hand as it lightly stroked my nipple. Mmmmm I moaned, slowly awakening. I almost called his name before I realized that it was my husband's hand stroking me. I was startled and opened my eyes wide.

Bob said, "I am sorry, honey. I woke up horny this morning and I thought that we could make love before I leave to play golf." I was disappointed but I smiled at him, like a good wife should and put his hand back on my breast. Bob quickly removed the covers and began caressing my breasts then moved his hand to my wetness. He said, "Baby, you are already wet." He then moved between my legs and put his small cock against my wet pussy. Without hesitation, he rammed it into me easily. He immediately started sliding in and out. I wrapped my legs around his back, trying to pull him deeper, but he was as deep as his small penis would allow. I moaned convincingly while telling him how good he was. As small as it was, his cock was beginning to feel good. Suddenly, without warning, his penis began shooting his load into me. "Oh God, not yet!" I thought. 

Bob quickly pulled out. My nerves were still alive, craving satisfaction. He quickly got up saying, "Got to hurry, honey. Have a tee time at 9 am. The guys will be pissed if I am late." As he hurriedly, cleaned himself and got his golf togs on, I lay there disappointed and lonely. He came over and kissed me on the cheek saying, "See you later, Baby. I will have lunch and some drinks with the boys at the club."

After he left, I lay there aching to be fucked hard. I rubbed myself trying hard to get myself off. It wasn't enough. I needed a big hard cock inside my wet pussy. 

Finally, I got up, went into the bathroom, showered and cleaned his sperm from my pussy. I let the pulsating stream of water from the shower massage run against my clit. Mmmmmm that felt good, but it wasn't a cock. I got out of the shower and dried off, putting my terry cloth robe on my aroused body. Maybe a cup of hot coffee will calm me down, I thought. 

I started down the hall down the kitchen. As I passed by Jim's bedroom, I noticed that the door was cracked. I couldn't resist the temptation to peek in. I saw him lying there, still sleeping on his back. Looking closer, I noticed the big tent in his cover. "Hmmm, what is he dreaming about?" I wondered. The thoughts of that big hard cock made tingles go through my body, starting at my starving pussy and radiating to my breasts. My nipples hardened and I felt a warm ache in my tummy.

Slipping slowly into his room, I slid under the covers beside him. He stirred, but didn't wake up. I lay there looking at his handsome face so calm and peaceful. His beautiful brown hair was ruffled. I gently began smoothing his hair, running my fingers lovingly through it as I had done when he was a child. I stroked his forehead and his cheek carefully. I didn't want to disturb him, but I needed him so badly.

My hand moved to his muscular chest, lightly stroking him. Even in his sleep, I could feel his nipples harden. Carefully, pulled the covers down and laid my head on his shoulder gazing down his athletic body. He began to stir and opened his eyes. "Mom, what will Dad think?" he whispered. "Don't worry, Baby, he has gone to play golf and won't be back until afternoon. Let Mommy make love to you." 

He relaxed and smiled. "Yes, have your way with me." 

I took his face in my hands and placed my lips on his. We kissed hungrily as my hand moved down his tummy, feeling the soft hair on his muscular abs. Shivers went through my body as his hand reached for my nipple, lightly pinching and stoking. He had learned well. 

My hand passed his hard erect cock as I reached for his testicles, fondling and caressing them. His cock jerked as I gently squeezed them. Seeing that large muscle that was soon to be deep inside me intensified the ache deep inside me. Slowly, I began to stroke the underside of his shaft from bottom the sensitive area under his mushroom head, lightly touching as I moved my fingers up and down.

He was caressing my breast and pinching my nipples, one then the other. My juices were flowing down the inner side of my thigh as I put one leg across his, rubbing my wetness against his upper thigh. I wrapped my hand as far as I could around the bottom of his shaft. Leaning over him, I began to kiss his chest and nipple as I slowly stroked up and down his shaft. Kissing down his tummy I put my tongue in his belly button and twirled around inside it.

Without releasing my hold on his cock, I moved to straddle his thighs. Leaning down, I began to lick the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around, licking the precum from it. I opened my mouth wide taking the whole head into my mouth and sucking gently as I continued stroking up and down. He was moaning loudly now. I knew that he couldn't hold out much longer. I lifted my head long enough to say, "Cum for mama, Baby. Cum in my mouth!!" I opened my mouth wide again and went down, taking as much as his large cock into my mouth and sucking hard. My head was moving up and down while I stroked the base of his cock. I could feel him swell inside of my mouth. His hips raised off of the bed as he screamed loudly, "I'M CUMMING!!!!"

