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My Son, My Love

By: Moondrift



I brought the poor boy home from hospital, both his arms in plaster casts. Out driving with a friend they had managed to have an argument with a large truck. The friend who was driving managed to get out of the wreck with barely a scratch; Brendan however was carted off to hospital with concussion and both arms broken.

Two factors determined his coming home sooner than he normally would have been expected to. One was that the hospital system being so crowded and short staffed, they try to push patients out of the door as soon as possible. The other factor was that I am a trained nurse, so they thought it safe to release him to my care.

As if I did not know my business I was given strict instructions on feeding, washing and generally taking care of him.

When I became pregnant with Brendan I gave up work until he got into his teenage years. Then I began part time night shift work in a nursing home, and since the nursing home was solely occupied by frail aged people, I had plenty of practice looking after people who could not attend to themselves.

I took unpaid leave from my job and I must say it was a pleasant change to be caring for an otherwise robust young man, even though he was my son. When I washed him I often thought to myself, “I made that,” and then remembering humility is a virtue, added the further thought, “With a little help.”

Brendan had come home to me relatively helpless and I confess to getting some joy out of the situation. As I washed him and fed him it was as if he was my totally dependent little baby boy all over again. 

I had been very happy when I became pregnant with him and after giving birth I loved suckling him at my breast and washing his little body. How quickly it seems our children begin to grow away from us. What began by being nurtured in the womb, step by step becomes independent.

All being well there is an ongoing love and affection between mother and child, especially mother and son; but then comes that crucial time in our lives, puberty, and the child seems to push aside the parental care and consciously shape their own life towards maturity.

It didn’t seem to bother Frank, my husband, as much as it did me. I suppose that’s the maternal thing. As the child hangs precariously on the edge of flying the coop, the “empty nest syndrome” begins to rear its head. This is part pride in what one has reared, and partly sadness at the loss one anticipates.

Now, for a brief while, I had Brendan back again. He needed me and I am the sort of person who needs to be needed, to be used.

In general Brendan made no fuss about the things I had to do for him, but washing him was a nightmare from his point of view. During his teenage years he had been very shy about his body, at least where I was concerned. I doubt that he was equally shy with some of his girl friends.

I opted for washing him with a hand held shower attachment making sure I did not wet his casts. I thought it was lovely to run my hands over his fine young body but when it came to washing his nether regions he was very sensitive.

I tried to reassure him I was used to handling the male sexual organ in the course of my nursing duties, but this did not seem to stop him feeling self-conscious. The crux of the problem was that as I washed his penis he would get an erection.

This was not new to me when handling other males, but somehow with Brendon I admit also felt a bit uncomfortable. The truth is I was fascinated by his display of male potency and did not want to acknowledge it; the long brown shaft and the purple blood suffused crown standing out superbly seemed to me magnificent.

In the general course of my professional work I was able to either ignore an erection, or, if the patient apologised as some did, I would point out that this went with the job, and they were not to worry. Brendan also apologised when he first got his wash-time erection. I tried to take the professional line, but it didn’t come out quite right.

“Darling, it’s all right, I’m used to this sort of thing.” That was fine, but almost before I knew what I was saying I went on, “Besides, that’s what supposed to happen when a woman touches a man like this.” I gave his crown a soft little squeeze. 

Brendan gave a gentle groan and I went on to wash his legs.

I think it was the fourth time I gave him his morning wash when, starting to wash the area of his agitation I noticed a considerable amount of pre-cum beginning to drip out of his penis. 

Brendan knew it too and began to apologise profusely; “Oh God, I’m sorry mum, but I just can’t help it…when you touch me there…I…I can’t stop it…”

Clearly it was not simply my touching his penis that was alone the reason for his obvious painful arousal. No girlfriend had so far called and I wasn’t sure if he had a current female in tow; he tended not to discuss his sex life with me. 

He seemed almost feverish with sexual excitement, his penis hot and throbbing. I realised he couldn’t possibly masturbate successfully the way his arms were encased, and it seemed that nature had not come to his rescue with night time ejaculations while asleep. So the poor boy was clearly at the end of his sexual tether.

As I washed him I felt around his testes; they seemed swollen and tender to my touch. They must have been full of semen and begging for relief. I hesitated for a moment struggling with all that my professional training had dictated in these matters, and then made up my mind.

I began to flick his foreskin over the crown of his penis.

Brendan began to protest; “Mum…mum…don’t…you’ll make me…”

“Just let go, Brendan,” I said, “it’s all right; nothing to worry about.”

He became quiet and quickly he was making jerking movements in rhythm with my manipulation of his foreskin. Experience with my husband had taught me to recognise when the male ejaculation was about to take place. 

I sensed Brendan’s orgasm approaching; he gave a sharp cry and globules of sperm shot out of him splattering against the bathroom tiles. The first explosion over, he commenced gushing sperm in regular surges making little grunting sounds with ever fresh spurt until finally there were a few dribbles and he relaxed.

It was a beautiful sight to see him undergo the pleasure of sexual release. Along with the delight I felt at being able to be the instrument of his gratification there also came a sense of power. “I can give or deny him this fulfilment,” I thought.

There had been several men in my life, but I had ever seen such a massive discharge of semen before. Another thought arose in my mind; “What a terrible waste when it could have given so much pleasure to another.” I tried to fend off the real thought that it could have been a pleasure for me to experience.

Beginning to relax Brendan started to voice, not an apology, but thanks.

“Mum…mum…oh mum, I needed that so badly…I was nearly going out of my mind…but why did you…?”

“Because I knew you needed it and I wanted to do it,” I cut in. “And now let’s finish your wash…and mine,” I said laughing, because the flood of his sperm had also flowed over my hand.

“Sorry mum…” he began once more, but I interrupted again.

“Feel better for it?” I asked a trifle demurely.

“You can believe that,” he said in a less regretful tone of voice.

As I finished washing him I said, “If you like, I’ll do that for you every time I wash you.” I gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Would you, mum, would you really?”

I gave another laugh and said, “It’ll be my pleasure, but for God’s sake don’t tell your father or he’ll go off his head.”

“Our secret,” he replied with a grin.

So I began to masturbate Brendan for the next three days. On the fourth day things took a new turn. 

It was when I felt his orgasm approaching and a temptation that had been lurking in my mind was given in to. Before he ejaculated I knelt down and took his penis into my mouth. I heard him give a howl of ecstasy and then begin to shoot into my mouth.

As he jerked frantically with every pulse of his discharge I tried to swallow his semen, but his ejaculation was so powerful it was beyond my capacity to take all of it. It flowed out of the corners of my mouth and on to the shirt I was wearing. I waited until I was sure he had finished then withdrew from him, still trying to swallow the last of his discharge.

I remained kneeling for a few moments and Brendon stood silent. I reached for a wash cloth and wiped my face, then stood.

Brendan stared at me with a look of awe.

“Why did you do that for me?” he whispered. “Why?”

“Because I wanted to, darling,” I said.

“You’ve got my stuff all over the front of your shirt,” he murmured ruefully.

“It’ll wash,” I said, “and perhaps in future I won’t wear a shirt when I wash you.” I think I was making the poor boy quite bewildered. I wasn’t quite the mother he had thought me to be.

Next day I kept to my resolve and wore no shirt when I washed him. I felt perfectly at ease; my giving oral sex to Brendan seemed to have broken down any remaining barriers of modesty there had been between us.

I was still wearing my bras and as I prepared to wash Brendan I could see him staring at my breasts. It was obvious there was a violent mental tussle going on inside him, but finally he burst out with, “Would you take your bras off?”

As it happens I have always been rather proud of my breasts and I was not alone in admiring them. Frank enjoyed himself hugely losing himself as he put it, “among the twin hills of delight.” With my now sexually liberated attitude with Brendan I decided to oblige him, and removed my bras. 

I wanted him to see my breasts. I wanted him to enjoy their beauty, but in exposing them to him I also revealed my own condition. The wetness between my legs was concealed, but the firmness of my nipples could leave no doubt that I was thoroughly sexually aroused.

Brendan was like a man spellbound. He stood gazing at my naked breasts for a long time, then said very softly, “Mum, you’re beautiful.”

The compliment was welcome but strangely it made me feel a little shy. I felt myself blushing so I said, “Well that’s enough of that; let’s get on with the washing.”

As I began washing him I was aware that he was still looking intently at my breasts. After a while he said almost inaudibly, “I wish I could touch them.”

His fingers just peeped out from under his casts but I decided on what I thought might be a better way. I said, trying to sound light, “You’ve been acquainted with them before.”

“When?” he asked surprised.

“I suckled you there when you were a baby. Would you like to do that now?”

I did not wait for him to answer but moved my breasts towards his face, and taking his head I bought it to a nipple. He took it into his mouth and as he sucked and licked I held his head close to me.

Oh God, the feeling of exhilaration his sucking and nibbling gave me. I hugged him to me crying out inside myself, “He’s mine; I have my child back again.” 

I began to quiver with craving for him, my clitoris throbbing. I felt myself getting even wetter between my legs. I wanted him, oh God how I wanted him. I had never wanted any man with the overwhelming passion with which I now wanted my son. 

The moment was approaching when I was to masturbate him or give him oral sex. It was not now just a case of my simply relieving him; I was almost beside myself with sexual anguish and a candidate in extremis for relief myself.

In a shaking voice I said to him, “What if we do it properly today?”

I was sure he knew what I meant, but he had to be reassured. He released my nipple and asked, “Do what?” 

My throat constricted by the overwhelming emotions I was experiencing I managed to gasp out, “I mean, we should have a proper sexual intercourse.”

His reply was made in one word; “Mother”. Wet as he was he leaned against me and I kissed him avidly. If he could, I knew he would have put his arms round me and perhaps begin to feel for my vulva. He was shaking with excitement but could do little physically. It was I who had to make all the moves.

I hastened to dry him and when I had finished we went to my bedroom. I said to him, “Just lie on the bed darling, and let me take care of you.”

It was strange; I felt as if I had him back as my baby again and could “take care” of him, but in a different way now. I wanted to give myself to him, oh how I wanted to give, to meet his desperate need as I had done all those years ago when he hungered for my breasts and their overflowing milk.

Alongside his hunger was my own aching need of him. To feel him penetrate me, his thick young sperm pouring into me, filling me up to overflowing brought me almost to the point of passing out I was so possessed by my yearning for him.

Brendan lay back and watched me spellbound as with shaking hands I stripped. I knew this was a testing moment. Seeing me naked, would he find me unattractive? I know many young men seek older women for their sexual gratification but would the addition of my being his mother prove too repellent?

I stood beside the bed for a few moments, letting him see me as I was. Again his response was brief. He simply sighed, “Oh mother, please.”

The tone of his voice, his pleading for me, told me all I needed to know. I could see he was almost ejaculating before I even came near him, so I sat astride him and slowly lowered my self on to his penis. As he slipped into me he gave a long ardent groan. 

I just managed to get his full length into me when he began to discharge his sperm. I worked with his rhythm and felt the electrifying rhythm of his sperm pumping into me as he groaned and cried out with each new pulsation. 

I was right on the edge of my own orgasm and although he had finished I would not withdraw from him. Still moving up and down on him I began to quake, wincing and crying out as I moved towards the agonising apex of my climax. I wanted to give myself totally to him, to melt into him and he into me so we became one.

I do not wish to denigrate Frank, but I must say this was the most overwhelming orgasm I had experienced up to that time. I think it was born of a hidden love and passion that I had buried deep within my psyche; an incestuous longing for the child of my womb.

As the enormous agony and ecstasy of our coupling began to quieten and I relaxed I found I was weeping with happiness; another first time for me during sexual intercourse.

Despite the fact that what we had done was incestuous, I was a peace. It seemed totally right; a sort of home coming; or perhaps reunion describes it better. My child had become part of me again and as a sat across him, his now slackening organ still inside me, I never wanted to let him go.

Poor Brendan was not quite as tranquil as me. He was troubled by my tears.

“Mother…mother are you all right? Did I hurt you?”

“No darling, you have made me very happy.”

“That was the most stunning thing I’ve ever experienced,” he said. “I had no idea it would be like that…so…so…”

“Overpowering?” I asked.

“Yes, that’s just what it was, overpowering. When I was putting my sperm into you I wanted to…to…” He hesitated, unsure whether to speak openly about what he had wanted. I knew what he meant, and said so.

“You wanted to make me pregnant, didn’t you?”

“Yes…yes…I wasn’t really sure what it was I felt, but I wanted there to be some result…some outcome, something we had both made…something that would have made it complete.”

In that moment I felt a little regretful that I was on the contraceptive pill. I said nothing about this to him, but smiled down at him and said, “I would like that too. Perhaps…who knows…?”

I withdrew him from sensing as I did so that I was separating from something that belonged to me, part of myself. I lay beside him, stroking his strong young body and softly kissing his lips. As I touched his penis I felt that it was already hard again.

This time in a more leisurely manner I sat across him once more and let him slide into me. I moved very slowly, letting his crown almost exit from my vagina, then unhurriedly dropped down to let his full length enter, feeling the contentment and happiness of a sexual coupling made in love.

We spoke loving words to each other and in the process he revealed what I had never suspected.

“You know I’ve wanted you for a long time, don’t you mother? It wasn’t just because you washed me. I’ve wanted you ever since I came to understand about sexual intercourse. I’ve dreamed about being with you like this for years.”

He grinned; “Of course, I didn’t have my arms in casts during the dreams.”

I smiled back at him and said, “I didn’t know you felt like that about me darling, and you won’t always have your arms in casts.”

Those I knew were words of commitment. If at all possible this was not going to be a one off coupling; I felt and believed that our union had been too intense and profound for it to end there. I had set my mind on our making love not only while he was incapacitated, but beyond that into the future.

As if reading my thoughts Brendon asked, “This won’t be the only time, will it?”

“No sweetheart,” I replied, “it won’t be the only time. We have to be very careful, but let’s get together as often as we can.”

With that I felt he was ready to discharge again, so I began to move on him more purposefully. He closed his eyes, gave an ecstatic cry and ejaculated. 

I was not ready for another orgasm so I enjoyed watching him as he shot his seed into me. He murmured words I could not hear properly as he unloaded into my vagina, and then I felt him relax. He opened his eyes and looked at me and almost shyly said, “Thanks mum that was tremendous.”

I made a humorous rejoinder; “My pleasure, darling, and I aim to please.”

I had taken two loads of his semen into me and what with my own lubricant we were in a bit of a mess. I withdrew from him making him gasp as the nerve crammed crown of his penis slipped out of me.

“I’ll just give us both a bit of a clean up”, I said, and made my way to the bathroom. I flushed Brendan’s sperm out of me and then taking a bowl of water and a wash cloth I went back to the bedroom and began washing his penis and groin.

When I’d finished he had another erection and I laughingly said, “Before you get your own pleasure this time, you’re going to give me mine.”

He looked at me and grinned; “How would you like it?” he asked.

“You, young man, are going to give your mother oral sex,” I replied.

“By all means,” he replied, still grinning. “How would you like me to do it?”

I had already considered this. I would dearly liked to have sat across his face but having his arms in plasters casts seemed to make that a bit difficult, so I opted for me sitting on the edge of the bed with legs up and spread wide, while he knelt in front of me.

As he knelt in front of me he said, “I’m going to do this to you until you come.”

With that he thrust his tongue into my vagina pushing it through my opening to lick inside my tunnel.

It was clear to me that the young devil had done this before, and for the next few minutes he nearly ate me as he moved between my opening and my clitoris. I felt my orgasm building then launching itself upon me. I began to vibrate ever more vigorously as the first waves swept over me. 

I had my hands behind his head clasping him to me and was pleading with him not to stop. Deliciously agonising sensations had me screaming and weeping as Brendan thrust and licked with his tongue ever more eagerly. I became so delirious with sexual fire I thought I might faint so intense was the experience.

The wonderful torment seemed to rage through my whole body and the room span around me until the climax was passed and I began to quieten down.

As the after shocks diminished I recall moaning, “Darling…darling…that was so wonderful.”


My Son, My Love



He responded using my own words; “I aim to please.”

We both laughed; me a little weakly. I knew that Brendan must have been in a state of extreme arousal so, gathering my remaining energy I got him over on his back again and sat astride him.

Our coupling was even more extensive on this occasion and for a long time I sat still over him, his penis in me to its full length, just enjoying the union as we talked.

After he had ejaculated into me we were both sated for the time being. We had enjoyed the most intimate physical union possible between a man and a woman. The development of our sexual intimacy over the past few days seemed to have established, or perhaps re-established, an immensely powerful bond between us.

It was late morning and withdrawing from him I decided that I should shower him again, and myself. Although Frank was not due home for several hours I did not want to risk him smelling the aftermath of sex on us.

After showering I began to prepare lunch for us, and my mind continued to dwell on Frank. He had not approached me for sex for over a week, and in the growing exhilaration of my sexual contact with Brendan, I had not fully considered the consequences for my marriage.

I had no doubts about my ability to sexually cope with both Frank and Brendan. Even in the early days of our sexual contact Frank had never been able to give me all I needed, and privately I had held to the view that a sexually potent woman needs more than one man to satisfy her.

I had experienced the most gratifying sex with Brendan I had ever known and I had no desire for it to stop. On the other hand, I did not want to lose my marriage, yet that was the risk if I continued with my son. At some time Frank might find out.

A further thought that came to plague me was the fact, not only of adultery, but incestuous adultery. Was I really an utterly depraved woman?

I had read and seen on the internet, stories of people whose lives had been warped by incestuous relationships. Was I damaging Brendan’s life through what we were doing?

After lunch Brendan decided on an afternoon nap and I decided to begin scouring the internet for information on incest, especially mother and son incest.

At first I found only the negative sites on the subject, but most of these seemed to involve fathers and daughters, uncles and nieces and even grandfathers and granddaughters. In almost every case the girl had been forced or seduced into the sexual act. Mother and son incest did not seem to figure to any great extent, apart from the erotic literature sites, which after all, were mainly fictional fantasy.

I searched further, and eventually began to find sites where people wrote of their incestuous experiences in a positive vein. I focused on mothers and sons, and discovered that some of the most exquisite sexual relationships possible took place between them.

The reports on these relationships came from both mothers and sons and I found that sometimes they began when the mother seduced the son, or even when the son raped the mother. However they started, they found something they had longed for. The powerful bond I had found with Brendan was something that many relating their stories bore witness to.

Thus far I had discovered that if I was depraved, I was part of a lot of other depraved women who enjoyed their sons. My research also revealed that in many cases the woman was knowingly shared by both husband and son, and even engaged in a troika with them. Other women had managed to keep the relationship with her son secret from the husband. Yet others had been discovered and the marriage ended, and the woman continued to co-habitat with her son. 

The variety of situations in which the mother/son incestuous relationship occurred was bewildering in its complexity, but at least I found out that very satisfactory sexual relationships could be established between mothers and sons, to the enhancement, rather than to the detriment of their lives.

Somewhat reassured if a little overwhelmed by the amount information I had received, I decided that all being well with Brendan, our sexual relationship would continue.

That night came a time of testing. As Frank got into bed with me he began kissing me with increasing fervour. His hand reached for my breast, and I knew what he wanted. I wondered if I would be able to respond with any degree of enthusiasm, but when his fingers began to explore my vagina, there was no doubt. I was lubricating copiously and began caressing his penis.

Frank has a way of flaring suddenly into action, and he took hold of me and pulled me to him so I was sitting across his face. His tongue began exploring my vagina and I started to make the slight flicking movements he loved so much.

Before I could come he flung me on my back and began sucking and biting my nipples with increasing frenzy. I begged him to enter me, and he thrust in deep. I was amazed and thankful that after so much sex with Brendon I was still able to respond to Frank.


I felt his moment for ejaculation approaching; l released the orgasm I had been holding back and we came together. The only disconcerting thing was, at the height of my orgasm I was fantasising Brendon. I managed to stifle just in time the desire to call out his name.

Frank’s ejaculation was neither as long nor fervent as Brendon’s, but I secretly consoled myself that in the morning I would be making love with my son again, I hoped.

Frank had always been considerate, and he stayed with me until I had finished the aftershocks of my orgasm. As he rolled away from me and settled to sleep, I was thankful that I had now discovered I could indeed handle two men sexually. “Perhaps more,” I thought mischievously.

I slept rather well that night.

Next morning I anticipated that after the previous days copulating Brendan might not be as enthusiastic. I was wrong. When it came time to wash Brendan he had a throbbing erection ready and waiting for me before I even touched him. 

Clearly we both expected that we would make love at the earliest possible moment. Nothing was said, but as soon as his wash was over he headed for my bedroom and bed, complete with a pre-cum dripping penis, the poor boy.

I was wet with lubricant myself so for our first coupling I made no delay but sat astride him and after a few sharp movements on my part he heaved a massive load of sperm into me.

I disappeared briefly into the bathroom again and washed his discharge out of me, and he was ready and waiting for me again.

I must admit to some amazement that he seemed to be able to replenish his semen so quickly. Frank had never been able to recover from a discharge into me so speedily.

I kissed Brendan and longed to feel his arms about me but since this was impossible in his condition, I stored that idea away for our future. Nearly all movement and positioning depended on me, and when Brendan pleaded, “Let me suck your nipples, mother,” I made the move to bring a nipple to his mouth, all the time longing to feel his hands caressing my breasts.

He seemed to want to suckle me for a long time, and in the end I almost came as he did this, but holding back I took a risk.

Placing his arms as close to his sides as possible, I managed to sit across his face for him to give me oral sex. Actually it worked out very well. I virtually had complete control over the situation and could place my vagina and clitoris just where I wanted. It proved to be the best position I had ever received oral sex in.

My orgasm came in a screaming upsurge, shaking me more violently than ever before. I soaked Brendan’s face with my discharge and as soon as I had passed the pinnacle of my climax I pulled away from him and began to lick his face, tasting my own lubricant. 

Not satisfied with that, I sucked his penis still wet and redolent of our combined emissions. I had never experienced this before, always feeling a sense of revulsion at the idea, but with Brendan it drove me to the frenzied edge of another orgasm.

Brendan was crying out, “I’m going to come…I’m going to come,” so I took the full flood of his discharge into my mouth, or at least, as much as I could.

I kissed him, forcing some of his semen into his mouth and then, with his penis now partially flaccid, I managed to get a partial penetration from him, and working up and down on him gave my self another orgasm.

It had been the most fervent and lustful hour I had ever known, and we were both temporarily pooped. I dropped down beside him and fell into a doze.

When I came too about half an hour later the smell of our copulating seemed to pervade the room. I decided that what we needed then was a wash and then some sustenance.

We both made our way to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves up, and putting on a dressing gown I made my way to the kitchen to prepare lunch. 

I knew there was little point in helping Brendan to dress since it was quite clear the clothes would have to come off again, so I told him to stay on the bed and I would bring lunch to him. I wasn’t sure how much he would eat because I saw that already he had yet another erection.

As it happened, he did manage to spare the time to eat, and by the same token, allowed me to get some food down.

After lunch, in the early afternoon, we had a far less frenzied coupling. I did not time it, but I think we must have been joined to each other for at least an hour, and that does not include such foreplay as we could manage with his useless arms.

As I sat astride him, often not moving, Brendan spoke again of making me pregnant. This time I was more open about it. 

“Darling, I’m on the pill, so the chances of my getting pregnant are very slight.”

“Couldn’t you go off the pill?”

That had me troubled. I had heard that babies born of incestuous relationships were often deformed or defective in some way. I put this to him and he went silent for a while.

I broke the silence: “Brendan, if I became pregnant, would you be prepared to bear the responsibility, or would you expect your father to believe he had impregnated me?”

He still remained silent for a while, and then said, “I honestly don’t know.”

“Then be content with what we have, my darling.”

