0 comments/ 456857 views/ 54 favorites Mama's Naughty Boy By: riganut I was walking by my son's bedroom one Saturday evening soon after I cleaned up the dinner table, when I heard a funny sound coming from within. It sounded like a drum being struck in a steady heart pounding rhythmic beat. Thump thump - thump - thump thump - thump. My curiosity was aroused. I gently pushed my son's bedroom door open a crack and peeped inside. There was my son, totally nude, with his feet toward the door. His eyes were tightly shut. Legs wide spread and his hand clenched around his erect penis. The thumping sound was coming from him jerking his piece of meat in a regular heart beating rhythmic fashion. I had never seen him naked since he had entered puberty. It was the first time I'd seen him naked since I bathed him as a toddler. But as he lay on his bed naked and aroused, I saw my 18-year-old as a man for the first time. His penis was at least eight inches long; slim, with an upward curve. His balls were two smooth, hairless sacks jerking up and down to the rhythm of his stroking fingers. His crotch was slightly covered with a tangle of dark blond fuzz. I could see the head of his cock was covered with pre-cum, making it glisten in the dim light from his computer desk. I glanced over at his computer and saw a porno picture of a young man face fucking an older woman. There was cum all over her face. I wondered why he was jacking off to an older woman instead of a young babe. Then it emerged on me, my son was sexually aroused by old broads and a quick current went through me. I heard him muttering something over and over. I could barely hear what he was saying. It sounded like, "Oh Mama, suck it faster. Make me come in your mouth." As I said, I could barely hear him. I was not very sure if that was what I really heard. I watched him as his body started to rise and fall on the bed. I knew he was close to shooting his man-seed all over his body. I was feeling a little guilty spying on my son as he was pleasuring himself, but I could not take my eyes off that astonishing sight. I felt my fanny start to itch and just knew that if my fingers searched out my cunt, there would be plenty of lubrication for finger fucking. He was moaning loudly now and I distinctly heard him say, "Oh yeah, Mama, take my cum down your throat. Swallow your son's cum ... uuhhggh ..." just as he shot a long stream upward. It arched up and fell back all over his tummy and crotch area. I had never seen a squirt like that before. Of course, I had never seen a teenager jacking off before. I slipped quietly away from his door and hurried to my own bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind me, I started to throw my clothes off and headed for the bed. As I lay down on my bed, I slid off my already damp black lacy panties. I lay back and grabbed my cunt with both hands. I forced my fingers into my pussy and started to furiously rub my clitoris. I began pinching my left nipple as I finger fucked my snatch. I could smell my own hot pussy juices as they flowed all over my hand. I stopped rubbing myself and lifted my fingers to my mouth. I sucked off the slimy residue from my overflowing cunt and then once again jammed my hand as far into my hot box as I could. I was stroking my clit as fast as I could now. My son's words echoing in my ears. "Oh yeah, Mama, take my cum down your throat. Swallow your son's cum." I could feel the heat start to rise from inside my vagina. I knew that feeling even if I had not felt it in a long time. I came with a shuddering, thunderous roar in my ears. My body was racked with wave after wave of spasmodic mini-orgasms. After I had calmed down, I tried to analyze what had just happened. I had watched my only boy jack off to visions of his mother and it had made me so hot that I damn near ripped my own cunt apart jacking my clit to a vision of me sucking my son's teenage cum down my throat. I knew what this meant. I was one sick puppy doggie. This was incest I was thinking of. Not something to take lightly. I thought again about his strong, youthful body and his impressive cock. A lucid picture of it lingered in my mind. It did not appear to be one of those fat, cunt-stretching monsters, but it was an admirably long and rigid rod. It also had that slight upward curve which could stimulate your pussy's sensitive front wall. I admitted that it would feel amazing to have him on top of me, easing his full length into my neglected, cock-starving cunt. That neglect, I decided, was the problem. I married late and divorced early, leaving myself a single mother at the age of 40. That also put me near the peak of my sexuality, which probably explained my frequent horny urges. Attending to never