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Janet's Unthinkable Sin Ch. 01

By: cindyexposed



Introduction: 

I cannot believe I let this happen. I cannot believe I allowed my son into my bed. I can claim I was drunk, confused, depressed, lonely, or even out of my mind with lust; but there is no excuse for a mother doing what I did. I am not here to make excuses, or to claim that there is any excuse; there is none. But please as you read this, please do not condemn me until you understand the events that led up to me committing the gravest of all sins: a sexual relationship with my son.

My name is Janet. I am a 35 year old and recently widowed.

Eric is my only child. I got pregnant in my senior year of high school to the boy to whom I lost my virginity. After much soul searching and debate, I married Bob, and Bob joined the service. Bob was invited to attend office candidate training, and became an officer in the army. Despite the 'less than ideal beginning of our marriage, we had a good marriage until Bob was killed in action a few months back.

During our 18 years of marriage, I never strayed; I never cheated on Bob despite being left alone for months at a stretch as Bob was deployed overseas. Until the events of a few months ago, Bob was the only man who had ever entered me, and the only man with whom I had ever had a climax.

That is correct, my son, Eric, was only the second man with whom I had sex.

Despite what I am about to tell you, I am not a slut. In fact, many people would consider me a bit of a prude. I was a faithful wife who would have remained faithful and relatively wholesome had the events not transpired as they did. Before Bob's death, I was living a good life, and was generally happy in my role as a mother and a soldier's wife.

The point is, before you judge me too harshly, realize: 1.) before my husband was killed, I would never have believed myself capable of doing these things, certainly not with my son; and 2.) you really cannot be sure what you would or would not do until you are actually faced with a situation.

Here is my story.

Chapter 1: I lose my husband & fall into the bottle: 

Even before Bob was killed, it was pretty much just my only son, Eric, and me at home most of the time. Bob was a career military officer who spent extended periods of time deployed overseas. Since many of his deployments were to war zone areas, Eric and I often remained back in the states. We often lived in military housing, either on the base or immediately off the base

Bob was a good man, who loved his country and had a strong sense of duty. He truly believed that the actions of our military served to make the world a better place. Me, I am not so sure. But this story is not about political debates surrounding the U.S. military.

As a military officer, Bob was a stern, complex man, who was difficult to get to know. He would pray to his God one moment; and then drink heavily and cuss at his family the next.

He also had a difficult time showing any vulnerability, emotional or otherwise. I know he loved us; but at times he struggled with precisely how to show that love.

Bob was deployed in the original 'desert storm' and 'desert shield', and also served during the second Iraq invasion before being deployed to Afghanistan. We received word that Bob was killed shortly after Eric's 18th birthday, the summer before his senior year in high school. Bob's vehicle had encountered a road side bomb. He did not survive the attack.

The news of my husband's death was a devastating blow to me personally; but Eric seemed to be able to deal with the loss only slightly better than I was. I fell into a bottle, became a heavy drinker. I was 'passed out drunk' most nights by 8 p.m.

Eric had been a good student, active in sports, and really never got into any trouble prior to his dad's death. Before Bob's death, Eric talked about attending the Air Force Academy and making the military his career, similar to his father. But his plans and his behavior changed significantly that summer.

Eric's demise coincided with the news of Dad's death, and I am convinced was a direct result of it. To be honest, since I was not in any condition to help anyone most nights, Eric was left to guide himself through this grief with little help from me. We were both dealing with our loss and grief in our own way.

Despite my strongest objections, Eric quit the basketball team, where he had been one of the better forwards on the team. He also started drinking and smoking marijuana. Now none of these are unusual or that horrific for teenage boys, but the change in Eric was clear and evident, and the direction he was heading was not good. Eric also made it clear that he was no longer interested in the military as a college choice or as a career.

In short, despite wanting to help Eric I was lost in my own alcoholic nosedive and grief. I was in no position to help anyone else.

It was after 9:00 p.m. on a Friday night, about four months after Bob's death. I had been drinking vodka and orange juice while waiting for Eric to come home. I decided to take a warm bath and fixed myself one last large drink; one that I really did not need. It was in a large plastic tumbler, and although I did not precisely its contents, it likely was the equivalent to three shots of vodka. I knew that it would put me well over the edge.

As I prepared my warm bath, I stood naked in front of the mirror, naked holding a large plastic cup of vodka and orange juice. I studied my naked form through my inebriated eyes. Objectively speaking, I am an attractive woman. I am about 5 ft 6 inches, with a slender figure and small, but perky breasts. I am blonde with green eyes. I have been told, on many occasions, that I resemble Meg Ryan. Even slightly drunk, I could appreciate the fact that I was still attractive; my breasts were firm, my nipples erect, my stomach flat and my butt shapely. Although I had not fixed my hair in weeks, I still looked good. I enjoyed the fact that even without make-up, I still could turn heads.

Bob had already been deployed for more than 4 months when he was killed; so it had been over 7 months since I had had a man; that's right, it had been more than a half a year since I had been fucked. I had to admit I missed it. I missed the intimacy and closeness as much as I missed the orgasmic pleasure of sex. I was lonely and depressed. I was far too young to be a widow.

I climbed into the warm tub and sipped my drink, trying to reach that magic alcohol level that would allow me to sleep without dealing with my sense of loss and loneliness. I allowed my fingers to visit my clit, just to say hello. I had not been able to masturbate successfully since Bob's death. That's right, I had not had an orgasm in over three months! I did not expect to succeed tonight. Nonetheless, I touched myself with my right hand as I fed myself my drink with the left. I was already drunk; but not far enough gone to pass out, yet. I expected that to happen soon; I would soon be on the verge of passing out, and I would climb into bed for a short respite from my grief and loneliness.