His hot sperm hit back of my throat as I struggled to swallow every drop of my darling son's seed. After several wave of juice came from him, I milked his shaft to taste every drop. I held his cock as I licked all sides of his now limp tool. 

"Now its your turn", he said as he slid down and easily pulled me up and sat me over his face. I leaned forward, holding on to the headboard as he began licking the juices from the valley of my wetness. I knew that I was finally going to get the release that I so badly needed. He licked and sucked until he had cleaned my pussy, then concentrated on my clit. I moaned loudly as he sucked my engorged clit into his mouth. He nibbled on it as he gently sucked and flicked it with his tongue.

I could feel all of the heat and ache that had built up in my body concentrate on that little bud between my legs. The tension was rising as I humped my son's hungry face. He reached up between my legs and slide three fingers inside my throbbing pussy, pressing against my sweet spot in the top of my love tunnel. I screamed loudly as I came hard, spasms ripping through my belly and clenching his fingers tightly as wave after wave of pleasure swept through me.

I slid back down his body, rubbing my juices down his chest and tummy. When my bottom got to his pelvic bone, I felt his cock standing tall again against my ass. (Aren't young men wonderful?) I raised myself over his long pole and sat on his thighs. Putting my hand on each side of his body, I began to slide my wetness back and forth over the bottom of his cock. As my clit reached the large head, I would grind myself into it. His hips began to move, sliding his cock against my clit. I almost came again, but raised up to remove the pressure. I wanted to feel that cock inside of me. I raised up taking his cock in my hand, ready to slide down it, when he said, "Mom, Can I take you from behind again?"

I quickly got off of him and moved to lay my head on the pillows with my knees on the bed and my legs spread slightly to give him access to my entrance. He got off the bed and pulled my hips to the side of the bed. "I want to stand behind you and give it to you hard and fast." I quickly adjusted to his wishes with my knees on the side of the bed. He was the boss now. He could have anything he wanted.

Jim stood behind me, sliding his hard cock between my legs, teasing my clit with the head. I don't know how long he teased me, but I begged him to ram it inside of my hot pussy. I was moving my hips back and forth trying to catch his cock with my entrance. Finally, I felt the big head sliding into me. "aaahhh"

He slid all the way out, then in a little deeper, still teasing me. When I pushed against him, he would pull back. "PLEASE, Jim, baby...give it to me!!" Suddenly, in one stroke, he rammed it deep inside of my wet tunnel, driving me forward as I felt that huge head hit my cervix. He withdrew slowly and began a rhythm of long slow strokes in and out, withdrawing almost all the way out before sliding back in. I picked up his rhythm with the movement of my hips back and forth. Oh, it felt so good to be filled completely with hard throbbing flesh. 

Our moans got louder as he picked up the pace, ramming into me. His balls were slamming into my clit with every stroke. "Baby, I am going to cum again." I screamed. I could feel his cock swelling inside me. His pace quickened as he was groaning. "Here it cums, MOM!!!!!!" as he rammed into me one last time before exploding deep inside of my belly. My spasms clenched his hard cock as I came again and again.

He collapsed on my back as I fell onto the bed; both of us spent and exhausted. We lay there until we caught our breath, before getting up and getting into the shower together. We washed each other and dried one another, before putting on our robes to go to the kitchen. I fixed a large breakfast for my loving son and we sat and talked while we satisfied another appetite.

Jim looked out and commented that it was a lovely sunny day. It would be nice to sit by the pool and catch some rays. We have a nice pool with a privacy fence so that there is no need to wear swimsuits. But, that is another story...



I Love My Son: The Pool



My son, Jim and I had just finished brunch after our morning of incredible passion while Hubby played golf.  He had just mentioned that it would be a nice day to lay by the pool and work on his already beautiful tan.  I am a little more fair skinned that he is so I have to be careful in the sun.

“When will Dad be home?” Jim asked.

“Oh he will be at the club all afternoon. He is doing lunch and drinks there after his round of golf.  With a tee time of 9 am, he won’t finish until about 1 PM and of course the 19th hole and lunch will take 2 or 3 hours.” 

