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Kimberly's Sin

By: cindyexposed



Introduction - setting the context:

My name is Kimberly. I am 39 years old, attractive and well educated. In most ways, I am quite conservative, both in values and politics. Prior to this summer, I would have considered myself somewhat prudish. I was certainly not liberated sexually. No one who knows me would have predicted that I could succumb to the temptation that I did. 

At 39 years old, I truly do look considerably younger than my age. I have essentially the same figure I had while in college, twenty years ago. I am 5 foot 6 inches tall, and weigh 117 pounds. My breasts are small, 34B cup, but still firm and perky with prominent nipples. I have blond hair, and large green eyes. Objectively speaking, I am still a very attractive woman. I have been told on more than one occasion that I resemble Meg Ryan. 

My ex-husband and I divorced over 4 years ago after a somewhat rocky 16 year marriage. He wanted the divorce more than I did, although I realize we did not belong together. We were different people, and wanted different things from life. Nonetheless, I did miss him. 

Yes, I admit it, I was lonely and horny most of the time. Yet, for some strange reason, I choose not to date. I did not get asked out very often. Although I am an attractive woman, I seem to be sending out signals that I am not available or interested. I guess I have never fully gotten past my divorce. That is my misfortune. 

Prior to my divorce, Ben's father was the only man with whom I had intercourse. Since the divorce, I rarely dated, and did not have an active social life. My sex life consisted of somewhat feeble attempts at masturbation, which were only marginally successful. Prior to my son, Ben, returning home this summer, I had only slept with three men since my divorce (over a four year period), and did not achieve orgasm with any of them. I never invited any of these men to my bed for a second time. 

That is correct, in a four plus year period, I have had intercourse only three times, and none of these times was enjoyable enough for me to give the man a second chance. Mine was a sad and lonely existence. 

Certainly my loneliness, and my need for some level of intimacy, contributed to the very poor decisions I made during the summer of 2013. However, I am not making excuses. I am merely stating that had I not been so lonely, and had I not been thrown into a very unforeseen and unique situation with my only son, I never would have succumbed to the temptations as I did. 

But despite my loneliness, I never would have imagined, or predicted, that I could engage in the deviant and perverse actions that I am going to share with you. I did not plan on these events. If I could go back and 'un-do' them, I would. I am truly embarrassed and ashamed that I allowed these things to happen.

I do not expect you to understand my level of guilt, or to absolve me of my sins. However, I think you should know that I write this story as much for me as for you. I hope that by writing this, I will gain some level of insight into myself, and gain some understanding about what happened this past summer, and why. And perhaps with that understanding, I can begin to forgive myself, and start the healing process. 

I hope you (the reader) do not think that I am a pariah. I really am not. I really am a good and decent person who loves her son, and wants only the best for him. But I understand how you might see me in that light; I understand how you may view me as a monster of sorts. In fact, if I were reading about someone else committing the sins I have committed, I would view them as a monster myself. So I guess I deserve your scorn and disdain. 

I ask that you try to withhold judgment until you have read my story and have tried to understand how a good person can make horrific mistakes. 

Summer, 2013

It was June, 2013 when my only son, Ben, returned from college for summer break. He was 18 and had just completed his freshman year in petroleum engineering at LSU in Baton Rouge.

As I said, Ben's father and I had divorced several years earlier. So, since Ben left for his freshman year at college, I have lived alone. I missed Ben terribly while he was away. 

My son was the center of my universe. Ben had lined up a summer job working offshore for a drilling contractor, and he would be working a 'rotating' schedule, meaning he would be offshore for seven straight days and then be off for seven straight days. It also meant he would be home with me for seven straight days every other week. 

He was due to start his first hitch offshore about a week after he got home. He would have a week of relaxing around the house before having to start work. The first week before Ben started working offshore, would soon prove to be an eventful week. This first week home would have a profound impact on Ben's and my lives. It is a week I will never forget. It will haunt me to my grave. 

So here my story, and my saga being...

Witnessing my son masturbating:

Late one evening during the first week Ben was home, I awoke around 1:00 a.m. I was thirsty. So I decided to go down stairs for a drink of water or juice. I typically slept in my panties and a t-shirt. Tonight was no exception. 

As I descended the steps, I could see the glow from the computer screen in the corner of the den down stairs. The soft green glow illuminated the room, indicating that Ben was still awake. 

I looked into the den through the closed glass doors. I could see that Ben had only his boxers on and was wearing headphones. He was sitting at the computer desk with his back towards me as I glanced in on him.

I was surprised to see him gently stroking his erect penis while he watched pornographic video clips on the computer. I say 'gently stroking' because he seemed to be slowly teasing himself rather than furiously pumping his erection. I had never actually witnessed a man masturbating before that moment. It intrigued me. 

I should have quietly turned and retreated upstairs and left him alone to masturbate in private; however, I was completely mesmerized by the sight of my son masturbating. I froze in my tracks. I could see Ben's chest was bare; he was wearing only his boxers. His erection was standing straight up through the slit in the front of his underwear.

I moved slightly so that I was standing off to the edge of the closed glass door leading into the den. From this vantage point I was able to catch a partial 'side view' of Ben as he slowly stroked his erection with his right hand.

Even from my partially obstructed view, I could see that Ben had an impressive penis. I found myself getting aroused at this sight, and without thinking, I reached down and touched myself while standing in the shadows in the hallway, watching my son pump his fist. Initially, I touched myself through the cotton material of my panties. I was surprised to feel the wetness seeping out of me, making the gusset of my panties very damp. 

'Touching myself' was almost an involuntary reaction on my part rather than a conscious decision to join Ben in this endeavor of his. I just touched myself without thinking about it. I stopped just long enough to slide my fingers inside the waist band of my panties, allowing my fingers to contact my erect clitoris directly, skin-to-skin. 

I do not know exactly how long I stood there in the dark, squatting slightly and silently stimulating myself to the unexpected sight of Ben's masturbation session, but I assume it was several minutes. I do not know what made him do so, perhaps he saw my movement reflected on the computer screen or perhaps a shadow moving caught his eye, but suddenly and without any warning Ben turned around and saw me standing in the darkened hallway with my night shirt hiked up around my waist and my hand in my panties stoking myself.

"What the hell?" he exclaimed as he quickly pulled the headphones from his ears.

I quickly withdrew my hand, tried to straighten my night shirt, and explained that I was only coming down for a drink. I apologized for disturbing him as I quickly scurried into the kitchen. 

As I fled to the kitchen, I could feel a flush burning into my cheeks and neck as my embarrassment at being caught in my voyeuristic activities caused me to turn a bright crimson. My pulse was racing as I quickly thought what to do next.

Rather than being embarrassed about being caught masturbating, my son wanted to confront me about my behavior and my actions. Ben was not the least bit reticent about what I had witnessed him doing. 

He got up and followed me into the kitchen, with his chest bare, wearing only his boxers shorts. He was still sporting an enormous boner. I struggled not to look at the huge tent in his underpants, but the huge erection seemed to command me to look at it repeatedly.

"What were you doing back there in the hallway?" he asked, with an authoritative tone that was out of place for this particular situation.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. I was just coming down for a drink. I am sorry I disturbed you." I repeated. There was a noticeable nervousness in my voice. I was obviously embarrassed and uneasy. Ben seemed to enjoy my humiliation and discomfort. 

My son was assertive in confronting me. On the other hand, I was simply trying to retreat from this embarrassing, no actually humiliating, encounter. 

I know it sound absurd that the child was questioning the parent about masturbation in an inappropriate place, but I swear, that is what happened. I did not know how to react or what to say. Somehow, he seemed to have the upper hand. 

Ben stood there in the doorway, essentially blocking my path to exit the kitchen. He was clearly unconcerned with concealing the very obvious the pole was that was making a huge tent in the front of his boxers. With a huge grin he said simply, "It didn't look to me like you were 'doing nothing' back there." 

I was mortified. I blushed even deeper. And the smirk on his face clearly showed that he relished my embarrassment, which served to embarrass me further. 

Finally, after an awkward moment of silence, I pushed past him and headed upstairs saying simply, "Well I was just coming down stairs for a drink. There is nothing more to it." 

And tried hard to maintain eye contact as I pushed past him. I tried not to stare at my son's erection pointing straight up at me; but I know Ben caught my quick glances at his erection, and this embarrassed me even more. 

And for some unexplainable reason, my embarrassment seemed to arouse both of us!

I heard him chuckle "OK, if that's your story" as I ascended the stairs to my bedroom. I had not even gotten the drink I originally came down stairs for.

I shut my bedroom door, my heart pounding and my head spinning. I was not exactly sure what just happened, but the entire encounter made me dizzy and confused. 

I did not sleep much that night. I was clearly shaken by this encounter with my son. But I was also aroused. But I did not touch myself further that evening. The thought of masturbating to the memory of my son's large erection was simply out of the question. I was ashamed at my actions and I was shocked at my reaction to the sights I had witnessed.

After tossing and turning for several hours, I finally fell back asleep only to be awakened by my alarm at 5:00 a.m. I showered, dressed and headed to work while Ben slept.