I finished my drink and felt the vodka taking over my consciousness as I gently massaged my clit. The gentle circles I traced on my erect clitoris felt good, but I was not anywhere near orgasm, but I continued to explore myself with my fingers despite not being able to fully respond to my touch.

In my inebriated state, I did not realize I had failed to close the bathroom door completely. Nor did I hear Eric come home. I do not know how long he stood in the dark of the hallway was watching me try to masturbate through the slightly cracked open door, but I suspect it was a while. 

As I recall this particular evening, I am certain that my movements and facial expression left no doubt that I was masturbating in the warm tub. I thought I was alone, but I was mistaken. 

Something caught my eye, some movement in the door crack; or maybe I heard a sound. But suddenly, I realized I was not alone. I realized that I was being watched.

"Eric, are you home?" I cried out with obvious panic. "Is that you."

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

"Oh shit. I did not know you were there." I said as I climbed out the tub wanting to cover up, as I reached for my robe. But the tile was wet and slippery; and in my drunken stupor, my footing was quite unsure. I slipped and fell...hard....right on my naked ass. My flesh made a distinct slapping sound as I crashed against the linoleum floor.

Eric was obviously concerned as I slammed against the floor and side of the tub. Eric burst in. "Mom, are you OK?"

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

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

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

I started to sit up, and Eric helped me to me feet. I caught a quick glance of us in the bathroom mirror. I was taken by my petite, but naked stature next to my tall, muscular son. I realized we made an erotic sight, and then purged that thought from my mind.

I saw my robe hanging on the door hook, I quickly grabbed and donned it, covering my nakedness.

The robe was white terry cloth and came down to my mid thigh. It was not revealing, but it was also not matronly, I knew that I still looked pretty good under this robe. I could feel my head spinning from the multiple shots of vodka I had consumed over the past couple of hours.

I know the alcohol played a role in the next events. I looked at Eric and could not help noticing the strong resemblance he had to his father. He was a strikingly good looking young man. I must admit that I glanced at Eric's crotch and I could discern a noticeable bulge. I am ashamed to admit, seeing Eric's bulging crotch, and knowing I was the cause of it, pleased me. I wondered momentarily if Eric was endowed as well as his father had been.

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

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

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

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

Eric walked me to my bedroom. I do not know why I did this. I know it was terribly wrong; I should have just climbed into bed wearing my robe. But I did not do that. As I approached my bed, I took off my robe and tossed it on the chair near my bed, and climbed into bed naked in front of my son. I wanted him to see his mother naked one last time. I remember thinking briefly, I want him to go back to his room and jack off tonight thinking about his mommy's naked body.

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

Then I shocked myself, and Eric. I do not know why I said this; the words were out before I even thought about the implications. "Eric, I don't want to be alone right now. Would you snuggle with me for a little while?" The words sounded innocent, but I knew this was terribly wrong.

What was I thinking? How could I invite my 18 year old son into my bed with me naked beneath the covers? I do not know how, or why I suggested it; but I did.

Eric's face conveyed shock, uncertainty and excitement. After an agonizing moment, he responded, "OK, mom. I can do that. I will stay with you for a while."

After a moment's hesitation, he turned his back to me and removed his pants and shirt before climbing onto bed with me, wearing only his boxer shorts. I did not expect him to strip to his boxers before joining me in bed, but I liked the fact that he did. When he turned back to face me, I could see that his penis was fully erect and poking out of the waist band of his boxers by at least two to three inches. God it was a sexy sight. My baby was a grown man, with a marvelous body and a large and fully functioning penis!

I knew I should stop this madness. I knew I should send him to his room. But the sight of the head of his wonderful cock poking proudly above his waist band of his underwear was too simply much for me; I did not have the strength to send him away. God damn, he looked just like his father at that moment. In my drunken state, I felt like his the ghost of Eric's father was climbing into my bed.

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

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

Eric wrapped his arm around me, placing it initially on my abdomen, gently rubbing my stomach. This was the first contact I had with a man in more than half a year. I moaned softly again, I wanted this contact; I needed this intimacy.

I am ashamed to admit it, but after a few minutes of Eric pressing his erection against my ass, and him gently massaging my abdomen, I took his hand and slowly guided it up to my naked breast. Without either of us saying a word, his fingers tentatively caressed my tit and then gently teased my nipple.

After several seconds of allowing him to feel me, all I could say was, "Eric I love you so much. Thank you for being here tonight. Thank you for cuddling with me. I did not want to be alone tonight."

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

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

As we necked, very slowly, Eric moved his hand away from my breast, down my abdomen to my vagina. I opened my legs to give him access. God I wanted him to touch me; I needed him to touch me.

I moaned like a wanton whore, sucking on his tongue as he found my clit. It had been so long since I had been touched, so long since I had been aroused, I simply ignored the depravity of my actions and responded. I opened my thighs wider to grant my son access to my sensitive and erect clitoris. I shuddered as he gently stimulated with his finger, rubbing small circles on my erect 'nubbins', much the way his father used to tease me. His erection was humping against my backside.

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

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

I could hear the wet, slippery sound of his fingers sloshing in and out of me, causing my tight vagina to expand and open to accept them. I could also smell the very faint scent of my arousal. I wondered if Eric could smell the scent of his mommy's aroused pussy too. Did he recognize this aroma as the scent of my arousal?

I reached over and placed my hand on Eric's erection through his boxers. Eric raised his hips as I lowered his boxer shorts, allowing his erect penis to spring free. He then kicked off the shorts completely and was naked with me in the bed, his boxers landing somewhere on the floor at the foot my bed.