“Good!” he said, “we have plenty of time to lay by the pool alone.” I couldn’t believe that we had just finished more loving than I had ever had in one session and he is still thinking about me that way.  I felt a tingle from my pussy to my nipples.  

We finished the dishes and packed a cooler with beer and ice.  We decided to wear our robes, just in case we had company.  I hurriedly got my beach bag with the sunscreen and towels.  As I went out, Jim was on the diving board, just ready to dive into the pull.  His muscular, tanned body standing straight. His long thick cock hanging down between his legs.  I wished that I had a camera so that I could remember him like this forever.

I went to the shady area under the canopy by the pool and set my bag beside a lounge chair.  I sat and watched as Jim sprang a couple of times high in to the air a dived into the clear water. His body glided smoothly into the water, hardly making a splash.  He stayed under the water until he reached the other end of the pool, then swam gracefully back to the ladder near me.

“Aren’t you coming in, Mom?” “No, I am going to sit here in the shade. I don’t have my sunscreen on yet.” “I’ll put it on for you, if you like.” “Yes, that would be wonderful, honey.”   I was getting wet already, thinking of his large hands on my body

I laid the lounge chair flat and turned over on my tummy.  Jim got my sunscreen and rubbed between his hands. He started with my shoulders, massaging and kneading the muscles.  It was so relaxing, so sensual the way his hands touched me.  Working his way down to my shoulder blades, he made circles on my upper back again being firm but gentle, massaging my muscles as he spread the lotion. His hands moved down each side, rubbing the sides of my breasts making my nipples move on the soft towel.

His legs straddled mine as he poured lotion on the small of my back in that little reservoir there.  His hands were on my back again, firmly but gently moving from middle to side and back again. They moved down my sides, then up and down again brushing the sides of my breasts making me squirm just a little. Soft moans of pleasure were coming from my throat

He began working on my soft buns, rubbing and squeezing at the same time.  I could tell that he was enjoying it too because he was in no hurry to finish.  His fingers worked between my buns and softly stroked up and down, then between my legs into the wet fold between my labia. I raised my tummy giving him access to my secret parts. His fingers gently teased my sensitive bud making me jerk and moan.

Moving to my side he worked on my left leg one hand on each side, smoothing the lotion around all sides as he gently massaged the muscles. He raised my foot and worked on it, massaging the sole with his thumbs.  Starting with my right foot, he repeated the treatment on my right leg moving closer to my wetness. I waited in anticipation of his touch there, but he stopped.

“Turn over, Mom, I don’t want to leave an inch of you not protected.” “Mmmm” I moaned as I turned over on my back, submitting my body to his talented hands.

He began with my face smoothing the lotion over my forehead, my cheeks and my nose.  His hands moved to my neck and under my chin.  Lifting both arms his hands spread the soft lotion over and around my hands and arms, brushing the sides of my breasts.  With one hand on each shoulder he worked down toward my breasts, rubbing the sides and bottoms working his way to the peaks. My nipples, already erect and hard anticipated his touch.  Finally, his fingers, wet with lotion, surround my nipples causing my back to arch up wanting more. My moans were growing more audible, as I looked down at his large cock erect and ready.

He poured lotion into my belly button and worked it out from there, spreading it over my tummy and sides before going down to my hips and pelvis.  My body was writhing now, wanting to be touched in that aching area between my legs.  Hie wet hand met my wetness as he cupped my labia in the palm of his hand smoothing the lotion as it mixed with my own juices.  He dried his hands on a towel then returned to my wet pussy.  His fingers parted my swollen lips as they moved up from the bottom of my slit to my hard clit.

Two of his fingers dipped inside of my wet tunnel as his thumb massaged my clit.  My hips raised up to meet his skillful hand. His fingers stroked slowly in and out several times before he inserted a third finger, then a fourth.  His strokes became faster and deeper as I adjusted to the size of his large hand.  Reaching down to squeeze his cock, I tried to hold back as I stroked his shaft up and down, but the pleasure took over and I could not wait.

“GAWD, Jim, you are going to make Mama cum.!!!!!!!”  My body was still in spasms when I looked up and saw the pure animal lust in his eyes. My emotions were somewhere between fear and intense desire.  I knew that I was about to get the fucking of my life.