I began to move on him more quickly, feeling another orgasm coming on within me, and sensing he was ready to ejaculate again.

We came together and as I felt his sperm spurting into me I must admit I wanted it to fertilise me.

Brendan’s arms eventually were released from their casts and at last he could make love with me as a man and woman should.

I returned to my night shift nursing work and Brendan to his studies. I had wondered if once liberated from his casts and socialising more freely, Brendan would cease to have sexual interest in me. 

Having experienced sex with him several times a day I had become more rather than less eager for him; so it was much to my relief I found he was more ardent than ever. The problem was he was keener than ever that I should become pregnant to him. At the same time I felt more acutely that I wanted him to fertilise me. I sought after the fulfilment of our love, and as he shot his seed into me I found myself thinking, “What a waste of beautiful baby making semen.” 

I have looked up on the net the experiences of women who have given birth to children as a result of sexual intercourse with their sons. The messages are mixed. Some have given birth to the most beautiful children. Others have had unfortunate experiences.


I am still considering whether or not I shall go off the pill and try to have the child we both want so dearly, but given that I am having sex with both Frank and Brendan, how would I know who had impregnated me? As I see it, I would have to deter Frank from copulating with me for a few weeks to be sure the child was Brendan’s.

Another factor is my age. I know the risks of having a child in my forties even though I am extremely fit and healthy; in fact, since starting to have sex with Brendan I think I have felt fitter than at any other time in my life. I am sure it is not just the physical exercise involved in sexual intercourse; it is also a psychological factor. I feel a deep contentment – the contentment that arises from knowing how deeply I am loved and desired. 

It is time to take my contraceptive pill now and I am hesitating. If I stop taking it now it will be a while before I can get pregnant. 

Brendan will arrive home shortly and he is sure to want to make love with me. Shall I take the pill or take a chance? 



My Son, My Lover



First we rented a lovely apartment, so we could get our jobs going, and look for a house. We found the perfect house about three weeks ago, and closed on it yesterday. It sits at the end of a cul-de-sac. A large privacy fence surrounds the backyard and in-ground swimming pool. The lot is large, and there lots of trees and flowering shrubs. The house has four bedrooms, three and a half baths, and a gorgeous family room. 

We’ll move in on Monday. We celebrated by making our favorite dinner at home; big thick steaks marinated in a wine and spice mixture of my own creation, fat hot baked potatoes, a crisp Italian salad with a sharp but sweet vinaigrette, and a good red wine. And after dinner, of course, we had sex on the sofa before the fireplace. Afterwards, he carried me to the bedroom, where we made love again. Slowly this time, deliberately, and ultimately satisfying. I heard him murmur, “I love you so,” as we both drifted into a satiated sleep.

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Four years earlier, I was a struggling single mom. My husband had died just two years before of a sudden unexpected heart attack. One of those things, I guess, as he had been a health nut before he married me, and had jogged and pushed-up and sat-up and was as robust a man as you could imagine. At his death, his weight was the same as the year he had graduated college. His body was firm and strong, and oh how I did enjoy his body. He was a wonderful lover. His hands were strong and confident. His lips were sweet and playful. In bed, he was inventive, considerate, and enthusiastic. 

I shared his enthusiasm. He had liberated my libido after our marriage. I had been raised in a rather repressive household. My mother had told me sex was the woman’s duty, and the way she phrased it, not a pleasant one. It made babies, and kept the man happy. A woman needed to submit and endure. If Mother had ever enjoyed sex, she never let on. 

But I found out soon that pleasing my husband pleased me in ways I had never dreamed existed. And the more I enjoyed it, the more he enjoyed it. He had to convince me that he loved kissing and licking me “down there”, as I would put it blushing. And the more I loved him doing so, my back arching in orgasmic convulsions, the more he would spur me on to climax after climax. And then he would mount me, and his manhood would fill me. He would be atop me, his weight pleasantly pressing down on me, as he entered me, took me, and raised me to heights of passion I’d never experienced. He’d encourage me, whispering words of passion, of love, of heated lust that made me desire him more and more. And then his face would twist, and I would feel him release inside me, filling me with his strong liquid heat again and again and again.

Or I would please him with my mouth. How I loved the feel of his hardness between my lips. I loved how the thick vein running the length of his manhood would throb against my tongue. I found his scent of arousal irresistible and the taste of his essences intoxicating. Sometimes, he would spend his passion in my mouth, and I would swallow him happily, loving the thick viscous feel, the strong musky taste. His pleasurable groans were music to me, making me even more passionate towards him. He’d gently hold my head, moving his hips slowly (or quickly, as the mood struck us), and his voice, husky with desire and breathless with his need, would encourage me and say slightly naughty things that fired my imagination and stimulated me even more.

The way we loved was by turns fierce, passionate and desperate or slow, soft and deliberate. Just over a year after our marriage, I discovered I was pregnant. He was thrilled, and spoiled me terribly during the pregnancy. For hours he would massage my swollen feet. He’d carefully rub warm oil over my swelling breasts and turgid rounding belly. Smiling gently, as his hands soothed and caressed my flesh, he would tell me how lovely I was even though I ballooned to the size of a cow. When I began to lactate, he’d carefully suckle my tender nipples, teasing me about how he was testing for flavor and butterfat content.

Our son was born on during a blustery night in December, two weeks before Christmas. The air was bitingly cold, laced with sharp darts of sleet. He was calm as he negotiated the icy roads to the hospital, and stayed with me during delivery. His voice always calm, encouraging, loving, and soothing. Some hours later, I was holding a tiny thing that bawled indignantly, and he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I put him to my breast, and the loud howls ceased as he took his first nourishment from my living body.

My husband’s face glowed as he looked down on us.

Those were the good years. Christmases, with us both laughing in exhaustion as we tried to assemble tricycles, air-hockey games, or electric trains. Saturday mornings, when I’d come downstairs and find them both asleep on the sofa, the baby on my husband’s belly safely enfolded in his father’s strong arms. When he wasn’t working, and he’d see me nursing the baby, he’d kneel by my rocker and watch intently as the baby fed at my breast. He’d tell me how much he loved me, and we’d often make love as soon as I’d put the baby down.

Little League, Father and Son fishing trips, training-wheels, Cub Scouts, PTA meetings, all came and went. My son grew up under his father’s firm but loving hand into a handsome young man. I adored them both, and was loved unreservedly in return. Soon came high school, girls, and cars though not necessarily in that order. 

James, my son, was a good student. Well behaved, smart, polite, and athletic like his father, James was popular with his classmates, his teachers and his coaches. He was a star fullback, ran track, and played catcher for his high school teams, lettering in all of them. Girls were drawn to him like moths to a flame. He dated more than a few, but none seemed to catch and hold his interest for very long. He graduated third in his class, and had a variety of both academic and athletic scholarships to choose from. 

After Graduation, James and his dad would spend hours pouring over catalogues and recruiting letters. We took weekend trips to several schools where James was courted like a visiting prince, and my husband and I were assured of how well James would be treated. We all three discussed the pros and cons of various colleges and universities, but we let James know it was ultimately his decision. 

Then, on that terrible day in June, six months to the day after James’ nineteenth birthday, our world collapsed.

My husband had gone jogging that morning. I didn’t accompany him that morning as I usually did. I don’t remember why now. Something silly I suppose, like a shopping trip with a friend, or some other silly errand. In any case, I was emptying the dishwasher when he returned from his run. He seemed unusually winded, but happy. I teased him that he wasn’t in his twenties any more, and that fifty was closer to him that forty now (he was 49 and I was five years younger). 

He laughed, and hugged me tightly with a deep kiss that I returned. I loved him hot and sweaty. He said he was going to take a quick shower, and asked mischievously if I wanted to join him. I pushed him away laughing, and said I’d be up in a minute. James was out of the house, working at the summer job he’d acquired in order to earn pocket money for school in the fall.

He tickled me, and headed up the stairs, winking at me over his shoulder. “I’ll keep the water hot, sweet-cheeks,” he said ginning over his shoulder. “Just don’t keep me waiting too long.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, and laughed. I finished putting the dishes away, and hurried up the stairs. I giggled as I pulled my tee over my head, and unhooked my bra. Showering together was wet, sloppy fun. I peeled my shorts and panties off, and went to the door of our bathroom. I pulled the shower curtain aside, grinning.

He was leaning against the shower wall, his face ashen. His left hand had balled into a tight fist, and his right hand was clutching his chest. He looked at me, his eyes bright with agony. “Call,” he croaked. “Call—“

His eyes rolled upwards, and he slid down the wall, the water spraying his magnificent body, to an ugly sitting position. 

I screamed and tried to get him up. He was unresponsive. I ran to the bedside phone and dialed 911. They responded within minutes, although it seemed an eternity. I was holding him, still nude when the paramedics arrived. Gently, they pried me away, and someone considerately draped a robe around me.

They did everything they could, and did their best to reassure me. Even so, he was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital. I was hysterical. I couldn’t comprehend that the vital man I adored and loved was gone. Eventually they gave me a sedative, and I was unconscious when James arrived at the hospital.

James handled almost everything. The funeral, the crushingly empty days that followed, I moved through like a wan phantom, neither seeing nor comprehending the loss that had befallen me. My sister and her husband came to say with me for awhile, and I was grateful. My brother and James filed the will for probate, and handled the settling of the estate. My husband had a good job, and had provided well for James and me. The mortgage on the house was paid off, a trust fund for James had been set up, and I would have a steady income from our investments for quite some time to come. I’d have to continue working, but if James and I were not rich, we weren’t destitute either. 

That summer passed me by. Dazed and grieving, I didn’t know what to do with myself. James was frantic. It wasn’t fair. I suppose if I’d had other children, I might have snapped out of it sooner. However, a cyst on my ovaries became malignant. I had lost the capacity to bear more children not long after James had been born. So it was he and I, now. 

Just James and me.

That summer finally began to draw to a close. James wished to withdraw his application to the large university he had elected on, and apply to the local state college instead. I think that’s what snapped me out of my grief. We quarreled about it, but I finally convinced him to go on with his plans. James’s trust fund, his scholarship, and the money he’d earned would safely see him through college. There was no need to change his plans now. 

I had gotten a job, a good one. I would be busy. I saw him off at the airport, and wept. The house loomed emptily when I returned. James would be home for Thanksgiving. We’d said I might go up and visit him at school over some weekend. But for now, I had an empty house, a broken heart, and time. Oh, I had so much empty time before me.

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But time passed, as time does. Slowly it seemed sometimes, and sometimes so fast I lost track of the weeks. I worked. I worked hard. I had nothing else. I still exercised, and jogged, and kept myself attractive. I still don’t know why. I’d run until I thought my lungs would burst. I’d exercise until I was so exhausted I would fall into a dreamless sleep. Upon awakening, I’d turn to his side of the bed, feel the cool undisturbed sheets, and cry.

I tried to go out. Friends and my sister all lined up prospective dates. Many of the men were charming, and I even slept with a few. But once I had magic, and the magic was gone. Some were good lovers, and I’d see them a few times. But then, they or I would realize that the sex was good, but that’s all it was. 

James came home for holidays and summer vacations. Looking at him would bring a lump to my throat. He looked so like his father. Tall and muscular, quick to smile and laugh, an untidy shock of sandy blonde hair, eyes blue as a clear summer sky just washed clean by a cool rain. In summers, he’d work around the yard and I could almost imagine it was his father walking stolidly behind the lawn mower or perched precariously on the ladder cleaning out the gutters. In his cut-off jeans shorts, shirtless, his body moved with unconscious grace of a panther. His ass would stretch his shorts to the breaking point, rounded and strong looking. 

And I might as well admit it. The bulge beneath his zipper was enough to set any female over sixteen and under one hundred sixteen to happy imaginings as well. When home from college, he would date. He was still hugely popular, although his female high school classmates were marrying at a steady rate, James never seemed to want for company for a dinner date and a movie. 

Of course, he was almost grown now. He had no curfews, but he was always considerate enough to let me know if he was going out, and he was always home at a reasonable, if not an early hour. If I was going out, he had the house to himself. It was his home too, I had explained to him again and again. If he wanted company or privacy, all I needed was the request with enough lead-time to make or alter my own plans. 

As it happened, I had a dinner date of my own for one hot Friday in late summer between James’s sophomore and junior year. I’d been seeing this man off and on for a few weeks. That Friday, however, he’d called my office just about lunchtime, and canceled. He sounded terrible on the phone, and probably felt worse. Well, if the poor man was sick, there was nothing for it. After assuring me I couldn’t do a thing for him, he rang off, and I went back to my work. It just didn’t occur to me to call James and tell him I’d be home after work after all.

I pulled into the driveway, and let myself in the front door. I kicked my shoes off inside the front door out of old habit. My husband used to laugh at me for running around barefoot in all weathers. I padded down the hall, put my briefcase down on the kitchen table, and got a glass and some ice for a drink. I noticed movement through the kitchen window, and leaned over the sink to look out back to the pool and back yard area.

James was by the pool, nude. And he wasn’t alone. I didn’t recognize the girl. She was a lovely redhead of about twenty-one or twenty-two, I guessed. She was also nude, her lithe young body dappled with sunlight and glistening. She was sitting in one of the lawn chairs we had scattered around the pool deck. Leaning back, with her legs spread, she was gently holding the back of James’s head to her crotch. James was kneeling on a folded towel, his hands resting on the girl’s slender waist. Her head was lolling backwards, her eyes closed, her lips parted as her breasts, nipples stiff and erect, heaved in obviously great gasping breaths. She lifted her feet and placed them on James’s shoulders, her knees splayed widely apart. Her toes cured down over his tanned flesh. Her head snapped up and she looked down at him, her hips moving on the cushions.

She pushed him away from her, bending over to kiss him, her auburn tresses glowing like fire in the late afternoon sun. James stood, pulling her to her feet gently by the hand. They embraced. I stood entranced at their young, lusty beauty. The girl stepped away, smiling breathlessly, her eyes shining with unbridled desire. She bent over one side of the chair, and James stepped behind her. My jaw dropped. My son was fully erect, and he was huge. His stiff swollen cock stretched in a gentle curve upward from the base of his loins up past his navel. His shaft was thick, and the fat mushroom head peeped from the folds of his foreskin a reddish purple knob moist and glistening.

James grasped his stiff manhood, and stepped closer. He positioned himself behind her. I saw the girl’s eyes close as he slowly pushed his hips forward, that magnificent cock disappearing into her yielding flesh. Inch by slow, sensuous inch he entered her. Her mouth opened then closed, her perfect white teeth biting on her lower lip as his largeness filled her. His hands grasped her slim waist to steady her or himself. He moved his hips in a slow circular motion, his own head falling back in pleasure of being surrounded by her warm wet tightness. 

James began to thrust, long and slow strokes, his large shaft appearing then slowly sliding back into her welcoming depths. His pink shaft glistened from her dew, and his massive balls slapped against her upturned bottom. The girl reached and took one of James’s hands and put in her breast. He bent over her, his fingers tightening over the firm globe. His thrusts quickened slightly. He pulled her torso upwards a bit, one hand still covering her breast, the other reaching for the bright red “V” of her mound. I could see him sliding in and out of her wet hole even as he fingered her clit gently. 

I heard her soft cry of joy, muffled through the glass of the window. She turned her head, and James met her with a long tonguing kiss. The she bent again, her head resting on her arms on the cushion of the chair. James grasped her firm round buttocks. He was thrusting hard and fast now, and the girl was rocking on her feet back to meet his every stroke. 

I suddenly realized my own thighs were wet. My nipples were tight and chafing painfully beneath my bra. I knew I shouldn’t be watching them. I knew I should turn and leave as quietly as I had come in. I also knew that I wasn’t moving from the spot until they had finished.

It didn’t take long after that. James arched his back, and thrust hard, paused, withdrew, and thrust again. He bent over her, hands covering her ripe full breasts, his hips bucking into her as he spent his seed deep into her. I could see their juices flowing from her, over James’ ballsac and dripping onto the pool deck.

They remained motionless for a moment. I watched James slowly withdraw his wet, dripping cock, still rock-hard from the quivering girl. He helped her straighten up, then sat down on the chair, folding the girl into his lap, his strong arms going protectively around her.

I stepped away from the window. Quietly I put the unused glass away, picked up my briefcase, and left the house. I went to a movie, and sat through it twice. I never saw the images streaming across the screen. I kept seeing my son and his beautiful young lover. I went to the ladies room about midway through the film, and quietly masturbated myself through three wrenching orgasms, and was amazed to find my face covered in tears.

I came home late, and quietly let myself in. The house was quiet and dark. I went upstairs and undressed in my room. I slid on a nightgown, and padded barefoot into the hall. Even though he was grown now, I still checked in on James.

The distinct sharp aroma of sex was heavy in the air of his bedroom. I smiled to myself a little. He was asleep. In spite of the coolness of the air-conditioning, he had kicked the covers off his bed. His nude body was sprawled across the mattress. One arm covered his eyes. His long flaccid cock hung heavily over one thigh. An image of his young lady friend’s lips encircling that fat shaft flitted through my mind and my nipples twinged maddeningly under my silk gown.

I returned to my room. My breathing was a little unsteady. I lay down in the large, empty king-sized bed. I lay restlessly. The sights I had seen earlier of James and the girl by the pool kept parading through my mind, and my imagination added other images and sounds. My hand crept to my mound. I let my fingers rest on my labia beneath the smooth silkiness of my gown. I could feel myself becoming damp. I stood up and pulled the gown over my head, and dropped it on the floor. From the drawer of the bedside table, I pulled out a large dildo.

I lay back down, nude. I rubbed the hard rubber over my slit, over my aching breasts. I closed my eyes. I let the head of the facsimile cock play with my swelling labial lips, shuddering each time it grazed over my clit. My son’s face swam before my closed eyes as I slid the hard artificial cock into my clutching opening. It entered easily. I was wet, very wet. I heard myself give a small groan as the thick pole parted and entered me. My other hand began to pull and twist my nipples. 




My Son, My Lover



This story is a work of pure fiction. I hope that you find it arousing and fun to read. I would appreciate any and all e-mail on what you have to say. Any suggestions would also be greatly appreciated.

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My name is Jackie; I had my son at the young age of 15. The boy I was dating at the time told me that nothing would happen, but it did and my parents were livid. They talked with the boy’s parents, and told him never to come near me again. My mother wanted me to have the baby and then adopt it out, but my father argued that I should raise him so that I could see what was involved in having a child. I learned my lesson, that is until two years later. I had met another boy in school, Roy, and really enjoyed being with him. When he came by the house he would play with Jon, my son, thinking that he was my brother. Six months after we started to date, we had sex, and I got pregnant again. When my parents found out, my mother started to cry and my father threatened to kick me out of the house. My mother won this time, and I stayed. Roy was a year above me in school and when he got paid from his job, he would give me his check to help. Nine months later I had a girl, Jessie. Roy was going to quite school so that he could get a full time job to support us, but I talked him into staying in and graduating. Not too long after he graduated, Roy was involved in a bad car accident and was killed, I was devastated. The afternoon after we had the funeral, his parents came by my house with a very big surprise. It seemed that Roy’s grandfather had given him a huge inheritance when he graduated from high school. Roy had taken it to the bank, and put it into an account with his name on it. He had also purchased a safety deposit box and put two certified letters in it addressed to his parents and me. In my letter he told me that he knew that Jon was my son and that he was not upset, and loved us regardless. In the letter addressed to his parents he stated that he had consulted a lawyer after he graduated and all the money that his grandfather gave him was left to the kids and me. When I was handed the check I broke down and cried, it was for $250,000.

Today I turned 35, and it all flooded back to me. Every year at this time I would think back on my life, and wonder what it would be like if Roy had lived. I had taken the money that he left me, and with the help of my parents, invested it. I graduated from high school, and then went on to college to receive a degree in teaching. Jon is now 20, and his sister Jessie, 18. Jon is a junior at the local university studying business and Jessie is in her last year of high school. I worked hard to raise them and can’t really complain. They grew with me and have never fought like most siblings do.  

When I graduated I bought a house for the kids and I. I raised them with an open mind, and it wouldn’t be uncommon for us to see each other in our underclothes around the house or to leave our doors open, even in the bath. I looked younger than I was, and still had my youthful figure. Sometimes when I was out with the kids we would be mistaken as siblings and not mother and children.

Both Jon and Jessie had my red hair, but Jon had his father’s looks and Jessie took after me, figure and all. For the past few years, I had been looking at Jon in a different light. As an adolescent I would notice him in the mornings with his penis hard, but would think nothing of it. As he grew the bulge would get bigger. The last time that I had sex was with Roy; so at times this would give me a crazy feeling from my nipples down to my vagina. I have had these feelings since he was 18, and knew that in order to get rid of them, I had to have him. I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t care. I thought of a thousand ideas on how to get him, but I never had the nerve to put them to work That is until the day it happened. 

As a child Jon developed severe asthma. On one particular day, Jessie had left for school, and I was walking down the hall to leave for work. As I got close to the kids bathroom I heard a wheezing noise coming from inside. When I looked in, Jon was leaning against the sink in his underwear having a very hard time breathing.

“Jon! Are you ok?” I asked rushing to his side. 

“I don’t know mom. I was getting ready to brush my teeth when it started to get hard to breath,” Jon told me in between breaths. 

I knew that I didn’t have any more medicine in the house for him, because it had been years since he had an attack.

“Come on hun, let’s get you in bed.”

I am glad that Jon wasn’t much bigger than I. We managed to get to his room where he laid down. Just as I did when he was younger, I started to gentle rub his chest in slow circular motions. After a few minutes his breathing started to even out. I don’t know why, but I kept rubbing his chest and started to work lower. When I got down to his stomach, I would work my hand under his underwear a few times. After doing this his cock started to get hard, and my pussy got hot just thinking of what I was doing. As his cock got harder it started to push out the top of his underwear. I noticed this, so when I was rubbing his stomach I would rub his cock head more and more. Then I stopped rubbing his stomach, and started to rub his cock through his underwear. 

“Mom!”

“Hush and relax.”

I reached into his underwear, and started to rub his cock up and down, Jon closed his eyes and moaned. I slowly rubbed his cock and wondered what it would feel like in me. I pushed his underwear down enough so that I could get a full look at his cock. As I wrapped my hand around it, I could tell that he got his size from his father as well; he was thick and long. I started to pump him a little faster.

“Mom, you better stop.”

I knew that he was getting close, so I pumped a little faster. When Jon lifted his hips up off the bed, I leaned over and took the head of his cock in my mouth. As soon as I got it in Jon, started to ejaculate. He was shooting a lot, so I had to swallow in a hurry to get it all down. When he stopped shooting, I let his cock out of my mouth and got up to walk to the bathroom. I walked back in with a warm washcloth, and gentle cleaned his cock. 

When I looked in his face, he had a question look to him.

“Mom?”

“Not now. You just stay here and rest. We will talk later.”

I covered him up, kissed him on his cheek, and walked out of his room. 

An hour later, Jon came walking into the kitchen as I was sitting at the table drinking my coffee. He poured himself a cup and sat down with me.

“Why didn’t you go to work mom?”

“I was worried about you, and I called in.”

“I would have been ok mom. All it was was an asthma attack, I’ve had them before.”

“Yes you have. But, you can also die from them if you don’t watch it. I love you dearly and I don’t want to lose you.”

“I love you too. I always will, you’re my mother.”

“You don’t understand. I love you, but I don’t love you as a son. My love for you is much more than that.”

I looked at him, and saw the surprised look on his face.

“After you fell asleep, I sat in your room and watched you trying to figure out how to say this. Since you turned eighteen, I have had these thoughts go through me. I know it is a sin, and is morally wrong, but I look at you as a lover would. What happened this morning between us I have wanted to do for a long time, and I hope it won’t be the last. I want to make love to you, and when I do, I want to do it as a lover and not as a mother. There, I’ve said it.”