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

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

His fingers were pushing deeper into my vagina. He seemed to instinctively know to focus on the front wall of my vagina, finding the g-spot driving me closer to the orgasm I needed so badly. 

"Oh baby, you are driving me wild. God you are making me feel good. I love you so much." I encouraged him as he sucked my erect nipple with more and more vigor.


Janet's Unthinkable Sin Ch. 01



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eric is a handsome young man, with a Nordic look about him similar to his father. His sandy blond hair and steel blue eyes are set upon a strong looking face with a large, pronounced jaw line. He stands a little over 6 ft, 2 inches, and has a marvelous, slender, but muscular build. His penis looked slightly longer and thicker than his father's. I would guess it is between 7 and 8 inches in length and about 2 inches in girth. The plum shaped head stood out noticeably from the thickly veined shaft. Kneeling between my knees, with his rigid erection throbbing, he reminded me of a Greek god. Yes, tonight, my son was my Greek god; a Greek god who had a distinct Oedipus complex. If I remember correctly there was a considerable amount of incest in Greek mythology, wasn't there?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After this set of waves passed over my core, I used all my strength to push Eric's head to break his suction on my clit. "Baby, I really need you to let me come down."

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

My chest heaved as I tried to recover my senses and regain my breath. The reality of what I had done hit me, and I was ashamed. Nonetheless, the climax was intense and badly needed. Prior to this evening, I honestly had feared I may never cum again. But having cum, I was now horrified at what I had allowed to occur.

I glanced down at Eric, who still had his fingers inside me, gently moving them as he looked up at me. I could feel myself burning with shame. As I looked at my son, his lips and chin shiny with my vagina's juice mixed with his saliva. His smile told it all; he was very pleased by my reaction, and the fact that he had made me cum, violently and repeatedly. Yes, he was very pleased with himself indeed.

"Oh baby, I am sorry I let that happen. I should not have done that. It was wrong of me...." I begged forgiveness while Eric's fingers were still inside my gaping vagina!

"Mom, please don't say that. I am glad we did it. It is beautiful. You are beautiful. We both need each other. Honestly, we are all we have...."

What's next? Could I ever be forgiven? Could Eric ever forgive me for my sin? Could I ever forgive myself?

Eric slowly withdrew his fingers from my vulva, and started to climb up between my legs; his massive erection swinging proudly in front of him as he approached me. He had not cum yet; and he needed to do so. But I could not allow him to fuck me, that was too much. I just couldn't cross that line.

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

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

Coming soon: Chapter 2 -- Eric needs relief...



Janet's Unthinkable Sin Ch. 02



Chapter 2 – Eric need a release 

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

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

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

"Come here, baby, and let me take care of you with my mouth." I beckoned him to come up to me and allow me to suck his magnificent erect penis.

But instead of climbing up towards my head, Eric continued to climb up between my legs, into position to enter me with his penis. His rigid cock bobbed up and down as he approached me. I with my lust already sated by a series of intense orgasms, brought on by my son's mouth and fingers, I was thinking a bit more clearly now. I knew that intercourse was out of the question. In addition to all the moral issues, the fact was since I had not been sexually active in any way for over 7 months, I was not currently on the pill.

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

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

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

"Mom, I just want to feel inside of you. I want you to be my first." He said as his penis bounced against my opening.

With Eric holding my legs above his shoulders, forcing me on my back with my pussy open and available, I tried to reason with my son. "Baby, I want that too, but you can't. I am not even on the pill. You can't go inside me, you could get me pregnant. Come here and let me take care of you with my mouth. I promise I will take good care of you, just not this way...." 

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

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

Damn I wanted to take him inside me too; I did want to be his 'first'; to have him lose his virginity in the very same vagina that bore him. But I could not take the chance; not unprotected at least. The last time I succumbed to allowing a teenage boy enter me without protection, I got pregnant, and Eric was the result. I could not run the risk of being pregnant by my own son. No, I just couldn't.

Although I was still very drunk from the large amount of vodka and OJ I had consumed that evening, I was not so drunk that I did not recognize the serious risk of pregnancy if I allowed my son to enter me. Recognizing this may be the only rational thought or my only exercise of good judgment I had that evening.

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

Eric stopped for a moment, his penis resting at my very opening; as he continued holding my legs apart and in the air. His penis continued to throb and bounce against my opening as he contemplated what to do. I could feel the head throbbing at the very opening of my vulva. I thought he was inside me just a bit, 

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

Eric slowly lowered my legs, and his penis slowly moved away from my vaginal opening. I had adverted this potential crisis, at least for the moment.

"Thank you Eric. Thank you for listening." I was relieved, and in a way, disappointed. But I was mostly relieved. "Come here. Let your mommy take care of her boy..." I beckoned him to bring his erection to my face. I sat up and directed my son to lay on his back.

I leaned over him and took his large penis into my fist. I wanted to savor this moment. I studied his cock as I pumped my fist up and down very slowly. Eric was circumcised as an infant. The head of his erection stood proudly and distinctly atop of the massive thickly veined shaft. It was (is) a beautiful cock. 

I noticed that on each down stroke of my fist, the opening at the tip of his penis, his urethra, would opening up slightly; just as his father's had. This was only the second penis that I had any intimate experience with, and it seemed to be virtually identical to his father's except it was slightly larger.

Eric thrust his hips upward on each down stroke of my fist. He then took my head between his hands and guided me to his erection. I pumped down, pulling the skin taught, and opening his urethra slightly. I could see a slight trace of semen leaking from his urethra as I opened it. I placed my tongue directly into the tiny hole to taste my son's semen. I could smell the faint scent of his semen as well.