He got on his knees between my legs on the leg rest of the lounge chair.  Raising my legs to his shoulders…He placed that large mushroom head of his cock at the entrance of my love tunnel and rammed it inside, stretching my already wet pussy as he went deep inside of me.  His hips were moving in wild abandon as he drove that big piston in and out.  His face was grimacing in pure pleasure. I knew that at that moment that I was not his mother but an object of pleasure. I loved seeing my son enjoying my body that way as he moaned loudly.

My pussy was stretched and swollen in a mixture of pain and pleasure.  I felt his cock swelling as he neared his climax.  “Gawd, I have never been filled so full.”   His strokes were coming into me faster and faster as he got closer to his ultimate pleasure.   I could feel another orgasm rising within me.

With a final cunt splitting plunge, Jim shot his hot seed deep into my belly.  His throbbing cock drove me over the edge again as I came long and hard, squeezing him and milking him as he collapsed on top of me gasping for air.  I wrapped my arms around him and held him as we both came down from our peaks of ecstasy.  His breathing slowed as he drifted off to sleep in the arms of his loving mom.  I relaxed and just enjoyed holding him as I nodded off in a dream world filled with happiness.



I Love My Son: Waiting



It was one of those rare nights when my husband, Bob was horny. As I stepped from the bathroom after my shower, I saw him lying there. He was laying on his back slowly stroking his cock and looking at me with lust in his eyes.

It had been a while since I had enjoyed my son’s wonderful cock and I was more than a little horny. I could use a good hard cock inside me, even the small one before my eyes. I removed my robe and sat on the side of the bed. Replacing his hand with mine I slowly stroked him. He began to moan as he reached for my breast. I leaned down to take his cock easily into my hot wet mouth. He groaned loudly as he pushed his hips up against my lips.

I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth. I knew that once he came, it was over for him. My mind was on the last time that I had Jim’s large cock buried in me. I needed to feel him inside of me. I rolled over and begged Bob to please lick my pussy and get me hot.

He ignored my pleas in his rush to satisfy his urges. Crawling between my legs he easily rammed his cock into me, panting and plunging fast and hard. I began to get aroused when I felt his cock swelling.

“Oh No. Not yet.” My mind pleaded as he groaned loudly and spent his seed inside. His cock immediately withered and fell out of my wanting pussy. He collapsed on my breasts, out of breath. 

“Oh, that was wonderful, honey,” I lied.

He slowly rolled off and went to clean himself before returning to bed. I rolled over taking his flaccid cock and tried to stroke it back to life. Then I heard the heavy breathing as he drifted off to sleep.

God, I was so horny and disappointed. Jim was out on a date and I knew that he would be late coming home. I decided to go downstairs and watch TV until Jim came home. I had always stayed awake until he was safely home although he was 19 now. He was still my baby. I put on my robe and quietly went down the stairs

I sat down on the sofa and took the remote control. Jay Leno was just finishing his monologue. I must have drifted off to sleep, resting my head on the pillow. In my sleep, I could feel my robe being opinioned slowly and the cool air on my breasts caused my nipples to harden. I felt hot breath blowing softly on my breasts. I began to moan softly in my sleep. As a tongue touched my nipple, I was startled and opened my eyes. 

“Shhhhh,” said Jim as he leaned over me.

“I just got here, Mom, and saw you laying here with your sexy body have exposed. You know what a tease Karen is. I am going to have blue balls in the morning it I don’t have some relief.”

I looked down and saw that he had already taken his clothes of and that huge cock was hard and erect. “Baby, you don’t know how much I have missed you these last two weeks while Bob has been home. We have to be quiet.” 

He kneeled beside me and continued to suckle my breasts. I arched my back wanting more. His tongue circled each nipple, one then the other. His hand slowly stroked my tummy as he moved it lower. I raised my hips urging him to touch me. He had learned so much about pleasing me in the last year. 

He gently bit my nipple as his finger reached my aching clit. I moaned loudly before remembering that my husband was sleeping upstairs. Jim slowly massaged my wet pussy before spreading my labia and sliding two fingers inside of my waiting love tunnel. His fingers slid in and out as he pressed hard against my g spot. His thumb massaged my hard clit as he slowly fucked me with his fingers.

I could feel the warmth rising from deep inside my belly as my climax began. I bit on the sleeve of my robe as I arched against his hand and my body shook in total ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through my body as I clenched his fingers deep inside of me.