It got so quiet in the kitchen that you could hear a pin drop. I looked down at the coffee cup in my hands, as a silent tear ran down my cheek. From my peripheral vision, I saw Jon get up and walk over to me. He picked me up so that I was standing, and then he leaned down and kissed me. I melted in his arms and kissed back. We played tongue tag for a few minutes, and then he broke it.

“I love you too mom, but this is a big thing that you are asking. Please let me think about it, and I will let you know.”

Jon went to his room, changed, and then walked out to his car and drove away. 

Jon didn’t come home the rest of the day. I lay in bed that night waiting for him to come home, but sleep overtook me, and I didn’t wake till my alarm sounded. When I walked down the hall, I looked in Jon’s room as I passed, and he was asleep in bed. He must have gotten in, in the early hours of the morning. I continued on, and got ready for my day.

All the rest of the week, Jon said very little. I could tell by his facial expressions, that he had a lot on his mind. Jessie even noticed, and when she asked him if he wanted to talk about it, he told her it was something that he had to figure out on his own. Neither Jon nor I said anything more about what happened.

When Friday finally came, Jessie went out with friends, and Jon was in his room studying for exams. I had a long day at work, and decided to call it an early night. When I walked by Jon’s room, I walked in, kissed him on his cheek and told him good night as I always had.

In my bedroom, as I was getting ready to pull my gown over my head, I felt some hands come from behind me and touch my shoulders. I screamed, and jumped at the same time. Jon had come up behind me.

“Sweetheart, you scared me. Please don’t do that.”

Jon bent down and kissed me. It was a soft, kind, passionate kiss with our tongues tangling with each other, the kind of kiss that I would remember for days. 

As we stood there kissing, Jon pulled my gown over my head, leaving me standing in my panties and nothing else. Jon then pulled his shirt off, and let his pants and boxers drop to the floor. He then picked me up, and laid me on my bed. As he laid half way on me, Jon started to softly kiss me over my face, and then moved down to my neck As he was kissing my neck; Jon started to massage my tits and nipples with his hand. He was being so soft with his hands and kisses, I started to get a tingly feeling throughout my body that I haven’t had since Roy.

Jon then started to move lower with his kisses. When he got to my tits, and drew one into his mouth, I had my first orgasm in years. Jon did all this with his soft kisses, and soft caring hands.

As I shook in ecstasy, he drew my nipple in and started to nibble on it with his teeth. While he was doing this with one nipple, he was pinching the other with his hand. After just a few minutes on my tits, he had both my nipples sticking out a good quarter inch, and then he started to move lower and kiss my stomach. When Jon got to my panties, he grabbed them with his hands, and started to pull them down while he continued with his kisses. I picked my hips off the bed so he could get them past my ass, and all the way off. When he got down to my vagina, he stopped his kissing, and stuck his tongue out to lick me. Jon licked me up one side of my pussy, and down the other side all the way to my ass and back again. After doing this a few times, he stuck his tongue in my pussy to lick up my juices. I started my second orgasm of the night, and we haven’t had sex yet.

I was shaking so bad that Jon had to put his hand on my stomach to keep me from dislodging him. He was licking me, and drinking all my juices down.   

I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. Neither Jon’s father, nor Roy, had ever made me feel this way. Jon had been eating my pussy for about fifteen minutes, when he sucked my clit between his lips, then slowly pulled off. I went into another round of spasms.

Jon then started to kiss his way back up again. When he got back on top of me, I pulled his face down to mine, and kissed him tasting my juices in his mouth. I sucked on his lips, and licked around his mouth to get all I could.

When I felt him part my legs with his knees, I was ready to have him in me. Reaching between us, I took hold of his dick and put him at my entrance. Slowly he pushed, and his head slid past my lips. This was the first dick I have had in me, in the past eighteen years. His dick was a tight fit, so he slowly pushed himself in. When he got a little in, he would withdraw, and then push in again. Very slowly he did this, until I felt his balls hit my ass, and his dick hit my cervix. Feeling him all the way in me, my body started to shudder and shake with another orgasm. Jon felt so good in me, and filled me with a perfect fit.  

Slowly he started to pump in and out of me. Both of us set up a slow, and steady pace. We didn’t go fast, because we wanted this moment to last, forever. Ever so slowly, we moved. I knew that from now on, I would never look at Jon again as my son, but as my lover. 

I locked my legs around his, and pulled his ear down so I could whisper to me.

“Deeper Jon, deeper, I want all of you hun, oh, make love to me Jon, please.”

Slowly we moved as one, not one time did we speed up. It had seemed like hours that we had been doing this, when I felt Jon swell in me and he whispered.

“I am ready to cum. Do you want me to cum in you?”

“Please, please cum in me. I want you to fill me. I want to feel it.”

Slowly he pumped in and out of me a few more times, and then he pumped in one last time as he released his cum deep inside me. When I felt the first spurt, I shuddered and shook with one last orgasm. As we came down from our high, we rolled to the side with Jon still in me, and I kissed him again.

“Thank you hun. I love you so very, very much.”

“I Love you too mom.”

Then we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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My Son, My Lover



I caress the muscles on his arms and then his neck as he pumps my pussy with long and hard strokes, I can clearly hear the wet noises every time he rams inside me, I feel so indefensible under his body, he completely controls me, my legs are spread out wide for him but as usual he always accommodate one of my legs to have a deeper penetration, my moans

Are mixed with his own grunts accompanying the squeaky cries of the bed.

He is my life and my joy, my son is everything to me, I have devoted the last twelve years of my life to his satisfaction and pleasure, he is thirty two years old and I am fifty two.

I became his woman one year after my husband died, my son was only twenty at that time and I was still a young woman with needs, being forty and blessed with a beautiful body and pretty face, there were always men that asked me out, so I took one lover but only lasted for a couple of weeks because during one of our sexual encounters in my room, my son came home early and walked into my room without being noticed and found me on the edge of the bed with my butts up in the air while my lover rammed his dick inside my pussy without mercy and me moaning like bitch in heat.

When I heard his voice asking what the hell was going on, I dive under the covers and my lover tried to explained the situation, my son went to get the revolver and at point of gun, made my lover to leave the house warning him not to ever to come back, and he never did.

He came back furious to my room while I was still shaking under the bed covers, he told me to remove the covers, and I refused he put the gun on the small table by the bed and began to remove his own clothes, I panicked and told him not to do it, that we were mother and son.

He didn't listen, once he was naked he ripped off the covers from my body and looked at my naked body for a moment, I was crying not able to say a word, he got in bed and placed himself on top of me, instinctively I spread my legs for him, mumbling to stop, he took his already hard and enormous dick with his hand and plunged his furious manhood inside me, I let out a shy cry at the feeling of my own son's dick violating my pussy, it felt wonderful, nothing did ever feel as good as his fat dick stretching my loving walls to hits limits.

I put my arms around his neck and I started to meet his thrusts following each of his moves with my hips, I began to moan and he to grunt, my pussy was drench with juices, sticky and delicious natural juices.

His dick was doing an excellent job, ramming his own mother's cave, a place forbidden for a son, but none the less he was savoring every inch of my body.

I was in heaven, I didn't want it to end, I would have just die if it ever did.

He fucked me who knows for how long, and I surrender myself to my son's lust, I let him used me as a common whore, I had many orgasms too many to be counted, my pussy felt swollen and it hurts for the abuse but it did not matter for I was his to be taken now, his to be used and abuse, there was no turning back or regrets.

After he was done with me, with so much cum in my pussy that it was literately dripping cum over the biggest wet spot I have ever seen, he laid exhausted next to me, we kissed and he hugged me, I told him I was sorry for taking a lover, he told me that now I was his and his alone, I swore to him and vowed that he would be the only one for the rest of my life.

We talked for a long time and since that day I became his woman, his lover, his sexual toy and his life companion. 

A few weeks after that day, we prepared our own oaths and decorated our studio with a small altar, we dress up and we married ourselves with only God as our witness, we bought new wedding rings and celebrated our wedding night in our matrimonial bed, the next day we left for our honeymoon in a small cabin that we rented in the mountains, we spend three glorious days up there.

It has been twelve wonderful years, unfortunately I can't have kids anymore but I'm a little too old for that anyways.

This story is pure fantasy and all characters are to be eighteen or older.



My Son, My Gay Lover



This starts as a discourse between my son and I that ends up....well, I won't tell you right now! There's a lot of talk as I try to recreate the events which, with a bit of luck, you'll find to be fascinating, absorbing and stimulating!

But beware - this isn't your average incest story!

Tags -- incest, gay, father, son, gay, anal, fuck, love

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There's one major problem with a growing family; peace or the lack of it. 

Unless I got up very early or went to bed extremely late I never got to be on my own, it seemed. I seldom if ever got the opportunity to sit and jerk off at the computer like so many single guys could -- like I used to once upon a time. Instead I had to wait until I sat on the toilet or took a shower before I could pleasure myself. 

Ok, I'm only talking about a boy and his mum but between them they seemed to fill the house with bustle and noise, especially at those moments when I particularly felt like needing some peace....

Or at least, that was the case until my wife left. Long before she did so we'd managed to produce our dear son but further offspring were quickly out of the question when my wife told me in no uncertain terms that she wasn't "going to go through that again!" And that also extended itself to sexual pleasures -- they became excluded after the apparently painful birth -- and only very occasionally did she let her barriers down. So for some years I could only enjoy my own hand.....when I could find some peace, that is.

I don't know what caused our marriage to fail. I imagine that my wife got fed up with being the only woman in the house or something like that.....fed up with the usual mess that boys and men tend to leave behind. Or perhaps she didn't like the way my son and I would seemingly conspire to talk together while leaving her out.

But it wasn't actually that way at all -- my son and I just happened to both enjoy football, cricket and motor racing -- three things that my wife didn't understand anyway. And we had a few other interests between us; we both liked science-fiction and we both enjoyed a good war film. And I shouldn't tell you this but once he passed his eighteenth birthday I introduced him to porn -- a secret that we kept from my wife however. And that, he definitely liked!

To be honest I think he'd already found it before I 'helped' him....you know what teenagers are like. As a sideline I'll add here that it felt incredibly sexy to sit there beside my son with both of us carrying hard-ons....even if we did attempt to hide them as we watched the action. Like I say, we hid our erections from view but I knew damn well that he was excited by the way he'd squirm and wriggle his ass around and cover his lap with his hands....he wasn't as good at disguising his arousal as I was.

And so my wife felt alienated to the point that one day she just said she was leaving -- and she did. 

Apparently she then set up home with her hairdresser but that might have been just a rumour and I didn't bother to investigate it anyway. I didn't miss her all that much....

Why should I have missed her apart from the bed we shared? But then we never made much use of the marital bed anyway and it was actually a bit of a relief when she left because the tension had been brewing for ages. Sure, she was a better cook than me and she could keep the place cleaner than I could but they were things we could overcome in time -- and we did.

And David soon began to help out and as we shared most things now his helping became essential and an important part of my life.

But all that divorce stuff, although not the porn-sharing, happened by the time David reached his mid teens so as he grew up he was already 'my' boy -- not in any nasty way but simply that we made a damn good team together. Which is what I'll try to explain.....

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David is now almost twenty and he's at college in the last year of his studies, with hopes of getting a decent qualification before he heads off to university. He's as tall as I am now although probably quite a bit slimmer. Certainly we can wear the same jeans (and shoes for that matter) but he can look a bit lost in my t-shirts.... I have a fair bit more time to spend at the gym than he does.

We both have mousy-brown hair which we keep short -- about a number four cut all over in my case. Also, a while back I discovered a spray-tan place near us and got myself sprayed -- and I looked so good that David insisted on getting sprayed too. Saves us going to the beach looking like sticks of celery!

But there was one thing that worried me a bit. David very obviously seemed to prefer to watch gay porn. Yeah, like me he got turned on by women but it was when the big thick cocks appeared that he seemed to be most excited.

In those days before my wife left, as we'd sit there, side by side, he'd lean towards me and he'd whisper in my ear.

"Look at the size of him!" he'd say.

Or, "Phew - he's got a big one!"

Or, "Wow, that's massive!"

Or perhaps just "Geeez, look at that!"

His finger would point at the object in question and his eyes would be wide open with delight.

That's not to say that I found his observations to be anything especially exceptional because I too would feel that thrill of seeing a ten inch penis as it spurted cum everywhere. And some of those appendages really were impressive! Come on, who wouldn't be excited to see a huge erection? That's what we watch porn for! But it was just that he seldom said anything about the women, regardless of how good-looking they were. But the matter of his orientation wasn't top of my list of things to sort out.....

Life went on and it was one warm summer's day when things began to change.

I was out in the garden doing some weeding one weekend and as I worked my way along a flower bed beside the house I heard a noise -- a long drawn-out moan. Initially I took no notice; it might have come from the TV for all I knew but then I heard it again, followed by a hissed "yesssssss!"

I shook my head to question my hearing and then it came again and this time I located the source. It was coming from a bedroom above me -- my son's bedroom. He might well have been watching a video but it sounded much more personal; much more exciting than any video.

"Dirty little sod!" I muttered to myself, "Listen to him enjoying himself; little fucker's beating off up there!"

I knelt up as I listened, feeling a swelling sensation in my groin as the erotic sounds filtered down to me and I smiled gently realising that it had been the best part of a week since I'd found time to do the same.

But then, as I continued to listen, the sounds became accompanied by words.

"Ooooh fuck, dad, yes dad, give it to me -- push, push harder," he moaned, "Ooooh shit -- that's fucking good!"

How on earth could I be up there when I was down here!

"The lad's fantasising," I said to myself, "He's having a wank and thinking about.....ME!"

Instantly I was as hard as a rock and I had to grasp my penis through my jeans and adjust its position. I felt a thrill of pleasure roll through my body, the sensation making my hips spasm and my penis throb. For a moment it felt as if I was peeing or at least as if my penis had pulsated; something had seemed to excite my penis from the root to the tip and I looked down. And there before my eyes was a growing damp patch caused not by pee but by precum. Seldom had I leaked like that but the sounds from above were very definitely exciting to my brain.

"Shit!" I said quietly as I pushed my semi-hard cock down, "For fuck's sake!"

But meanwhile, up above me, things were hotting up.

"Dad, dad, gonna cum, gonna cum!" I heard my son groan, "Push harder, more, more -- ooooohhh fuck yeahhhhhh!"

I could almost see him in my mind's eye, almost certainly lying naked on his bed with his pole sticking up and his hand hard at work. I could imagine the jets of cum as they left his cock and splattered on his chest -- then the truth hit me as my son's words sank in.

"What the hell does he mean -- push?" I said to myself, "He's shoving something up his -- what -- his ass? And why does he say 'Dad'?"

I knelt there open-mouthed as the truth made itself known to me and to be honest I just didn't know what to do next. Should I confront him? Should I go up to his room and find out what he'd been up to? Should I even tell him that I'd heard him?

Whichever course of action I took would be wrong except that I had to do something because my jeans now had quite a large wet patch on the front and my penis was throbbing with need. His cries had set me off and I had every intent now of satisfying my urgent penis.

I stood up to move and as I did so I trod back onto my rake -- which sprang up and whacked me on the back. Quite apart from the solid sound of the handle smacking me there was another noise -- me crying out "Ouch! Fuck it!" loudly.....

Seconds later and I heard a window open and my son's head appeared above me.

"Oh no!" he said briefly before disappearing quickly, the window shutting immediately.

Now with a sore back, a still throbbing cock and a still growing damp patch I left the gardening and hurried indoors to change. The back garden where I'd been working is separated from the front garden and the garage by a wall with a gate which led to the side door of the house and that was where I was heading.

But as I opened the side door of the house so I met my son head on, the pair of us both reeling back from the impact.

"Jesus Christ!" I groaned as I bounced off his chest and crashed back onto my ass, "David -- what the fuck?"

"Oh God -- sorry dad," said David, "So sorry dad -- didn't see you there at all. You ok?"

He stood there with a hand outstretched to help me as I pushed myself up and as he did so I saw his eyes move quickly down my body then up again.

I grabbed his hand and between us I was returned to a vertical position where I stood, panting from the effort and shock.

"Yeah, I'm fine David, my fault I guess," I said as I brushed myself down, "I'll be ok."

We exchanged some more platitudes as we both took the blame and then David was gone, into his car and off somewhere. He'd made sure I was ok but then he'd left as quickly as he could....

With a painful back and a sore bum I headed upstairs to the bathroom and immediately I could smell something -- a faint but pungent smell of anal origin I guessed. The toilet had an automatic scent sprayer that squirted a masking scent every time you flushed the toilet so it wasn't coming from there. Totally curious I followed the source down the landing to my son's bedroom and opened his door. The scent was somewhat stronger in his room and I cast my eyes around to search for evidence of some kind or other. Nothing was visible until I opened his bedside cabinet drawer.

And there I saw it -- a long pink cock-shaped vibrator! Daintily I picked it up, instantly noting that the smell was stronger now. I put it down again gingerly.....

I shut the drawer quickly and went to my own bedroom where I did what I'd originally intended; take off my dampened jeans. Underneath, my underpants were even wetter and as I took them off too my cock sprang out, a cock that had remained rigidly hard ever since I'd heard those noises.

I just had to beat off now -- there was no other choice now that my son's words and the sight of his vibrator were fixed in my brain.

Quickly I shut my door and threw myself onto my bed, my hand already wrapped around my penis. Quickly I began to rub my shaft, my hips lifting eagerly to thrust my cock through my fist. My cock was sticky and damp as I stimulated myself with more precum oozing out as I stroked -- it wasn't going to take me long to unload.....but something was holding me back -- something was missing, or something wasn't right.

I shut my eyes and sounds filled my brain, sounds that had come from my son's room, accompanied by visions of a body with that pink vibrator sticking out from its ass -- visions that became an impulse to do something.

"I've got to," I muttered as I got up and walked quickly to my son's room, my stiff penis swaying before me. 

Moments later and I was back in my room, now with his vibrator in my hand, then with a squeezy bottle of hand lotion in the other hand. With a shaking hand I anointed the end of the plastic cock with some of the slippery stuff -- that lotion's a nice aid to masturbation -- and then, lying on my side I brought it behind me and probed for my crack.

There was a moment or two of indecision as I missed my crack and applied lotion to my buttock but then I found it and the end of the vibrator quickly met my hole.

To say that I was breathing heavily was an understatement -- I was petrified and yet enormously excited. This was an action that I'd never ever contemplated before, an action in a place where I'd never ever explored.

I pushed gently, feeling a strange thrill as the tip began to enter me, pushing at my now indented flesh.

"Ooooh fuck!" I muttered as I determinedly pushed a bit harder, "Don't hurt, for God's sake!"

It just had to hurt; nothing apart from a doctor's lubed finger had ever been up there before and this thing was considerably larger than his finger.

But inside me something was telling me to continue; telling me not to give up -- that the rewards would be worthwhile. My cock was as hard as iron as I explored.....

I was panting now as I continued to push and now I felt the end starting to open up my asshole; to stretch apart the sphincter muscles that kept things tightly in place. 

"Shiiiiiiit!" I moaned as the ring of muscles spread, "Aaahhhh, careful...."

I shut my eyes in a vain effort to shut out the pain and the horror of my actions.

Then suddenly it was inside me -- suddenly I gasped as a quick shooting pain made everything inside me lock up -- but equally suddenly the pain began to ease.

Frozen rigid for a moment or two, I examined my situation, my fingers feeling down the length of the vibrator and discovering that there was still a good six inches of it outside my ass.

But that meant that there was perhaps three inches of it inside me!

I held everything still until the pain melted away and until I'd got used to the feeling of being stretched....

Unbeknownst to me until now my other hand had become firmly wrapped around my cock and now I began wanking hard on my very, very stiff penis.

And at last the pain was now leaving my ass; instead there came just a feeling of being rather full and some entirely alien yet thrilling feelings that kept my cock hard and my hand working. 

Inside me I felt the plastic penis pushing against something that sent delightful waves of pleasure to my cock, waves that sent gush after gush of precum out and over my hand.

With my hand holding the end of the vibrator I manoeuvred it around; probing my depth, discovering how far I could push it inside me; exploring which angle of entry felt best. Pressed from below so that it rubbed upwards against what I now realised was my prostate felt the best and as I did so my other hand remained busy, masturbating my slippery penis energetically.

Then, as I adjusted my grip and pushed once more something happened. Suddenly the thing began to hum and shiver inside me; suddenly the thrills increased a hundred-fold and suddenly I was erupting, sending remarkably generous sprays of cum up and over my chest. 

One energetic spurt splashed onto the pillow beside my head, such was the power of my frantic and somewhat unexpected orgasm.

A little while later and my brain came back to reality, having been in a different world for a few moments. I shook my head as I slid the vibrator from my hole then fiddled with the small and previously unnoticed control buttons on the end of the thing, feeling my asshole squeeze shut now it was no longer stretched. Then with a towel I cleaned away the smears and blobs and runnels of cum until I was dry once more and I was able to lie back and just think...... 

For a little while it felt almost as uncomfortable to be without the vibrator as it had been to have it inside me -- for a little while I even considered shoving it back where it had come from. But instead I suddenly realised that it belonged to my son and not me and that I had to return it before he did.

I cleaned it off with a tissue before trotting quickly to his bedroom and carefully replacing it exactly where it had come from -- then went back and lay down again on my own bed, replete as in unloaded but far from satisfied.

My mind kept imagining that thing up inside me again; kept wanting more and then I began to imagine it as being a real penis instead, attached to a real person.

Nah -- that was too much to accept. No way was I gay -- no way could that happen.

Then visions of my son as he lay on his own bed and used the vibrator in his ass appeared, along with his cries of ecstasy and pleasure and his use of my name. Did that mean that he was gay though?

I lay there with my mouth open as the enormity of my imagination took root -- until I remembered to close my mouth again.

Perhaps he is. Could that explain why he never brought girls home? Could that explain his interest in male appendages when we watched porn together?

Almost immediately I felt my cock move, to start to become erect once more and I frowned to myself. 

"Don't you bloody start!" I told my rising penis, "I've already dealt with you!"

But rise he did, rather to my surprise, to be honest. It had been quite a while since I'd jerked off twice in succession and yet here was my penis almost demanding more attention.

Inevitably my hand moved and clasped my thickening, hardening shaft and equally inevitably my hand began to move up and down, sliding my foreskin back and forward. A small bubble of cum from my earlier orgasm slid from my tip and was quickly spread over my knob, the slippery sea-scented juice soaking into my fingers.

Almost without knowing what I was doing I brought a finger to my mouth and sucked it, extracting all the flavour of my salty cum with relish.

And then, my mind well and truly warped now, I slid my hand down, around my ass and to my still slightly lotioned hole. My finger slid inside my hole so easily, so readily, so excitingly.

"Oh God, oh fuck, oh Daaaaave!" I moaned "Fuck me, fuck me....pleeeeeese!"

At that moment I erupted again -- an orgasm so quick that I hardly knew it was coming at all. Suddenly I was pumping cum over my abdomen and even my chest again, a chest that was heaving almost violently as my breath came in quick gulps and my heart pounded madly.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" I said, my voice quivering with wonder, "And what the fuck did you say?"

Then once again I cleaned myself up and finally I was relaxed, although visions of my son's penis spraying cum everywhere kept disturbing me....although now the visions were exciting and fascinating and no longer scary.

For a brief while I dozed and as I did so I must have turned onto my side, my mouth registering a wetness beside it. 

"Hello darling, love you," I murmured almost to myself.

My mind interpreted the sensation for me; 'It's your wife kissing you,' and I kissed back, my tongue exploring -- until I returned suddenly to reality.

"How can it be?" I said as my mind jerked back to life, "Uuuuhhh! That's my cum! Oh fuck."