ending demands of my job and raising a teenage son on my own, I hardly had time to date. Nevertheless, I once had a hot little fling with a man, and we even fucked a few times in a motel. But that was almost three years ago. For the past couple of years, a vibrator and shower head had provided my only sexual release. So here I was, lying on my bed, naked, with pussy juice dripping down into the crack of my ass, thinking about having sex with my own son, who just turned legal age. What a pervert mother? Was it possible we could give it to each other? I knew the very thought was so wrong, so dirty. But I loved my son more than anything in the world, and I wanted him to be happy and fully satisfied. Besides, I literally ached for a hard cock, and there was one in my own house that was shamefully underused. Perhaps I could be my son's personal sex teacher, moulding him into the perfect lover for the young women who'd be lucky enough to have him. Back and forth, back and forth, my mind swung like a pendulum between longings for forbidden fruit, and waves of consuming guilt. I rationalized that just thinking about what we could do was OK, as long as we did not actually do anything. Finally I drifted off to a fitful sleep. ------------ I awoke the next morning in a daze. My hand was stuck to the bed sheets. My legs seemed glued together. I pulled my hand off the sheet and spread my legs apart. I slid over to the side of the bed and sat up with my feet on the floor. I realized I was completely naked. I never slept in the nude. What happened to my nighty? I felt a twitch in between my thighs as I slowly remembered what I had done to myself last night. I had sucked off and fucked my son... in my imagination, of course. I could never really do that. No matter how horny I got. I stood up and looked at my reflection at the mirror. Even though, I am 43 years, I was still proud of my face and figure. Out of habit, I tucked strands of my light-brown hair behind one ear. I have green eyes above a small, slightly upturned nose and full pouty lips. My slender neck leads down toward average-sized breasts. My bra size is 34B, but I would not want much bigger boobs on my dainty five-foot-two frame. I gave them a squeeze and turned to one side for a good look. I'm pleased that child bearing and breastfeeding didn't turn them into saggy mommy-tits. Most men I courted loved my nipples. They're a good quarter-inch long when erect, and very sensitive. Surrounding them are large, suckable, dark pink areolas. I ran my hands down my tits and flat stomach, and was again thankful for the effects of frequent workouts. Then I walked for my shower after pulling on my robe. I was naked under the robe. Something I never did before because it was always over my nighty. It felt kind of kinky. Walking down the hallway to the bathroom, I saw my son's door open and he stepped out without looking. We collided and I fell to the floor. As I sat there spread-eagled on the hall rug, Tom, my son, went red in the face and stammered, "God Mom, I didn't see you, I ... I ... I'm sorry. Here, let me help you up." I then realized why his face was red as a beet. He was starring at my completely nude body. My robe had fallen completely open and was giving him a good display. I hastily pulled my robe closed and lifted my arm up to take his outstretched hand. He easily pulled me back up on my feet. As I rose, I noticed he had begun to sport a noticeable bulge in his pyjamas. I could not help myself. As I regained my feet, I pretended to fall forward into him and grabbed his cock through his pants. We stood there like that for what seemed like an hour but were in reality only few seconds. "Sorry," I managed to say, "kind of lost my footing honey." I reluctantly let go of his rock hard dick and turned to go into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and let fly a steady stream of hot morning-piss into the bowl. After I had finished, I wiped the piss off my pussy lips. I stood up and faced the mirror. My robe fell open and I noticed that my nipples were sticking straight out. They were hard as little eraser-buds. I gently rubbed them and felt a new series of spasms emanating from my twat. I grabbed the hairbrush and stuck it into my well-lubricated pussy. I did not take only a few quick strokes to make me have a shuddering orgasm. I almost collapsed on the bathroom floor as my knees buckled from underneath me. Then I heard a banging on the door. "Come-on, Mom. I gotta go. I can't hold it much longer!" my son wailed. Composing myself as best as I could, I opened the bathroom door and let him in. He immediately rushed over to the toilet. He was taking his woody out as soon as he entered the bathroom. He barely got to