I looked down and saw the precum glistening on the tip of my baby’s gorgeous cock. I sat up taking it into my hand and stroking the length of his shaft. I licked the precum off by circling my tongue on the large mushroom head. Raising his cock, I licked up the bottom of his shaft to the sensitive spot under the head. Opening my mouth wide, I wrapped my lips around his glans. My tongue continued the pressure on the underside. I couldn’t get all of him into my mouth so I stroked his shaft slowly as I sucked on his throbbing head. My other hand caressed his large balls gently.

I felt his balls tighten and his cock swelling in my hand and my mouth. I wasn’t ready for the volume of that first burst of cum. It filled my mouth and leaked out between my lips and his shaft. I swallowed as much as I could as load after load came from his balls. Removing my mouth from his cock, I licked the cum from the back of my hand. Before cleaning his beautiful shaft with my tongue.

The pleasure of pleasing him made my pussy ache for him again. I laid back rubbing my wet pussy. Jim saw the lust in my eyes and quickly knelt between my legs. As he lifted my right leg to the back of the sofa, my left leg dropped to the floor. He lifted my hips as he dove into my waiting wet pussy. He slowly licked from the bottom of my slit to my aching clit.

He sucked my clit into his mouth while his tongue made circles around it. My hips were gyrating wildly as I enjoyed the skill of his tongue.

His tongue moved down slipping inside then back up circling my hard clit. He repeated this action over and over until my orgasm started. He then cupped his mouth over my clit and began to hum sending vibrations through my body, intensifying my climax. He licked my juices clean before moving up to kiss my waiting lips.

I could feel his renewed hardness against my swollen pussy. He raised up with lust in his eyes. My baby needed me again. I reached down to align his large cock with my entrance and pushed up to take him into my heat.

In all of his lust, he was gentle, moving the head inside, then pulling out before moving a little deeper with each stroke. God it felt so good. My pussy slowly adjusted his girth as he slid deeper inside.

“Are you ok, honey?” I heard Bob call from the top of the stairs.

:”Oh shit.” Jim whispered, stopping in mid stroke.

“Yes, baby, go back to bed. I will be up as soon as this show is over.” I shouted, nervously.

I was relieved when he replied..”OK…just checking.” And went back to bed.

“We had better go up, Mom,” Jim whisper nervously.

“No, I am not through with you yet,” I said, pushing my hips to take him in deeper. Nothing could stop me now.

Jim resumed his slow in and out motion as we reached our rhythm. God, it felt good again, having his cock buried inside of me.

He picked up the pace as the feeling intensified. I could feel his cock hitting my cervix as he bottomed out on every stroke. Our muffled moans filled the room as he plunged deep inside.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get better, he lifter my legs to his shoulders and pistoned even harder and deeper. It was soooo tight but soooo good. 

The heat began deep inside of me again as I felt his huge cock swelling.

“Oh My Gawd” I cried as his hot cum rushed deep inside and I came with an explosion that I didn’t I had left in me. I hoped that Bob hadn’t heard me.

I pulled Jim down on me and kissed him lovingly. “We had better clean this mess up and go clean ourselves before Bob gets curious.”

We went up and to our separate bedrooms, kissing goodnight. I quickly went to bed still wet with Jim’s cum and my juices. I want to enjoy them through the night. I drifted of in a blissful, exhausted sleep as I wondered if I could walk in the morning.



I Love My Son



"You have no idea how much it turns me on to hear you, of all people, say that."

"Yeah? You like hearing me talk about how big and thick you are?" He nodded. I whispered into his ear, "Oh baby. You have got such a gorgeous cock! I love to suck it. I love it shoved way up in my pussy."

He pulled me towards him and onto my stomach. He got up and straddled me, his huge cock resting on my butt. He ran his hands up and down my back for a minute and then moved down, his cock dropping between my legs, and began pushing into me again. I moaned my approval and he shoved in hard. I almost lost my breath as he hit bottom again. 

"How's that feel?" he asked. I simply moaned. "You like that?" I nodded. "Tell me." He hissed.

"Ohh, Jackey!" I hadn't called him Jackey since he was little. "Fuck me! Fuck me with your gorgeous big cock!! Spread my pussy wide open and then fill me up with your sweet, hot come again!" I pushed my bottom up in the air towards him. "Fuck me baby! Shove it in me baby! Fuck me, my sweet baby boy!!"