I'd missed the blob on the pillow as I'd cleaned up and now it was gone; sucked into my mouth as I dozed. I frowned and shook my head while realising that it hadn't poisoned me; hadn't killed me or caused me to come out in a rash or anything so perhaps it wasn't so bad -- not so nasty. The blob must have been a considerable one actually, I realised now as I scoured the pillow for other erratic splashes -- the remaining damp patch was quite large......




My Son, My Gay Lover



Shortly thereafter I found myself brushing my teeth before using a mouthwash to clean my mouth of any involuntary tastes, then dressing quickly. At least for the moment I wanted to be well away from the scene of the crime......

Around dinnertime that evening David returned from his foray, now more relaxed although still wary and I made sure that I made no accidental comment about his sexual preferences as we ate dinner. And then, the washing up all done, we both settled in the lounge, me on my PC and David with his laptop, a can of lager beside each of us. At least we were talking occasionally now, although there was still some tension in the air. Neither of us could see what the other was viewing except that every so often a laugh or chuckle or small word might arise from one or other of us as we browsed.

But quietly I'd begun to investigate interactions between men -- not really knowing a whole lot about the subject. Oh hell, I guess I did know a fair bit to be honest, but there were still a few aspects that remained that I wanted to know more about. Vibrators for example weren't part of my life, nor were lubes for that matter and I was curious. Idly I browsed (while keeping one eye on David in case he happened to come my way) and found a site selling various sex aids. Assorted cock-shaped instruments filled the pages -- from small dainty objects to massive oversized things.

I opened the first page and gazed in awe at some of the gigantic tools, then moved on to other inserts. And then I clicked on a link and a video opened -- a video showing the use and insertion of assorted butt plugs and vibrators. But as I moved my pointer to close it down -- scared immediately that this was inappropriate stuff to be browsing near David -- the screen locked.

"Oh bugger! Bloody hell!" I exclaimed before realising that I should have kept quiet.

"What's up Dad?" asked David, rising from his chair, "Got problems?"

And before I could do anything he was at my shoulder, his hand suddenly gripping me tightly.

"Whew!" he exclaimed, seeing the frozen picture of an asshole dilated by a large pink vibrator, "Cor Dad, didn't know you liked stuff like that!"

"Yeah, errr, no, I mean," I blustered, "No -- no -- I was just browsing....."

"What -- on a porn site?" David said, his voice bright and happy, "You dirty old man!"

"It froze and it wasn't a porn site," I explained, my mind only able to come up with that as an excuse, "Anyway I was trying to shut it down...."

David did a bit of multiple key-pressing and the video shut off, leaving me -- well, us now -- looking at a page of various vibrators for sale.

"Easily fixed Dad," David said, "But don't click on links unless you know they're safe. I think that one was ok, but do be careful."

His voice sounded hard and somehow I felt David stiffen beside me as it sank into him that I surely knew of the existence of his own vibrator so to try to relax him I reached up behind me to pat him sociably. But instead of finding his hip or his hand......my hand landed on an extremely considerable bulge -- a cock-shaped bulge.

"Ahhhhh Dad, cut it out!" he cried, twisting away from me, "What the fuck are you doing?"

I had no option but to turn around, to see David standing now some few feet from me with his hands covering his groin, his face all reddened, his jeans stretched over a generous bulge.

"I'm sorry -- it was an accident a complete accident," I managed to say, "Just want to say sorry or something."

"Sorry for what -- sorry for looking at vibrators or sorry for snooping on me in my bedroom?" he said.

"I wasn't snooping -- I was gardening," I said defensively, "Anyway, perhaps you should have kept your window shut."

But the talk about his masturbation had awoken things in me once more; that and the vibrators and plugs had awoken my cock again and now it was rising as if to join in. It was my turn to cover my groin now.

"Oh fuck David -- we can't go on like this," I eventually managed to say as I held down my stiffening penis, "Come on, let's have a good talk....."

I stood up and grabbed David's arm before he had time to react and pulled him towards the settee.

"Go and sit down while I get us some more lager," I said and he did so while I nipped into the kitchen.

There I was able to adjust my cock and make my arousal a bit less obvious.

"Cheers Dad," he said frostily as I handed him his chilly can, "So what do you want to talk about?"

I sat down beside him as I tried to think how to start the conversation.

"Ummm, well, what about what you were doing up there," I said, taking the bull by the horns, "Yeah, I'm sorry I heard you but I can't very well say I didn't, can I?"

"Guess it was my fault," he replied, his eyes downcast, "Should have shut up, shouldn't I?"

I laughed.

"Can't when you're right in the middle of cumming, can you!" I said cheerfully, my words pouring from my mouth, "Sounded as if you were having a good time anyway!"

If David had reddened before, now he turned beet-red in his anguish.

I put my hand on his leg to calm him but instead he almost jumped off the seat!

"Don't -- Dad don't!" he hissed, "Stop it!"

I'd lifted my hand immediately and David equally quickly waved his hands around to get me to move but in doing so he revealed that he was as excited down there as I was!

There down the inside of his other thigh was his very obvious erection, the detail of his penis visible even down to the ridge of his knob.

I managed to lift my eyes from the vision and look at his face, to see his eyes tight shut; his mouth wide open instead.

"For heaven's sake, relax," I said, "I know how easy it is to get excited when you're young, now calm down. Come on, let's talk -- man to man."

That may have been relatively easy to say but I too was hardly relaxed. My own penis had refused to deflate entirely and was now rising once more. This was going to be a very awkward conversation.....whatever we said.

Once again I took the bull by the horns.

"Come on -- we're going to talk about man things -- about masturbation, ok?" I said determinedly, "We all do it, so perhaps we should be a bit more open about it, shouldn't we?"

"If you say so," replied David, still on edge, "So what do you want to know?"

"I don't want to know," I said, "I just want us to be more relaxed about it -- about sex. And I just want to clear the air a bit."

"Go on then...." he replied, "If you must....."

So I explained to him about noticing his interest in cocks rather than pussies and that I'd never seen him with a girlfriend.....

"And those things added together say to me that perhaps you're gay. Am I right?" I said as I watched his eyes carefully.

At that moment his eyes had been somewhat downcast as if not really wanting to hear me lecture him but now they suddenly lifted to look straight at me.

"Daaaaaad," he moaned, "That's not fair -- I'm not gay!"

"Well what are you then?" I asked, persisting with my line of enquiry.

"Oh shit, guess I've got to say it -- I'm bi," he said, his face once again falling, "There, I've said it -- you happy now?"

But actually I wasn't happy for him -- at this moment I felt sorry for having almost forced the words from him and seeing his unhappiness and perhaps anguish I turned to him and held up my arms.

"Come on David, I'm sorry, let me hold you -- I'm really sorry," I said and his own arms enveloped me too and we clung together for a while, "Don't let it worry you."

"I'm not -- and I still love you Dad," he murmured into my ear as our cheeks rubbed together.

"Mmmmm, and you," I replied, "You've been so strong, well done David."

We disengaged and sat back, the matter having been exposed now and no longer acted like a block between us and we actually held hands for a few moments. Not a sexual hand-holding; just two people showing how close they were.

"Ok," I said, looking to bond us more closely and almost desperate to talk about anything but sex, "Tell you what, let's change the subject -- you know how good you are with computers; any chance you could have a go at another problem I've got?"

"Yeah, sure Dad, what is it?" David asked as we stood up.

I moved across the room to my PC with David following me.

"I think I downloaded a search engine that I didn't mean to," I said as I opened my PC browser, "It seems to have taken over from my usual searches and I can't get rid of it."

"Ha -- no problem," said David as he pulled a chair up next to mine, "Let's go into your control panel...."

He was there in a few moments and soon I was able to point out the offending name.

"Oh that," he said, "Yeah, it's a pain -- it always leaves some components behind -- we'll need to do a deep clean-up."

He settled to his task, now delving into the various program folders inside my machine, absorbed in his work while I sat there and watched him. 

And almost inevitably, with nothing better for them to do my eyes fell to his lap -- and there down his thigh was his cock, no longer fully aroused but certainly not flaccid either. His penis actually looked to be quite a bit bigger than mine, I realised, feeling, as the thoughts went through my mind that my own penis was awakening yet again. Subconsciously my hand pushed my rising phallus into a less obvious position, but as I did so I noticed David's penis suddenly jerk and begin to stiffen once more.

I let out a long breath as I wondered how to get out of this, then I suddenly realised that David had just quickly glanced at me -- he knew that I'd looked; he knew that I'd become aroused....and he knew that he too was getting hard!

A quick flurry of keyboard action awoke me just as David sat back.

"Done," he said, "Just running a last clean-up."

But before I could even thank him David held up his hand.

"Look Dad, I think it's my turn to ask the questions," he said firmly, "You keep looking at my cock; you browse for vibrators and you think I'm gay -- so why all the sudden interest in sex?"

"Because....." I began, flustered as I'd not expected to be the defendant.

"...Because you're interested in my sexual preferences, aren't you?" he said, turning his chair towards mine, "So I wonder where you stand?"

Speaking of standing, he now stood up and right before me now was his penis, stretching generously down his inner thigh. He jerked his pelvis towards me; thrusting his penis at me.

"This is what you're interested in, isn't it?" he said almost aggressively, his hand now lifting the bulge to emphasise its outline, "You like looking at my cock, don't you?"

He emphasised the word 'cock' too.

"No -- no, not really," I somehow managed to splutter, "It's just that....."

"It's just that it's a lot bigger than yours isn't it?" he continued and for some reason I found myself nodding -- entirely unintentionally.

"Do you want to see it then?" he asked, jerking his penis up and down, "Yeah, come on, I'm bloody well going to show it to you!"

With that and in seconds he'd undone his belt and jeans and was pushing them down together with his underpants. Then he stood upright before me, his jeans at his knees and his penis jutting imperiously upwards towards me.

My mouth fell open as it stood there and I felt myself utter one single word.

"Wow!" I said as I looked at the object that had been disturbing me so much.

It had to be, to the eyes of someone who loved cocks and even to me, an excellent specimen; a solid eight inches or more in length; a good straight thick shaft and a knob that was, except for the tip, covered by his foreskin. His curly pubic bush was thick and dark and trailed off up his abdomen; his generous balls all crinkled and more lightly haired.

My eyes lifted to look at David's face, seeing him smiling broadly at me.

Then my senses returned in a rush as my parental control tried to take over.

"Ok. Come on, put it away David, stop showing off," I said, "I've seen it now -- yeah, you look good -- ok?"

"No Dad, not yet," he said, his hand now around his shaft, Come on, you hold it!"

"No way," I answered, "Who'd you think I am?"

"Dunno," he said, "But I think you're interested -- you're just not sure....."

His hand moved on his shaft, slowly sliding his foreskin back until his entire knob was revealed; a smooth, glossy, glowing knob.....

"Come on, give me your hand Dad," he said, "Feel how big I am."

But I sat there unable to move, my mind spinning....with my own cock as hard as a rock and David must have seen my response. He stepped closer until his penis was just a couple of feet from my face.

And then he bent over towards me and suddenly I felt his hand on my trouser-clad penis, squeezing me, sliding excitedly over my flesh, causing me to gasp with shock and surprise. 

But instead of pushing him away; telling him to behave; perhaps even punching his lights out, all I could do was to lift my hips towards his hand.

"Oooooh fuck -- don't!" I moaned, "No David, no......"

"Come on Dad, it'll be nice; you'll enjoy it," he said as his hand continued to arouse me, "Put your hand up here."

I couldn't move, but David did, his hand leaving my cock and finding mine and pulling me to him. Limply I just let him wrap my fingers around his penis; then hold my fingers in place as he slid them up and down his length.

"Yeahhhhh Dad, that's good," he moaned, "Come on Dad, you do it."

"Why, why?" I heard myself asking, "I don't want to."

"Yes you do Dad," David continued, his hand still moving mine, "Come on, let me play with yours too."

Somehow he pulled me up until we were standing face to face and somehow his hand found its way inside my trousers. And equally suddenly I realised that it was just me holding his penis on my own, rubbing it steadily....and then he was holding mine too!

"Ahhhhhh!" I cried, "David don't, don't -- it's naughty!"

"It's not naughty," David replied, his hand moving deliciously up and down my cock, "It's good for you!"

I could feel my breath was hot as it left my lips; either that or my lips were hot -- either way I was excited beyond belief and completely captured by the moment. No way did I want to hold David's cock, nor did I want him to hold mine, but here we were, doing it! And I wasn't stopping us, either; I just couldn't.

"That's so nice Dad," said David, "Don't you think it's nice?"

"Ooooh God yesssss," I moaned by way of reply, "Shouldn't be doing this though."

"Yes we should," said David, "We're bonding -- getting to know each other better, aren't we?"

I guess he'd got me there -- certainly I had no intelligent answer, nor could I manage to move away. His hand felt far too nice on my neglected penis and quite honestly, his penis felt incredible in my own hand.

It was delightfully solid and deliciously warm; his foreskin felt so smooth and his cock felt so enormously long too. Every so often it would jump in my hand as if a tremor of excitement had caused it to respond to my hand.

"Yessss Dad," moaned David, sucking his breath in sharply, "Ooooh, don't stop -- that's good, so good!"

Suddenly my hand was slippery as I swirled it over his knob and I looked at my hand, seeing that an eruption of his precum had caused it. Almost excited beyond control I spread the slipperiness over his knob and down his shaft, now actually wanting more precum to appear -- and I wasn't disappointed. 

"Yessss, ooooh fuck," David moaned as his penis disgorged another blob, "You're good Dad, really good."

I felt David's hand come over mine again and he began to move my fist back and forwards faster, before he left me to continue on my own.

"That's better," he said, "Keep doing it like that, please!"

I just had to keep rubbing him -- it was too exciting now to stop and I knew that he must be getting close now.

"You going to cum?" I heard myself asking and I saw David nodding.

"Yeah, yeah," he moaned, "Oh Dad, I'm gonna cum soon -- don't stop!"

I moved my hand even faster now, feeling David's own hand on my penis falter as his own excitement rose and rose. It was hard to keep a good grip on his cock now too, because it kept jumping and shaking and his hips kept thrusting it forward at me.

David was starting to pant now and his hips were jerking continuously and wildly -- I knew that he was about to unload -- and I wanted to make this a good one for him!

"Come on Davy -- let it go -- shoot it, cum for me, cum for me!" I said, my hand still working hard.

Suddenly his hand closed over mine and held it tight while he sucked in a quick breath.

"It's coming Dad, here it comes!" he moaned urgently his hand suddenly jerking mine quickly on his cock, "Ahhhhhh! Here it comes!"

And shoot it did -- right at me!

"Ooooh, ooooh fuck!" shouted David as his first two salvos erupted and splattered up my t-shirt, "Shiiiiiit -- yesssss, ooooh yesssss!"

And I couldn't move or say anything -- I was just completely wrapped up in the excitement of the moment

Another two gushes of cum sprayed my abdomen as his hand worked mine up and down his penis and then his grip relaxed and I was left holding his wet and slippery cum-oozing cock -- in an equally wet and slippery hand.

"Blood hell Dad, you were good -- damn good!" he said, his face glowing and happy, "That's gotta be one of the best ever!"

"Hah -- best ever for you maybe," I said, holding my splattered hand up, "What about me though? I'm covered with your stuff -- you got it everywhere!"

Not only that, I hadn't had an orgasm and David had now seemingly lost interest in my penis.....

"Stay there -- I'll get a towel for you," said David disappearing down the hall.

He was back in moments with a bathroom towel and set about gathering his emissions from my t-shirt. Then he handed the towel to me and I finished the job, wiping his cum from my hand and from my t-shirt where he'd missed a few blobs. As I did so I felt myself breathing in the sexy scent of his cum juice on the towel and for a moment I wanted to hold it to my nose and inhale deeply for some reason.

Instead I made my expiring erection comfortable, tightened my trousers up and sat down, blowing out a long breath.

"Phew," I sighed as I shook my head, "I don't know how you got me to do that."

"You wanted to," replied David as he did up his jeans and sat down, "So thanks Dad -- and did you enjoy that?"

"Sort of," I had to admit, "Never done that before though; dunno what came over me!"

I did -- I came all over you!" David laughed, "Sorry Dad, didn't mean to get it on you but you can only blame yourself really!"

"Why?" I asked.

"Cos you're the one who started all this -- you and your interest in vibrators!" he answered, "Anyway, you should have aimed my cock away from you."

"I just wasn't thinking," I said, realising that I could easily have pointed it elsewhere, "And I'm not interested in vibrators."

David looked pensive for a few moments.

"If I tell you something, you won't get mad, will you?" he asked, carefully and I shook my head.

"I've got a vibrator," he said, his eyes avoiding mine, "There -- I've said it."

He let out a long breath......

"Yeah, I know -- I mean no....I mean I guessed so," I said, feeling my face heating rapidly, "Yeah, well, um, well, why not?"

I didn't really know what I should have said, so now I shut up.

"You don't mind then?" he said and I shook my head again.

"Its fun; I like it," he said still looking away from me, "Makes me, ummm, get there quicker."

It was obviously David's turn to be flustered.....

"So I gather," I said feeling more in charge now, "And does it also help if you say my name when you use it?"

"Dad, stop it....please," answered David, now looking even more flustered but I plowed on.....

"So what do you do with your vibrator? You don't just hold those things against you, do you?" I asked brutally, feeling my penis throb heavily as I spoke, "You shove it up inside don't you?"




My Son, My Gay Lover



The memory of using his vibrator in my own asshole assailed me now and my penis seemed to almost glow and pulsate with heat and excitement.

"Oh fuck!" moaned David, his hands slapping his thighs, "Yes, yes I do -- I bloody well do. You happy now I've said that?"

His admission came as a shock to me; I never really expected him to use such open language and now it was I who was speechless but it was David who spoke again.

"And you know that because you used it too -- I could smell that lotion you use on it," he said, "So don't act all innocent Dad."

Caught -- exposed -- found out -- I was scuppered and speechless again!

There was silence now for a little while before David put his hand on my thigh.....

"Come on Dad," he said, his voice all soft and gentle now, "Let's be honest with each other."

It was his turn to be in control of the conversation....

"Yeah ok," I whispered, still feeling numb.

"I'll go back to the beginning," he said, "I was having a wank and you heard me and I said your name. And I was using my vibrator up inside me and I imagined it was you."

He waited while I nodded my head again.

"And then you borrowed it and you stuck it inside your asshole, didn't you?" he continued, "And I bet you enjoyed it too."

I think that my blush told him everything he needed to know, but then came the admission to end them all......

"And I use it because I don't just imagine it's you -- I want it to be you, you sticking your cock inside me! You filling me up!" he said, before he slumped back, exhausted from releasing everything.

I know that my mouth was hanging open until I reconnected my brain and closed it. I let out a long pent-up breath, then drew another one in.....

"I just don't know what to say, son. So....what do we do now?" I asked, feeling my penis all hot and hard.

"Guess it's up to you Dad," David replied, "Ummmm, you didn't cum earlier did you.....do you want to try now? Would you like me to help?"

My indecision was useless and futile as David took over again.

"Come on then, let's do it!" he said brightly, "Come on Dad, give it a go!"

As he spoke his hand crept across my thigh and found my erection -- while I just sat there and let him. He squeezed and rubbed it for a few moments before moving away -- only as far as my waistline.

"Oh fuuuuuck!" I moaned as I felt him working at my belt and zip, "Oh God, no don't....!"

But my hips were thrusting up at his hand and as he pulled my zip down, my material covered bulge pushed out at him. He grasped my cock and squeezed it again several times, then he stood up.

"Come on then Dad, let's get 'em off," he said as he pushed my trousers and underpants down, "Lift up."

Almost on autopilot I lifted each foot in turn and David removed my clothing, leaving me standing there in my damp t-shirt with my rigid penis jutting before me.

Then, without warning, David bent down and sucked the bell end into his mouth before releasing it again, an action so quick and unexpected that I could only gasp, then stand there quivering all over.

"Stay there," he said, "Won't be long."

He shot up the stairs and was down again in quick time, now holding the pink vibrator in one hand and my lotion in the other.

Moments later and he was stepping out of his own clothes, revealing his own renewed erection. He stropped it a few times before concentrating on the vibrator. He spread some lotion over the end and handed it to me before turning and dropping to his hands and knees; his ass cheeks spread before me, his hole a darker shade of flesh in the centre.

"Come on Dad, use it!" he said over his shoulder, "I'm all ready for you!"

Still shell-shocked I found myself getting down onto my knees too before placing one hand on the small of his back as I leaned forward, the vibrator held out as if to goad him with it.

David wriggled his ass and seemed to flex his hole, pushing it back towards me.

"Don't push too hard," he said, "Not straight away anyway."

"Ohhhhh fuck," I moaned, the enormity of the situation scaring me, "Ok, here it comes....."

I let the end of the lotion-covered instrument touch his asshole, his little crinkled depression giving way as I pushed.

David gave a long sigh of pleasure as I applied some pressure -- then a quick gasp as the end sank out of sight.

"Oooooh Dad, that's nice," he moaned, "More -- push it in more."

My own penis was throbbing and shuddering as I drove the vibrator into my son's asshole while my mind turned over and over as I wondered if I was doing it right -- while also wondering why was I doing this! 

This wasn't exactly good parenting and yet I couldn't stop now.....and by now at least half of the perhaps ten inch vibrator was inside his hole which was also gripping the machine as I moved it in and out.

David was groaning softly as I moved my hand and as I did so my other hand moved to my penis which had remained completely rigid. I gently ran my hand up and down my length, sliding my foreskin back and forward, feeling the sudden slipperiness of my precum.

Then David looked back over his shoulder.

"Dad," he started, "Could you take that thing out of me please."

"Yeah, sure," I said and slowly I pulled the vibrator from his hole which remained open for a few moments before closing, squeezing out a blob of lotion as it did so.

"Now what," I asked, not thinking clearly......

"Put your cock in me instead," he said, "Please Dad, do it for me!"

"Oh my God," I moaned, "What the fuck am I doing?"

But caught up in the excitement, the need and the illicit excitement, I shuffled forward until my penis was just inches from his ass. I took hold of my cock and adjusted the angle of approach, then moved even closer, just as David pushed his ass back at me. We met, my cock bumping into his body an inch or so off-target.

"Ooops, sorry Dad," he said, "I'll hold still....come on."

I couldn't stop now -- I needed some release and the pressure building inside me to perform; to please my son, was huge as well.

My cock slid over his flesh and found the target -- and I pushed gently, feeling the thrill of my penis touching another person's body, feeling the thrill of knowing what I was about to do.

I shuddered all over as I leaned closer, as my penis began to sink into his body. He felt warm and delicious and my cock was being enveloped by a smooth, slippery sleeve that seemed to pulsate around my shaft.

"Oh Daveeeee," I hissed as more of my penis disappeared, "Yesssssss -- fuckin' yesssss!"

I'd closed my eyes now, the better to focus mentally on the action, on the stimulating erotic feel of what we were doing. Slowly I began to move my penis in and out and David groaned beneath me, a soft contented sound.

"You alright?" I asked and David was quick to reply.

"Brilliant Dad," he said, "Bloody wonderful -- thanks Dad, you're super!"

Was I, I wondered -- was I so damn super? Fucking my own son -- what kind of father did that?

But inside me I knew the answer -- a loving father would do that if his son asked him to -- and I loved my son to bits. And anyway, I was doing this for him, wasn't I?

My movements had increased without me realising and now I was beginning to drive my cock deeply into David's asshole, my thighs now slapping against his buttocks with each stroke. And each stroke was bringing more and more stimulation to me -- and seemingly to David too.

"Dad," he said, "Could you hold me while you fuck me."

"Yeah," I said, putting my hands on either side of his waist, "Of course."