I spend most of the following day at work deeply distracted about the relatively innocent interaction with Ben the night before. I was anxious on several fronts. The embarrassment of the incident notwithstanding, I also had to admit that the mental image of my son's very large, very erect penis was now etched indelibly in my mind's eye. And it was arousing me despite my best intentions. I could not rid my 'mind's eye' of the image of Ben's erection no matter how hard I tried.

Nor could I control my physical reaction to this mental image. I could feel my pulse in my erect clitoris all day, and the gusset of my panties was wet all day long. I was an emotional mess. I simply could not control my physical arousal to these inappropriate thoughts and images dancing in my head. 

Maybe it was simply the fact that I had been basically 'starved for sex' since my divorce. But my unnatural and inappropriate reaction to my 18 year old son's erection was very troubling to me. Very troubling indeed. In fact, even as I write this, my reaction is very troubling still. I am actually growing aroused just recalling these events. 

Further, I was troubled by the fact that Ben's assertive, confident, even cocky manner last night both embarrassed and excited me. I was troubled and confused by the fact that my son's enjoyment of my humiliation, coupled with the confident manner in which he confronted me, aroused me. I did not like it, I did not understand it, but I could not deny my reaction to it. 

I arrive home

I arrived home at the usual time and made dinner. We sat together at the table, silently at first. 

As I usually do, I had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner to help me unwind a bit. I offered a glass of wine to Ben, and he accepted. I reasoned that he was 18, a college student who was not unfamiliar with alcohol at school. It seemed to be a harmless gesture to recognize the fact that he was now in many ways an adult. Ben and I each shared three glasses of merlot as we ate. 

Over dinner, Ben broached the subject once again. I had planned to simply ignore the events of the previous night, but I quickly realized that I was going to have to address what happened.

Ben started the conversation abruptly, "Mom, I think we should talk about last night."

Perhaps he was emboldened by the third glass of wine? I was nervous and uncomfortable. 

"OK, you start." I said buying time until I could get my thoughts together. I wanted to let him speak first so I could construct my response to whatever issue he raised. 

"Do you know what I was doing when you came down the steps?"

OK, I thought, 'let's take a clinical approach to this situation'. 

So I cautiously responded "I assume you were masturbating."

"Yes, I was. Are your OK with me doing that in your house?"

I was relieved that he wanted to discuss his actions rather than mine. "Of course I am. That is a normal, healthy activity for someone your age. There is nothing wrong with that, nothing to be ashamed of. I apologize for interrupting you."

Ben nodded indicating he heard and accepted what I had said. After about 30 seconds of silence, he asked, "Do you do it? Do you masturbate?" 

Oh my, I thought; this has taken a nasty turn. Surely he could see me last night.

I could feel my voice quiver nervously as I answered, "Yes, I have been known to masturbate on occasion."

"How often do you masturbate, mom?" Ben probed.

"Ben, I am not comfortable discussing this with you. This is a personal matter, not something I should be discussing with my son." I could feel my face flush with embarrassment. 

"Mom, you are trying to tell me that masturbation is normal, healthy and there is nothing wrong with it. Yet you don't want to talk to me about a normal, healthy activity that you admit you do. So which is it?"

I was amazed at how very comfortable my son was addressing this very intimate subject. Unlike my son, I was certainly a long way from 'comfortable' with this subject. I struggled with how to respond.

Finally I said, "OK, you are right. It is a little embarrassing, but there is nothing wrong with it, and it is normal." I took a deep breath. Then I took a long sip of my glass of merlot. "Yes, I masturbate, or try to, several times a week. If I am successful, it helps me sleep."

"Try to? If you are successful?" Ben questioned.

"Yes, try to. Here is a little known fact about your mother. It is often difficult for me to reach a climax. So I often try, but do not fully succeed."

"Why do you think you have trouble cumming?"

"Whoa, your not even going to use the clinically correct terms, are you? You are going directly for the street slang? OK, I guess we'll use terms you are comfortable with." 

I paused to gather my thoughts before continuing, "I guess I have trouble because I am easily distracted, and struggle with the feeling that on some level that sex is wrong. I know that is silly way to feel. I know that sex, in particular, masturbation is normal and healthy. Nonetheless these irrational feelings I have do interfere sometimes."

"How do you do it? Do you insert something or just use your fingers?" he asked in a matter of fact manner that made me very uneasy.

I blushed deeply. I certainly did not want to discuss my vibrator selection with my 18 year old son. "Benjamin! That is not the sort of question you ask your mother!"

"Why not? I am curious how women do it?" He was calm, comfortable, and he seemed to be unaware how inappropriate these questions were.

I sat there for several seconds trying to decide how to respond. I decided that if my son was comfortable asking these questions, I should answer as honestly as I could.

"I usually just touch or rub myself, on the outside. That is, I usually rub my clitoris." I took a deep breath before continuing. "But I have used a device internally when I felt a real need to achieve a climax." 

I paused for a moment thinking about the absurdity of this conversation with my only son. I was keenly aware of the intimacy of this conversation I was having with Ben. "I have never before discussed this with anyone, including your father. No one has ever asked me about this before. This is a very, very strange conversation we are having. Very strange."

Ben smiled at me with genuine amusement. "Mom, thank you for being honest with me and sharing this with me. I really do feel closer to you having discussed this with you. It is a strange conversation, but I like the fact that we can talk about something so personal like this. I like it a lot."

Ben's last comment did make me feel good. I did feel very close to my son at that moment. And I realized that my vagina was starting to lubricate from the discussion. I briefly wondered if Ben was also growing aroused talking about his mother inserting a vibrating dildo inside herself? Since he was sitting at the table, I was unable to sneak a glance at his crotch to determine if my son was also reacting to our discussion in the same manner as his naughty mother was. 

This conversation was definitely affecting me. I tried to purge these thoughts from my mind, and tried to focus on more appropriate topics. 

After a bit more back and forth, I cleared the table and went up stairs to change. I briefly contemplated what to wear. I decided to don the night clothes I would normally wear. I reasoned that it would send the wrong message to Ben if I started acting very differently than normal just because of our dinner conversation about masturbation.

I returned wearing a t-shirt that came down to my mid-thigh. My pale green cotton panties were modestly hidden underneath. I did realize my nipples were on 'high alert' and were prominently visible under the cotton material of my t-shirt. I thought about wearing a bra to hide my erect nipples, but decided that would be just silly. These were my night clothes. Ben would just have to deal with the fact that my nipples were erect tonight. After all, he was pretty much responsible for my condition.

Ben was in the den, sitting at the computer, when I returned downstairs to watch TV. I waved to him as I started to walk past the den into the TV room. Ben beckoned me into the den and asked me to sit down and watch a video with him. I looked at the screen and saw an attractive woman lying on her stomach on a massage table with a young muscular masseur starting to rub her naked back. She had a towel covering her bottom, but she was obviously naked underneath.


Kimberly's Sin Ch. 02



In chapter one, I related a truly tragic mistake I made last summer (2013) with my only son. After accidently observing my son masturbating, I was enticed to watch an erotic video with him, that leads to us each touching ourselves. 

Ultimately, because of my intense loneliness, and my need to be touched and loved, I allowed my son to penetrate me with his fingers and take my erect and rigid clitoris in his mouth. 

My son had just forced the most intense, powerful and longest orgasm of my life on me; driving me to a shattering climax with half with half his fist inside me and his lips and tongue on his mommy's rigid clitoris. 

I could not believe I had allowed this to happen. The reality of my actions suddenly hit me, unexpectedly. The combination of my long overdue sexual release coupled with the enormity of my sin came over me in a wave of panic and guilt. I had an emotional breakdown.

"Oh, baby, I am so, so very sorry," I sobbed as tears began to flow uncontrollably. "I never meant for anything like this to happen. I promise, it will never happen again." I was crying hysterically now.

Ben pulled me close, hugging me deeply, attempting to comfort me and calm my crying. "Mom, it was a beautiful, beautiful thing. There is nothing to be sorry about. I love you, and I want to make love to you. This is what I have wanted for a long, long time."

I knew it was not a beautiful thing; I was well aware that I had committed a grave sin. 

"Oh Ben, it was terribly, terribly wrong of me to let this happen. Baby you are my son. I should never have let this get this far; I should never have even let this get started. I should never have let my weakness allow me to use you this way. I promise, baby, it won't happen again."

Ben's fingers lifted my chin to look into his eyes. "Mom, I want it to happen again, and again. I need you and want you." He paused for a second, took my hand and placed it on his erect penis and said, "Mom, I need to cum again now. I need it bad. I need your help."

I slowly withdrew my hand from his erection, I was wearing only a t-shirt now, Ben had removed and discarded my panties on the floor in front of us moments earlier. 

I was suddenly aware of how exposed I was, and I felt ashamed...ashamed that my wet and dilated vagina was in view and was still leaking from my arousal and climax of moments earlier. I pulled the bottom hem of my t-shirt down, attempting to cover my dilated vagina while I tried to process what to do now. 

Ben again took my hand and very slowly placed it on his erect penis. Hesitantly, I opened my fingers and encircled my baby's thickly veined cock; but I did not move my hand; I just held the thick, heavy shaft in my hand and felt it pulse at my touch. 