He was slam banging me now. I reached up and grabbed the top of the headboard and raised myself up. 

"Oooh! My sweet lover boy! Grab Mommy's boobs baby. Yeah, that's it. You love my big breasts, don't you? You love how big they are, huh? You love how firm they are, huh?" I looked over my shoulder at him and our eyes locked. "You like my pussy?" He only nodded, as he rammed his big dick in my pussy. "You love my pussy, don't you?" He nodded again. "Feel how wet it is. Feel how hot it is. Fuck me baby! Fuck that pussy!" He was beginning to get that glazed look again. "Shoot your come in me Jackey. I love your sweet come. It tastes so good! Mommy wants it!"

That was all it took and he started shooting again. I could feel it running down my legs.

"Oh, yeah. That's it. Oh, my sweet boy. There it is. I can feel it. Delicious come."

He finished and fell backwards, almost off of the bed panting heavily. I turned and leaned down sucking his now softening cock into my mouth. I felt possessed to try and swallow his entire length into my throat, and with some struggle and choking did just that. It felt incredible! Shortly, though he lurched away, too sensitive. We collapsed next to each other and slept like that.

I awoke some hours later, desperate for a glass of water. I glanced at the clock, which I think read 3:30. I don't know why but I threw on one of Jack's dress shirts that was hanging by the bed, and padded to the kitchen sink. After a drink of water I turned to find Jack standing in the door. He really was beautiful to look at; but he was my son of 23 years. What we had done was not right.

"I can't believe that we just fucked each other." He said. Now I was really feeling guilty.

"Jackey...Jack. I'm so sorry." 

"I'm not!" he said cheerily. He had a wicked look on his face.

"Jack, it's wrong" I said firmly, clutching his shirt closed in front of me.

"I don't care. I loved every second. I want to do it again."

"Jack..."

"Mom, we both loved it, so who cares?" I was trying to think of something wise to say. "You turn me on incredibly!" He moved to sit in a chair. I noticed that he was getting hard again. "Show me your body again." I realized that the shirt was barely covering my ass and my pussy but didn't move. "If you and I both decide that it's okay to be lovers, than it's okay." I simply stared. "I want to be your lover." Another pause. "Right now I desperately want you to want me as your lover."

We stared at each other for awhile, as I decided what it was that I really wanted. Finally I decided that I really wanted him; that I was madly in love with him; to hell with the rest.

"God, you look so good in my shirt." He said. "Dance for me." I slowly began to roll my hips. I could feel my gooey pussy. Here was a gorgeous man, who I knew and loved, nude and hard, who wanted me too. I began to move around, possessed by sex. I turned my back to him and lowered the shirt showing him my nude back. I pulled it up and then gave him a peek of my bottom. I rolled my hips at him and he reached out to touch me but I moved away, teasing. Holding the bottom of the shirt over my pussy I let the front fall open, just covering my nipples. He was loving it; so was I. I had never danced for anyone this way.

I knelt just in front him letting the shirt fall open, my nipples still barely hidden. I put my hands on his knees and opened his legs wide apart. His penis was now fully erect again. I reached inside of the shirt and took a hold of one breast. I pulled the shirt open showing him my prize. He was entranced.

"Isn't that beautiful?" I asked. He only nodded. I reached my tongue out and flicked it over my nipple. I threw the shirt off of my shoulders and let it fall, cupping both my breasts. "They really are beautiful, aren't they?" 

"God, yes!"

"So is your cock, baby. Stroke it for me." He did. "Beautiful cock." Now I was entranced, pulling on my nipples as I watched him jacking off. "I have never seen such a gorgeous, huge, hard cock. I admit it. I am in love. With you and your body. I love sucking your cock; feeling it in me." I looked into his eyes, "Oh Jack, be my lover."

I had another mental picture of us: mother and son, nude together, her kneeling in front of him, as he stroked his cock. My hands were busy on my body; one was stroking my tits as the other was working my pussy. I was soaked. Jack was staring at my tits as I played with them.

"You like my tits?"

"Oh God!" was all he could say.

"You know what would make them look even better? Watching you shoot all that hot come all over them. Shoot it all over my beautiful big tits, and my neck, and my face. God! I'm so wet!!"