the toilet when I saw and heard the piss exploding from his stiff pole. He looked at me and stammered, "Sorry Mom, I couldn't wait any longer." "It's alright, honey," I said, smiling. "It doesn't bother me to watch you pee. After all, it's a natural body function. No worse then washing your hands." He blushed and said, "Yeah, right, but would you say the same thing if I was watching you pee?" He stepped back from the toilet and put his dick into his pyjama bottoms. To answer him, I backed up to the toilet and pulled my robe open. I sat down and proceeded to pee a little more. I smiled as I looked up at the startled expression on his face. "Like I said, it doesn't bother me as long as it doesn't bother you baby." I saw him lick his lips and inwardly grinned at how his eyes were bugging out of his head. He couldn't take his eyes off my peeing pussy. Soon I was done. I reached for some paper and noticed we had used the last of the roll. "Be a dear and get me a new roll of paper," I told him. He turned and opened the bathroom closet and reached inside to retrieve a roll of paper. He did all this without taking his eyes off his semi-naked mother sitting on the shitter waiting for paper. He unwrapped the roll and placed it on the roller. I smiled at him and asked, "How would you like to wipe Mommy clean as long as you have the paper there?" You would have thought I had given him a Ferrari for Christmas. His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree as he pulled a wad of paper off the roll and proceeded to wipe my pussy with it. I let him rub me for a while and then said, "OK stud, that's about enough. I can't have you rubbing it off now, can I?"? As he started to straighten up, I reached into his pyjama bottoms and grabbed his dick. He froze and looked at me. "Hey, you rubbed me. Turn about is only fair play." I looked up to see his magnificent cock stretching the fabric of his pyjamas. Then slowly, teasingly, I pulled the band of his pyjamas out and slipped it down over the length of his cock, revealing his rigid shaft inch by inch. My son's cock was in full mast now, with a spongy purple head and smooth, heavy balls. The shaft was twitching and throbbing with excitement, and it was all because of me, his horny mother. My head was spinning with the thought that this handsome young man was achingly hard at the sight of his naked mother, and the desire to fuck her. I stroked his hard pecker with my fingers clenched. His pyjamas fell down to his knees as I continued to stroke his dick. Soon I felt him start to throb and knew he was going to blow his wad soon. He knew it also and tried to back off. He stared down into my eyes but looked a little awkward and embarrassed, as if unsure what to do next. "Relax, baby," I told him in a soothing voice. "I just want to taste your sweet cock." He literally gasped at my words and I looked down to see a fresh bead of pre-cum emerge from his prick. I took the base of it in my hand and licked the salty fluid away. I loved the taste of sperm, and it had been far too long since I'd been able to enjoy it. But I also know that I'd get a mouthful very soon. Tom and I locked eyes as I began running my tongue up and down the length of his shaft. He sighed and groaned at the sensation, and kept shaking his head slowly in disbelief. I swirled my tongue over the swollen head before dropping my head slightly so it slid between my lips of couple of times. "Bet you never thought you'd see this," I told him with a dirty smile. "Your own mother sucking your cock." "Oh my god, mom. It feels so fu--" he paused, still hesitant to cuss in front of his mom. I laughed as I told him, "It's okay, you can tell me it feels fucking good. Say whatever comes to mind, I like dirty talk." Not giving him a chance to answer, I returned my attention to his beautiful cock. I grabbed his ass with my other hand and guided his prick into my mouth, sliding good two or three inches into my mouth. I licked the sensitive underside of his prick head as I sucked. I reached for his balls and began stroking and fondling them as I bobbed up and down. I gradually sucked more and more of his shaft until I could feel the tip nudging the back of my throat. I loved the sensation of him completely filling my mouth, stretching my lips, sliding across my tongue. I knew my 18-year-old son couldn't last long, so I wasn't surprised to feel his cock swell larger in my mouth. "Mom! Oh God! Mom -- I'm gonna cum!" He actually started to pull away slightly, obviously unsure what to do with his load. The boy was in for a treat. I couldn't bear to take my mouth off his cock, so I answered him by wrapping my hands tightly around his tight ass. "Shit... you're gonna take it in your