"Oh Ben, we need to stop. This is so wrong," I said crying as my voice quaked. I could feel his large penis throb again and again in my hand as I tried to dissuade my son. I knew that I should sever this illicit contact before we went any farther. But I did not remove my hand. 

My hand rested on his erection as I tried to think. I tried to clear my head, but could not. My tears were still flowing freely, falling down my cheeks and on to my shirt, but my uncontrollable sobbing had subsided slightly. 

I was torn. It seemed silly to me to refuse to assist my son with his engorged penis issue in the context of what I had just allowed him to do to me; on the other hand I was losing complete control of the situation. Or maybe I never had any control?

I looked at his penis, uncertain of what to do. More confused than I have ever been before, I encircled my fingers around his shaft, amazed again at the thickness of my son's cock, and gently began stroking up and down the entire length. "I shouldn't be doing this Ben. This is wrong." But I could not refuse my boy in this situation, I just couldn't.

He was leaking some trace amount of fluid and this made the head very slippery. After a minute or two of my stroking him up and down, Ben was rocking his hips in time to my strokes, humping up into my fist. 

Ben reached out and placed his hand behind my head, gently nudging me toward his hard, throbbing cock. I understood what he wanted, but hesitated. "Ben, I can't do that."

"Mom, please. It will help. Please." And he continued to gently guide my head towards his rigid pole. After several seconds of indecision, I slowly relented, and leaned forward about an inch from his penis, Ben continuing to guide my head forward. I stared at the large bulbous head for several seconds before I started gently kissing the head. I could smell and taste the trace sperm that was leaking out. The entire shaft throbbed each time my lips kissed the large bulbous head. 

Next, I slowly opened my mouth to allow the head to slip past my lips. He was large, and the texture of the skin was incredibly smooth. I began sucking and moving my mouth up and down, taking only 2 to 3 inches of him into my mouth. I could feel his hips rock upward to meet my movements, trying to push deeper in my mouth. I resisted trying to take him deeper in my throat, preferring to stimulate the head using my lips and tongue. His breathing began to quicken and I knew instinctively that his arousal was increasing and he was approaching his climax.

Normally, with any other man, including his father, I would stop sucking now and complete the job "manually". I did not let men cum in my mouth; never. But this was different, on many levels. And although this was a full grown man, this was still my baby; and the thought of pulling away from his semen seemed far worse that ingesting it. So I continued to stimulate the head of my son's cock with my lips and tongue while pumping the shaft. Having already cum earlier, the volume of his ejaculate was not enormous, but was still a pretty good sized load on my tongue. He came in several spurts, and I did something I never had done before; I swallowed his load. To my surprise, the taste of his semen was not at all offensive; in fact, I found he experience pleasant.

After he finished spurting his ropes of semen in my mouth, I kissed his penis several times before sitting up. My tears had stopped and I tried not to look Ben in the eyes. Again, he reached over, placed his fingers under my chin and raised my gaze to his, and said, "Mom, that was beautiful. I love you so much."

This was all it took to start my tears flowing again, although I avoided the uncontrollable sobbing this time. There was really nothing I could say at that moment.

Ben stood up, placed on arm under my legs, the other under my back, and lifted me up effortlessly. As he carried my across the living room, I caught our image together in the hall mirror. I could see that his cock having softened slightly, was still firm and poked out in front of him. My tee shirt was around my waist leaving my bottom and thighs exposed.

The two individuals in the mirror did not look at all familiar to me. They were a strikingly handsome pair of lovers; not a mother and son. In the mirror was a handsome, muscular young man whose impressive cock swayed in front of him with every step. Not my little boy, not my son. And he was carrying his pretty lover. It did not look like a mother who had just betrayed the trust of her son by submitting to the most unacceptable of carnal desires.

Ben carried me up the stairs, placed me in my bed, and climbed next to me, his naked body cuddling closely. I leaned over, still crying, and placed my head on his chest. Ben's arm draped around my shoulders pulled me close, and his hand gently caressed my breast as I cried myself to sleep on my son.

I awoke, Ben was snoring, and looked at the clock. It was 4:50 a.m. I had not brushed my teeth last night, and still had the slightest taste of Ben's semen in my mouth. I slid out of bed without waking Ben. 

I went downstairs where I made coffee, took a shower and soaked in solitude trying the process the events of last night. At 6:30, I went upstairs, got dressed and left Ben still in deep sleep. After putting on my make up, I left for work. There was little chance I would do anything productive today at work. 

I have never been so confused or distracted in my life; uncertain of how I allowed this all to occur, or what to do to regain some level of control.

(in Chapter 3, Ben pushes hard for more intimacy)



Kimberly's Sin Ch. 03



I returned home around 6 p.m. to find Ben in the downstairs shower. His gym clothes were strewn in front of the bathroom door indicating he had just come from a workout.

My normal routine on any would be to come home, change out of my work clothes and into my night clothes, and then prepare dinner, clean up, etc. As I listened to the shower running in the downstairs bathroom my mind raced with thoughts of what had occurred just last night. I decided that Ben might interpret me changing into me sleeping attire as an invitation for more 'activity between mother and son'. I was certain, that above all else, my son did not need any encouragement from me. I decided to keep my work clothes on. I felt that my work clothes could serve as a barrier of sorts to a repeat of the previous night's mistakes.

I was wearing a blue, sleeveless print dress with a pleated skirt that reached a few inches below my knees. While form fitting, and flattering to my petite figure, the dress was not overly revealing or inappropriate. It was a dress that I was comfortable wearing to work. Since I am on the short side, somewhere between 5 ft 3 inches and 5 ft 4 inches, I sometimes struggle to be taken seriously by my six foot tall male co-workers. In an attempt to 'level the playing field' somewhat, I regularly wear heels. Today I wore dress boots that came up above my calf and had 3" heels. They were not spiked heels, but they did make standing for extended period of time somewhat uncomfortable. The heels also had the effect of making my cute, round little bottom stand out quite nicely under my dress. 

I was at the kitchen sink, cleaning up the previous night's dishes when I heard Ben come out of the bathroom and come into the kitchen. I glanced over my shoulder to see he was wearing only a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

"Hi beautiful" 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 certainly did not want to 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,

"Ben, 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..."

Ben 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."

"Ben, it was wrong. It was illegal. And I should not have let it happen. You are still a child. I should have had better judgment, better self control."

"Mom, you are wrong. It was a beautiful. And I am not a child; I am an adult. I will be 20 in two months. 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. I have for many years."

The last statement sent me searching for a response. "Ben, 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."

I was standing with my back to my son as I spoke, ashamed. I did not turn to face him. I was ashamed of my behavior and I unable to look him in the eye at this moment. But Ben wanted to look into my eyes as he spoke. He took my hand and turned me to face him, and said, "I need to show you something."

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.

My son was a fine specimen of a man. He had a fine physique and a large, impressive penis that hung 5 or 6 inches flaccid between his legs. I tried not to stare at his naked frame. 

"What on earth do you 'need to show me'?" trying to react appropriately, whatever that would mean. But after the mistakes of last night, I questioned if there anything I could do going forward that would be appropriate?

"Watch" he said, and his penis began to grow slowly in front of my very eyes. At first I could not believe what I was seeing, but yes, it was actually happening. Slowly, standing there naked in front of me, my 19 year old son was growing erect, pulse by pulse, throb by throb. I had never seem a man grow hard with no physical contact before. I watched in silent amazement. Ben was not stroking himself hard, he was simply growing erect. 

After about 45 seconds, he was half way erect, poking straight out, about six inches in length. "How are you doing that?" my voice cracked slightly in obvious excitement and amazement.

"I am thinking about you. I am thinking about 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."

I was awe struck. I stared at his penis which was now about three quarters erect, 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. "Ben, we can't..."

He cut me off mid-sentence, "Mom, this is the effect you have on me. If I react this way just thinking about you, this cannot be wrong. My body would not react this way if it was wrong." He reasoned. "Tell me that you do not have the same feelings. Tell me you are not having the same reaction right now."

I did not know what to do or say; I did not want to lie and deny the fact that I was growing aroused too. So I simply repeated myself, "We can't. This is wrong." But I continued to stare at the amazing sight growing longer and more rigid between my son's thighs.

Ben approached me, his penis swinging proudly with each step he took. 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 began to reach up under my dress. I stopped him, held his hands, and asked, "what are you doing?"

"I want to see something. If you do not react to me the way I react to you, I will agree to leave you alone. But I think I have the same effect on you that you do on me." 

I stood there for 30 to 45 seconds, frozen, holding his hands and preventing the assault under my dress. I honestly was trying to garner the strength to resist. I wanted to be a good mother and not succumb again. 

After remain motionless and silent for nearly a minute, holding his hands in place, I relented. 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 to comply.

He slowly ran his hand up under my dress on the outside of my thighs, hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and gently pulled them to the floor. His motions were agonizingly slow. He lowered my panties in a manner which was slow enough that I realized he was teasing me as he removed my underwear. 

As my baby brought them past my ankles, I balanced myself on his shoulders, and I stepped one foot at a time allowing him to remove them fully over my boots. The smooth silky material of my dress felt strange on my bare ass as I stood there motionless. Ben examined my panties for a brief instant; I knew my wetness in the crotch was obvious.