"Let me taste you!" He moaned. I jumped up and he fell to his knees as I thrust my hips into his face. I have never felt so nasty. I grabbed his head and pulled him into me. His tongue swabbed all over my pussy; washing over my clit; thrusting into my opening. He moved me to a table and laid me face down on it and continued his oral assault on me from behind. I began to come at once. He was literally fucking my pussy with his tongue. He even swirled it around my ass, which made me come harder. After another huge orgasm, I had to stop and turned and pushed him onto the chair again.

"Oh, Baby! Come for me! Come for mommy!! Shoot it all over me!!" I knelt between his legs again and took hold of my tits and milked and squeezed. "You want to, don't you? You want to shoot your hot come all over your mother's big beautiful breasts." He was pounding his cock now. "I know that it turns you on having your mother kneel nude between your legs, drooling for your huge cock, playing with my tits, dying to have your hot come shoot out all over me. I want to feel it all over me!!"

His face was wild with passion as he began to shoot. He didn't disappoint me. Incredible amounts of his hot cream splashed me everywhere; my face and cheeks; my neck and shoulders; and volumes onto my tits and nipples. It felt amazing; warm and wet everywhere. My head rolled back and my eyes rolled closed, but a huge smile crossed my face as he spurted onto me.

As soon as he was done we both fell into fits of hysterical laughter; drunk on passion and raw sex. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me wildly. His come was everywhere.

"I have never come like that in my life!!" He giggled. "That was so fucking great!!" He licked some off of my cheeks and then kissed me again. I was glowing. "Holy shit! It's everywhere!!" he laughed. "Come shower with me."

We ran to the shower together.

It was dark in the bathroom but we didn't care as we showered in the nice, hot water. He couldn't keep his hands off my tits and I couldn't stop caressing his big penis. Finally, he just pulled me into his arms and held me in the water for along time. He hugged and squeezed me with a passion I've never felt before. We were lovers. Not some spur of the moment sexual partners, but truly lovers. I adored him! I could tell that he adored me as well. Neither of us spoke because it was unnecessary. Our tender embrace said it all. I stood against him for a long time, aglow in the embrace of pure love. 'Now what?' I thought to myself. 'Where do we go from here? How can we structure our lives so that we can live together as lovers, a mother and her son?' 

Finally, we got out. We dried ourselves and each other; me paying close attention to his cock and balls; he spent a long time drying my poor sore breasts. He led me by the hand to the bed and helped me in. It was now 4:30. He climbed in behind me and wrapped his arm around me. "I adore you." He whispered before we both fell fast asleep.



I Love My Sub



I am in a room with my sub. I have scented candles lit. There is no other light. The flames from the candles give out a soft warm glow. I had my sub slowly take off his clothes and mine, now he is lying down on his back on the bed.

I slowly walk over to him, take one of his hands, kiss his palm as I slowly tie his hand at the wrist above his head. I kiss his lips to reassure him and let him know how happy I am with him for being so still for me and for trusting me.

I have him spread eagle his legs, I slowly stick my tongue between his toes and suck on each one. I then tie his leg at the ankle. I move to the other side of the bed, suck on the toes of his other foot and tie that leg by the ankle. I move my tongue up his leg caressingly flicking it and licking it as I work my way to his other arm. I flick my tongue up his side, suck on his nipple and run my tongue around it.

I grab his other hand, kiss the palm and tie it above his head at the wrist. Now my sub is bound and is totally at my mercy. I move my tongue to his ear lobe and suck on it flicking my tongue around his entire ear as I move my lips down his neck, kissing it, sucking on it. I gently kiss his lips as and as he puts his tongue into my mouth I slowly suck it in and out.

My mouth inches downward, my tongue licking against his skin as I make my way to his chest. I take one of his nipples and suck hard on it, then I run my tongue all around it and blow on it, seeing it harden, I suck it in my hot moist mouth to make it soft again. I move to his other nipple, sucking and flicking that, blowing on it and using my mouth to soften it up.

I grab a bottle of warm oil, put it on my hands and gently rub it all over his chest, massaging it, as my mouth continues its journey downward. When I get to his bellybutton I stick my tongue in it and swirl it around as my hands continue to massage the warm oil down to his stomach.

I move my mouth to his side, flicking and nipping on it and then move across his stomach so I can get to his other side. I lick and nip on his other side then start to move my mouth down. I get to his throbbing cock, I flick my tongue on the tip under the tip and then down the length of it. I put his cock in my mouth, sucking hard, all the way down my throat as I hummm so he can feel the vibration. I move my head up and down slowly flicking it with my tongue when I get to the top, then move my mouth down again and humm.