mouth! Fuck! Oh, mom... uhhhh!" He began grunting and groaning as he began to ejaculate. The first spurt was thin but powerful, splashing against the back of my throat. Then a series of fat loads coated my tongue and filled my mouth, and I began swallowing his cream as fast as I could to avoid seep out. I had never anticipated how much there would be. I was swallowing as fast as I could, but he was filling me up to overflowing. It leaked out of my mouth and down my chin onto my tits. I look up to see my son staring at me with eyes wide, blazing with lust. I decided to give him a little show, so I slid his cock nearly out of my mouth so the tip of it sat on my tongue. I pumped his shaft with my hand and felt the last few cumshots fire into my mouth. I swallowed eagerly and gave him a slutty grin. All this time he kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Mom. I couldn't help it. Your mouth is so fucking hot, I couldn't stop it from coming." I removed his cock from my mouth long enough to assure him, "That's alright, baby, I knew it was coming and wanted it. It's just like peeing, honey. When you gotta go, you gotta go. Now finish up coming and let me get cleaned up." He fucked my mouth for a few more minutes until his dick started to go soft. He reluctantly pulled it out of my mouth and let it fall back onto his now empty balls. "So I bet you'll never look at your mother quite the same way," I told him. "I don't know what to say... what to think," he finally answered. "What got into you, mom?" I confessed that I had watched him last evening, and that it ignited a powerful lust that I must have long suppressed. "So did I do okay?" I asked him. "Oh my god, mom, I've never felt anything like that before. No girl has ever... done it like that. That was fucking awesome." "Now be a good son and let me get cleaned up." I admonished him. I expected him to leave the bathroom and let me take my morning shower. Instead, he kneeled down in front of me and started to stroke my tits. I was flabbergasted. I did not expect him to do this. "So soft... Mom, your tits are so soft and beautiful," he murmured. I blushed at the compliment as my son bent forward and eagerly began sucking and licking my nipples and stroking my soft flesh. Several times he flicked his tongue over my long hard nipples and marvelled at their size. "That's it, baby, suck Mommy's titties," I urged. "You make me feel so good... oh yesssss." He loved on my breasts for perhaps five or ten minutes, seemingly unable to get enough of them. But I was getting hotter and hotter, and gradually found myself rubbing my clit against his invading fingers. I just had to cum. After my breast was done, he started on my belly. As he was doing this, he was pressing my legs apart. Soon he started to rub down my belly, heading towards my pussy. Oh no, I thought. He would not. He could not. I could not believe it. His fingers actually going to end up in my wet pussy. I could feel my clit starting to vibrate all on its own. Without warning I stood up above Tom, who looked surprised until he realized that my pussy was now at his eye level. I leaned against the side wall and placed one foot on the edge of the commode so he had a clear view of my swollen pink snatch. "Suck me, Tom," I pleaded. "Eat Momma's pussy. Make me cum!" He needed to lean forward only a few inches before I saw and felt his nose and lips brush against my crotch. He planted kisses on my neatly shaved pubic-mound and outer cunt lips, and then looked up to see me watching intently. "You have a beautiful ... er ... pussy, Mom," he admired. Then he dipped a tongue inside me, making me shiver with the delight of first contact. "You taste so sweet too." With that, he dove into my snatch, rubbing his nose against my clit as he licked and tongue-fucked my dripping hole. I pushed my hips forward to give him better access -- and myself a better view of the forbidden act. Every lick, every suck sent waves of pleasure though my petite body and I knew I'd cum even quicker than he had. I almost screamed when I felt his tongue start to slither across my clit. "Oh GOD, BABY TOM, DON'T STOP, SUCK MY PUSSY, FUCK IT WITH YOUR TONGUE," I yelled. It had been over few years since a man had eaten my snatch. "That's it, son, eat my pussy. Fuck! That feels so good! Suck your Mommy's cunt, suck my juices!" Tom attacked my pussy greedily, and I could see him lapping my sweet cream. He had been stroking and squeezing my ass cheeks, but now move his hands between my thighs and used his thumbs to pry open my lips wide. He fluttered his tongue over my clit, and I began to go over the edge. "Oh god, oh fuck... yes! You're gonna make me come, Tommie!!! Don't stop, baby!" I could feel the orgasm