Ben, still kneeling in front of me slowly slid his right hand under my skirt 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 tried to resist. I tried to keep my thighs pressed tightly together. Ben just waited, his fingers gently encouraging me to open my thighs for him. 

I could not resist. I could not keep my legs pressed closed. Despite my emotional anguish, I felt myself start to spread my legs apart ever so slightly, allowing my son's 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, stood there spreading my legs for my son to access my more private parts, much as he did the previous evening. But somehow this was different, my son was instructing me to stand there, as he slowly touched me; it was a demonstration of his unique control over me. It was verification to both my son and to me that I was powerless to resist his seduction.

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 remarked as my son started to slide his fingers inside of me.

"Ben, please, I beg you...we can't do this... I don't want you to 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 verbal words of discouragement.

Standing with my legs apart with boots with 3 inch heels while squatting slightly to open myself up to my son was difficult and I started to topple forward a bit. 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. 

Ben 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, allowing my son's hand inside my dilated pussy, all the while begging him to stop, "Oh, baby, please, don't do this...". 

But I must confess, I did not try to actually stop him. As much as I knew I should, I could not bring myself to attempt to push away or remove his hand. 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 knew an orgasm was building up inside of me. After literally months of sexual abstinence and frustration, I was responding like a wanton whore. 

After a few moments, I pleaded quite unconvincingly, "Ben, please. You're going to make me cum again. Ben, please we cannot do this again." I was rocking my hips in a synchronized motion to the internal massage Ben was giving my vagina, continuing to steady myself by holding on to his massive shoulders, balancing myself on the 3 inch heels of my boots as I squatted deeper and deeper to allow my son full access to my very wet, and very open pussy. I remember wishing that I had the good sense to remove these damn boots when I came home tonight.

I wanted to stop, to pull away, but I simply could not. I was indeed responding to my son's touch and instructions. Ben, 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, Ben suddenly, without warning, withdrew his fingers from my pussy, and stood up. I let out a disappointed moan. I had been so very close to climaxing. I continued to gently rock my hips for several seconds in sexual frustration. 

Even with my high heels, Ben still towered over me; and his erection waved a few inches under my chin. I could not deny the attraction I felt at that moment for this incredibly attractive young man...who happened to also be my son.

He reached out, and 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. The skirt of my dress was pushed up around my waist, out of his way and not interfering with his access to the bottom half of my body. I glanced down to see that Ben had another unobstructed view of my gaping pussy as he held me in this position straddling him.

As he held me, he kissed me deeply and passionately, exploring my mouth with his tongue. "I love you so much, mom."

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.

Our tongues chased each other from mouth to mouth, playing tag with each other. It was sexy, passionate and very intimate. It was beautiful and arousing to be held and kissed like that. 

Slowly, Ben 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. Ben moved me over slightly and I now felt his penis was pulsing against the outer folds of my vagina, searching for a home.

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".

"No! Ben, 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 the outer lips of my vulva.

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

Ben 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. I want to feel myself inside you." 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 pulled up again. "No baby. Not like this. Please, not like this...at least let me put in my diaphragm." I was almost crying now. The panic and fear were evident in my every word.

Ben arched up again. This time he entered me an inch or so. I screeched, "Baby, no, please, I am begging you...please...please don't take me without my permission...please don't fuck me without protection. Ben, I beg you son, please let me insert my diaphragm." Tears were starting to stream down my face. 

With the head of his penis at the very opening of my vagina, actually just inside me a bit, Ben paused for a few seconds that seemed an eternity as I hovered over his erection. 

Ben then asked, "You have a diaphragm? OK where is it?" 

The constant pulsing of the head of his cock barely inside me was distinct. I wondered if he was leaking any seminal fluid in me while we were debating this issue.

"In my night stand...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 nor 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. 

With a cocky and confident sneer, he said, "I guess I do not need my brother and son to be the same person".

Thank God he had the good sense to allow us this protection. I wiped the tears from my eyes with a level of relief I cannot describe. 

I realized that by agreeing to insert my diaphragm, there was no turning back now. I was going to allow my baby boy to fuck his mommy. I was now fully complicit. But fucking Ben voluntarily without risk of pregnancy seemed a far better choice than being taken by him bareback with the risk of pregnancy.

I went upstairs with Ben in fast pursuit. At the top stair he grabbed me, turned me around with him standing one step below me and kissed me deeply again. His penis pressing and throbbing against my lower abdomen. 

Our tongues danced together, again, chasing each other from my mouth to his, and back again. As we kissed, he reached behind me and unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor around my ankles. I stepped out and kicked it behind me, without breaking our passionate kiss. I stood there, wearing only a bra and boots, my panties having been discarded in the kitchen, and my dress on the landing at the top of the stairs. He reached behind me to unclasp my bra.

I was now naked except for my boots. 

My son then released me to retrieve my diaphragm. Before taking the diaphragm from the night stand, I stopped and sat on the bed and started to remove my boots. Ben stopped me, "Mom, you look so very sexy with the boots on, please don't take them off." 

I smiled to myself, and thought 'why not?'. Looking at Ben as coyly as I could, I said. "OK, baby, if that's how you want me, I will leave them on for you."

I got up and caught my image in the mirror. I was taken by a very sexy looking woman, naked except for her high heel boots, the only vestige of modesty being the thin, very blond, almost transparent wisps of fine pubic hair covering her pussy. Yes, even I had to admit I was a sexy sight indeed. 

I went to my night stand and retrieve my diaphragm; which I filled to the brim with spermicidal jelly before squatting down to insert it in place. Ben was mesmerized by my preparations. I assume he had never seen a woman insert one before.

I then lay back on my bed as Ben 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 wetness and the spermicidal jelly 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 am not used to anyone your size." 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.

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 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.




Kimberly's Sin Ch. 03



My moans go louder and my breathing quickened. I knew I was going to cum, something I seldom did during intercourse, or any other time for that matter. "Baby, you are going to make your mommy cum again tonight...baby fuck me ...harder baby...faster..."

With my feet high over his shoulders, Ben gave me everything he had, which was all I could take, with every pounding thrust. I spread myself as wide as I could, taking all of him. I came, and I came. My orgasm, my upward movements to meet each of his thrusts, and my incoherent moans pushed Ben over the edge as well. He buried himself deep in my womb and my baby released his seed inside me. I lay there panting, relishing the after flow of my orgasm, as I felt Ben's large penis pulsing deep in me as he spurted time and time again.

Now some women claim they can feel the semen itself hitting their vagina walls; I could not. But Ben's constant pushing as deep as he could and the definite throbbing of his cock inside me left me no doubt that he was filling me with ropes and ropes of his cum. I lay there, my feet and my ass high in the air accepting every bit of my son's warm seed. We had crossed the final barrier, or so I thought. Neither of us said anything as we remained coupled together, panting, trying to recover our composure and breath.

"Ben, would you take my boots off for me? They are a bit uncomfortable."

He smiled and took hold of one leg, unzipped the boot and slowly pulled it from my leg, all the while we remained coupled with Ben deep inside of me. I felt his cock actually throb and thicken as he performed this task. He then repeated the exercise on my other leg, tossing the boots on the floor. 

I do not know why, but to me, this act was one of the sexiest moments I have ever experienced in my life. It is hard to explain, I am not sure I fully understand it myself. But having my son removing my boots, one at a time, while we laid 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 into me, is an intimacy, a closeness, and a 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 as he removed my boots after giving me one of the greatest orgasms of my life! I loved the feeling of Ben's large cock draining the last of his semen into my womb. 

Ben 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 exited me. My vagina felt like it was 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 hold on to. Ben rolled on his back next to me, and then pulled me close, and we cuddled silently, my head resting on his chest, listening to his heart racing until I fell asleep.

I was awakened several hours later with Ben fondling my pussy. Having awakened with an erection, Ben was looking for a place to put it. As he inserted a finger into my pussy he said with amazement, "My God you are still wet Mom".

"Baby, that's you. That's your semen you left in me earlier." I explained. He seemed to like that thought and climbed on top of me, gliding into me easily this time, his path still well lubricated from his previous visit. This time, there was less passion and it was slower and more gentle. Although I did not climax this second time, this gentle love making was just as enjoyable, as I took my son's ejaculation deep inside me for the second time in one evening, knowing my diaphragm was still secure.

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.

chapter 4: the next morning, as I get ready for work, Ben greets me ready to go again.



Kimberly's Sin Ch. 04



Chapter Four: It happens again, the next morning

I arose early, slipped out of bed without waking Ben and silently went into the bathroom to shower. I stood there naked, staring into the mirror and assessed my 39 year old body. Objectively speaking, I am in excellent shape. My breasts are firm and perky, my waist is flat and small, and my hips and buttocks were in excellent proportion to the rest of me. Most people would believe I was not yet 30.

I reached down between my leg, squatting slightly and reached in to retrieve my diaphragm. As I pulled it free, with it came a flood of semen mixed with my juice in large globs, spilling from my still dilated vagina and running down my thighs, a few drops of it spilling on to the floor between my ankles.