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

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

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

Eric's expression was absolutely priceless. He looked like a little boy who had just been chastised for running in the house, or for some other minor infraction. The irony of his little boy, innocent look while I held his erection in my fist, and was giving my son his first blow job was enormous. As I returned to kissing and sucking my son's cock I smiled with amusement at the absurdity of my situation.

For the next several minutes, I licked, kissed and sucked this large thick penis, slowly moving my son closer and closer to his climax. I pumped his cock with my fist while exploring the very sensitive head with my tongue. Despite my instructions to lie still, as his excitement increased, Eric could not help but rock his hips.

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

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

As I struggled to swallow the viscous mixture which contained my son's seed, I realized that very few mother's ever experience this intimacy with their sons. Very few mothers know first hand what their son's semen tastes like. Very few mothers experience knowing that their son's sperm is swimming safely in their belly, searching but unable to impregnate them. 

I realize almost everyone in our society feels strongly that this 'lack of first hand knowledge' by mothers of the taste of their son's semen is a good thing. I realize most people feel strongly that mothers are not supposed to share this with their sons. Perhaps they are right. But I must admit, I treasured this first swallow of Eric's nectar. The memory of its salty bitter flavor arouses me to this very day.

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

The volume of Eric's ejaculate was beginning to overwhelm me. He was cumming in a much larger volume than his father ever had. I felt his erection pulse once again, ejaculating a third time, adding even more sperm to my mouth. I simply could not swallow fast enough. I had to pull away, my mouth brimming with my son's semen, as I pumped his erection with my fist.

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

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

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

"I love you too. I hope you know that. I would not have done this if I did not love you." I said as waves of guilt began there return. "Eric we should not have done that. I am sorry. I was lonely, and weak, and drunk. You deserve better." I said without releasing my grip on his erection, which was remaining hard and rigid.

"Mom, please do not feel that way. Please do not say that. This was wonderful."

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

"No mom, you are wrong. This is beautiful and wonderful. I won't let you make it seem like something wicked or evil. And I won't let you end something that is so beautiful between us. I just won't" Eric stated with a resolve that I had not seen before.

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

I had made a mess of my life and his.

":Let's talk about this in the morning, OK?" I postponed facing this crisis I had created in our lives.

I expected Eric to return to his bedroom for he evening; instead, he climbed into bed with me, both of us naked under the covers. His penis was still rigid and fully erect. I thought about sending him to his room, but did not. I allowed him to stay in my bed for the night.

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

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

Coming soon....Chapter 3 – Do I go further? Do I let him fuck me?



Janet's Unthinkable Sin Ch. 03



Chapter 3 - Do I go further? Do I let my son fuck me?

Between the alcohol and my orgasm, I drifted off to sleep quickly as Eric cuddled with me, and spooned me from behind. I must admit, I enjoyed having his naked form next to me in my bed. I particularly liked his firm erection pressing into my backside as he nuzzled me and cuddled with me.

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

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

When I awoke, Eric had already slipped out of the bed. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 7:50 a.m. My head hurt from the alcohol hangover. I grabbed my robe and went to the kitchen to get some Tylenol. I heard the water running in the bathroom and knew Eric was in the shower. I started a pot of coffee, and started to clean up the kitchen as it brewed.

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

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

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

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

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

We needed to address this 'situation" that was entirely due to my weakness and poor judgment. "Eric, we made a bad mistake last night. I made a bad mistake last night. I take full responsibility. Not only am I the adult, I am your mother. I should never have allowed any of that to happen. I don't know if you can forgive me or not..."

Eric interrupted, "It was not a mistake, it was a beautiful thing. It was the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. Please do not say 'it was a mistake'. It hurts me to think you do not think what we shared was as beautiful as I do."

"Eric, it was wrong. It was illegal. And I should not have let it happen. I was drunk and was not thinking straight. I gave into my loneliness. I am very sorry." I was sincere in my contrition. 

"Mom, you are wrong. It was a beautiful. And I am not a child; I am an adult. I am 18. I am old enough to vote; I am old enough to serve in the military, I am certainly old enough to know who I want for my sexual partner; and I want you."

Eric's words sent me searching for a response. "Eric, I am flattered, and I understand your confusion. I am quite confused myself. But what we did, what I did last night is wrong by any measure. If people knew, they would put me in jail for what we did!"

"Mom, no one will ever know what happens between you and me. That is something that I will never discuss with anyone. I promise you that." I could tell he was trying to alleviate my deepest fear, my fear that people would find out. He was right, I was afraid of being caught in addition to my overwhelming guilt. 

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

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

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

I was shocked at the boldness of my son. I tried to react appropriately, whatever that would mean. But after the mistakes of last night, was there anything I could do going forward that would be appropriate? "Eric, please cover yourself up. We cannot continue the mistakes of last night."

He put his finger to my lips and merely said "shhhhh...Mom, don't talk for a moment." Then he placed his fingers under my chin, raised my chin up, and kissed me. It was a soft, gentle, loving kiss; but sensual nonetheless. 

"Mom, I love you so much. And I need you. I need you right now, more than you can imagine. You are all I have" he said with all the sincerity in the world.

He stepped back from me, and held me by the shoulders at arms length away from him.

As I tried to gather my thoughts and find my resolve, I tried not to look at his naked body, to look him in the eyes; but his naked muscular physique was impressive. I could not help but glance down and admired his naked physique. His flaccid penis was thick and long, even soft. My first thought was that he reminded me of the statue of David. A moment later, I realized he had the firm, hard body of a 'male underwear model' from a fashion magazine. My son was a very attractive young man, and he was standing naked in front of me! Despite my desire to behave appropriately, I could not deny the physical and emotional attraction that I felt. 