building up to a titanic swelling about to burst in my crotch. He latched onto my clit and began sucking it hard, and jolts of pleasure overtook me. I lost control of myself and began humping his face as I came. "I'm cumming! Yessss!" I squealed with delight as my entire body shuddered with waves of orgasm. My pussy-hungry son licked and sucked me all the way through it, drinking my juices as I came. "OH TOM, OH TOM, OH MY SUCKING BABY BOY. YOU'RE MAKING YOUR HORNY MOMMA CUM. SUCK MY CUNT. SUCK MY JUICES OUT. SWALLOW MY FUCK JUICE. OH BABY, OH BABY, I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOUR PUSSY FUCKING TONGUE!" I could have gone on forever but nature never intended for us to experience pure pleasure forever. It would burn out our brains. Finally after what seemed like several minutes, I returned to earth and gently pushed my son's face away from my now satisfied love box. Then I collapsed down in to Tom's arms. I was panting and gasping with the release of intense, pent-up incestuous passion. Mama's Naughty Boy "Are you okay, Mom?" he asked. "Are you going to pass out?" "No baby, I'm fine. I've never felt better, actually." I waited to catch my breath again. "I don't remember the last time I came so hard." Tom smiled broadly, obviously proud that he'd been able to please his mother so well. I was overwhelmed with love -- and lust -- for him. He reached for a towel and wiped my pussy juice off his drenched face. "That was the best breakfast a boy could want," he snickered, a big grin forming on his boy face. He may have an adult cock as a horny 18-old, but he still had a babyish face. Anyone looking at him would guess his age at early teens. He was only a few inches taller than me with a lean but strong body. "We'll talk about this later," I whispered hoarsely. "Now run along and let your poor Mama finish her morning ablutions." I let my robe slide off my shoulders and flow down my skinny body to the floor. An hour ago, I would never have done this in front of my son, but now..... A faint thrill coursed through my body, almost a chill from my nipples to my still wet cunt. I stepped into the shower and turned the water on. It came out cold, cold enough to instantly harden my nipples. I waited the few minutes for the hot water to start and then adjusted the spray to the strongest setting. I looked through the steamed glass door and saw Tom leave the bathroom. As I showered, I thought over what we had just done. Pangs of guilt were racking my body just as strongly as the orgasmic waves of a few minutes earlier. I knew what we had done was immoral and I vowed that I would try to repair the damage I had frantically inflicted on my young son. After my shower, I went into my bedroom and picked out the frumpiest dress I could find in my closet. I was so immersed in what I had to say to my son, I neglected to put on a bra or panties. I looked for a pair of pantyhose in my drawer, but could only find a pair of thigh high stockings. "Oh well," I said to myself. "They'll have to do." I went downstairs and into the kitchen to start breakfast. After the morning workout we just had, I thought a big breakfast was in order. I made home-fried potatoes, eggs, bacon and very strong coffee. "Come and get it!" I cried out. "Get it while I'm hot!" While I'm HOT. Oh Christ, I couldn't believe I had said that. This talk was going to be harder than I thought. Tom came bounding into the kitchen and sat down at the table after giving me a quick kiss on the lips. Damn, that momentary touch on my lips made my pussy twitch. This was really going to be hard. We ate in almost total silence, broken by an occasional lip smacking sound. After we finished and I had cleared the table, I poured us a large cup of that very strong coffee. Tom took a big swig and almost gagged on the taste. "Honey, we have to talk about what happened this morning," I started. Tom was looking at me like a dog that had not been fed in a week would look at a meat chop dangling inches from his snout. "What we did was called incest. It is against the law and we could be in trouble if anyone ever found out. It was so wrong and we must never do it again. I'm so very sorry that I corrupted you and did what I did. I was weak and very horny. It's been a long time since I had a man. I know it's no excuse, but when I saw you masturbating on your bed last night, it made me so randy that I momentarily forgot the ethics. I want you to forget what we did, OK Honey." "But Mom," he said, his voice seeming to be so much more confident than I remembered it, "I don't want to forget it. I left my door open purposely last night so you could catch me. I hoped you would come in and join me. I was so disappointed when you closed the door and