I tossed the diaphragm into the sink. Up to that point, the events of the night before still seemed surreal and dreamlike; but here was irrefutable evidence dripping from me that yes, I had, in fact, allowed my son to enter me, and spill his seed deep in me.....twice.

Rather repulsed by the gooey mess running down my thighs, I was intrigued by it, and somewhat amazed, at the sheer volume of his ejaculate. My young man had certainly pumped a full load inside me. It had been a long time since I any man had ejaculated inside me, but the volume of sperm my baby boy pumped into me seemed to be a much greater residual volume than I could ever remember before.

I reached down and scooped up two of the larger globs from my inner thigh on my finger tips, and I brought the spent semen up to my face to study it further. I held the semen under my nostrils, gently inhaling the scent; it was not at all unpleasant; on the contrary I enjoyed breathing in the aroma. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed my son's most intimate fragrance.

I was reliving the experience through my sense of smell; realizing that very few mothers ever got to enjoy the scent of their son's semen. I guess that's how it should be; nonetheless, I was enjoying inhaling Ben's scent for an extended moment. I brought myself back to reality and stepped into the shower to wash away all the evidence of my crime; the physical evidence at least.

After washing and drying, I put on my make up, dressed and prepared to meet the day. I was early, it was not yet 5:45 a.m. and I had an hour before I needed to leave. So I sat at the kitchen table sipping my coffee, trying to make sense of the massive changes in my life and the events that caused them. I could not make sense out of any of this. I alternated between gut wrenching guilt, a debilitating sense of anxiety and a level of excitement that I could not recall previously experiencing.

I heard Ben moving about. I looked up and saw him bounding down the stairs completely naked, his flaccid penis bobbing wildly in front of him. As he entered the kitchen he stopped and looked at me grinning.

"Well Willy, lookie who is here.....it's Miss Kimmie." He said referring to me by my first name in a show of familiarity that indicated a comfort with our current situation that I had difficulty comprehending.

"Willy?" I questioned.

"Miss Kimmie, or should I say 'Mom'?, let me introduce you to my good friend 'Willy'" as he motioned to his penis. "I actually think you two have already met." he said coyly. "In fact, if I remember correctly, you two have become very close friends."

My god, he was a confident and cocky bastard, I thought. He was his father's son, no question about it. Almost on cue, Ben's penis seemed to pulse upward as though it was trying to look up at me during our 'introduction'. As I watched, his penis pulsed and throbbed several times, each time growing slightly longer, thicker and stiffer.

When it was sticking straight out from his tight abdomen, about half erect, I said, "That is amazing. Is this going to happen every time you enter a room where I am?" Its growth trick was no where near complete yet.

"I think so mom." Ben said confidently, pausing before continuing, I was more than a little distracted as I watched 'Willy' continued grow erect before my very eyes.

"Willy is a lot like Pavlov's dog. He starts salivating when he hears the bell ring. He is merely reacting to being in the presence of the most beautiful and sensual woman on the planet."

"Oh my God," was all I could utter "you are a most amazing young man. Never have I seen anything like this, nor known anyone like you. Your length, girth and ability to respond are like nothing I have ever seen before." I was genuinely astonished. "I have never seen a man grow erect without physical contact and didn't know this was possible." And had I not witnessed it myself, I still would not believe it happened.

I couldn't help but feel some level of pride in my son's physical and sexual prowess. He was a remarkable specimen. At 6 foot, 2 inches, with broad shoulder and chest, he had the physique that looked like he just stepped out of Greek mythology. And his penis was the most impressive male tool that I had ever seen. But perhaps his most impressive feature was the way his penis did, in fact, respond to my mere presence. Ben's response to me was incredibly flattering. I had never felt so desirable in my life. If this had been the neighbor's 19 year old son, I would have no conflict at all; however it wasn't, it was my son.

"What are you going to do with that thing now that you have him fully awake?"

"It is an offering to my goddess. It is an offering to you." He stood there proudly displaying himself.

"Ben, I have to go to work; I cannot stay and play."

"Mommy, you can't leave me like this all day. Look at me. Look at our fiend Willy. We need your immediate assistance, Miss Kimmie. Please? We are both crazy about you. Please, mommy." He looked at me with the biggest puppy dog eyes while sporting the biggest boner I had ever seen; the irony was obvious.

I sat staring for several seconds, contemplating my options here. How did my world change so dramatically and so quickly? How did I become responsible for Ben's frequent boners and responsible for initiating his orgasms?

Finally, shaking my head in disbelief, I said simply, "Come here."

He walked towards me, his erection swung side-to-side with each step he took. My god, he was a magnificent specimen, he was an Adonis, he was my Adonis. He stood in front of me, and I reached up and took his rigid tool in my fist, stroking him slightly. "Before I assist you and 'Willy', tell me, have you been a good boy?"

"Oh, I have been a very good boy, mommy" he answered in a feigned little boy voice.

"Yeah, what have you done that is so good? What have you done to earn my assistance that you claim to need so badly?"

He thought for a moment before answering, continuing to rock his hips to encourage my strokes. "Well, I gave my mommy an orgasm last night."

"I am not sure that qualifies as 'being good', young man. It seems to me that you have been pretty bad lately. In fact, if I remember correctly, you tried to fuck your mommy bareback, even though you knew she was not on the pill."

"But I didn't, did I? I was a good boy, wasn't I?"

"Well, you sure did try to fuck your mommy bareback; you tried real hard, didn't you?"

He got serious for a second, "Mom, you have no idea how badly I wanted to enter you last night, here in the kitchen. You have no idea how hard that was."

"Son, I am well aware how 'hard it was', your erection was pressing into my pussy as I convinced you to stop. In fact, you 'poked your head in a bit' before you stopped. You were past the front door when I got you to slow down and reconsider. I just hope you didn't leak any of your little "spermies" into me. You could be one little 'plumbing leak' from having a brother and son in once fell swoop." I continued to stroke him, and he continued to rock his hips as we talked.

"Mom, I know. I know I was already in a bit. It was all I could do to keep from plunging into you. It was really tough for me to pull back and wait."

"I know, Ben. But you must never do that." He nodded in agreement as he humped my fist. "Repeat after me 'I will not try to fuck my mommy bareback any more.' Go ahead, let me hear you say it."

I stopped stroking his erection for a second and waited. Ben said "I will not try to fuck my mommy bareback any more until she is on the pill, which she needs to take care of right away. I promise."

"One more time..."

"I will not try to fuck my mommy bareback any more until she is on the pill. I will not pump my mom's pussy full of my potent cum....". He just could not keep from 'cracking wise' with me, even on this subject.

The fact that he was obviously very proud of his virility and the "potency of his semen" was not lost on me. I wondered if, on some level, he did want to impregnate me? I put that thought out of my mind momentarily, but made a mental note to get on the pill quickly as a preventative measure.

"Good boy." I brought his erection to my lips, kissed it several times. I gently forced the tip of my tongue into the opening slit. His moan as I tongued his slit told me he liked that, he like it a lot.

I took him into my mouth and slowly sucked on him as I pumped his cock with my tiny fist. After about 5 minutes, I brought him to a slow torrid orgasm. As he came, I continued to suck and swallow; I certainly did not need my son's cum spots on my business suit. Beside, I had very recently learned that I found the smell and taste of my son's semen enjoyable. Who ever would have guessed? Surely not me. 

When I thought he was done ejaculating, I took him out of my mouth, but another small translucent white drop appeared on the tip of his head, I leaned forward and licked it off, realizing that I truly enjoyed the smell and taste of Ben's semen. Swallowing him seemed the most natural thing in the world now.

"Thank you. I needed that."

"I know you did, baby. Go get dressed, I have to go."

Moments later, as I walked out the door, I heard him say, "Mom, I love you so much." And I knew he really did.

(Chapter 5: Ben & I have some serious talks....)



Kimberly's Sin Ch. 05



Chapter Five: what's next?

at the office....

I arrived at work, still aware the very faint taste of Ben's semen; and uncertain what I should do, or what I could do with this emotionally and morally complicated mess I found myself in. But my first step was to go to the ladies room to brush my teeth. I was terrified at the prospect that somehow my son's faint scent might be detectable on my breath. I was paranoid that someone would somehow instinctively know the horrific act I was committing. 

Part of me kept questioning whether or not I was truly the monster that society would label me if they only knew. I wanted to believe I was not a pariah, but I was not convinced. 

I closed the door to my office and sat trying to sort out my thoughts, feelings, and decide what the future might hold for both me, and my son.

I did not fully understand how this all happened, although I felt very culpable. My childhood Catholic upbringing taught me plenty about guilt, as well as some about forgiveness.

I could revisit the events leading up to this moment, but to what end? Yes, I should not have invaded his privacy the night I saw him first masturbating; and yes, I should never agreed to our mutual masturbation session, that was totally over the line. And I should never have allowed him to touch and taste me. Each mistake led to another. But I do not know how I could have prevented last night; Ben was intent on having me, with or without my diaphragm in place.