I do this a few times, then slowly move my mouth to his balls, I flick them lightly with my tongue as I move downward and lick behind them. I put my lips on his inner thighs, flicking them and sucking on them. I lick behind his balls . I flick his ass cheeks with my tongue and slightly nibble on them. I carefully spread his cheeks and lick from his balls to his ass where I caressingly swirl my tongue around it before I slowly stick it in and out as I take his cock with my hand and move it in rhythm with my tongue.

As I move my tongue in and out of his ass, I suck on it, as my hand moves up and down faster over his cock. I hear my sub moan and realize he is getting to a point I don't want him to be. I slowly take my tongue out and release his cock as I walk over to the table and take a drink of ice water. I stand there a few minutes, letting him catch his breath then I decide I need to cool him off a little. 

I grab a small piece of ice and slowly run it down his neck as I suck up the trail of water it leaves. I move it over his nipples , watching them perk up as I lick off the water, run my tongue around them, suck on them once and continue moving the ice downward, I put it on the tip of his cock and run it down the length of it as I suck the remaining water away not forgetting to flick my tongue on the tip as I go.

Once my ice has melted, I get up and take another drink of water. I smile at my sub and kiss him lightly on his lips gently sucking on his tongue. I move down to his feet, stick his toes in my mouth, sucking on them. I do one foot then the other, I make my way upwards, kissing his inner thigh, my warm breath caressing his skin as my tongue rapidly moves along the length of it, nipping on it. I flick my tongue between his ass cheeks as I move up to his cock swirling my tongue on the tip and again suck on it hard as I take it all the way down my throat. I move my head and put his cock in my hand and move it up and down as I reach over and take a sip of hot coffee sitting on the night stand. I swirl it around in my mouth as I put his cock in it, he can feel the warmth of the coffee surrounding the head. I swallow the coffee and his cock down my throat then move my lips up as my tongue moves rapidly up his entire shaft.

When I get to the top of his cock, I lick the tip as I slowly move my mouth down, behind his balls, suck on the bottom of them and again open his cheeks and lick from his balls down to his ass. I stick my tongue in, take it out, swirl it around his ass and suck on it before sticking my tongue in again. I spend several minutes fucking his ass with my tongue slowly, deeply, moving it in and out, using my hand to stroke his cock, I move slower this time, wanting to extend his pleasure.

While still stroking his cock, with my other hand, I reach for a glass of carbonated water. I take a sip of it and keep it in my mouth as I engulf his throbbing cock so he can feel the bubbles on the tip. I swirl it around the head and flick it with my tongue before I swallow it and his cock down my throat, sucking hard several times before I remove my lips and reach for a straw. I suck in the carbonated water, hold the end of the straw and gently insert the tip into my subs ass just enough so the carbonated water goes in, he feels the bubbles, I put my mouth on his ass, stick my tongue in and suck the water out as I put my hand around his cock, holding it tightly and moving it in a steady rhythm.

My sub moans and I know he is getting close to cumming. I move my pussy close over his face to give him access to it, I feel him stick his tongue in , he moves it in and out, he runs it across my lips and sucks on my clit, I moan because it feels so very good, I quit fucking his ass with my tongue and reach over for a package.

It is an envelope of candy, pop rocks. I open it and stick a handful in my mouth before I put it over his cock, making sure the pop rocks are still popping as I twirl my tongue around the tip. He can feel the pop rocks popping against it. I move my mouth faster, suck harder as I feel him burying his tongue deeper in my hot moist pussy. I want us both to experience heaven together, I tell him to cum with me. I swallow his cock to the back of my throat, I hum as I move my mouth up and down, fast, feeling his cock start to throb.

All of a sudden I feel him stiffen, he raises his hips a little, he buries his face in my pussy and flicks my clit, hard. I feel my body explode, that burst of heat, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, as he also cums,I feel his body shaking with the intensity of it. Squirting into my mouth I suck hard with each burst of hot cum, running my tongue over the tip with each swallow. I suck him dry and deep as he does me, my hot pussy juice filling his mouth. 

I turn my body around, still quivering, and kiss him softly. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart beat. It was beating fast but is slowing down. I run my fingers over him. Loving the feel of him. Then I start wondering what we can do next time.