went to bed. I figured you were too prudish to ever enjoy sex as much as I do. When I bumped into you this morning and knocked you to the floor and got a good look at your terrific body, I vowed to do whatever it took to have sex with you. I hoped you would think the same. Mom, I've wanted to suck your titties and your sweet pussy for years. When you let me touch your pussy, I almost passed out with pleasure. And when you sucked my dick, well, it was just heaven. Mom, I love you. I've never wanted anyone else, ever. Please don't take what we had this morning away from me. It was beautiful and I will never forget it." As he talked, he got up from the table and walked over behind me. I felt his hands start to caress the back of my neck and gently massage down my back. His fingers slid under my armpits and slowly massaged the side of my breasts. He reached around me and stroked my hardening nipples. He lowered his right hand across my stomach and down to my crotch. I felt the wetness start to flow. God! How I wanted to feel his fingers in my cunt? "No!" I shouted as I jumped up from the table. "We can't do this. For God's sake, I'm your mother. You're my son. It isn't right for me to want to fuck you!" He lifted me from the chair, pinning me up against the sink. He reached his left arm around my body and took hold of my neck. He held my head still and placed his lips on mine. God forgive me I thought. I found my mouth opening and my baby boy's tongue entering my parted lips. We fought a duel to see who would surrender first. Oh heaven father help me, I lost. My arms went around my son's body and I pulled him close to me. I felt his hardening cock pressing against my tummy. His right hand felt my left tit and it sent shivers down my spine. He began to feel down my body until he reached my crotch. His fingers gently massaged my cunt through my dress. I dropped one hand from his shoulders and lifted my dress high enough for him to enter my sopping wet pussy with his fingers. He did not hesitate to find my clit and fondle it between his wet fingers. I started to hump his hand trying to get myself off, no way though. He was not going to let me off that easy. He reached down and took hold of the hem of my dress and quickly pulled it off. I stood before my own son in nothing more than a pair of thigh stockings. The look of appreciation in his eyes quickly melted every bit of resistance I had left. Slowly he lowered his body to the floor and leaned foreword to place his mouth against my pubic mound. I spread my legs and pushed foreword to allow him complete access to my fresh cunt. I felt his tongue enter my dripping love channel for the second time and suck my juices into his vacuuming mouth. I thought I was going to come but he had other things on his mind. He stood up and pulled off his shirt exposing his bare chest. There was not much hair on that smooth boy chest. I placed both hands on his nipples and stroked them as he dropped his trousers to reveal he had not put on any underwear either. His cock popped out and was bouncing up and down at a steep angle. I saw a few drops of pre cum on the head oozing out. I dropped to my knees and took hold of his prick in one hand and his balls in the other. I pulled his body forward by the balls until his dick was buried in my mouth. That was one thing I was real good at, sucking cock. Thanks to my lovers who taught me to deep throat without throwing up all over a man's body, a kind of a turn off for most men. I pulled my son toward me until his long dong was impaled entirely in my mouth up to his balls. He had very fine pubic hair that kind of tickled my chin. I could feel his cock-head deep in my throat past my tonsils. I used the gag reflex to massage his crown. It wasn't long before he was shooting loads of cum straight down my gullet. I had forgotten how much sticky sperm that little mother-fucker had inside him. He did make me gag a little trying to keep up with his spurting dick. I am proud to say not a drop escaped my hungry lips this time. I stood up expecting his dick to start to become limp. I had heard that young studs could get it up pretty fast and more than once a day, but had never been in that situation before. His cock was just as hard as when I first put my lips around the head. WOW, this was going to be fun! "Come on Mom. Let me finish what we started." With that he picked me up and carried me to my bedroom up the stairs. I marvelled at his strength. He could not weigh much than I did. Fortunately it was all muscle. The sex he was anticipating was probably giving him the strength of ten men. He laid me on my warm bed and laid beside me making our bodies come together. My breathing became shallow and moans became