I was convinced that allowing Ben to enter me with my diaphragm in place was infinitely preferable to being taken unwillingly with no protection. For all my guilt and shame that I continue to deal with even to this day, I am still convinced that deciding to allow Ben to enter me with my diaphragm in place was really the right decision. 

On the other hand, I was not a victim here. I did respond physically to Ben's attentions; and I did respond emotionally as well. I responded in a profound and shattering manner. I should not have, I wish I had not; but I had.

So what now? The important thing was doing what was best for Ben. My son seems to have no problem with the current arrangement. He seems to have no pangs of guilt. I needed to think more; I needed to have a serious discussion with Ben. I also need to understand better what was really going inside Ben's head. Then I thought, I do not even understand what is going on inside my head! I was totally confused.

Later that morning I called my ObGyn and got a prescription for birth control pills. I did not know what the future would hold, but it was clear that neither Ben nor I could be trusted to put these events in the past where they belong, and I knew that I did not have the physical or emotional strength to stop him from taking me whenever he chose. And I was not sure I could turn away from the pleasure my son gave me either.

I did not trust either of us to do the right thing. 

When I picked up the prescription over lunch, the pharmacist reminded me to use another form of birth control for at least seven days after starting to take the pill. Note to self, keep diaphragm in place whenever there was any risk or potential.

Back in my office, I shut my door again and sat in trying to sort things out. I need to assess how this happened and what to do about it. Just how culpable was I? Did I do something that caused Ben to come on to me, or was I merely thrown into a difficult and unexpected situation to which I responded poorly? What exactly did I do to encourage Ben to feel so comfortable pushing the boundaries with me? When did I cross the line from being his mother to being a sexual target for him? How did this happen?

Wait, I realized, I was asking all the wrong questions. While understanding my level of culpability might lessen, or increase the level of guilt I was already feeling, it was not going to help me determine what I should be doing next? Unintentionally, I had crossed a line that should never have been crossed, actually several lines. On the other hand, Ben was of legal age, and he was a fully developed and mature man; at least physically.

And although I knew what Ben and I did was wrong by any measure, he did not think it was; he thought it was one of the most beautiful of encounters two people could experience. Was I really in a position to argue against his assessment? Could he be right? Could it be that these would be the most precious and cherished memories he ever experiences as he passed through life?

I had to accept the fact that not only was not I going to change Ben's view of this; I was not going to be able to dissuade him from trying, in a most tenacious manner, to maintain the physical nature of our relationship.

And did I really want to dissuade him? And objectively speaking, on one level, I felt the proper thing was to stop this craziness; however, I knew I would be unable to resist his determined full pressure assault on my will power and my loins.

Although I verbally had discouraged Ben's advances, I did not resist enough, if at all. In fact, my physical reactions did nothing but encourage my son to continue. While I was saying 'no', I was allowing Ben to remove my panties, and I was squatting and opening my thighs to give Ben better access to my most intimate parts. I did enjoy his touch, I loved the feeling of having him inside me, filling me and stretching me open. I loved the feeling last night of laying with Ben inside me in a post-coital cuddle as I slowly descended from a powerful orgasm. Wrong as it was, I enjoyed it, a lot.

I would like to think that if I really wanted to do so, I could behave better going forward, but I was fairly certain I would not be able to resist his pressure and advances. He simply knew how to push my buttons too well. And I felt certain his pressure would continue after the success he had had so far.

OK, if I could not institute a "dead stop" on the physical and sexual aspects of our relationship, what were the rules? First, I needed to make sure that I was protected from pregnancy. I would use my diaphragm religiously in addition to getting on the pill starting today. Ben and I needed to have a candid discussion and agree what was in and what was out of bounds. It was time to go home, and face my son.

Going home to face Ben

As I got up to leave, it dawned on me, I needed to always have my diaphragm in place when I came home. Ben need not know I had it in place, but I could not risk being taken, either by force or by seduction, without having time to get my protection in place. I went into the ladies' room and inserted my diaphragm as a strictly precautionary measure, not knowing what I would encounter at home. As I did so, I shook my head in disbelief that I was inserting my diaphragm in case my 19 year old son insists upon taking me tonight. Amazing. And being honest with myself, I knew if he "insisted", I would cooperate.

I arrived home that night to find Ben had prepared a meal for the two of us, and had already chosen a bottle of wine for us to share over dinner. He was attempting to create a romantic mood for his 'date' tonight.

"Can we talk?" I asked as I sat down at the dinner table.

"Sure, what do you want to talk about?" Ben said with a sly grin.

"About all that has happened between you and I the past two nights. I realize I may not be able to convince you that this is wrong, or that it should not have happened, or that we need to stop and place this in the distant past...."

Ben interrupted, "That's good. My work is done." He said as he pumped a fist in the air for effect.

"Ben, please, don't joke now. This is not a good situation for you. You should be chasing college girls, developing relationships with girls your own age, and ultimately finding one you married and raise a family with."

"Mom, I intend to do all those things. But I want you, too. I need you, too. All I ever wanted was to have a woman like you. Now, not only do I have a woman like you, I have you. And I am never, ever letting you go. You are mine now; there is nothing anyone can do about it. Not you, not anybody. A part of you will always belong to me."

Once again, my head was swirling. There was no question, Ben was feeling deep, passionate and real love; not simple teenage lust. To him, this was a committed relationship; a life long commitment of sorts. It was wrong, it was twisted; but it was real, genuine, and to him, beautiful. I could not help being flattered that any man could be so taken, so in love and so committed to me.

It was also clear that Ben did not think he was doing anything wrong for him, or for me. He did not see any way that passionately loving me would harm me. And it was clear that he was a very tenacious and determined young man, and he was not going to be dissuaded from this course he had set us both on.

After several moments of uncomfortable silence, I responded to what Ben had said, "Ben, you need to understand that I really believe we made a mistake, what we did was wrong, and that we should stop this insanity now....".

"I will not let you make this into something ugly or wrong...." He interrupted.

"I think I understand that; or at least I accept that is how you feel. I disagree, but I accept that I am not going to change your mind. But you do need to understand that I really think we should stop." I paused to let that sink in. "But regardless of whether or not I can convince you to stop, we need to establish some boundaries and guidelines."

Ben smiled, relieved at the sign that I was considering some scenario where we would continue.

"What would those boundaries be?" he inquired.

"Well, first, you need to have other interests, pursue other girls your own age; if not while you are here, certainly when you return to college."

"OK, that seems fair. Are you going to date other men while I am staying here this summer?"

This brought a huge smile to my face. "No, I think I can give up my very active dating scene for the next three months while you are here. Ben, I have not been 'on a date' in nearly six months. I have not been 'with a man' in the sexual sense in nearly a year prior to me 'being with you' last night. My dating, and my sex life have been very boring, and very inactive." I chuckled as I answered.

"That's good, because, to be honest, I would not like to have other guys taking you out, and 'doing you' while I am here."

"Doing me?" I laughed.

"You know what I mean. I know that we are not going to be a monogamous couple for the rest of our lives, but for the time I am here, I want you to belong to me, and only me."

"You are cute, and that is very sweet. OK, while you are here, I will be your woman. You will be my man. It will be an interesting summer."

Ben then stood walked around the table and pulled me to a standing position and guided me to the living room couch. It was clear that this discussion was over for the time being. 

We kissed deeply, each of our tongues exploring the other's mouth. Ben began unbuttoning my blouse, removing it and then my bra; leaving my smallish, but perky tits exposed to the air-conditioned air. My nipples stood up proudly on display. I started unbuttoning Ben's shirt and removing it. I was still in awe of the taught, well defined chest, shoulders and arms that this teenager had. I thought for a moment that if I had known someone like this when I was in college, I likely would have gotten knocked up before my 18th birthday.

Then a thought re-entered my mind. I wanted to test whether or not the prospect of impregnating me aroused or whether it scared Ben. Was the risk of getting his mother pregnant part of the excitement and allure of the torrid affair that he had introduced, actually imposed on the two of us? I did not know what I would do with the knowledge, but on a very core level, I did want to know.

As Ben unzipped my skirt and removed it, I fumbled with his belt and zipper of his slacks. It was a bit embarrassing, my son was far more nimble and adroit at undressing me than I was at undressing him. I guess he had far more practice in college than I had recently.

Soon, we were now both naked groping each other on the couch. To me, there was something sexy about being naked outside of the bedroom; I can't quite explain it, but it added to my excitement. Ben's erection was large, rigid and standing straight up on its own. God, he was sexy, no question about it.

Ben stood up, pulling me standing as well. As he did the previous night, in order to kiss me more comfortably with out bending over so far, Ben simply hoisted up my tiny frame, grabbing my both my legs and pulling me so I was straddling his well conditioned torso; my arms wrapped tightly around his neck as we kissed. 

I liked the way he was able to lift my light frame at his will. No one had ever handled me this way, with such ease. I found it very sexy. 

I felt the head of his erection bouncing against my legs and buttocks as we necked like teenagers. I guess that should not be too surprising since one of us was a teenager: and my son made me feel like a horny young girl who was falling in love. I adored this feeling. I adored my son. 