"Mom, watch. Watch and tell me what you see." he said, and as he spoke, his flaccid penis began to grow slowly in front of my very eyes. At first I could not believe what I was seeing, but standing there naked in front of me, my 18 year old son penis throbbed and pulsed to life, growing longer and firmer before my eyes. I watched in silent amazement.

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

"I am thinking about you. I am thinking about tasting you and touching you last night. I am thinking about what you did for me last night. I am thinking about how much I want you, need you, and I am thinking about what I am going to do to you tonight and every night from now on."

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

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

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

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

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

"I want to see something. Mom, I want to see if you are as aroused as I am." 

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

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

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

My face felt as if it were on fire I was blushing so deeply. I understood that I was being teased; I stood there spreading my legs for my son to access my most private parts, much as he did the previous evening. But somehow this was different, kneeling in front of me, my son was instructing me to stand there, as he slowly touched me. It was a demonstration of his unique control over me, and a verification that I was powerless to resist him. He seemed so damn confident and in control at the moment.

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

"Eric, please, I beg you...we should not do this" I panted. But rather than push his hands away from me, I squatted down ever so slightly to give him better access to my vagina. I knew then, as I am forced to admit now, that my physical actions of encouragement again contradicted my words of discouragement.

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

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

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

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

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

I wanted to stop, I knew I should pull away, but I simply could not. I was indeed responding to my son's touch and instructions. Eric, much like his father, knew exactly how to touch me for the greatest response, both emotionally and physically. He seemed to sense the erotic effect his mild dominance and humiliation would have on me. Again, he was his father's son!

After several minutes of taking me to the brink, Eric withdrew his fingers from my pussy, and stood up. I had been on the verge of a massive climax, just moments away from cumming violently with Eric's fingers inside me. 

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

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

Standing in front of me, Eric towered over me; and his erection waved about the level of my erect breasts. I could not deny the attraction I felt at that moment for this incredibly attractive young man...who also happened to also be my son. I think I would have done anything for him at that moment; he owned me!

He reached out, took my robe from my shoulders, dropping it to the floor, leaving me completely naked. Eric then took my arms, placing them around his neck, before reaching down and lifting me up, taking a hold of each of my legs, pulling them apart and around him, and causing me to straddle his torso. I glanced down to see that Eric had another unobstructed view of my gaping pussy as he held me in this position straddling him. My wetness was visible as it leaked out of me. I could smell the faint scent of my arousal, as could Eric. I was in heat. I was his. 

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

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

Slowly, he started to lower me down slightly, and I felt the head of his erect penis searching for my opening. I felt the head of his rigid cock bumping against the back of my thighs and buttocks, searching anxiously. Eric moved me over slightly. I felt his penis was pulsing against the outer folds of my vagina, searching for a home.

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

Then suddenly the realization that I was not on any birth control burst into my consciousness, just as Eric was starting to enter me. 

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

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

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

I pulled up again, recoiling from Eric's searching viper as it sought to enter me, "No, baby. I am not even on the pill. You cannot fuck me like this. You need to wear a condom until I can get back on the pill."

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

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

I then remembered that Eric's father had left a partially used box of condoms in his top dresser drawer that I had not gotten around to disposing since his death.

"Eric, please. At least let me get you one of your father's condoms. Please son, it will only take a second. Then you can have me, I promise. I'll do whatever you want." 

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

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

Eric then asked, "You have some of dad's condoms? OK where are they?" I could distinctly feel the constant pulsing of the head of his cock barely inside me. I wondered if my baby was leaking any trace seminal fluid in me while we were debating this issue. 

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

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

After four or five seconds of silence with his penis throbbing just inside the very opening of my core, he lifted me off and set me down. "I guess I do not need to get my mom pregnant."

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

I realized that by agreeing get him a condom, there was no turning back now. I was going to allow my baby boy to fuck his mommy. I was now fully complicit; a completely willing participant in this new sin. 

I went into my bedroom with Eric in fast pursuit. Just before I got to Bob's dresser, Eric grabbed me, turned me around and kissed me deeply again. His penis pressing and throbbing between my breasts and against my abdomen. Our tongues danced together, chasing each other from my mouth to his, and back again. 




Janet's Unthinkable Sin Ch. 03



I broke off our kiss and opened the top drawer and found the box of condoms. The box was marked Trojan 'Magnums', which I later learned were 'over sized condoms' for very well endowed men. I had limited experience with which to compare penis sizes, but I now realize that my husband was a well endowed man; and his son was slightly larger than he was! I had been spoiled and did not even realize it.

As I removed one condom, and struggled to open the tin wrapper containing the protection I sought, I caught my image in the mirror. I was taken by what a very sexy looking woman I was. Naked, my only vestige of modesty being the thin, very blond, almost transparent wisps of fine pubic hair covering my pussy, I did look good. Yes, even in my mid-thirties, I had to admit I was a sexy sight indeed. 

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

In a weird way, as I placed the prophylactic on Eric's large boner, I felt like a mother dressing her son for the prom or some other big life time event. Only this event was the loss of his virginity. Yes, this was a very special, albeit inappropriate, occasion indeed. 

I then lay back on my bed as Eric approached me, resigned to accepting him without further protestations. He approached me, pushing my legs back so my heels were touching my ass, and he slowly spread my knees and climbed between my legs, his penis bobbing impatiently in anticipation of finding its home. The head of his penis had no trouble finds my opening this time, all of the petting and touching had my vagina open and ready, and my own juices, and the lubrication from the condom itself, allowed him to slide right in. His girth was more than I was used to, but in my highly aroused state, I could accommodate the thickness. But his length took a little bit of work.