loudly audible. As my son's tongue circled my right nipple I became increasingly aware that it was not going to take much to make me cum again. I felt his fingers stroke my wet mound tracing my puffy pussy and then found their way inside me. I moved my legs further apart trying to help him and soon he was fiddling me with soft, slow, tender probes. I could not take it any longer and I gently pushed his head down persuading him to nestle between my legs. He used his hands to open my legs tenderly and placed my feet on either side of his shoulders. With one finger he traced the soft outer lips of my swollen pussy lips and applied gentle pressure spreading them open even further. I felt the familiar butterflies in my stomach as I gazed upon the sight of my moist cunt lips inviting my son's invasion. He put more fingers inside me and caressed my inner walls while his thumb positioned itself on the tip of my swelling clit and lightly tickled it back and forth. Eventually he moved up my body as he continued to finger fuck my pussy. He kissed and licked his way to my tits. He took turns holding each nipple between his lips sucking and flicking at those hard eraser-buds. I in turn reached for his cock and felt his hardness ripples across my palms as I tenderly stroked it. I squeezed and caressed his spongy cock head between my fingers while he suckled my breasts. Then my son slowly moved up nuzzling his face into my neck and whispered that he had to have his mother. I gasped aloud with my consent and pulled him to my trembling mouth for a passionate kiss. We moaned into each other's mouth as our hands explored our genitals. I could feel the wetness of his pre-cum saturating his cock head. Then he broke off the kiss and smiled at me before descending toward my aching pussy. As he reached my wet mound, with my fingers I parted the lips fully, opening my pink moistness to my son while whimpering with anticipated pleasure. His steel hard pre cum leaking pole was just touching my vaginal lips. I knew they were wide open now awaiting his invasion of his mother's cunt. Eighteen years ago, he had come out of that vagina and now he was returning to the place of his birth, but in most immoral way. A memory picture flashed into my brain, how painful it was to deliver him from my vagina and now how wonderful to have him back there in a most pleasurable way. I slowly lifted my ass off the bed to quicken his entry in to that forbidden cavern. He pushed his throbbing meat into my sex channel until there was not another millimetre remaining, filling me to the hilt. We then started to slow fuck, in and out ... in and out ... in and out, slowly building up speed until we were pumping and huffing like a railroad train going through a tunnel. I was lost in the lust of the moment. "Oh that's it fuck me, fuck me slow, fuck me good, fuck me forever honey," I literally screamed and then thought to herself, "My God! What am I saying to my own son?" "As you want Mommy! Here it is ... take it, take your son's cock all the way in your motherly pussy ... oohhhh ... fuck!" "Oh baby. Oh baby!" I cried out. "You know how to fuck honey! It's wonderful, gimmie your cum. Fill Mommy's pussy with your hot sperm. I want it all in my cunt!" He slowed down when he heard that. "I can't do that!" he wailed. "I don't want to make you pregnant. I'll pull out and come on your stomach." "Don't be silly," I retorted. "When you were born, I had my tubes tied. I can't get pregnant. Fill my cunt with your cum. Make me feel your hot seed in my pussy. OH I'M CUMMMMINNN. FILL ME, FILL ME. GIMMIE YOUR CUM BABIEEEEE!!!" As if on command he shouted, "OHHH MAMA, I'M COMING NOW. Take my scorching cum into your sucking cunt. I'm gonna fill your pussy with my hot cum." Then he continued, "OH YEAH OH YEAH, I'M FUCKING MY MOMMY AND GOING TO FILL HER PUSSY WITH MY BOY-CUM! Oh, what a filthy bustard am I?" "Me too my Love. Mommy also a smutty whore to get fucked from my own son. Oh God! Fill me baby; give me your hot cum." I was mumbling insane. He slowly came to a stop. He kept his cock buried deep in my vagina as I milked every drop of cum from his spent dick. I remained for his cock to soften. I never in my life had this kind of fuck and I loved it. I rolled over to where I could reach his cock with my mouth and cleaned off the residue of his cum and my pussy juice. He bent down and French kissed me allowing me to share our love feast. I looked down between my legs and saw his cum flowing out of my well-fucked cunt. "Oh thank you, thank you, my love," I said over and over and again thought about what I was saying, I can not believe that I just thanked my son for fucking me. Awaiting feedbacks, especially from mature mothers and young studs.