Then I felt his cock head start to search more urgently for my opening, or any opening! It would pulse up, and nudge my bottom, searching. Just as had he had the previous night, once the head of his penis found the wet opening to my well lubricated and dilated vulva, Ben arched his hips forward trying to gain entrance. Since he did not know that I had already inserted my diaphragm, I decided to tease, and test, him a bit.

With the head just at the opening, or inside maybe an inch, I broke off our kiss and said, "whoa baby, you can't go inside me quite yet." He looked at me puzzled, as if to say 'why not?'

"Baby, I need to get my diaphragm in place." But rather than pull away, I held myself steady, my arms propping me up on his shoulders, and I contracted my vagina to give the large bulbous head of his cock a loving squeeze.

The moan that escaped Ben's lips and the sudden pulse of his entire penis let me know he felt my contraction, and he liked it. He liked it a lot. I told him, "Baby, you feel so good. You stretch me wider than anyone ever has. But you can't go inside quite yet."

I adjusted my weight on his shoulders slightly causing me to slide down on his rigid pole just a bit. "Oh, baby, you need to lift me off your tool. I will get my go diaphragm in place. I will do it quickly. I will let you fuck your mommy then." 

I realized that reminding him that I was his mommy excited him. Every time I made mention of me being his 'mommy', his penis would throb or pulse. I decided that since I was letting my son enter me, reminding of the taboo nature of our coupling caused no additional harm. If it excited him, I would do it. 

I contracted my vagina once again; and his penis throbbed again in response. "But, Ben, you can't fuck me unprotected and bareback. You just can't. No matter how good it feels." And I squeezed his head with my vagina one more time.

I admit, I was enjoying teasing my boy like this. I was watching the facial expressions and he was completely lost in his lust for me at that moment. Since the first night when he caught me spying on him in a voyeuristic moment of weakness, I have felt like he had all the control. For these last few moments, I felt I had regained some control. And most importantly, I knew something he did not, my diaphragm was in place; I had started taking the pill; a protective barrier was there to keep him from impregnating me. But Ben thought the risk of pregnancy at that moment was very, very real. What would he do, I wondered?

I adjusted my weight again, pushing on his shoulders and pushing my legs down against his strong hands that we holding me in place with his cockhead just inside my vulva. I lifted up, barely allowing his penis to exit my vagina, but, after hovering over him for only a second, immediately lowered myself a bit so that 1 to 2 inches of his massive pole returned into me.

As I contracted my vagina again, I repeated my request, "Baby, please lift me off of you so I can put in my diaphragm. Please don't fuck me bareback. I am in the fertile part of my cycle. If you cum in me, I could get pregnant. And neither of us wants to have your baby growing in my belly." 

I contracted again as I teased him; trying to determine if he would lift me off the rigid tool that was just starting to pierce my vagina, or would he take me there, spill his seed and try to impregnate me. "But you do feel good, baby. You do feel very good."

I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, probing my tongue into his mouth. I was hot. I was more aroused than I could ever remember. And my passion was clearly present as I sucked his tongue into my mouth in this deep soul searching kiss, the head of his hard cock throbbing anxiously inside me a couple of inches. This was very sexy and I was very aroused. I knew I was going to cum tonight, it was building already.

Ben broke off the kiss and leaned me backwards, separating the distance between our shoulders while holding my hip to keep his penis just inside me. It appeared he had made a decision as to whether to set me free to install my diaphragm or not. As he leaned me backwards, my body formed an angle with his torso. He was holding me back almost horizontal now, the head of his penis inside me several of inches. In this position, the rigid head was pressing up firmly into the front wall of my opening, pressing on my very sensitive g-spot. Yes, I was going to have an orgasm tonight, and I would not hold out long. Ben's cock was so rigid that it felt like his dick could support my entire 105 lb frame if he released me from his grip.

He moved his hands from under my legs to my hips where he pulled me, suddenly and violently, towards him, fully impaling me on his erection. The suddenness of his large penis piercing my vagina was unexpected and, surprisingly painful, and extremely stimulating. I was not ready to accommodate his full length and girth. The sudden shock of pain and pleasure as he impaled me evoked a scream-like sound from deep in my core. It was a sound I had never before heard, and certainly never before made. (I do not even know how to imitate the guttural sounds I made at that moment.) Of course, the sudden penetration was nothing I had ever experienced or felt before either. And the shot of pain subsided quickly and rapidly became waves of pleasure as my uterus was forced open to accommodate my son's erection.

Almost instantly, this massive penetration triggered my orgasm. My hands were now clasped, fingers interlocked behind Ben's neck as I held on for dear life, Ben's hands on my hips pulling me into him violently to meet the rapid thrust of his hip as he pulled in and out of me. His thrusts slapped up against my ass and thighs, bouncing me up and his strong hands were catching me and positioning me for his next thrust.

Being a relatively petite (and short) woman, I had never been able to make love standing up. My partner was always too tall. And no one had been able to lift and move me with such ease to fuck me in the manner and position that my muscular son was at this moment. And the rigidity of my penis, and the 'angle of attack' rubbed the front wall of my uterus with such force that it initiated a very powerful orgasm that had me responding uncontrollably to the rapid and violent pounding my stretched little pussy was being subjected to. I was being bounced up with each thrust only to be driven back down to meet the next one. 

"Oh my god, Ben! Oh I am cumming. Oh shit! ....Oh baby, stop for a second...I can't take it...oh my god....", I begged for him to stop for a moment for me to catch my breath and gather my senses. But my boy did not stop. Far from it. 




Kimberly's Sin Ch. 05



Then I felt another orgasmic wave crash through me as I screeched, "Oh my god, don't ever stop. Oh baby, fuck me, fuck me harder" as I came while impaled on his massive boner.

I was crying out, I was afraid I would pass out. I continued to alternate between begging Ben to stop for a second and let me gather my senses, to begging him to never stop fucking me like this. I was incoherent. And I was cumming over and over again. I could not stop cumming. 

I just had a long powerful orgasm, and felt another building behind it. Ben's massive strength and size allowed him to move my small light body around at will. I was little more than a light doll to be tossed and turned on top of his rod. I came again and again as he pounded my formerly tight little pussy from underneath me.

He obviously had decided to spill his seed into what he believed to be my unprotected womb, or maybe he just gave into the passion of the moment. Either way, as Ben bucked in and out of me, I knew that he thought he was impregnating me, or at least thought that he might be. I decided to play along with this belief a while longer.

"Oh baby, you are making me cum so hard." I cried out between his thrusts. In a very broken voice, I managed to cry out, "But you can't cum baby inside me. Not yet..... Not until I get my diaphragm in." 

I was using my grip on his neck to allow me to meet every violent thrust inside me with as much force as I could muster. I was going to cum again on my baby's penis, which, in this particular position was finding places deep inside me where 'no man, or device, had gone before'.

Ben was arching his back to get the deepest penetration possible when I felt him shutter, arch forward and remain, pushing forward inside me. I could feel his large penis pulsing violently in my womb as his sudden thrusting stopped for a moment. I knew at that point, he was unloading his seed inside me. I just leaned backwards and accepted it all, contracting my vagina, both intentionally and involuntarily, in an attempted milking motion to drain every bit of semen, every last sperm from my son's loins. I wanted every drop of his semen inside me.

We were both soaked with sweat, our chests heaving heavily trying to regain our breath. Ben laid me back on the couch, and we collapsed in a sweating, panting heap of flesh still coupled together. I lay on my back. Ben lay on top of me, facing me, still deep inside of me. Our heavy breathing making any discussion impossible at that moment. I could feel him pulse inside me, and to each throb of his penis, I would return of a loving squeeze by contracting my vagina on his penis.

After two or three minutes, Ben broke the silence, "Mom I am sorry. I should not have done that." He was still inside me as we lay there recovering. And he was still heavy, firm and stiff, if not completely rigid. I loved lying there in post coital bliss, still coupled together with my son.

"No you really should not have." I agreed. "But I am as much to blame as you. Actually more."

"But you did tell me to stop, several times; you asked me to set you down so you could get your diaphragm. I wanted to let you go; I just couldn't stop myself."

I decided to explore this part of my son's psyche a bit more. "Ben, I did not resist nearly forcefully enough. I don't know if I could have stopped you, but I did not fight your entrance into me very much at all." I paused to let this sink in a moment. Laying there with my son's thick, heavy and partially firm penis inside me was a very strange experience indeed. I was enjoying the closeness of our post-coital cuddling. I was enjoying the sensation of Ben's penis still pulsing occasionally in my very dilated, open and lubricated vagina. I enjoyed the now involuntary spasms of my vagina around this wonderful penis. I could feel the semen beginning to slowly leak out of me, our combined juices were starting to trickle slowly out of me, down towards my backside and on to the leather couch cushions. All of this gave me a feeling of contentment that I could not deny.

And the conversation with Ben about what had just occurred between us, and why, made me feel very close too him. Lying there while still coupled with my son gave me a feeling of love, closeness and intimacy that I cannot begin to describe. I gently contracted my vagina on his penis in an attempt to convey my love and to comfort my son. Ben's penis pulsed back in an appreciative response.

"Why do you think you wanted to have me without protection?", I asked, looking into his eyes to gain some understanding.