"No Dad, hold my cock I meant," he said, "Rub it for me, please."

"Oh God," I muttered as I reached under him and located his penis, "I shouldn't be doing his!"

"Yes you should Dad," David replied, his asshole squeezing my cock tightly, "I want you to -- I want you to fuck me -- I want you to make me cum -- I want you to cum in me Dad!"

That wasn't going to be an option soon, I realised. My level of excitement and stimulation was almost at its peak now -- I was going to cum any time now -- just a few more strokes.......

"Oh David, yessssss," I groaned, my hips rapidly slamming my cock into his hole time after time, "Ooooh fuck -- gonna cum David -- gonna cum!"

"Just do it Dad!" he cried, "For fuck's sake don't stop -- please, please!"

Everything was blurring now as we reached our climaxes. Sweat was running from my brow and my chest and my breathing was ragged and short and quick. David's back was all sweaty and his buttocks were reddened where my hips had pounded him but his energy was still there.

And somehow I was still rubbing his penis as my final jerky thrusts brought me to a pinnacle, then with a cry, I felt myself burst -- I felt my penis swell and go rigid and erupt inside him.

Suddenly David too was crying out as his own penis jerked hard in my fist and began pumping his cum everywhere.

"Oh Davy, Davy -- cumming! Cumming" I moaned, my hips jerking spasmodically, "Can't stop Daveeeee -- I'm cumming!"

My hips just kept on jerking my cock up into his bowels, pouring my spunk into him, soaking his innards with my sperm and with each thrust, with each spurt, so his penis spurted too -- until we'd both emptied our loads completely.

I knelt there behind my son, my hands resting on his back now, my breathing deeper and refreshing, my heart pounding while David looked back at me.

"Hey, you were brilliant Dad," he said with a big grin, "Felt you shooting inside me too. Got me off beautifully!"

"Phew," I said, my breathing still recovering, "You felt damn good too. That was good, really good."

Silently now we remained in place for a little while before I realised that my cock was quickly becoming flaccid.

"Time to take him out," I said, bringing forth a moan from David.

"Oooooh," he moaned, "Don't want you to go; want you to stay there."

"Nah -- my knees are sore," I said, "It's alright for you -- anyway, I want to wipe some of this sweat off me."

My now limp cock did the job for me by just sliding from him, leaving a ring of frothy lotion around his hole and a small bubble of white cum in the centre.

"What did you do with that towel?" I asked as I looked around, but David shook his head.

"Ahhh sorry Dad, I put it back in the laundry bin when I went upstairs. Didn't know we'd be needing one," he said, "The rest are in the airing cupboard."

"In that case I think I'll take a shower while I'm at it," I said as I looked down my sweaty body.

I sniffed, my nose crinkling as the odours of sex pervaded my sinuses.

"Definitely need one anyway," I said.

"Yeah, and me," said David as he stood up, "Can we share?"

"Come on then!" I said amicably as I put my arm around his shoulders, "I'll wash you; you can wash me then."

Our shower is a proper job; one of those where you can move around -- a generous cubicle. Not, I might hasten to add, because I liked to shower with friends but simply because I liked the idea of not bumping my ass against the opposite wall should I bend over. That and the fact that I had a friend who owned a plumbing business and who sold it to me at a discount.....

Soon the water was warm and the suds were everywhere and we were starting to smell a bit better and inevitably too, we'd been touching and our bodies had met -- and our cocks had risen again. We sparred; our two tools clashing wetly; my rapier against his broadsword playing soldiers lightheartedly together.

But then, as I turned around to turn off the water, David's penis thrust beneath my buttocks before retreating then sliding up between my buttocks. Almost inadvertently I wriggled my ass -- a sociable, unintentionally sexy action; a mere lighthearted reaction to the touch of my son against me.

A moment or two later and David's arms reached around my waist as he pulled me tight against him; then, as he disengaged one hand I felt his penis once again between my legs. But this time his body was firmly up against mine as well....

"Fuck Dad, I'm getting all horny again," David hissed in my ear, "Can we do it again?"

I felt that I could really do with a bit of a break; my orgasm in his ass had been energetic and powerful and I wasn't sure I could perform again.

"Not just yet," I said, "Don't think I could."

"I could!" he replied, his penis jerking under my balls, "I could just do with another round. I usually cum more than once -- could we do it, please Dad?"

His penis was sliding back and forward and now, as his hips moved away from me, it slid back up and lodged in my crack.

"Ooooh fuck Dad, feels so good there," he moaned, "Please let me, I still need you."

As he spoke I could feel his hand was adjusting the angle of his penis and now he'd moved it until the end was pressing against me. Suddenly I shivered all over from the feeling of his cock against my flesh but even so, something made me push my buttocks back at him, my back arching as I did so.

"Yeah Dad, just right," moaned David, his breath whispering deliciously on my neck, "Push back a bit more."

Suddenly I came to my senses and I jerked upright and went stiff. Quickly I turned around to face him.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" I asked, "You're trying to put that thing in my ass, aren't you?"

"You want it, don't you?" he husked, his penis pointing at me, the knob all shiny and smooth, "You want to try it, yeah?"

He closed in on me again, pressing me back against the shower wall, his penis hard against my abdomen, his chest warm against mine. He leaned closer and his mouth descended onto mine; my mouth that had been hanging open. His teeth caught my lip and tugged gently before releasing me and closing in, his warm lips enveloping mine.

And somehow I just responded; the pleasurable feelings were too great to ignore; the lust in him was pervading my senses, thrilling me all through.

We kissed for what seemed like ages until David pulled away. His hand reached for mine and pulled me, out of the shower and onto the bath mat. Moments later and he was drying me all over, rubbing my hair and my back and my chest and my legs...and my cock too!

I closed my eyes in ecstasy as his strong hands worked away; then gasped quickly as I felt his mouth engulf my throbbing penis.

"Daveeeee," I hissed, "Stop it -- stop it!"

"Why Dad?" he asked from down there, "Don't you like that?"

"Love it," I moaned as I shuddered from his oral touch, "I'll want more though....."

"Mmmmmm," he replied, "Lots more to come Dad, lots more."

Dry now, all except one bit of me, David stood up again and pulled me from the bathroom and across to my bedroom where he pushed me gently onto my bed. I lay back, pliant and yet aroused, relaxed and yet wildly excited as David looked down at me, his penis still as hard and as large as ever.

"Stay there, I'll be back in a mo," he said and he was gone, soon to return, once again with the lotion and the vibrator.

A shudder of some kind went from head to toe and back as I realised the implication of those items while my penis at least managed to remain stiff, but I was not a little concerned.

"I still don't know if I can," I said, "I think I need a bit longer before I'll be able to cum again."

"Don't worry Dad, I know I can," said David, "Anyway, you don't need to cum -- you don't even need to be hard."

"Why, why's that?" I asked, not understanding.

David smiled broadly as he climbed onto the bed. He spread my legs apart; then moved a pillow and lifted my buttocks up. Soon the pillow was beneath me -- and realisation hit me!

"No David -- no way!" I cried, "I've never....."

"Always a first time for everything!" he replied as he shuffled up the bed towards me, "I'll be gentle with you, I promise!"

His large firm hand was on my hip now, holding me in place as he anointed his penis with lotion. I'm not sure that he could actually have kept me there had I have tried to escape but somehow I was putty in his hands -- somehow I seemed to be almost eager to have his penis inside me now!

Certainly I was quivering with anticipation -- and possibly with excitement. Certainly my breaths were coming quickly and sharply and my heart was pounding. Certainly too my eyes were locked on his erection and my lips were as wet as my tongue.

And now he was closing in; holding his lotioned erection to point it at my asshole. I held my breath as I felt his cock touch me; then sucked in a quick breath as I felt him push against me.

"I'm not sure we should be doing this," I muttered, squirming my body around, "Don't think it's a very good idea...."

"Hold still Dad and push out," David said, ignoring my pleas, "It won't hurt so much then."

"I don't want it to hurt at all!" I moaned, "Ooooh fuck -- careful....!"

He was applying more pressure now and his body was leaning over mine too -- there was no way out now but somehow I wasn't even trying to escape......

"Ooooo God, ohhhhhh, owww, owww!" I moaned as his penis stretched my asshole, "Stop -- you've gotta stop...."

The pain wasn't all that intense but the emotion was massive.

"Can't now, can I?" David replied, "I've gotta do it!"

I shut my eyes as if to close out the pain and the sight of my son looming over me as his penis began to invade me but all that did was to enhance the sensations as his cock started to slide into me.

"Yeahhhhh," moaned David, "Ooooh Dad, I'm in you -- inside your ass!"

I felt his body descend onto mine now and an exciting warmth spread from my ass as his penis settled deep and comfortably inside me.

"Ooooh Davy, that feels good," I moaned as I enjoyed the incestual moment, "You feel so big!"

"Yeah and it went in so easily," he replied, "You must have been really ready for me!"

Had I been ready for him? Had I really wanted him to fuck me? His vibrator must have somehow accustomed my asshole to being invaded; either than or there had always been a part of me ready for him. But why had I let him get his penis inside me? Millions of thoughts swirled through my brain as I came to grips with the situation. We'd played together, kissed and caressed each other and now we'd fucked together. Was I as gay as I'd said he was? 

Hell -- I knew I wasn't gay but this had been so damn exciting; so bloody pleasurable and I just knew that we'd do it again. So what if we were gay!

But right now David was beginning to move, starting to slide his entire length in and out of me.

"Bloody hell David, how far up are you going?" I moaned as his penis stretched my bowels, "Oooooh shiiiiit -- careful, I'm not used to you yet."

But it was getting better with every stroke now and as David changed his angle of approach I felt my own penis begin to stiffen once more. I shivered all over as his penis probed me in a different way now, his strokes now sending thrills right up my cock.

"Oooooh yessss," I hissed, "That's nice David -- that's better."

A string of precum welled from my cock and dribbled onto my abdomen and another spasm of pleasure set me quivering. Another small dribble of precum emerged as David looked down and smiled.

"Found your prostate Dad," he said, "That's better, isn't it."

"Fuck yesssss," I moaned, needing more now, "Shut up and fuck me, just fuck me!"

His movements continued unabated, his penis steadily sliding through my sensitive sphincter muscles as he fucked me and gradually, instead of pain, a delicious feeling of sexual excitement grew inside me. Steadily it grew -- then my brain understood -- I wanted him to complete the loving -- to empty his sperm in me, to give back what I'd given him. I actually needed him now; I actually wanted him to screw me to the bed!

"Ooooh David, I want you, I want you David," I moaned as his strokes continued, "You're gonna cum in me, aren't you?"

"When I'm ready Dad," he replied between breaths as he began to move faster, "Getting there."




My Son, My Lover Ch. 01



Heres the continuation of My Daughter,My Lover. Please vote. I enjoy your comments, tell me what you think.

My husband, Mike, was going on another business trip, and this time he was taking our 19 year old daughter Ronnie with him, she wanted to look into some colleges in the area he was going to. I didn’t really mind him going, after all we’ve been drifting apart for years now, we hardly ever have sex anymore. I really miss that, it used to be great, but now, when we did it, it seemed more like a chore that had to be done. Anyway, they left for the airport, leaving Drew, my 18 year old son and I alone. I thought to myself that at least I’d be able to do a few of those little jobs that always seem to accumulate if you don’t keep on top of them, boy, as it turned out I was wrong.

Drew decided he wanted to go for a swim in our pool, so he changed and went out back, while I started to tidy up in my room. After I finished, I decided I’d check to see if Ronnies room was tidy, I was amazed to find that it was. I was about to leave the room when I happened to glance out the window into the back yard. I saw Drew was swimming a few laps, he is a very good swimmer, there’s a chance of a scholarship to several colleges if he can keep up his form, not that he needs an athletic scholarship, he’s such a quick learner he can master anything in a few minutes, I guess it helps having a photographic memory. 

He finished as I watched and started to climb out of the pool. I must admit I was taken aback at how good he looked, the water running off his muscled chest as he rose from the pool. Then I gasped, he was wearing new trunks, they were much tighter than anything I’d seen before, they were very tight and there was a big bulge in his trunks. I froze, staring, in his tight trunks I could clearly make out his large cock and balls, his were bigger than his fathers I thought. At least they looked it from here. I couldn’t believe my son was so well equipped. I watched as he dried himself and went to lie in the sun, my eyes never leaving his cock. I decided it was time I took a swim as well.

I immediately went back to my room to change, I wanted to get outside as soon as possible. I stripped off my dress and then removed my bra, I wasn’t surprised to find my nipples were hard. What did surprise me however, was when I took off my panties I discovered my labia were engorged, and there were traces of lubrication. I was really turned on, looking at my sons private parts, even covered, had turned me on. Was I sick or something, I mean he was my son, my own flesh and blood. I’d seen Drew swimming before without having any reaction, why was he affecting me now? Had I been so long without sex that even the glimpse I’d had was enough to excite me?

I looked at my naked body in the mirror, sure I didn’t have big breasts, none of the women in my family did, and Ronnie has carried on the tradition, but they were firm and high, there was no sag at all. Not bad for a woman my age. I next looked down at my pussy, I thought I had nothing to be ashamed about there either. The lips weren’t as tight as they had been, but then again, I had passed two children through them, and besides I was excited. I was very familiar with my pussy, after all, my fingers had, had sex with it a lot more than Mikes cock had. Looking at my body, I again, as I did so often lately, wondered why our relationship had deteriorated to the extent it had. I mean I looked sexy, why weren’t Mike and I interested anymore, was it time to get a divorce?

Still, realising time was passing, I knew now wasn’t the time to think about that, now I had to put on my bikini and go down to the pool, though if you asked me why I had to go to the pool I wouldn’t really be able to tell you, or myself. I mean what kind of mother goes out to check out her sons body? My kind obviously. 

I quickly dressed in my bikini, then stood looking at myself in the mirror. My breasts, while small, were nicely supported by my top, which only covered them to just above the nipple, exposing the upper half of my breasts. The bottoms were slightly bigger than g-string, but not much, and I noticed that I could quite clearly make out the lips of my pussy. For a second or two I was on the virge of changing back, but then I thought about my sons penis, and how much I wanted to sneak a peek at it again. Before I could change my mind I grabbed a towel and went downstairs.                      

Once I got outside I went to lie down beside the pool, as I walked to my favourite sunning place, I noticed out of the corner of my eye Drew watching me, it seemed he liked my suit. I lay down and reached for my sun tan lotion, I stopped when Drew spoke. “Mom, do you want me to put that on for you?” I didn’t hesitate and told him he could if he wanted. I heard him get up and start walking towards me, I turned my head and watched him come. I looked at his well tone muscles flex as he walked, he certainly was built, I don’t know why I’d never noticed before. Then I noticed one muscle that wasn’t flexing, his cock was rock hard, it was bigger than I’d thought upstairs. I could feel myself getting wet just looking at him. Come on Helen, get a grip, he’s your son. Then I realised that’s what I wanted to do, get a grip, even if he was my son. Confused, I rolled onto my stomach so he could do my back.

I heard Drew open the bottle of lotion and squirt a little onto his hand, then I heard him working his hands together before he applied the lotion to me. I was on edge as I waited for him to begin, I didn’t have to wait long.

He put his hands on my shoulders and began rubbing the lotion in, though to me it seemed more like he was caressing me. I loved it. His strong hands roamed over my back and shoulders, stopping only to squirt more lotion onto his hands. Then one of his hands touched the side of one of my breasts, he immediately, to my regret, pulled it away. It must have been an accident I thought as her returned to my back. However, when I didn’t say anything about what had happened, he obviously was encouraged to do it again. This time there was no doubt about it when his hand touched my breast, my son was deliberately touching it, he wanted to feel my breast. Still, he could only do it for so long before it became too blatant to ignore, and before he reached that point, to my disappointment he removed his hand. Then his other hand did the same to my other breast, Drew was obviously as interested in my body as I was in his.

Having finished with the top half of my body he moved down to my legs and began to work on them. As his hands moved up and down my legs I moved them slightly apart. Drews hands paused instantly, I realised that with my legs spread the way they were he could see the bulge of my pussy, maybe even a camel toe. He resumed his actions, but now I knew he was distracted by what he could almost see. He stopped again when he finished my legs, he was reluctant to do my butt, or thought I’d be reluctant to let him do it. Boy was he wrong. 

“What’s the matter, Drew, you haven’t finished.”

“Mom, I’ve finished your legs, there’s only your ass left, I just thought you’d want to do that yourself.”

“It’s okay Drew, you can do it. After all you’re not some stranger, you’re my son.”

After a slight hesitation he just said “Okay.” And reached for the bottle again.

Then he began applying the lotion to my butt, it was so erotic, my son, touching me so intimately, after all with the bottoms I had on virtually only my ass crack and pussy were covered. He had full access to the rest, and he made good use of the opportunity, I was really getting hot, too hot, I finally had to stop him, telling him that was enough, and that I could take care of the rest.

Drew just said no problem and moved back to where he was before, I turned over as he sat down, from what I saw between his legs, my son was certainly turned on. Damn I thought, its been years since I had that effect on his father, still I was glad I still had it, even if it was only my son I’d succeeded in turning on. I decided I’d tease him a little more.

I began applying the lotion, I reached across my body, bumping my breasts as I did so, and worked on one arm, then did the other. Then I moved onto my shoulders, pushing my breasts out towards Drew as I did. Finally I began lotioning my breasts, I took my time, from the corner of my eye I saw that my son was watching very closely, that really turned me on, my nipples were fully erect, pushing out my top, knowing Drew could see them made it even better. 

I quickly covered my stomach and then moved on to the final act. I sat up and leaned forward so my son could get a good view of my breasts as I began to rub the lotion onto my feet and legs. I took my time, just letting him look at me, finally, though I was finished. I lay back with my legs slightly parted. With my sunglasses on Drew couldn’t see my eyes, but I could see his. He was running his eyes up and down my body, his cock was as hard as ever. Just looking at it through his trunks was too much, I had to go inside as soon as I could and relieve myself.

When I could no longer wait, I got up and went inside, heading straight to my room. I closed my door and pulled my suit off before climbing onto the bed. I lay back and began moving my hands over my body, imagining they were my sons. I caressed my breasts, squeezing them gently before moving on to my nipples. I took my nipples between my fingers, pulling them slightly, but I’ve never been that excited by having my breasts played with, so I moved on with the next stage.

I raised my legs so that my feet were flat on the bed, and spread them apart as I moved my hand between them onto my pussy. As soon as I touched myself I knew I was really turned on, my labia were fully engorged and parted, I was ready to mate, unfortunately I didn’t have a cock handy for the job. Except my sons, and he was downstairs, so I’d have to settle for my fingers, as usual.

I stroked my pussy, whispering to myself, “No, Drew, no we shouldn’t.” Though I must admit I wasn’t putting up a fight. My fingers were quickly covered with my juices which were flowing from my aroused genitals. I dipped a couple of fingers into my vagina, I was so wet I had no difficulty penetrating my passage, I could feel my vaginal muscles flexing around them. But I knew I wanted more than just my fingers, and, while I couldn’t have what I really wanted I did have the next best thing. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and moved them to my mouth where I licked them clean, I love the taste, I always have. Hardly a day goes by that I don’t masturbate, sometimes just to get the juice. But not this time, this time I wanted something in me.

I reached into my bedside table, and, in the back of the drawer, I quickly found my dildo. I ran the head up and down my slit, smearing my juices over it, getting it ready. Then I reached down and splayed my lips open, guiding the dildo to my entrance, I gently pushed and the head sank into my vagina. Once I was sure it was in place I released my labia and they closed around the shaft. Then I began to fuck myself.

I pushed the dildo in as far as I could, my body reacted immediately to being so filled, I loved the feeling, it had been so great with my husband, originally, then I’d never needed an artificial substitute, but lately I hardly had anything else. Still, a fake cock is better than no cock at all. I added my other hand to the dildo and began to move it in and out with an ever increasing rhythm. The pleasure was so great I could no longer keep my eyes open, as they closed I began tossing my head around, I was so turned on I couldn’t control my body. I was fully focused on what was happening between my legs, I could feel the dildo thrusting in and out of my vagina, and hear the sound it made as it did so, but that was it. I began fantasising that there was a warm body attached to the dildo, that it was a real cock, that I was being fucked by a real man. I could see him in my minds eye, then I realised it wasn’t just any man, it was Drew, my own son was fucking me. I was getting nearer, oh so near, to coming. I had to come, I reached for my clit, gently took it between my fingers, and squeezed. That was it, I came, I came like I’d never come before, ecstasy shot through my body in wave after wave, it was too much, I slumped back, gasping as my climax took over my body. I don’t know how long I lay there exhausted, my body sated with pleasure, but finally I opened my eyes, and stared, stunned. There, standing in the doorway, framed by my raised and opened legs was my son, Drew.

He just stood there, staring at my naked body, I don’t know how long he’d been there, but I’m sure he’d gotten quite a show, watching his mother masturbate. Watching my dildo going in and out of my pussy, watching me come. I didn’t move, why should I, after all he’d already seen everything a mother isn’t supposed to let her son see, her breasts and pussy. I reached down and slowly pulled the dildo out, his eyes followed my every movement. He watched as my labia closed, and just looked at my pussy, my now empty slit fully exposed by my position. Suddenly, as if only just realising what he was doing, Drew turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

To be continued.



My Son, My Lover Ch. 02



My feet curled. My back arched. I gave a low guttural cry as I orgasmed. I felt that wonderful warm blush on my cheeks and breasts. I twisted the dildo inside me, pressing it against the roof of my vagina, squeezing on it. Another orgasm ripped through me, and I bet my lips to keep from crying out. I pulled the drenched fake penis from me and brought it to my lips. I inhaled the scent of my own cum, and licked it, tasting my juices from the hard rubber, remembering how I’d done the same to my husband’s cum-covered flesh relishing in our combined flavors from his so masculine flesh.

Suddenly, it was James’ cock, dripping with his cum and mine, and I was sucking it eagerly, hungrily. I recoiled from the thought. 

In an agony of guilt and shame, I put the dildo back into the drawer, and lay back. I felt my cum juices dribbling down my thighs. There was a large wet spot on the sheet under me. I lay awake, I don’t know how long, finally falling into an uneasy sleep.

I heard a voice. Sleep wouldn’t release me. I must have been dreaming. Someone was calling me, gently shaking my shoulder. I shifted, and my buttocks felt the warm damp spot beneath them. In a semi-dream state, my eyes parted. A familiar face was near mine, but sleep and some deep desire blurred my vision. 

“Honey,” I whispered. “I had a terrible dream.”

“Wake up,” the voice was soft but urgent. “You’ve been moaning for hours. Wake up.”

“Nightmares,” I mumbled. “Terrible dreams. So alone. So cold.”

“Because you’ve kicked all the covers off.”

I felt the sheets being pulled over me. Vaguely I remembered I was nude.

“Hold me,” I whispered.

I closed my eyes and waited for the embrace. “Please,” I said, reaching out. “Hold me, baby. I’m so cold.”

Strong arms encircled me and held me tight. His broad chest was against me, warm and strong. I rested my cheek on his shoulder. His hands moved slowly over my back. His touch was light and comforting. I let him hold me, smelling his flesh; clean with a hint of soap. The stubble on his chin and cheek felt scratchily familiar. It was late of course. He hadn’t shaved. I wondered what time it was. Soon, he’d have to get ready for the office. I stretched, shifting in his arms. My lips sought his. I’d send him to work happy.

Eyes closed, my lips found his. He stiffened, almost resisting. Then his lips parted, and our tongues met. I moaned as we kissed. It had been so long, so very long. My hands clasped the back of his head. His short-cropped hair was soft. His lips were warm and moist. His tongue danced with entwining, parting, slipping from his mouth to mine, and mine. I nibbled his lower lip gently with my teeth. 