"Oh baby, you are a very big man." I cautioned. "You are stretching me. Please be gentle, go slowly. You don't want to hurt me." Realizing that I had agreed to allow my son to enter me, I gave up all thought of resisting. I wrapped my legs around him, my heals propped against his firm ass, allowing him full access to my vagina. I used my heels to guide him deeper as I stretched and strained to accommodate this very large penis in my rather petite frame.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It seemed pointless in light of what we had done earlier to resist. I reached over got another condom and placed it on Eric's erection before allowing his to enter me once again. I knew that on Monday, I would get my birth control prescription refilled, and he would be allowed to take me unprotected, whenever he chose. But until then, we would use this latex barrier. 

This time, there was less passion in our love making. It was slower and more gentle. Although I did not climax this second time, this gentle love making was just as enjoyable as our first coupling. And soon, Eric came inside me a second time before noon, once again with the protection of a condom. I had moved past the horror of what I was doing temporarily, blocking the guilt for this brief moment, savoring the experience as I allowed my son to fuck me again.

Coming soon - Chapter 4: Eric finally takes me bareback.



Janet's Unthinkable Sin Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Oh my God, the unthinkable happens...

Eric and I were inseparable the rest of the weekend. I counted the remaining condoms that Bob (my deceased husband, and Eric's father) had left behind. We had seven remaining "Trojan Magnums" after using the two this morning. I anticipated that would last us through the weekend, but I would need to visit the pharmacy on Monday morning. I had never been condom shopping before but I figured I would just buy the same type Bob had left behind. They were a good, snug fit for Eric, and his penis looked so good in the latex sheathe!

I also decided to visit the medical clinic on the nearby military base to get my birth control pills renewed. It was clear that Eric was intent on continuing this tawdry and sexually charged relationship with his mother; and I did not have the strength, discipline or will power to resist the emotional or physical pleasure my young lover gave me. It was foolish to think that at this point, I could stop; I couldn't. I was hooked.

Although it was Saturday night, Eric canceled his plans with his friends to 'stay home' with me on Saturday night. Another very peculiar thing happened on Saturday night: I did not drink! For the first time since I learned Bob had been killed in action, I went to bed sober. I did not make a specific decision not to drink; I just was so occupied with my school girl infatuation with Eric to feel the need, or the desire for my usual alcohol relaxer. I did not make a commitment to not drink in the future; but this one night, I preferred to be sober with my son.

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

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

We did not discuss sleeping arrangements, but Eric merely assumed he was welcome to sleep in my bed with me again on Saturday night as he had Friday night, before we had 'consummated' our sexual relationship by coupling. I silently complied, and allowed him in my bed again. 

Eric stripped naked before climbing into bed with me. His penis was already half erect as he slipped under the covers. Ah, the wonders of youth and the sexual prowess of a 18 year old teenager. It is enough to make a mother proud!

I was wearing a t-shirt and my panties when I climbed into bed with my son. But soon Eric had removed them, and had me naked, and was making 'condom protected' love to his mommy. 

Sunday we watched football on TV, had dinner and relaxed in the living room again. We were now down to five condoms, having used two more Saturday evening.

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

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

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

It was clear that Eric was enjoying teasing me tremendously. I sensed he liked having 'my number' this way. I must admit, I have a slight submissive streak, and I was enjoying being teased myself. I enjoyed the control Eric had assumed over me, his mother.

"Oh baby, you are getting me so hot. You are getting me all wound up teasing me this way. You are driving your mommy crazy." I moaned in a coy, helpless, little girl voice.

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

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

"I think I am going to fuck her long and hard. I am going to make her cum on my cock. Do you think she would like that?" Eric asked, playing along with our little game.

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

Eric then reached up, unsnapped the waistband of my shorts, lowered my zipper and tugged at the pant legs. I lifted my bottom to allow him to remove my shorts, leaving me in my pale green panties and halter top.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eric grabbed my hand and pulled it away. "No, ma'am. You must not touch yourself without my permission. You must be a good girl and wait."

I simply nodded my compliance and moaned in frustration. 

Eric's dominance sent an electric shock through my core. How did he know I would react to his seizing control? What signals did I send? I honestly will never know. His father sensed the same thing about me. Nonetheless, being teased, brought to the brink of orgasm and then left hanging, and then instructed not to touch myself, aroused me beyond belief. I swear that I could feel my vagina open and close in a frustrated spasm as he told me not to touch myself.

"Do you promise to be good, and not touch yourself without my permission?" Eric asked with a sly grin. 

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

"Remove your panties for me," Eric instructed.

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

"Spread your legs for me. Let me see how wet you are." Eric was now fully into the role of commanding my actions.

I blushed deeply and simply nodded agreement, as I slowly opened my thighs to my son's gaze and inspection.

"How do you feel now, mom? "

I could feel my face and chest burn red from the humiliation. I answered honestly. "I am embarrassed, but very, very turned on, Eric. You are turning me on more than you can imagine," I confessed.

"You like showing me your vagina, don't you?" he insisted I talk to him about my humiliation.

I nodded silently, too embarrassed to actually say the words. God this 'game' of Eric's was turning me on. I could feel my vagina actually leaking out of me, my juices were running down the crack of my ass and on to the leather couch.

"Mother, answer me. Do you like showing me your vagina? It looks very shiny and wet now. I think you like doing this," Eric said with a stern, dominant tone. I actually felt my heart pounding in my chest as his words excited me further.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eric stood up, removed his clothes, his large erection swaying in front of him. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. My juices mixed with Eric's saliva were absolutely running down my inner thighs. My head was a blur. My heart still pounding in my chest. I knew I was about to be fucked, and fucked well by my 18 year old son.

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

With his penis encased safely with the white, translucent, latex layer, Eric laid on his back and instructed me to mount him. Obediently, I climbed over him, straddling his torso. I reached down, and held his erection, pointing it at my dilated vagina as I lowered myself slowly.