"I do not really know myself, Mom." He paused to think. "But the thought of placing my sperm into your womb without the diaphragm was strangely exciting. In do not understand it, but I cannot deny it either."

We lay silently for a couple of minutes, caressing each other. Ben was not growing flaccid, but remained firm. In fact, I thought I felt him begin to stiffen a bit as he occasionally moved in and out of me ever so slightly.

"Mom, if you got pregnant, what would you do?"

"What do you mean, baby?"

"Would you end the pregnancy?"

Now that was a heavy question. I decided to be completely open about this issue. This might be an opportunity for a moral lesson here. I recognized the absurdity of that thought; a mother lying with her son's penis inside her providing a moral lesson. Nonetheless, I answered honestly.

"Ben, there are very few sins I have not committed. In fact, I seem to be finding new and more heinous sins to commit regularly these days." Ben started to interrupt me; I stopped him, "Let me finish. This is important for you to hear."

I took a deep breath before continuing. He pulled his firm cock out of me a few inches and pushed back in arching his hips forward. "You feel good inside me baby, God forgive me for saying it, but it is true, you feel so good.....But let me finish", I repeated. "I could never, and would never terminate a pregnancy. I could not do that to my baby. I could not do that to your baby. An abortion would simply be out of the question. That is one sin that I will not commit." He seemed genuinely relieved to hear me say that.

Ben pulled his penis almost completely out of my vagina for a moment before slipping right back in; my pussy made a loud slurping sound with the slippery in and out motion. It felt wonderful. He paused again. Looked into my eyes and asked, "Do you think you might be pregnant?"

"No, baby. I know I am not. I put in my diaphragm before I left the office today. You did not know it, but you were totally protected, at least from knocking me up." Ben face showed some real disappointment at this news. At that moment, I knew he had a real desire for something that could never be. He really wanted me to carry his child, our child. He needed to understand that was not a possibility.

"Why did you make me think you did not have any protection in place?" he sounded hurt.

"Baby, there were a couple of reasons. First, I wanted to understand your frame of mind a little better; what was driving your desire for me. I really wanted to know if you wanted to impregnate me. Also, I thought the play acting might excite you. If it was something that you desired on some level, then it seemed harmless to let you think you were taking me with no barriers in place."

He stroked in and out of me several more times. He was growing more rigid remaining inside of me. I realized that soon he would be fully erect and he would be fucking me once again.

"Ben, how do you think you will feel about what we are doing when you are married with your own family some day?"

The question caught Ben by surprise and his face registered the impact of the question. "Mom, I know that I will always remember this as the most beautiful experience of my life. I am having an intimacy with the most beautiful woman in the world, and the woman I love more than anyone in the world. I could not love you any more."

I pulled him towards me, hugged him and contracted my vagina again, giving him the deepest most intimate hug I could. "Ben, I love you so very much. More than you will ever understand. But some day, you should feel that your wife is the most beautiful woman in the world, not me. And I hope you are not longing for me when you should be loving her." 

We silently held our embrace, and I could clearly feel him growing inside of me. A moment later Ben leaned back to look me in the eye and broke the silence again, "Mom, I will love her and still love you."

"I sincerely hope so." 

He nodded in apparent understanding. Without decoupling from me, Ben slid down off the couch into a kneeling position. As he did, he pulled me forward towards him, pulling my ass off the couch, leaving me resting my shoulders and back on the couch cushions. And he began slowly, lovingly fucking me again on the couch.

He was erect again inside of me, never having left since our shared orgasm. Now my pussy was sloppy wet, wide open and noisily slurping with each long, slow stroke of my son's penis.

He pulled me forward, so that I was sitting on his lap, straddling his muscular thighs, with his penis reaching up inside me. As he pulled me forward we embraced and kissed passionately, he fondled my tiny breasts as I raised myself up and down on him. 

I was crying as I fucked him, tears running down my face and spilling on to Ben's chest; but I was not sad or distraught. The tears were more about the tremendous emotions I was feeling as I rode him. 

I had, for the moment placed aside my shame and guilt. I was past worrying about the morality of our actions, I just wanted my baby to cum inside me again; which he did. No man had ever loved me, or been as dedicated to me, or desired me as much as Ben did at that moment. And feeling him deep inside me, reaching up into my womb with his wonderful penis gave me a sense of contentment and fulfillment that I cannot describe. The guilt and shame would return soon enough; but at this instant, I was making love to someone I loved dearly and completely.



Kimberly's Sin



With my son's mouth on my engorged clitoris, I completely lost it. The sounds emanated that from my core were astounding. I simply cannot describe them. It was a combination of a deep guttural moan and scream. 

It was a sound I had never made before. It was a sound I had never heard before. There was no doubt that my son had 'pushed me over the cliff', so to speak. 

I started the biggest, most intense and longest orgasm of my life. I bucked my hips wildly.

Like a wanton whore, I reached down and took my son's head in my hands as I held him in place as he sucked my clit, pressing myself forward to push his fingers as deeply inside me as they could reach.

I started to grind myself into Ben's chin and mouth, trying to force his probing fingers deeper as I screamed in ecstasy. 

"Oh god, baby, I am cumming...oh Ben...please don't stop...baby, mommy is cumming..."

Ben's sucking became more intense, almost violent; his fingers aggressively attacked the front wall of my vagina. He spread his fingers apart as he pulled them out and plunged them forward violently 

He was stretching my pussy open. Wave upon wave of pleasure rocked across my body, my abdomen was convulsing. I continued making completely incoherent sounds, almost talking in tongues so to speak, as orgasmic wave after wave crashed through me as never before.

My son was giving me my first multiple orgasm of my life, and he continue to stimulate me. But rather than allowing me to come down from my peak, Ben kept sucking my clitoris and punishing the internal walls of my uterus. 

He kept me at the peak. He was forcing orgasm upon orgasm upon me until my belly hurt. I truly needed to stop; but could not stop cumming until he released his hold on me.

I thought I would pass out. "Oh baby, please stop...I need to stop cumming...please baby, please...oh shit...I can't stop... please..." I was screeching. 

But then another series of orgasmic convulsions would rock me. "Oh God...I am cumming again! Oh my God...oh shit...it is too much...oh baby, please...oh god..." I was screaming and moaning

Finally, I garnered all my strength and forced his head back, breaking the suction his lips and tongue had on my clit and panted, "please baby, please. You need to let me stop, you need to let me down."

He smiled proudly, very pleased that his efforts had produced such a profound result. He removed his fingers from my uterine walls and sat on the couch next to me; his erect penis still straining towards the ceiling.

His chin was wet and shiny from my juices. 

I sat there reclined in the chair, panting, trying to recover my senses. My breast were heaving. Sweat was soaking through my t-shirt. My legs remained splayed open for my son's gaze.

I had just had the most intense, powerful and longest orgasm of my life; and I had it with half my son's fist inside me and his lips and tongue on my clitoris. I could not believe I had allowed this to happen.

Then it hit me, unexpectedly. The combination of my long overdue sexual release coupled with the enormity of my sin came over me in a wave of panic and guilt.

"Oh, baby, I am so, so very sorry," I sobbed as tears began to flow uncontrollably. "I never meant for anything like this to happen. I promise, it will never happen again." I was crying hysterically now.

Ben pulled me close, hugging me deeply, attempting to comfort me and calm my crying. "Mom, it was a beautiful, beautiful thing. There is nothing to be sorry about. I love you, and I want to make love to you. This is what I have wanted for a long, long time."

"No baby, it was terribly, terribly wrong of me to let this happen. You are my son. I should never have let this get this far; I should never have even let this get started. I should never have let my weakness allow me to use you this way. I promise, baby, it won't happen again."

Ben's fingers lifted my chin to look into his eyes. "Mom, please do not say that. I want it to happen again, and again. I need you and want you." 

Ben wiped my tears and kissed my cheeks as I continued to sob. 

My beautiful son then paused for a second, stood in front of me, and he took my hand and placed it on his erect penis and said, "Mom, I need to cum again. I need it bad. I need your help."

My hand rested on his erection as I tried to think. I tried to clear my head, but could not. My tears were still flowing freely, falling down my cheeks and on to my shirt, but my uncontrollable sobbing had subsided slightly as I felt the thick, heavy erection in my hand. 

I did not know what to do. I wanted this to stop. I wanted to pretend that I had not just allowed this to happen. However, it seemed silly to me to refuse to assist my son with his engorged penis issue in the context of what I had just allowed him to do to me. 

On the other hand I was losing complete control of the situation. Or maybe I never had any control?

I looked at his penis, uncertain of what to do. More confused than I have ever been before, I encircled my fingers around his shaft, amazed again at the thickness of my son's cock, and gently began stroking up and down the entire length. 

"I shouldn't be doing this Ben. This is wrong." Nonetheless, I could not refuse my boy in this situation, I just couldn't.

Ben moved closer, positioning his erection in front of my face as he placed his hands on he back of my head. He nudged my head forward. I knew what he wanted, but I couldn't do that.

Oh God help me, I was so confused and out of control. How did I ever allow this to happen? My head literally spun as I tried to process what I should do now as my son's rigid cock waved inches in front of my mouth. 

Coming soon: chapter two...I submit and relieve my son.