A hand cupped my bare breast. A thumb touched my nipple. The fleshy circle tightened. The nib stiffened almost immediately. Tingles radiated outward, downward through me. I felt damp warmth between my thighs. His palm covered my breast, his fingers closing over the firm globe pulling softly yet urgently.

His other hand slid down my naked back, through the dip of my waist, and over the swell of my buttocks. His middle finger rubbed through the crevice of my ass. I murmured intelligibly. My head lolled back, and his gentle kisses went up and down my throat.

“Oh yes, my darling,” I whimpered. “Oh yes. It’s been so long.”

His voice was husky. “You are so beautiful.”

I clasped his head, and pushed it down to my breasts. His lips took in a nipple hungrily. I moaned as his tongue laved over the super-sensitized flesh. A hand covered my mound, and my thighs parted in anticipation. I lay back, as he suckled and licked my heaving breast and the fingers of his hand toyed with my swelling moist labial lips. A finger gently grazed my swelling clit, and I gasped. I covered his hand with mine, spreading my fingers over his. I guided him to part me, to enter me. My vaginal muscles closed around him

“I’ve wanted this ever since I can remember,” he whispered. “Are you sure?”

“I’m yours, my darling,” I hissed back, my back arching in anticipating as his fingers probed at my moist folds. “I’m yours. I always have been.”

He knew I was ready. Other times, he would have gone down on me, his tongue driving me wild with need. Or I might have taken his lovely manhood between my lips, until he was desperate for relief. But now, we were both desperate. 

He mounted me carefully. His strong thighs nestled between my. I spread my legs eagerly, wrapping them around his. His hardness rubbed up and down my slit teasingly.

“Please,” I begged, my voice hitching with desire. “Please.”

I reached down to guide him. My hand closed around the warm thick column of flesh. I felt the prepuce slide down freeing the fat swollen cockhead. It touched my labial lips. It was hot, throbbing. He gave a soft groan as his cockhead parted me, entering me. He paused, as my pussy opened, then clenched tightly around him.

I sighed softly. He pushed a little. My wetness made his entry effortless. I clasped his head, clamping my lips to his as his length filled me, his girth stretching me fully open. And still he entered me, inch by long sensuous inch. I whimpered into his kiss, until his fleshy sack rested firmly against my perineum.

He lay motionless atop me, his cock throbbing within me. I tightened my legs about him, clutching his shoulders and pressing his body tightly down on mine. His pubis was pressing on my clit, making me shudder in delight. Each small movement sent a new wave of pleasure rippling through me. He began to withdraw, as slowly as he entered. His lips left mine. He gave a soft sibilant sound as my wet hole tried to close on him, hold him within me. Yet, I felt the exquisite sensation of his emptying me preparatory to filling me again. His lips closed over my stiff aching nipple as his hardness slid into me again. I rolled my hips up, spreading myself as wide as possible. I heard his deep growling sound as he penetrated me again. He was so big, so thick. His cock seemed to impale me, spreading my vagina as his fat cockhead sought my cervix. He suckled and nibbled my breast, his hands gliding over my sides, my waist, downward then up again to cup my other breast. His body was taught and hard on mine. Raising himself up on his arms, he began to thrust in earnest. 

“Oh my god,” I moaned, my voice catching. “Oh my god, darling. Yes. Oh yes.”

His proud cock was fully coated with my juices now, sliding effortlessly in and out of my willing wet hole. My vaginal muscles were buttery warm around him. My hands found the round hard globes of his buttock, fingers splaying over him, palms pressing him to me.

Finally I opened my eyes. 

James’ face was above mine, eyes closed in sheer sexual abandon. It wasn’t my husband. It was my son fucking me.

I gave a strangled cry. His eyes opened. James smiled down at me, and thrust hard. I gasped as the sensation of his hugeness found my wet depths. I pushed on his shoulders, pushing him away. This couldn’t happen. 

His face came down on mine. Our lips met. Again and again he thrust. In spite of my horrified shock, my body was betraying me. I could feel the heat building in my belly. My cunt was stretched wide, filled with James’ magnificent cock. James thrust deep, and paused. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered. “Tell me to stop. I will. I’ll leave you and go back to my room.” His whisper was strained. His hard body rested on me, covering my. My pussy was embracing his length, caressing it. Inside me, his enormous cock was throbbing. I could feel each pulsating inch of him buried in my wet flesh.

His lips brushed my cheeks, moving to my ear. His tongue gently touched my lobe, making me shudder under him in wanton need. 

“Tell me to stop,” he repeated.

My lips parted, but no sound came except a strangled moan. I was so close. So very close to the release my body craved. No, that’s not true. Not just my body. The release I needed, I myself as a woman. 

Tears trickled down my cheeks. Tears of desire and frustration and tormenting guilt. 

“No,” I managed huskily. “No, please.”

James looked at me, and began to withdraw. Slowly, his cock began to pull out of me. My pussy clutched at him. His face was drawn.

“No,” I cried, clutching at him. “Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me like this, James. Please!”

His lips covered mine, His tongue filled my mouth, and his cock rammed back home. He began to thrust again. Our tongues met, parted, and met again. He thrust again and again.

My hips matched his motions, giving wet slurping noised as he impaled me again and again. 

The fire in my belly grew intense. The warmth began to spread upward to my breasts and downward to my cunt. 

“James,” I cried. “James! Oh baby, now. Now! Oh god, NOW!”

Raising himself on his arms again, James increased his thrusts. My head rolled form side to side. His face strained as he struggled to control himself.

A violent thrust, withdrawal, and he thrust again. I went over the edge with a cry. My hips surged upward to receive him, and my orgasm exploded. My cum dew flooded around his throbbing member. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rocked me. My hands raked over his bare back. The first wave passed rapidly, and a second swelled in its place. I cried out as the next orgasm sent my senses reeling.

“Oh my god,” James moaned. His hands grasped my buttocks, as he pounded his cock into my flowing pussy. “Oh my GOD!”

His climax erupted within me. His hot sperm spewed into my depths, coating and surrounding his cock with liquid heat. Our cums commingled and trickled out of my labial lips, wetting my thighs and dribbling down my ass. 

James thrust again, withdrew, and thrust again as his climax spent itself in my welcoming depths. 

With a loud groan, James collapsed atop me. We lay entwined, motionless except for our heavy breathing. His sweaty torso was pleasantly heavy atop me, and his still spasming cock was nestled comfortably inside my still convulsing hole. He kissed me again and again and again. He moved his cock slowly inside me, until a third orgasm racked me under him, as intense as the previous two, but milder and satisfyingly slower in ebbing.

As consciousness began to fade, I heard him whisper, “You’re mine now.”

And as I drifted into sleep, I knew it was true.

TO BE CONTINUED



My Son, My Lover Ch. 02



I lay there my mind running over what had just happened. My son had seen my naked body, not only that, he’d seen me playing with myself, he’d watched me fucking myself with my dildo, and, judging from the bulge I’d seen in his trunks, he’d been turned on by it. I absent mindedly brought the dildo to my lips and started to lick off my juices as I thought it over. I began to wonder if maybe my fantasy of having sex with my son might not be just a fantasy. He was obviously equipped to do the job, all I’d have to do is give him the opportunity. I realised that now, when he was so excited, would be the best chance I’d have. I didn’t know if he’d want to have sex with me, or if he’d be turned off by me being his mother, but I had to try, I had to see if I could seduce him. I now knew what I wanted, and the fact that it was hanging between my sons legs didn’t matter. I wanted a real cock in me again, and I wanted that cock to be Drew's. 

Having made my decision I put the dildo back, and quickly got up, putting my robe on over my naked body. Then I left my room and walked down the hall to Drews room. I paused, took a deep breath, turned the handle and entered his room. 

I was surprised at what I saw, my son was laying on his bed, stark naked, his hand moving up and down his fully erect cock. At least it was until he saw me come into his room. When he saw me he froze. “Mom.” He stammered, “what are you doing here? You didn’t knock.”

“I know, Drew,” I replied, “but neither did you.”

“I heard you moaning mom, I thought you were ill.”

“Thank you for being concerned. I just wanted to talk to you about what happened, but I don’t want to interrupt you. You just finish and we’ll talk.” When I made no effort to leave the room he just told me that he couldn’t do it with me in his room, watching. I reminded him that he’d watched me, and turn about was fair play. Besides, everyone masturbated, it was perfectly natural.

While we’d been talking I’d been exploring his body with my eyes, he looked so solid, so firm, except his cock. My presence had obviously caused him to lose his erection, and he was trying to hide it with his hands, but even so it had looked beautiful. My son had a wonderful cock, from what I’d seen earlier it was at least 2 inches longer than his fathers, and a lot thicker. My pussy juices started flowing as I thought about having that beautiful piece of meat inside me.

Drew was just lying there, staring at me, he wasn’t even trying to start masturbating again. I decided to give him some help. “Drew, you have to finish when you start, it’s bad for you to stop. I’m sorry I interrupted you. Tell you what, if you think it might help I’ll let you look at my body again.” Drew nodded and started stroking his still soft cock. I reached up and pushed one sleave of my robe off my shoulder and then did the same for the other. When my second arm was free I gently shook my shoulders and my robe fell to my waist, leaving my breasts totally exposed to my son.

I’d kept my eyes on Drew the whole time, as soon as my gown dropped his eyes locked on my breasts and his cock started getting hard. It just grew and grew, until finally it was fully erect. It was the most magnificent cock I’d ever seen, so long, so thick, so hard. I wanted it even more. Even his balls were bigger than his fathers, they were at least twice the size. I could feel my breasts swelling with excitement, my nipples peaking. It wasn’t only the sight of my sons cock, it was the thought that I was exposing myself to him, that he was using my body to help to masturbate. We must have been a sight, a mother standing topless, allowing her son to look at her bare breasts as he masturbated, while she was all the time watching him do it.

I reached for my belt, the only thing holding my robe up, the only thing stopping my son from seeing my pussy. I slowing undid the bow, and, as soon as it was released, my robe flowed down my lower body to the floor. I was totally naked before my son.

Drew immediately sped up his hand, his eyes locked on my pussy. Not that he could see much of it, I made sure to keep my legs together, I wanted to tease him, I wanted him to come back for more, much more. Still it was hard, just standing there, watching him. Seeing his hand moving up and down I imagined it was me instead of him, but more so, my hand, no, my mouth, no my pussy. God, I really wanted that cock, it was all I could do to stop my hand reaching between my legs, to join him in masturbating. I was so wet between my legs, it would be so easy, so very easy. But I wanted more than to masturbate with him, well that would be okay, but I wanted more too, I wanted him in me, I’d just have to wait. He was going faster and faster now, I knew he wouldn’t be long, I couldn’t wait to see him shoot. 

I didn’t have long to wait, within seconds I saw his cock flex and the first spurt of cum shoot out onto his chest. Spurt after spurt followed, I counted each one, when he finally finished my count was up to six. I didn’t know if it was because of his youth, or because he was using his mothers naked body to aid his masturbation, but he certainly beat my husband. Mike usually only shot three times, four on a good day, and there weren’t many of those. 

Drew sank back, releasing his shrinking cock, lying there covered in semen. I took a good look at him, it was a picture I’ll never forget. My son, lying naked, fully exposed, I wanted to go to him, to lick his cock and body clean, to eat his cum, but I knew it was too soon. I merely said, “See Drew, that wasn’t so hard was it.” He jumped, he’d obviously forgotten my presence in his condition. “Just relax for a while, then have your shower and get dressed. I’ll meet you downstairs later and we’ll talk about what just happened.” Then I turned, letting him see my naked ass, bent over slowly and picked up my robe, and holding it in my hand, walked slowly out of the door and back to my room.

When I shut my door I leaned against it, thoughts running through my mind a mile a minute. Did I dare do it, have sex with my son? I mean it is the ultimate taboo, then I thought about his cock, I wanted it too much to care. Now all I needed to do was make it happen. Determined I went to take my shower, already thinking about how I’d go about getting Drew into bed.

To be continued.



My Son, My Lover Ch. 03



It was more than an hour later before Drew came downstairs, I guess he’d been trying to get up the nerve. I decided I needed to calm him down if I was to get what I wanted. “Come here, Drew.” I said, patting the couch beside me. He reluctantly did as I requested, and I continued. “Drew, are you upset, or sorry about what happened?”

“No, mom. It was just strange, me doing that with you in the room, especially with you, you know.”

“Naked. You mean with me naked?”

“Yes, mom.” He said, blushing slightly, “Naked.”

“You’ve seen a naked woman before Drew, haven’t you?”

“Only in magazines, mom.”

I was surprised, “But what about the girls you date, haven’t you seen them naked, you know when you…”

“Mom! None of the girls I date have let me see them, hell, I have hardly touched them.”

“You mean that you haven’t had sex yet, that you’re a virgin?” I asked, excited at the thought that I might be my sons first sexual experience. “Don’t you want to have sex with them?”

“Of course I do, but we get started and something happens and they change their minds.”

“What happens Drew?”

“I don’t know, we start making out and then they stop, and say it’s time to go home. I must be doing something wrong.”

This was the opening I’d hoped for, my chance to get things started. “Tell you what, Drew. Why don’t you show me what happens on your dates and I’ll tell you what’s going wrong. Okay?”

“Okay. We’re sitting in my car, and I put my arm around their shoulders.”

“Drew, I said show me. Do to me exactly what you do to your girlfriends.”

“But mom, I can’t touch you like that, you’re my mother.”

“It’ll be okay, Drew. We’re just doing this to help you, its not as if anything is going to happen between us.” Unless I get my wish, I thought to myself. “Besides, you’ve already seen my naked body, a little touching can’t hurt. Anyway, you said you never got very far, so what will it hurt?”

He thought it over for a minute, then hesitatingly put his arm around my shoulders. “Then I…”

“Drew, don’t waste time talking, just show me, I’ll tell you when you go wrong.”

Drew nodded, then turning me to face him he started kissing me, it was the first time we’d kissed like this, strange, I thought, we’ve seen each other naked, but we’ve never kissed before. Not real kisses. Man, woman kisses. I was really getting into it when I felt his hand move onto my breast, it was getting better and better. Then I felt a sudden shaft of pain shoot through my body, he was squeezing my breast, way too hard. I jerked away from him, dislodging his hand, boy that hurt, no wonder his dates had lost the urge. I wanted to make love to my son badly, but now I had totally lost my arousal. Still, maybe I could make this work for me.

“Sorry mom, but you asked me to show you what I did. You reacted in exactly the way my dates do. What am I doing wrong?” he said, almost in tears.

“It’s okay, Drew, I know what the problem is. You squeezed my breast too hard, it hurt.” I told him. “No woman likes having her breasts squeezed like that, well there might be some, those who are into pain. You’ve just got to be more gentle, tell you what I’ll show you how.” I could feel my excitement begin to grow. I moved us back into position and guided his hand onto my breast, then I lightly squeezed it, applying very little pressure so he could tell the difference. “There, Drew, that’s about the right amount of pressure to apply. You see the difference?” He nodded. “Good, but this isn’t working, it’s hard to really show you through my clothes. Would it be okay if I take off my blouse and bra?” He nodded again, his eyes locked on my hands as I raised them to the buttons of my blouse.

I slowly began undoing my blouse, strangely it felt sexier doing this than stranding naked in front of him had. Here I was undressing in front of my son, I was going to slowly uncover my body, trying to turn him on so he’d fuck me, fuck his mother. Just the thought turned me on as well, I could feel my nipples hardening as my excitement mounted, I knew my pussy was also getting juicy, my body was getting ready for what it wanted, cock, it didn’t care that the cock it wanted was attached to my son, the one cock I shouldn’t have, and neither did I. For the first time in years I wanted, I needed, to have sex, the fact that it was my son I wanted to have sex with didn’t matter, it only made it hotter. To break one of society’s main rules, to let my own son penetrate my body with his cock, to enter the vagina he passed through at birth, to have at least part of my son back inside me, to mate with my own child. God, I wanted it so, my hands trembled with excitement on the buttons.

Finally I finished, I pulled my blouse off, dropping it to the floor, now I was sitting beside Drew naked to the waist except for my bra. Drew kept his eyes on me as I reached behind my back for the catch of my bra, once I unfastened it I moved one arm to cover my still bra clad breasts. I used my other hand to push the strap off my shoulder, then I carefully replaced my first arm with the other, then I moved the other strap. Drew followed my every action, I think I had my fish on the line, soon it would be time to reel him in. I pulled the strap down my arm, as I straightened the arm concealing my breasts I moved the other arm to take its place, still covering my breasts. Then I repeated the action, finally only my arm was holding my bra in place. I carefully moved my free hand under my bra, cupping my breast, feeling my nipple digging into my palm. Once I was comfortable, I moved my covering arm, the cup dropped free, now only my hand was between my son and him seeing my naked breast. It took a bit of an effort but I was able to move my other hand under the other cup, my bra falling to the floor as I covered my breast. Because I’m not very big, I knew Drew couldn’t see much, he was waiting expectantly for me to move my hands, but I wasn’t going to make it that easy.

“Drew, if you want to see my breasts you have to take off your top, if you get to look at me, I get to look at you.” He didn’t hesitate, his top was on the floor beside my bra within seconds. Once again I was looking at his firm, muscled chest, I wanted to run my hand over it, to feel his strength beneath my fingers, but at the moment I had my hands full, so to speak, still, it would be easy to rectify that. “Okay, Drew, here you go.” I told him as I moved my hands revealing my breasts. His eyes locked on them as soon as they were exposed, as I watched him I noticed three things that showed that I was having the effect on him I hoped to have. His tongue came out and licked his lips, his hands were twitching, and I noticed a distinct bulge forming in his pants. A very distinct bulge, and he hadn’t even touched me, yet. That was something I intended to change.

“You can touch them if you like,” I told him. He didn’t need a second invitation.

His hands descended on my breasts, cupping them as mine had done, for the first time since I married another man was touching my naked breasts, that he was my son no longer mattered at least to me. He gently squeezed them, like I’d shown him before, he’d certainly learned that lesson, I just hoped he was a quick learner for everything I wanted to show him.

“They feel so warm and soft, and yet firm, mom, I can’t believe how wonderful they feel.”

“I’m glad you think so, Drew. I’m just sorry they aren’t bigger, I know men like big breasts.”

“They’re perfect mom, see,” he said jiggling them, “they are a perfect fit, they’re just the right size. Why are your nipples hard?”

I decided to tell him the truth. “My nipples are hard because I’m excited, having you touch me like this is a turn on.”

“You like me doing this?”

“God, yes.”

All during this time I’d been fighting the urge to touch his chest, I’d now come to the point where I could no longer resist, I had to do it. I reached out a hand and laid it on his chest, it felt so wonderful, so hard, so strong. My husband had never felt this good, not even when we were just married. I could feel Drews heart pounding in his chest, he was turned on too.

“Do you want me to take off my skirt?” I asked, sure he would. And I was right, his hands froze on my breasts, he swallowed, hard, and nodded.

I moved back and his hands fell away exposing my breasts again, he watched as my hand moved to the waist of my skirt, heading for the fastener. Once it was undone I stood, my skirt slipping down my legs, when it reached the floor I stepped out of it and kicked it over to my blouse and bra. All I had left were my panties, Drew was waiting expectantly. I stood there for a minute, letting him look at me, and his eyes got a work out, as he looked at his almost naked mother. Finally my hands moved to my panties, when Drew saw this he leaned forward trying to get a better view.

“Do you want me to take off my panties, Drew.” I asked my son.

“Yes, mom, please.”

I smiled at him, and started working my panties down my hips, slowly down my hips, when I got to my pubic hair I did something he wasn’t expecting. I moved my right hand down into my panties, covering my pussy. As I felt the lips of my slit against my palm I realised exactly how turned on I was, the lips were engorged and I was very damp, no, wet, I was lubricating freely. I glanced down at the crotch of my panties and sure enough there was a visibly damp patch. I was ready for sex, more ready than I could remember being, and now I was only a short time from having my sexual needs met, by my son. I quickly worked my panties past my hips with my left hand, they dropped to the floor where they quickly joined the rest of my clothes. I was now totally naked, with only my right hand preventing my son from seeing my pussy.

“Drew, you know what you have to do if you want me to move my hand.” I told him.

He did. He stood and undid his pants, pulling both them and his shorts down, when he straightened his whole wonderful body was exposed. His cock was rock hard, as was to be expected under the circumstances, and pointing at me. I hadn’t seen it this close before, it definitely was bigger than his fathers, it looked almost twice the size, in fact I’d never seen one as big, it must have been at least eight and a half inches long, which was easily bigger than his fathers six inches, and it was thicker than his dads penis. My pussy melted at the sight of all that meat.

“Do you want me to move my hand, Drew?” I asked. He nodded. “Why do you want me to do that? If I do you know you’ll see the most private part of my body.” Again he nodded. “You have to ask me, Drew, I won’t do anything if you don’t ask me.

“I want to see your cunt, mom.”

I was pleased that he was so excited he would use such language with me. “You want to see your mothers cunt?”

“Yes, mom.”

“Okay Drew, if you’re sure, first we better make sure you get a good view, kneel in front of me.” Drew quickly complied, when he settled his face was only about six inches from my crotch, and at a perfect height to see my pussy. “You ready Drew?” Once he nodded I moved into position, spreading my legs further apart so my pussy would be totally exposed. Then taking a deep breath I removed my hand. We must have been a strange sight, a mother and her son, naked, the son kneeling between his mothers legs, studying her pussy. I didn’t care what we looked like, I just wanted my son to satisfy his curiosity so we could move on to the next stage, intercourse. Looking down I asked him what he thought of my cunt. (I decided I’d use that word when I spoke to Drew about my pussy)

“It’s beautiful mom, I’d seen cunts in magazines before, but your’s is the most beautiful one I’ve seen.”

“You don’t mind that it’s your mothers cunt you’re looking at Drew?”

“No, mom. You’re a woman as well as my mother, you showing me your cunt wouldn’t matter if you were anyone other than my mother. I’m just grateful that you’re willing to show it to me.”

“You know people would say its wrong for a mother to show her son her cunt. That a son shouldn’t think of his mother in a sexual way, that I’m a bad mother for doing this with you.”

For the first time since I removed my hand, Drew lifted his eyes from my pussy and looked, smiling into my eyes. “You’re not a bad mother, you knew I was having problems and like any good mother you’re helping me with them, I love you for it.”

Almost, I thought to myself he’s almost ready, smiling I said, “Drew, would you like to touch my cunt?” He didn’t have to be asked twice, his hand was moving between my legs almost before I finished speaking. I jumped when his fingers made contact with my pussy for the first time, Drew quickly looked up at me, I told him to keep going.

He lightly ran his hand over my labia, in a stroking, caressing manner. Then he ran a finger up and down the slit pushing slightly into my pussy. I couldn’t believe I was standing here, naked, letting my son touch my pussy, but I loved it. “Drew, use your other hand to spread the lips.” When he did I continued, pointing. “See there’s the entrance to my vagina, put one of your fingers in.” He did, it was great having my son exploring my body like this, and he still didn’t know I wanted him to put something a lot bigger where he now had his finger. “You know, when I gave birth to both you and your sister, your whole bodies came through the passage you have your finger in.”

“It seems so small, mom, I can only just get my finger inside.”

“I know. It is usually, but it expands, that’s how you fitted through. Don’t you think its wrong, me letting you touch and even put your finger in the vagina you were born through?”

“No, mom, after all it’s your body, no one else has any right to tell you what you can or cannot do with it. It’s up to you.”

I was pleased, it was finally time. “I’m glad you see it that way, Drew. Do you want to stick your cock in my cunt, to see what it’s like?” 

“I’d love to mom, but my cock’s a lot bigger than my finger, and you’re so small and tight, I’m afraid I’ll hurt you if I try.”