Despite his large size, I was sufficiently dilated that the head slid right in, unobstructed. I got about 4 inches in the first penetration, and then raised and lowered myself repeatedly taking more of my boy's massive cock on each cycle until he was buries, balls deep, into his mommy's gaping pussy. I swear I could feel the head of his massive cock up into my lower stomach. 

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

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

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

My juices were now flowing out of me, pouring over Eric's cock, balls and legs. I was soaking my baby with the vaginal lubrication flowing out of me.

I started to cum and I fucked my son. "Oh, Eric, I am cumming again." I screamed. "Eric, Cum with me," I urged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mom, I did not know. I am sorry. I did not know it broke." Eric seemed to be pleading for forgiveness for something that was not his fault. Instantly he changed from my domineering master to my little boy asking to be forgiven.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Catholic upbringing would not allow me to terminate a pregnancy no matter what the circumstances. Oh, God, please do not let me be pregnant with Eric's baby. Please...

Coming soon - Chapter 5 - what's next?



Janet's Unthinkable Sin Ch. 05



I started to cum and I fucked my son. "Oh, I am cumming again." I screamed. "Eric Cum with me." I urged.

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

He fucked me violently like this for about 45 seconds, and then he stiffened with one last upward thrust. He held me tightly as his erection throbbed inside of me, pumping rope upon rope of heavy thick semen out.

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

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

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

OMG! I look at Eric's naked, unprotected cock in absolute horror. The rubber had broken! Shit, shit, shit. The latex sheathe was a mere ring around the base of Eric's cock. Eric had pumped my fertile womb full of his sperm.

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

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

"Mom, I did not know. I am sorry. I did not know it broke." Eric seemed to be pleading for forgiveness for something that was not his fault. Instantly he changed from my domineering master to my little boy asking to be forgiven.

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

Eric stood by watching me attempt to squeeze his sperm from my vagina.

"Eric get me my douche. It is in the cabinet under the towels." I said with a level of panic, as I pointed. Eric retrieved the beige colored folding bag with the long hose and nozzle already attached.

"Baby, fill it with warm water; not too hot, and bring it to me." Eric did as he was instructed. He stood by the tub and held the bag for me as I washed my pussy repeatedly trying to rinse away all of my son's sperm from my womb.

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

After doing everything and anything I could think of to wash the sperm from my uterus, we dressed and sat quietly, not speaking much the rest of the night. 

I cried most of the night, not sleeping much at all as I worried that my sin, and stupidity , could result in me being pregnant with my son's child. I prayed. Tomorrow morning, I would go to the medical clinic on the local based and evaluate my options.

My Catholic upbringing would not allow me to terminate a pregnancy no matter what the circumstances. Oh, God, please do not let me be pregnant with Eric's baby. Please...

Chapter 5 - what's next? 

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

I got dressed, and went to the pharmacy on the nearby base. As a widow of a soldier killed in action, I still had access to military medical care. I arrived a few minutes before 8 a.m., as the pharmacist was unlocking the front door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded indicating that I understood, and went over to the aisle where the condoms were stored and selected 3 dozen boxes of the Trojan Magnums; the exact label and type that my deceased husband had left in his dresser drawer and the type that Eric had been using on me this past weekend.

The pharmacist looked surprised at this particular purchase. I tried to discern if it was the fact that I was buying three dozen condoms that surprised her. Was she shocked at my need for 36 prophylactics?

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

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

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

I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as she referred to the large size of Eric's penis with praise, admiration and envy. I thought to myself how different her reaction would be if she knew that this very large penis belonged to my 18 year old son! Would she still be saying 'good for you honey'? or would she be saying 'you sick, sick woman; you should be in prison'? I suspected it would be the latter.

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

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

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

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

Eric was gone to school when I finally returned, mid-morning. I placed the condoms in my nightstand drawer. And read the instructions on the birth control pills. I had several hours to kill until I faced Eric again. 

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

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

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

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

We talked for a long time. I apologized repeatedly for my inappropriate behavior while trying to put it in perspective. I tried to explain to Eric, while trying to convince myself, that I was lonely and grief stricken, and turned to the wrong person for emotional and physical comfort.

"Mom, I know you are feeling bad about what happened, but it was not wrong. I needed you every bit as much as you needed me. I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I needed you to need me the way you did. It was beautiful."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Eric, we should stop now." I said, unsure of the meaning of my own words as I raised my arms to allow him to pull my top off, over my head. I stood there in front of my son, wearing a lacy bra that did little to cover the erect nipples of my 34 B-cup breasts.

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

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

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

I looked around and saw that the curtains and blinds were open. Anyone walking up the driveway could glance through the window and see Eric undressing his mother. "Eric the curtains are open. Someone might see us."

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

With his other hand, he guided my hand to his erect penis which was straining to burst through his pants. I felt his boner through the fabric of his jeans, and could not help but moan slightly at the firmness and girth of his erection. "Eric, please, if someone were to see us, I would go to jail. They would send me to prison for what we are doing."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Remove your panties for me, mom" Eric instructed casually.

I nodded my head, and lowered my panties, stepping out of them. "Please hand them to me." Eric instructed. I handed the panties to my son as he requested. Eric looked inside them and smiled. "Your panties are quite wet, Mom."

I nodded, the mild domination and humiliation was striking an erotic cord deep in my psyche'. "Is your vagina leaking because you are turned on?" Eric asked rhetorically.

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

"That's very good." Eric leaned back in the chair slightly, and said, "would you remove my pants for me, Mom? They are feel very tight."