“Thanks for thinking of me, but your fathers cock is bigger than your finger and it goes in okay, besides, as big as your cock is, a baby is bigger. If you want to see what real sex is like I’m willing to show you.”

Drew stood, pulling his finger out of my vagina. “Your room or mine mom?”

I just smiled, saying “Mine.”

We quickly moved to my room, both eager in our own way. Me, to get my sons massive cock in my pussy, Drew, to get his cock in a female for the first time. I paused as we entered the room, it was strange I thought, only a few hours ago I was lying on that bed masturbating while thinking of my sons cock, now I was going to have it. Drew looked at me, obviously wondering why I had stopped. “I was just thinking, your father and I have shared that bed since we were married, and now I’m going to let another man use my body on the same bed. And not just any man, my own son who was conceived on that bed.”

“We don’t have to do anything mom, if you’ve changed your mind.”

“Oh yes we do! And I haven’t changed my mind. Wait here until I’m ready for you.” I walked slowly to the bed, knowing Drew was watching every step. Once I finished turning the bed down I climbed on and positioned myself, I raised and spread my legs looking at Drew through the frame they formed. “Come on, baby.” I watched him walk towards me, his cock bouncing with every step, once he joined me on the bed he positioned himself between my legs and lowered himself onto me. My breasts were crushed against his chest, the nipples digging into his flesh, I could feel his cock rubbing against my stomach. Knowing the answer I asked, “Are you ready to fuck your mother now?” He responded by kissing me, hard.

I told him to lift his hips so I could guide him into me. As he moved away I reached down, and for the first time touched his cock, it felt so big in my hand, so big, so hot, so ready, I couldn’t wait to have it stretch my pussy. I guided it down to my slit, rubbing the head along the labia, I just positioned him for entry when Drew cried out, “Oh, no!” Suddenly I felt his cock jerk in my hand and he started to come. His semen came in spurt after spurt, coating my pussy and lower stomach. I was devastated, I realised, that even as hot as he looked, he was a virgin, and I’d just gotten him too excited. As soon as he finished coming he jumped off the bed and ran from the room, I watched his tight ass disappear around the corner towards his room.

                    To be continued.



My Son, My Lover Ch. 04



I lay there feeling very frustrated, I'd been so close, so near, and yet so far. Just another few seconds and I'd have had him in me, then at least he would have come in me, instead of wasting it on the outside of my body. I reached down to the cum pooled on my stomach and scooped it up with my fingers, bringing them to my mouth and licking them clean. It was delicious, but not what I wanted. As I thought about what I should do next I reached down to my semen covered labia and started to rub the sperm into my love lips determined that next time I'd be successful. Next time I'd take my sons virginity. Now all I had to do was make sure there was a next time.

I rose and went to Drew's room, the door was locked as I expected. I knocked, "Drew, let me in."

"Go away mom, I don't want to talk to you now. I'm sorry I let you down."

"You didn't let me down, it was my fault. I forgot you are a virgin, I turned you on too much. It'll be better next time."

"Next time? You mean you want us to try again?"

"Of course I do, Drew. Remember, I told you that you could put your cock in my cunt, to see what its like. You haven't done it yet. We'll try again, later, you just rest now, and when you're ready come to my room. I'll be waiting."

Drew didn't reply, so I went back to my room, to wait, to wait and hope. I'd done all I could, it was now up to my son if he wanted to try again.

I didn't see Drew again until about 9.00 that night, he went out soon after I went back to my room, I must admit I waited anxiously for him to return. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard him return, still it was another 2 hours before I heard him approaching my door. 

I put down my magazine and waited for him to come in. He hesitated there for a minute, then, finally opened the door. Drew was naked, his clothes in a pile on the floor behind him. I drank in my sons nakedness as he stood framed in the doorway, the darkened hall behind him, the light from my bedside lamp bathing him in its soft glow. My son looked so sexy standing there, with his well defined , sculptured muscles, and as my eyes drifted down, his large, still flaccid cock, hanging between his legs. I could have looked at him like this for hours, but I wanted more, I pulled back the sheet uncovering my naked body. Still Drew didn't move, as I watched is cock swelled, and began rising to full erection. Slowly, as it grew in size it lifted, exposing his balls as it did so, until his cock was fully erect standing straight and firm. I couldn't take my eyes off his genitals, I wanted that cock deep inside me, I wanted that cum in those balls, I wanted my son to make love to me, now! I lay back, raising my arms to him, and he finally started forward.

As soon as he joined me in the bed, Drew moved between my legs and began guiding his cock to my pussy. I immediately reached down, grabbed his cock and told him to stop. "Drew, when you have sex you don't just jump on and stick your cock in."

He looked confused as he replied, "But mom, that's what we did this afternoon."

"I know we did, baby, but this afternoon I was already turned on by what we had done in the other room, I was already wet and ready. You have to make sure your partner is ready, especially with a big cock like yours."

"What do you mean, wet?"

"When a woman gets turned on her vagina produces juices to lubricate it, that way a cock will move easily inside and not cause pain from the friction. Touch my cunt, you'll see its dry." After he did I continued. "Your cock also produces lubrication, the pre-cum, it does the same job."

"I'm sorry, mom, I didn't know."

"That's okay, Drew, its all things you have to learn."

"How do I get you wet, mom?"

"There are lots of ways, first, lets kiss for a while." I told him as I pulled his face to mine. Our lips met and we kissed long and hard, finally I opened my mouth slightly under his and ran my tongue lightly along his lips, they opened under the stimulation and my tongue entered his mouth and began playing with his. Finally, after a few minutes during which he got into it so much that when I withdrew my tongue his followed it into my mouth I pulled back, gasping. "How was that, Drew?"

Drew too was breathless, his face flushed, "That was great mom, I loved it. Are you wet now?"

"Why don't you find out?"

Drew reached down for my pussy, but his hand came back dry, well, not exactly dry, "No, you're not ready yet. What else should I do?"

"Well, you could play with my breasts, that'll help." 

He began to caress my breasts with the confidence he hadn't shown earlier, stimulating them gently. I wanted more so I guided his head down and told him to lick and kiss them. He did so with great enthusiasm, covering both of my breasts with his kisses. Then I told him to suck my nipples, softly. I felt him draw my nipple into his mouth, and then a gentle sucking action which brought back memories. "Drew, you've done this before you know, when you were a baby you sucked my nipple just like that, and drank my milk."

Drew looked up at me, pulling his mouth away from my nipple. "Your milk mom? What do you mean?"

Not wanting to stop him I guided his mouth to my other nipple, as his mouth closed on it I explained. "When a woman is pregnant her breasts start to make milk to feed her baby." He nodded that he understood and continued sucking.

Finally I pulled him away from my breasts, and his hand dove between my legs again, "You're wet, mom, are you ready now?" he asked eagerly. Boy, was I ever ready, I just nodded and smiled at him, he smiled back his excitement evident on his face as me moved into position between my parted legs. As I felt my sons weight settle on my body I reached down and for only the second time took his cock in my hand, and again guided it to my pussy. I held my breath when his cockhead touched my labia, but this time he didn't come, I positioned it and told him to push forward, slowly.

I felt Drew begin to move, the pressure grew as his cock began to push through my labia into my pussy. It felt so big, I realised I'd underestimated his size, I spread my legs even more to open myself up as much as I could. I could feel his cock pressing against the opening to my vagina, even as open as I was my son was having trouble penetrating me, I arched my hips up further, pushing against his cock, it worked. The head began to enter my vagina, slowing pushing inside me, until, finally, the widest part was inside. He paused, I'd never felt this stretched before, and there was still the shaft of his cock to come. 

As he began to push his cock further into my vagina he began kissing me again, he was really on fire, and, I must admit, so was I. I could feel the walls of my vagina expanding to accept his cock as he moved deeper into my body. His cock just seemed to go on and on, I couldn't believe how big it felt inside me, I was beginning to wonder when it would end, then, at last I felt his balls touch my labia. I finally had all of my sons cock inside me.

"Mom," my son said, pulling his lips from mine. "This feels so good, I never knew it would feel like this. You're so tight, I love it."

"Me too, Drew. You've got the best cock I've ever had in me, come on, you've only just started, finish the job, fuck me!"

Drew smiled, "My pleasure, mom." 

He began to slowly work his massive cock in and out of my vagina, increasing the length of his strokes gradually, until he was finally withdrawing almost all the way before driving back into me. The only trouble was he was moving to fast, far to fast to early. "Slow down, Drew, slow down." I gasped, but it was too late. Drew drove himself in deep one final time and froze as he shot his load into me. I could feel his cock flex again and again in the tightness of my vagina as his balls unloaded his cum inside a woman for the first time. He sank down on me panting.

"Drew, you were too quick, I didn't come."

"I'm sorry mom, I just couldn't help it, it just felt so good. I'll try to do better, next time."

"Oh, there's going to be a next time." I teased.

He was alarmed, "You will let me do it again won't you mom?"

"Of course I will," I laughed, "whenever you want to."

"How about now, mom?" 

It was then I realised that he was still fully erect, maybe it was the tightness of my vaginal muscles, maybe it was the excitement of his first fuck, or maybe it was because he had just fucked his mother, but he was obviously ready to go again. I hooked my legs around his butt, he took the hint. Drew began to move in me again, this time it was easier than before, his cum was assisting my juices, my vagina was much more lubricated, and a little looser than before. He played with my breasts as he worked himself slowly in and out of me, all I could do was moan as my son fucked me, his cock going places no man had gone before. The thought ran through my mind that if I had my sons cock as much as I wanted it, my vagina would be too loose to even feel my husbands. Not that I minded, I'd much rather have my son inside me than his father. I could feel my orgasm rising as Drew began to speed up again, this time I went with him, raising my hips to met his thrusts as he drove us towards completion. Finally my orgasm hit, the room rang with my cries of ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure surged through my body. The pulsing contractions of my vaginal muscles dragged my son over the edge as well, and for the second time he emptied his load into me. I lay there, stunned, I couldn't believe I'd come, I'd never come without using my hand on my clit before, and yet my inexperienced son had done what no one else had before, brought me to orgasm with his cock.

As I relaxed, my legs loosened their grip and slipped down my sons legs, Drew, thinking I wanted him off me, began to withdraw from my pussy. I immediately told him not to, that I wanted him to stay in me as long as he could. Keeping my legs over his I started turning onto my side, realising what I was doing Drew quickly rolled over. We lay there, drifting off to sleep, my sons cock still deep in my pussy.

To be continued...



My Son, My Lover Ch. 05



About an hour later I woke, when I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was my son, lying on his back, still asleep, at some point during our sleep he’d slipped out of me. I felt sad that I no longer had my sons cock in me, still, after the last time, I didn’t really have any doubt I’d have it there again. So I just lay there looking at Drew, I’d seen my son sleep hundreds of times before, it was hard to comprehend that the boy sleeping beside me, my own son, was sleeping next to me because he’d just fucked me. My son had buried his cock in his own mothers pussy, twice! And we’d both loved it. I thought back over what had happened, and realised I’d enjoyed having sex with my son more than any sex I’d had before, and I was determined to have his cock inside me as often as I could. Just thinking about it was beginning to turn me on, my gaze automatically dropped to my sons crotch, my passion soared as I looked at his cock, even flaccid it was a beautiful sight, draped over his stomach, exposing his balls, his whole package was exposed to me, and I loved it. And I wanted it, now!

Carefully I moved over between my sons legs, leaning down so I was only inches from my target, I slowly stuck my tongue out, and moved closer so the tip of my tongue was touching his balls. Once I made contact I slowly moved my head up his cock, my tongue stroking his entire length, as I did so I could taste my juices and his cum which still coated him, it was a delicious mixture. While I continued to lick him, his cock gradually responded, stiffening with the stimulation of my tongue. As it hardened and lengthened I became more and more excited, finally it finished growing. For a minute I pulled back and just looked at it. With my head only inches from it, it looked massive, I couldn’t believe I’d had it inside me just a short time before, in fact, I realised, if I’d seen it like this before I might have chickened out, but now, knowing I’d already taken it, twice, I just wanted it again. Looking past his cock I looked up my sons body to his sleeping face, why, I thought, did this beautiful cock have to belong to my son. If it had belonged to anyone else I’d have divorced my husband and married him, oh well, I guess I’d just have to take what I could, when I could, like right now. If I couldn’t have his cock in my pussy at least I could have his cum in my stomach, so I moved my mouth back to his cock. 

This time when my tongue stroked to the top I took the head of his cock into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue as my hands gently caressed his balls. The head was so big it almost filled my mouth and I wasn’t able to get much of his shaft in before it became to uncomfortable, but I did the best I could. I slowly began to stroke one of my hands up and down his cock, I timed my upward strokes to coincide with my mouth descending on the amount I could handle. Soon I had a good rhythm going, and from the way Drew was beginning to stir, I was obviously having an effect on him, even in his sleep. Then I noticed that his balls were tightening up, he was getting ready to come. I redoubled my efforts, suddenly, Drews eyes opened, he stared down at me, whatever he’d expected when he woke up it wasn’t his mother between his legs with his cock in her mouth. “Mom,” he gasped, “stop, I’m going to come.” I was pleased that he warned me, but I didn’t care, I wanted him to come, so I just smiled (as best I could around his cock) and continued. Realising that I wanted him to come in my mouth he relaxed, and reached down holding my head in place. Finally I felt his cock begin to jerk as he started to come. As soon as I felt this I pulled back so that only the tip of his cock was in my mouth, I’d no sooner done so than the first spurt of cum shot into my mouth, by the time he finally finished my mouth was full of his semen. I pulled my mouth free from his cock and sat back, smiling at my son as I swirled his cum around in my mouth, enjoying the taste, finally looking deep into his eyes, I swallowed his entire load, it was delicious. I moved up his body, kissing as I went, finally kissing him on the mouth. “God, mom.” Was all he said as his arms closed around me. 

We lay together for a few minutes, Drew holding me firmly against him, my breasts crushed against his chest my still erect nipples digging into him, giving him evidence of my arousal, while his still hard cock sandwiched between our stomachs gave me proof of his. 

“Why did you do that, Mom?” Drew asked.

I shrugged, “I don’t really know, baby. When I woke up you looked so sexy lying there, at first I just wanted to look at your body, but your cock looked so good, I just couldn’t resist it. Since you were asleep I decided I’d go down on you. Hasn’t anyone done that before?”

“No, mom, I never got that far, you’re the first one to take my cock in her mouth.”

“I’m glad.”

“Glad?”

“Yes, if any of your girlfriends had gotten to see your cock they would have wanted it in their cunts, then you would have been out screwing around, and you wouldn’t want your mothers cunt.”

“Yes I would mom, I’ve always thought you were sexy, haven’t you noticed most of my girlfriends have the same hair color and build as you. When I was with them I was imagining it was you. If I’d gone all the way with any of them I would have been thinking about you while we were fucking. I love you mom.”

“And I love you too, Drew.”

“No, mom. I don’t love you like a mother, well, yes I do, but what I meant was I love you, the woman. Like a person I’ve met and fallen in love with. I love you, I love doing this with you, I loved being in your cunt.” He said, reaching down and pushing his hand between our bodies until it rested on my pussy.

I realised then what he said was true for me too. I still loved him as my son, but I also loved him as a man. I also reached down between us and grasped his cock in my hand. “I love you Drew, I loved having your cock in my cunt. If I could I’d divorce your father and marry you, or at least run away with you and live together as husband and wife.”

“Me too, mom. In fact lets get married right now.”

“What do you mean, Drew?” I asked in surprise.

He didn’t respond directly, he just said, “I, Drew, take you Helen, to be my wife.”

Realising what he wanted, and feeling really touched by the idea, I replied just like he wanted. “I, Helen, take you Drew to be my husband.”

Smiling, Drew finished, “Then, by the power of our love, I declare us husband and wife.” I leaned forward and we kissed, it felt so right, I did feel that I’d just gotten married again, this time to the love of my life. The fact that he was my son, that I’d given birth to him was immaterial, I loved him, and that’s all that mattered.

“What are we going to do when your father and sister come back? We won’t be able to get together like this very often, Ronnie is always around the house. Your father will be sleeping here with me, and he’ll want to fuck me, every now and again. I don’t want him sticking his cock in my cunt, as far as I’m concerned I’m married to you and my body is yours, but I can’t keep turning him down, he’ll get suspicious and he might find out about us.”

“I know, mom. I don’t want to share you with him, I don’t want my wife sleeping with another man, but I understand you have to do it.”

“Thanks for being so understanding, Drew.” I said, kissing him. “It won’t mean anything to me when he fucks me. Hell, I only come without touching my clit when I’m with you. I won’t let myself orgasm when I’m with him, only you.”

“Don’t worry mom, you’ll get your orgasms, as often as we can manage it. I’m just sorry we can’t sleep together all the time, I loved the way you woke me up today, I could get used to being woken like that every morning.”

I laughed. “I’m glad you liked it as much as I did. Don’t worry, we still have the rest of the week, I guarantee, if I wake up before you, I’ll wake you up just the same way. I loved having you in my mouth, if I can’t have your cock in my cunt, my mouth is the next best thing. Besides I loved the taste. Even when we can’t sleep together, I can eat you in a lot of places where we couldn’t fuck, in much shorter time.”

“And I can eat your cunt too, mom.”

“You want to eat your mothers cunt do you Drew?” I asked a bit surprised that a teenager would want to go down on me, I thought he’d just want to stick his cock in me and fuck. Not that I’d mind just doing that.

“I’d love to, mom. You’ll just have to tell me how.”

Just the thought of my son eating me, eating the pussy he came out of was a turn on. I liked oral sex, but what I really wanted was in my hand, I wanted his cock in me, and, I realised, I wanted it in me now. 

“I’ll show you what you need to know, but not now, now I want your beautiful cock back inside my cunt. I want to fuck my husband for the first time.”

Grinning, Drew began to roll me over onto my back, but I stopped him. “No, Drew. Lets try something new. You lie on your back, I’ll take it from there.” Looking a bit confused my son lay back like I requested, his fully erect cock pointing straight up. 

I moved myself into position by Drews feet, then I began moving forward on my knees, straddling his legs as I moved slowly, teasingly, up his body towards his cock. Once I reached his cock I raised myself up so that I could position myself over it, then lowered my body so that his cockhead touched my pussy lips. I reached down and grasped his cock, rubbing it back and forward along my labia, Drew tried to push up when he felt my pussy touch his cock, but because I was holding his cock I was able to stop him penetrating me, yet. I continued teasing him for another few minutes, until, finally I could wait no longer, I wanted him in me as much as he did. I held his cock still and slowly began to push down on it, feeling my slit open as the head began to push into me. I loved the feeling of my son entering me, my vaginal walls being stretched to take his large shaft as he penetrated deeper and deeper into my body. Finally I felt my pussy lips touch his balls, in this new position he’d gone deeper than before, I’d never been so filled. 

Slowly I began to move again, up and down, a little further with every stroke, my juices now coating his cock making it much easier to go a little faster. I couldn’t believe how much I loved the feeling of riding my son, since he was moaning and thrusting up at me I guess he liked it too. He reached up, grasped my bouncing breasts and began to play with them as I rode towards my climax. I was now moving right to the top of his cock, once I misjudged and he slipped out, I quickly guided him back in, I was much more careful after that. Before long I felt my orgasm begin to rise, I redoubled my efforts, wanting Drew to come with me, but it wasn’t to be. I was just to far gone, to close. When I came, I really came. As my orgasm shot through me I just threw back my head and screamed, “Ahhh! God, Drew, yes, yes, yes!” I jerked as wave after wave of pleasure surged through my body, only Drews hands were holding me upright, finally I slumped forward exhausted from my climax. As I slowly came down from my high I realised that Drew was still hard, and still buried deep in my pussy, before I could do anything my son took control.

He rolled me over onto my back, keeping his cock planted in my well fucked pussy, then he slowly began to fuck me again. I noticed he was a lot surer than the other times we had made love, God I love a quick learner. His beautiful cock felt so good moving in and out of my vagina, stretching me again and again, he was ruining me for any other cock, in more ways than one, after this week I doubted I’d even feel his fathers cock in me anymore. His long, powerful strokes were driving me to another orgasm, and, if his increasing speed meant anything, him too. My son was really pounding me now, his balls hitting me with such force I was surprised it wasn’t hurting him. We were both gasping as he drove his cock into me, coming nearer and nearer to completion, suddenly he cried out “Yes!” and I felt his cock jerk as he began to shoot his load into me, this triggered my own orgasm, his full length was buried in my body as spurt after spurt was shot into my depths, my spasming vaginal muscles squeezing his cock, holding it in place. Finally, as the last of his cum entered me his arms gave way and he collapsed onto me, breathing hard, totally exhausted, I knew how he felt. 

We lay there for several minutes, then, suddenly, Drew looked over at my bedside clock, “Damn.” He said. 

“What’s the matter, Honey?” 

“I have to get up and call Jack, and tell him I won’t be meeting him and the guys.”

“No, don’t do that, have a shower and go, I need the rest.”

“Are you sure, Mom?”

“Quite sure. I want to have sex with you again, but not just yet, my cunt needs a rest, it’s never had so much cock in it, or so often.”

“Okay, mom, but I won’t be away long.” Drew said as he withdrew from my pussy and stood up. He bent down and kissed me. “See you later.” Then he reached down and patted my pussy. “See you later too.” I was laughing as he left the room. A few minutes later I heard him leave the house and drive off.

I just lay there for some time, I’d never felt so sexually satisfied before, but finally I decided to get up and have a shower. When I got up I quickly changed my mind, my pussy was really tender, I looked between my legs and realised my labia were quite swollen, probably from both the long period of arousal I’d been through, and the size of my sons cock. I definitely needed a bath instead I decided. I began to head into the bathroom when I felt a damp spot on my thigh, I looked down and saw that a glob of Drews semen had dripped out of my pussy onto my leg. I started to move again and then froze, realising what I’d done. I returned to the bed and sat down, staring at the cum on my leg.

I’d made a serious mistake, one that could have consequences, serious consequences. I wasn’t on birth control because I have a bad reaction to the pill, so I always make Mike use a condom on the rare occasions we have sex. But here I was, my sons semen dripping out of my vagina, where I’d let him deposit three very large loads of his cum. And it was the worst possible time in my cycle, even as I was sitting there millions of my sons sperm were swimming towards my egg, if one of them hadn’t already fertilised it. I might already be pregnant with my sons child, and if I wasn’t yet, it was highly probable that I would be before very long, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Then I realised I didn’t really want to do anything about it, and, that maybe I’d wanted Drew to make me pregnant, that I wanted to have his child, at least subconsciously. After all the sexual urge in nature is to mate with the best male and reproduce. I ran my hand over my stomach and thought to myself, my own sons baby might even now be growing in the same womb he did, the thought of the ultimate act of incest, having your own childs, child, was turning me on. I might give birth to my own grandchild, and I loved it, I did want to have Drews baby, if I was already pregnant that was fine by me. But I realised I’d have to give Drew the option of condoms when we had sex next, after I explained the consequences, if I wasn’t pregnant and he continued to deposit his seed in my fertile womb. And if he wanted to try to make me pregnant I’d let him, as often as he could. Even now I could imagine my stomach swelling with new life, new life created by my son. I wanted it so much. I only hoped Drew did too. If he didn’t I’d just have to hope he’d already impregnated me. 

To be continued.



My Son, My Lover Ch. 06



Dinner was ready when Drew finally returned, he kissed me when he came in the room, a real kiss, we were both gasping when we finally separated. “Hold on, Drew, lets wait until after we eat.” Drew grinned and said he was starving, then he went and sat down at the table, in his fathers place.