I looked at the huge tent in the front of my son's pants and said, "They look very tight, and uncomfortable. It looks like you are going to rip right through them." 

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

Once released, his large penis sprung free and made a slapping sound as it flopped against his abdomen. 

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

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

The thick veins and the pronounced urethra running up the underside of his cock looked as thought they had been chiseled out of marble his penis was so very rigid. He looked to be a little over 8 inches in length and at least 2 inches thick. It was hard to imagine that huge penis would fit inside my tiny little vagina. 

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

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




Janet's Unthinkable Sin Ch. 05



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

"yes...very much...please suck my cock..." Eric's arousal was apparent in his measured and panting voice as he arched his hips up to encourage me to suck on him.

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

I removed his cock from my mouth to study it again

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

Eric only groaned his approval. I leaned forward, placing the tip of my tongue inside the opening at the tip, trying to drive my tongue as far into his urethra as I could. Eric shuttered as my tongue explored this tiny, very tight little opening. I could taste the distinct flavor of the pre-ejaculation seepage from his rigid cock. I could smell the faint scent of his semen as well.

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

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

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

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

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

As I struggled to swallow the viscous mixture which contained my son's seed, I reflected once again that very few mother's ever experience this intimacy with their sons. Very few mothers know first hand what their son's semen tastes like. Very few mothers experience struggling to swallow the large ropes of their son's cum as it spurts into their wanton little mouths. I always treasured this first swallow of Eric's nectar as he first erupted into my mouth. The memory of its salty bitter flavor arouses me to this very day. (I am getting highly aroused as I write this and recall this wonderful memory!)

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

The volume of Eric's ejaculate was beginning to overwhelm me. I realized that Eric produced a much larger volume of semen than any other man I have ever been with had. I had not completely swallowed the second viscous string of semen when I felt his erection pulse once again, a third time, adding even more sperm to my mouth.

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

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

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

"Mom, I can stay rock hard for you as long as you want." Eric said with confident pride. I looked at his rigid cock and knew my baby could do just that.

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

I stood up and climbed on top of Eric as he leaned back in the chair. I straddled his torso and positioned my wet and dilated pussy over my son's large, thick, rigid erection. "Can I put this in my vagina, baby? Would that be OK?"

It still strikes me as peculiar that although I just made my son's cock cum in my mouth and swallowed his semen, and I was preparing to fuck him, I was reluctant to use anything other than medical terms to describe my parts. I do not understand my own reluctance to use the word 'pussy' to describe my vagina; but I had a real reluctance to speak to my son that way. I was still his mother, you know. 

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

Straddling my son's torso, I raised and lowered myself pushing more of his intruding erection deeper inside me with each penetration.

I was forcing myself down on his rigid pole, and as I did, I could not help by groan in response to the combination of pain and pleasure of gradually impaling myself on this slightly too large rod that was being forced deep into my core.

It took me five or six tries before I could take all of Eric meaty penis inside me. By the time I had accommodated the entire rod I was responding to the deep penetration. I knew I was going to be able to reach a climax with my son.

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

"Oh baby, you are going to make me cum...your are going to make your mommy cum on your erect penis again..." I was moaning as I felt the climax get nearer and nearer.

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

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

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

Each sudden, powerful plunge of Eric's rock hard cock into my open, wet vagina impaled my womb with the head of his cock, and sent another wave of pleasure crashing through me. I was bouncing up and down, babbling an incoherent wave of moans, pleas and obscenities as I had one long continuous orgasm.

"Oh...I am cumming baby...oh shit, I can't take it...oh...fuck me...harder...Oh I need to stop..." I was babbling complete nonsense as wave upon wave of orgasm overtook me. "Baby, can you cum with me? Can you cum inside me?"

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

"Oh cum for me baby." I hissed. "Pump your mommy full..." I wanted his sperm inside me.

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

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

After several minutes of his cock unloading in me, Eric started walking towards the bedroom, carrying me, my legs around his torso, with me still impaled on his cock. I glanced over his shoulder as we quickly walked through the hall to my bed and noticed that the living room curtains were open, and anyone standing directly in front of the house could look in and see my son and me coupled together. For a brief moment I was horror stricken, but no one appeared to be on the street at the moment. I knew I needed to be far more careful in the future. We needed to keep the curtains drawn tightly. 

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

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

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

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

"Can you get there again, baby? I want you to cum in me again if you can." I encouraged.

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

I awoke about an hour later to find Eric probing my vagina with his fingers. It was oozing with my son's sperm leaking from it. "God mom, you are still so wet!" Eric said in amazement. 

I chuckled and said, "Baby, that is from you. That is your semen you left inside me. That is all those tiny little spermies leaking out of your mommy." As I spoke, I could feel Eric's penis stir and start to pulse against my thigh. 

"Baby, are you getting hard again? Do you like thinking about your semen leaking our of your mommies vagina?" I teased. His penis throbbed against me again. I smile and said, "I think you do. I think knowing that your mommy's vagina is flooded with your sperm arouses you; doesn't it?"

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

"Do you want to enter me again? Are you going to add some more to my supply of semen you keep storing inside of me?" 

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

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

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

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

Eric also sensed that I responded to mild dominance and slight humiliation; and he played that card perfectly. He would have me expose myself to him and tell him how my body responded to his touch and stimulation. He enjoyed being able to control me this way. He loved being able to evoke the sexual response that he could from his mommy. 

Eric would date, marry and have a family. I would not be jealous. On the contrary, I would be thrilled and pleased for him. I would make sure that his relationship with me did not interfere with Eric pursuing all the normal and wonderful things a teenager should experience. 

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

And I hope and pray that this does not haunt or harm Eric in any way. he assures me it will not, but I do still harbor those fears. 

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

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