It was a good meal, at least I think it was, all I could do was think about the possibility of being pregnant with my sons baby, and trying to work out how I was going to tell Drew. And Drew? Well he seemed to be enjoying his meal. Finally we finished. We sat quietly for a while, then Drew asked what was for dessert, I’d completely forgotten to make a dessert! I told him I was sorry, he said not to worry he’d make do. When I asked him what he meant my son stood, and came around to my chair. Wondering what he was up to, I found myself pulled to my feet, and into his arms. He kissed me, then reached down, running his hand up my leg to rest on my pussy, once there he gently rubbed the crotch of my panties against my labia, before saying, “This is the dessert I want, Mom.” Before I could say anything, he pushed my plate away, picked me up and sat me down on the table, then he reached under my skirt and started to pull my panties down, I quickly lifted myself a bit off the table so he could get them off. As he pulled them down my legs I let myself back down to the table, it felt cool on my bare butt. Drew pulled my panties over my feet, then he began running his hands up the insides of my legs, pushing them apart as he moved higher. When he reached my skirt he flipped it up onto my belly exposing my pussy, saying, “Mmm, that looks delicious.” Drew sat down on my chair, pulling it up to the table between my now widely spread legs, then he lifted my legs over his shoulders. Suddenly he pulled back and stood up. Startled, I asked him what was the matter. He just said that he had an idea. He went to the fridge and fished around for a moment or two, then he returned to the table and sat down again. It was then that I saw what he had gotten out of the fridge, a can of whipped cream! Drew vigorously shook the can, then said, “Now, where were we?” 

First, Drew began to apply the cream, I shivered involuntarily when I felt the cold cream coat my pussy. He didn’t just cover my pussy, he covered my lower belly as well. When he was satisfied he put the can down and hooked my legs over again. Then he bent down and began to lick up the cream, avoiding my pussy he worked his way around my stomach. The feeling of my sons tongue licking me had me arching my back, presenting my pussy, which he ignored, much to my frustration, until there was no other cream left. Then he pulled back, “That was great, I think I’m full now.”

Realising he was teasing me I arched my back even more, and, crossing my legs behind his head pulled his face down into my pussy, once his mouth touched my cream covered slit he dove in and began to lick me clean. His tongue made long, firm strokes first up one side, revealing one of my labia, then down the other, revealing the other. Then Drew ran his tongue up the slit between, I jerked when I felt him pushing between my lips, then again, when, at the top of my pussy he touched my clit, I couldn’t help moaning when he did. Quickly looking up Drew realised that he had done something very right, he tentatively repeated his action, again drawing the same reaction. I hoped he’d continue, but he didn’t, instead he reached up and using his fingers separated my labia, exposing my inner tissues to the action of his tongue, and releasing more of my juices which were already coating my upper thighs, and his face.

My son dove right back in, his tongue almost caressing my pussy, lapping lightly around the opening entrance to my vagina, occasionally darting his tongue inside, circling my vaginal wall, it was great, but I wanted more, so I told him to go higher. He’s such a good boy, doing what his mother asks. He easily found my prominent clit, first he lightly flicked it with his tongue, sending electricity shooting through my body, then he took my clit between his lips and began to suck on it while rubbing his tongue rapidly back and forth on it. It was too much. My orgasm struck, waves of pleasure radiated out as I collapsed gasping.

When I finally came back to myself again I realised that Drew was still lightly licking my pussy, I also realised that I wanted more, I wanted him in me. I had meant to talk to him about me possibly being pregnant before we fucked again, but I was just too turned on to wait, I decided I’d talk to him after we finished, this time, for sure. Besides, if I wasn’t pregnant, I’d have one more chance to get pregnant before I’d let Drew decide if he wanted his mother to have his baby. To decide, if I wasn’t already carrying his child, if he wanted to deliberately try to get his mother pregnant, or if he would start using condoms, like his father. God, I hoped he’d want to make me pregnant, still I’d have this one last chance to get pregnant ‘accidentally’. I wanted another load of his sperm in my womb, just in case.

I pushed Drew back, slipping my legs off his shoulders as I did so, then I quickly swung myself to the floor. Once off the table I turned around and leaned over it, then reaching back, I raised the back of my skirt, hooking the hem in my waistband, leaving my butt uncovered. When that was done I spread my legs exposing my pussy, looking back over my shoulder at Drew I asked him if seeing my cunt was giving him any ideas. He nodded. I just said, “Good, now why don’t you drop your pants and stick your cock into me, my cunt needs it, I need it, now!”

Within seconds Drew was stepping out of his pants and shorts, his cock bobbing wildly, I know it was only because he’d just yanked his underwear off, but to me it looked like it was eager to enter my pussy. I know I was eager to have it inside me again, and, as my son stepped forward I knew I’d get my wish.

As he moved into position behind me I felt Drews cock slide down the crease of my ass as he guided it into my crotch where he rubbed it back and forth between my labia. I reached down between my legs, grasped his cock and guided it into my slit, positioning him at my entrance, it was all the help he needed. Once Drew felt the head touch my vaginal opening he pushed forward, his cock entered my vagina and drove deep into my body. I hadn’t had time to release his cock before he began penetrating me, so I felt his shaft sliding through my hand as he entered me, I loved the feel of that powerful mass, I kept my hand in position until I felt his balls touch my fingers and I had to remove my hand so I could get all of my sons wonderful penis inside me. Once Drew felt his balls touch my pussy lips he slowly pulled back, he pulled back a little too far and his cock slipped out of me, I quickly guided him back in. For the first few minutes of his slow fucking I kept my hand ready but he’d learned from his mistake and didn’t pull back too far again.

When he was more confident, more comfortable with our new position, Drew began to accelerate his pace, I began to bounce around which upset our rhythm. I quickly reached across the table and grabbed the edge with both hands to stabilise us, Drew had also acted, he grasped my hips, holding me firmly as he drove in and out of my body. I loved the feel of his cock surging through my vagina, deeper and deeper, almost into my womb, the womb he’d grown in, the womb I wanted him to fill with new life. God, I wanted his baby, growing in my body, swelling my belly, I wanted his sperm as deep in me as it could be, fertilising my egg. I moaned with the excitement I was feeling, with the climax that was coming. Suddenly Drew released my hips and moved his hands up to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them, I just moaned again, as the extra stimulation shot through me, driving me closer to my orgasm.

Drew was obviously enjoying playing with my breasts, but as it proved he wasn’t happy to have my clothes in the way. He released my breasts and moved his hands to my buttons, but he couldn’t wait to undo them. Instead he worked his fingers into the gap between the sides of my blouse, then he just pulled. The buttons of my blouse sprayed over the table top as my son ripped my blouse open, I hadn’t worn a bra, now my naked breasts were his for the taking. And he took, boy did he take. His hands were all over me again, almost mauling my breasts in his excitement. Then his fingers found my nipples, and he squeezed. That was it, waves of pleasure and I must admit, a little pain, shot through my body as I came. Realising what was happening, Drew released my throbbing tits and grabbed my hips again, driving himself into me faster and faster as he approached his climax. I could feel his cock as he drove on, using my now unresisting body as he wanted, I loved the power of his strokes, the assertiveness with which he used me for his pleasure. I was his, and he knew it. I think his climax took him by surprise, the head of his cock was only just inside my pussy when the first spurt of cum erupted from it, he quickly drove as deep as he could and held still as spurt after spurt decorated my vagina and womb, I came again, just the knowledge my son was releasing another load of sperm in my fertile womb was too much for me. Drew slumped down over my back as he emptied his balls into my depths, he began kissing the back of my neck as he rested on me. I turned my head and our lips met, we kissed, not a passionate kiss, a very loving, gentle kiss, my heart melted as I felt my sons love for me in that kiss, a love I returned. As his last spurts were released from his cock he began to move in me again, gently, slowly, moving further out each time until finally his softening cock slipped out of me. I hated to feel his cock leave my body, if I could have my way I’d want my son inside me all the time, I knew it was impossible, and ridiculous, but it would be wonderful. Still, I knew he’d want to fuck me anytime I’d let him, and that would be anytime he wanted, anytime, anywhere. Drew turned me toward him, pulling me into his arms, renewing his kiss.

It was time for me to tell him about the possibility of me being pregnant, but not here, not in the kitchen. “Drew, take me to bed.” I told him, he smiled at me, swept me into his arms and carried me to my room.

Once we got to my room Drew set me down, I pulled off my ruined blouse and looked at it, shaking my head. “It was such a nice blouse.” I said

Drew paused removing his shirt, “Sorry, Mom. I was just so turned on, I needed to get to your naked breasts, feeling them through your top wasn’t enough.”

I just smiled at him as I climbed into bed, “It’s okay, baby, I’m glad I excited you that much.”

“You always do, Mom, you always do.” Drew said as he finished removing his shirt and joined me, taking me in his arms again, and lightly kissing me.

I could feel his cock hardening, and I knew he’d soon be ready to go again. I had to talk to him now, while I still had the chance, and the will power. I pulled away from him, and Drew looked at me in surprise. “I want to talk to you about something first, Drew.” Drew leaned back and motioned for me to go on. Taking a deep breath I began. “Drew, I wasn’t expecting to have sex this weekend, what with your father being away, what happened between us kind of took me by surprise, a very pleasant surprise. Still I wasn’t thinking I was just swept along by my arousal, and I loved every minute. After you left I realised that you hadn’t worn a condom.”

“Sorry, Mom. I didn’t think either, it all happened so fast.”

“I know, baby, I know. The thing is, condoms are the only form of birth control your father and I use, I can’t take the pill. So, when we made love, I had no protection, and I’m in the worst part of my cycle.”

Drew tensed, “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Yes, Drew, I am. There’s a very good chance, with all the sperm you’ve shot into me, that I’m pregnant. That I’ve got your baby growing in my womb right now.”

Drew reached out, lightly touching my stomach, “You might have my baby in here, mom? Are you sure?”

“No, not yet, but I think that there is a very good chance. And if not yet, if we keep making love like we have been, I’d say it would be almost a certainty.”

“Do you want us to stop having sex, mom, until you find out?”

Now was the opportunity for me to make my move. “There’s no need to stop, Drew. If you don’t want me to have your baby you only have to start using condoms.”

“If I don’t want you to have my baby? Mom, do you want me to make you pregnant?” 

“Not if you don’t want to, unless you already have knocked me up, in that case there’s no choice. I’d love to have your baby, but only if you want me to. If you don’t, and I’m not pregnant, then we’ll just have to get you some condoms. Its up to you.”

“Mom, I’d love it, to see your belly swelling with my baby, to know that the new life you were carrying was created between us. I’ve never thought of it before, but now that I have, the thought of making my own mother pregnant turns me on like nothing else ever has before. I want you to have my baby, how long will it be before we know if you are?”

I laughed, relieved, “It’ll be a while yet, but we can keep trying while we’re waiting if you like.” Looking down, I saw his cock was fully erect. “I see you like. Do you want to stick your big cock back in your mothers cunt and plant a baby in her belly?”

“You’re damn right I do.” Drew replied as he took me in his arms again and pushed me onto my back. He reached down between my legs, finding that my pussy was still wet and stimulated from both our last lovemaking and our conversation, he spread my legs as wide as he could, moved into position and mounted me. He guided his cock into my slit and slid slowly into me until we were fully joined. “I love you mom, I want you to have my baby, I want you to have my babies, as many as we can.” He said, “I can’t wait to watch your belly swell with my baby. Just think, mom, everyone will see you’re pregnant and think its dads baby in you stomach, they won’t know that you’ve cheated on dad with your own son. That its your sons baby you’re carrying.”

“God, yes, Drew. I want it so bad, I want you’re baby growing inside me.”

“Your wish is my command, mom.” Drew said, as he slowly started to work his cock in and out of my pussy. “I’m going to put all my sperm as deep in you as I can, I’m going to plant my baby in your womb.” I hooked my legs around his, holding him tightly to me as he began to drive into me harder and faster. “I’m going to give my mother a baby.” Drew gasped, obviously speaking more to himself than me. “My mother is going to have my baby.” Just hearing my son say that was such a turn on to me. “Yes, Drew.” I whispered in his ear. “I want to have your baby, give me a baby. Make me pregnant, fill my belly with your child.”

“I will, Mom.” Drew said between kisses as he worked his cock inside me, moving us towards our climax. “I’m going to give you a baby now, and I’ll give you another one later.” I could tell that it was almost time. “Yes, Drew, yes. I want you to keep me pregnant, I want to have your children, as many as we can.” Suddenly Drew stiffened, driving deep one final time as he unleashed his sperm into my receptive, if not already pregnant, womb. I came with the thought that my son was deliberately trying to make me pregnant.

When my breathing calmed down I asked Drew to get off me, as he pulled his softening cock out of my very satisfied pussy I explained. “I want to give your load the best chance to fertilise my egg.” I reached over and got a pillow which I worked under my hips to elevate them. “This way your sperm will trickle further into me instead of coming out.”

“I understand, mom. Is there anything I can do to help?” I laughed, “You’ve already done your part, Drew. Just think, your sperm are swimming through my body, searching for my egg, and if they find it they will create our baby.”

“It might be happening right now, Mom.” He said as he placed his hand on my belly. “You might already be pregnant with our first baby, with your first grandchild. Just think, you will be the mother of your grandchildren, and I’ll be their uncle as well as their father.”

We lay there talking for about half an hour or so, making plans for the rest of the week, and for after Mike and Ronnie returned, we decided we’d make the most of the time we had we had until they came back. Finally we got ready for bed, still naked. As I was brushing my teeth I noticed very little sperm was coming out of my pussy, good, I thought, it’s staying where I need it. When I finished I went back to bed, and fell asleep in my naked sons arms, right where I belonged.                     

To be continued. 



My Son, My Lover Ch. 07



During the rest of the week that my husband and daughter were away we lived in our own garden of Eden. We never wore clothes in the house, I was treated to a continuous view of my sons beautiful naked body, his cock every ready. So was I. We made love every time we could, in every position we could, usually ending in the missionary position so we could raise my hips and keep his sperm deep inside me. There were however exceptions, usually in the morning before I took Drew to school.

After those sessions I’d have to throw a dress over my naked body while Drew got dressed, then I’d drive him to school. All the way there he’d have his fingers in my pussy, lightly masturbating me as I drove. He was always good with his timing, ensuring that I didn’t come until we reached the school parking lot. As he’d get out of the car Drew would run his sperm covered fingers across my lips, coating them with his cum. “There’s something to remember me by, until lunch.” He’d say as he’d kiss me on the cheek before walking over to his friends. 

The first day I sat there for a few minutes, watching my son talking to his classmates, as I slowly licked his sperm off my lips. Turned on by the thought that I was sitting in the high school parking lot, wearing only a dress, eating my sons cum, with more of it inside my vagina. Drew looked like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, and yet he’d just fucked his mother, trying to get her pregnant. I looked at his friends and couldn’t help wondering if any of them was welcomed between their mothers legs, into their mothers pussies. Some of them looked almost as good as Drew, and, since this was a commuter suburb, there’d be a lot of mothers like me out there, short on sex and long on desire. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the boys I could see were also fucking their mothers. Still, I sighed, no point wondering about it, I’d never find out, unless someone else did, and I’m sure anyone else would take precautions to stop discovery. Even as Drew and I were. 

I then went home, tidied up, and got some sleep until lunch time. Then I went and picked up Drew.

As soon as we got home we were naked in bed, all the way home he’d played with my pussy again, saving fucking time by getting me ready in the car. He told me how watching me lick my lips clean of his cum while he was talking to his friends had turned him on. That and the knowledge that my belly was full of his sperm, and maybe his baby. He said he’d wanted to come back to the car and drive home so he could fuck me again, but before he could I’d driven off. 

He’d thought about what we’d done and would soon be doing again, all morning, he was as eager as I was. And he proved it. By the time we finished there was only time to grab a quick sandwich before I drove him back to school. This time I got out of the car when he did and gave him a hug before he went into class. He pretended he was embarrassed, but I felt his cock stiffen against me. As I stood there watching him walk away I felt his cum dripping down my thigh, that was wild. A mother outside her sons school with his cum running out of her pussy. I saw he was talking to some of his friends, I walked over to them, one of his friends spotted me and said something to Drew, the turned around and they watched me coming over.

When I got there I informed Drew that he had to come straight home after school because he had some seed to plant. I explained that we were trying to grow something special. And it was the truth too. But only Drew and I knew that seed I was talking about was his sperm, and he’d be planting it inside his mothers womb, and that we’d be trying to grow a baby. It was a turn on having a conversation with a sexual subtext with my son, while standing with a group of his friends, all the while feeling my sons cum running out of my slit and down my thigh. I could feel the cum getting lower and lower, and finally, just before it became visible below my dress I said goodbye and returned to my car. As I was about to unlock the door I noticed the first of his cum appear. Nonchalantly I reached down and scooped it up onto my finger, then I unlocked the car and got in. 

Once I shut the door I brought the finger to my mouth and licked it clean. Then I fastened my seat belt, and, while my hand was out of sight, I flipped up my dress, exposing my pussy and cum coated thigh. I wiped up all the cum I could see, then I raised my sperm covered hand and waved to my son and his friends, they waved back. I started the car and drove off. As I drove home, my pussy exposed to anyone high enough to see in, I slowly licked my hand clean. I kept scooping up any cum that appeared as I drove. I thoroughly enjoyed my snack. Unfortunately I was unable to think of any other reasons for getting out of the car again, still my lunchtime snack was always good.

We fucked morning, noon and night that week, every time Drew was hard he was between my legs depositing another load inside his mothers body. I was always available for him, always ready to spread my legs. I was constantly in heat, I reveled in feeling my sons body on top of me, his cock buried in my vagina. I wanted as much of his sperm in my womb as I could get, and Drew was always glad to oblige. He also pushed the limits with his daring. 

One time, when a couple of my friends dropped by, he asked me to help him look for something. I excused myself for a few minutes and left the room with him. We didn’t go far, as soon as I shut the door behind me Drew acted. He mounted me right by the door, fucking me only feet away from my friends. I had to struggle to keep quiet as my son had his way with me, the tension of my position, of the chance of being discovered gave me a wonderful climax. I was soon back with my friends saying goodbye to Drew as he went out. I was sitting with them for the next hour with my sons cum dripping out of my pussy. I had to make sure when they left neither of my friends stood behind me, otherwise they would have seen a very damp place, and would have guessed what it was. 

The hottest thing we did happened in the middle of the week when Mike called me, when he goes away he always checks in to catch up on whats been happening at home. Of course this time I couldn’t fill him in on everything that had been going on.

Drew came in just after the call started, when he realised I was talking to his father he decided to be naughty. He stood in front of me and slowly began taking his clothes off, I kept my eyes locked on the sight I never grew tired of seeing, my son revealing his naked body. My eyes focused on his rock hard cock as he moved towards me, he pulled me to my feet quietly, unbuttoned my dress and slipped it off me so I was as naked as he was. Then Drew lay me down on the floor, I spread my legs for my son as he began lapping at my pussy. It was hard to keep up my conversation with my husband while our son was eating me out, but somehow I managed. Then Mike put Ronnie on the line. While I was talking to his sister, Drew moved up my body and guided his cock into my pussy and began fucking me.

It was an unusual feeling to say the least, I had my sons cock moving in and out of my pussy while I was talking to my daughter, it felt so kinky, I loved it. I was being unfaithful to my husband just after speaking to him on the phone, I was letting our son use my body, the body I should be keeping only for him, and I felt no guilt. It felt right, I loved Drew far more than I’d ever loved Mike. My body belonged to him, my son could use me anytime he wanted. 

By now it was becoming harder and harder to keep up a conversation with Ronnie, there were long pauses, it’s hard to talk on the phone when you’re being fucked, and all you want to do is call out with excitement. But somehow I managed as Drew moved faster and faster in me, on the verge of coming. Suddenly Ronnie handed the phone back to her father, Drew heard his father come on the line, that seemed to do it. 

Maybe it was hearing his fathers voice as he was fucking his mother that pushed him over the edge. I know talking to my husband while our sons cock was inside me made it so much more exciting for me. Especially when his cock began to jerk as he unloaded his cum into my womb. The ultimate act of adultery, another man was shooting his sperm into my body while I was talking to Mike. 

Just then Mike said goodbye and hung up. I dropped the phone and pulled Drews mouth to mine as my climax moved through me. When we finished coming we just lay there on the floor in each others arms.

“Drew, that was wonderful, but you shouldn’t have taken a chance like that, what if they’d heard us.”

“I know, mom, but it was too good a chance to miss, and it was so exciting fucking you while you were talking to them. I could hear Ronnie and Dads voices while I was fucking you, it made it so great, my cock was buried in your pussy and they didn’t know it.”

“I was a real turn on.” I had to agree. “But we can’t take any more chances like that, now or when they get back.” Reaching down I grasped his cock. “I want this wonderful cock in me as often as we can, so we’ll just have to be careful, we’ll have to measure the chances of getting caught, and don’t take silly risks. Okay?”

“Okay, mom. It’ll be hard though.”

“I know it will baby, but it will make it better when we can get together.”

The night before Mike and Ronnie returned, Drew and I were sitting watching TV, and, as usual, Drew had his hand between my legs, lightly stroking my pussy. He wasn’t really masturbating me, he was just touching me, probably because he could. Even though we’d fucked numerous times, I think that just the fact that I’d let him touch me there whenever he wanted was a turn on. The thought of a mother letting her son touch her between her legs was still a turn on for him. And the knowledge that it was my sons hand touching my pussy was also a turn on for me. “I’m going to miss having your hand there.” I told him. “And being naked together like this.”

“Me too, Mom. Don’t worry, I’ll have my hand back here every chance I get, and not only my hand.”

I smiled, “I can’t wait. Just remember only when we’re alone.”

“I know, Mom, I know. Its just going to be hard, not being able to have sex with you anytime we want.”

“Don’t you worry, either Drew. I want you inside me as much as you want to be there. I’m sure we’ll find lots of times when we’re alone together. Besides, we’ve still got tonight, and tomorrow morning, lets go to bed.”

I stood, and we made our way to my bedroom, my head resting on my sons shoulder, his hand cupping my pussy, mine grasping his cock. It was going to be a wonderful night. 

To Be Continued.



My Son, My Lover



I raised my knees, spreading myself wide open as I plunged the dildo in and out, in and out, in and out of my hot clenching cunt. I tried to recall my husband mounting me, taking me, and me taking him, needing him. I tried to recall his weight atop me, his strong thighs spreading my softer ones wide. I tried to recall his face over mine, his hands on my breasts, his cock filling my pussy.

Oh god, how I needed to orgasm. How I needed a man with me, on me, in me; his cock fucking me hard and fast and thoroughly. How I yearned for a pair of heavy balls slapping at my perineum. Still thrusting the hard rubber dildo in and out, my other hand found my clit, and rubbed it furiously. I felt the heat building in my belly, radiating down to my flowing pussy and upwards to my heaving breasts. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I whispered feverishly. 

My feet curled. My back arched. I gave a low guttural cry as I orgasmed. I felt that wonderful warm blush on my cheeks and breasts. I twisted the dildo inside me, pressing it against the roof of my vagina, squeezing on it. Another orgasm ripped through me, and I bet my lips to keep from crying out. I pulled the drenched fake penis from me and brought it to my lips. I inhaled the scent of my own cum, and licked it, tasting my juices from the hard rubber, remembering how I’d done the same to my husbands cum-covered flesh relishing in our combined flavors from his so masculine flesh.

Suddenly, it was James’ cock, dripping with his cum and mine, and I was sucking it eagerly, hungrily. I recoiled from the thought. In an agony of guilt and shame, I put the dildo back into the drawer, and lay back. I felt my cum dribbling down my thighs. There was a large wet spot on the sheet under me. I lay awake, I don’t know how long, finally falling into an uneasy sleep.