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My Son

By: Lopamudra99



Hi! I am Lopamudra. I am 38 years old and a happily married woman. I have a son. And my husband loves me very much. We belong to India and now my husband is working in India. We have a very nice house here in Cuttack and my son name is Babu. He is 18 years old. and having. My husband usually goes to Rourkela for his job. 

This is my true story and myself (Lopa) narrates it. My husband had gone to Rourkela for three weeks and told Babu to take care of the house. I feel that Babu is very happy. The next night I saw that Babu has gone to his room without watching TV. And I became curious why he did so. 

Then I went to Babu's room and slowly opened the door and started peeping inside. I found Babu masturbating his jumbo-sized cock. I kept on seeing him. I don't know what makes me to stop there. Definitely it was Babu's dick. There were lots of thoughts in my mind that I am a Mother and he is my son. 

There is something happening with my body chemistry. My BP and also my erotic desire aroused a lot after seeing Babu's huge dick. Suddenly I felt my heartbeats irregular and I tighten up my thighs, while looking at his gigantic dick. I become misbalance and tries to gain the balance but my bangles rang and Babu stood up while seeing at me. Then he slowly stepping towards me and came close to me. 

Now he can easily judge my condition and he whispered me " come inside Lopa Mummy" and soon he placed his arm around my waist and pushed me inside. I hesitatingly walked inside while looking at my feet with shyness. Babu then bolted the door and smilingly he slapped my ass and said " Lopa Mummy don't worry, your husband will not be able to know what happened between you and me. (He hugged me and started kissing my neck, face and lips and his hands are on my ass and his fingers are inside my butts) Lopa Mummy you are the prettiest and hottest woman I have ever met. Lopa Mummy your ass is also very pretty and soft". I can't stop Babu by doing all this. 

I wanted to stop him but he is very nasty at that moment. Babu hold my right ass butt in his hand and guided me to his bed. There he asked me " Lopa Mummy sit down, I know that you are nervous right now, please don't worry, we shall become good friends after this beautiful meeting" then I said " Babu please! Don't d o anything to me which is wrong in words of society, and I don't want to have an illicit relations with my son" Babu replied " Lopa Mummy don't worry Jaan! (He sat besides me on the bed and placed his hand on my shoulder and pulled me towards his thickly haired chest, and he was completely nude at that time and it was pretty difficult for me to control my sexual desires, because the man sitting besides me is nude and having a gorgeous dick, so I placed my head on Babu's shoulder and this was the sign which I gave him that I direly in need of a throbbing fuck). 

And I think he understands my position and he placed his hand on my thighs and also his fingers are trying to enter in between my thighs. I didn't say anything to him when his fingers reached the most effective area of the woman 'her clit'. Babu's fingers are doing magic with my clit. I started losing my control and said "Babu plz! Don't do it, plz let me go" Babu kept on playing with my clit. 

No sooner I laid opens on the bed and loosen my thighs so that Babu's fingers keep on teasing my clit because this is very enjoyable time. Babu started kissing and licking my neck and now I am totally under the control of my partner. Babu placed his lips on my lips and pushed his tongue in my mouth so his juicy saliva is straight coming to my mouth. 

When he completely satisfies that she will not go anywhere, he got up and said " Lopa Mummy got up and put off your clothes". I extended my hand towards Babu and he holds it and pulls me up. I got up and pulled off my qameez. Babu came from back and started licking and kissing my waist. His one hand entered in between my thighs from the front and other started pressing my breast. I kept him doing this and pulled down my shalwar. While putting off my shalwar I bent down and when I got up Babu's lovely dick stuck up in my ass. I pressed my ass so that I can enjoy his dick and Babu started jerking my ass. Then Babu unhooks my bra and holds my breasts in his hands and said "Lopa Mummy you have very good pair of breasts and I think your husband is damn lucky that he has a woman like you to fuck and now I think that I am more lucky than him because you are going to fuck by me". then he started suking my nipples. 

Then I lay down the bed and waiting for Babu's loving dick to fuck and tear off my pussy. Then Babu sits in between my thighs and spreaded his saliva on my pussy with his fingers and also put some of saliva on his cock's big head. Then Babu wide opens my legs and make an ample space for his dick on my vaginal opening. Babu pressed his cock in my pussy. OOH! God! Plzzzz! Babu easy, AAOUCH! I'll die, Babu your cock is toooo big for me, plzzz easy and slowly. Babu was a real cool-fucker; he holds my face in his hands and started kissing my lips. My mouth was filled with Babu's juicy saliva and he keeps on building pressure on his cock and it was slipping inch by inch in my soft pussy. Babu's cock is just like a hard iron's rod and I can bet that by his first push my soft vaginal walls started bleeding. My husband's dick is smaller than Babu's dick. And Babu's dick was uncircumcised so it is very thick from middle due to lot of flesh on it. 

Babu keeps building the pressure on my pussy and his cock was penetrating in my pussy inch by inch. When his whole cock penetrates deep inside my vagina I hold his waist and my eyes were tightly closed. Babu whispers in passion "Babu you are really a tight and hot bitch". Then I hold his face in my hands and kissed his lips and replied in a whisper "Babu My Jaan your dick is so hard for my soft pussy that I can't be able to bear your brutal jerks, plz jerk modestly to your Lopa Mummy's pussy". Babu replied "I'll fuck you like a whore! Lopa Mummy, you fucken bitch today you will forget your pimp husband". He started pushing his dick heavily in and out of my pussy regardless of my painful moan. Then he took my legs on his shoulders and fucking me like anything. I started moaning heavily and enjoying his cock. 

Then Babu pulled back my thighs and touched them to my breasts and keeps his fast brutal thrusts on my pussy. He fucked me for more than 20 long and painful minutes. Babu ejaculates his hot and viscid sperms deep inside my vagina. In this fuck I ejaculated for three times. Babu has really a gorgeous dick. 

I always remember this fuck when I was in mood. And I always have fun with Babu dick. Now his dick is my property and I usually give Babu good blowjob and he loves to fill my mouth with his sticky, hot and salty semen. Usually I conceive pregnancy by Babu's thick semen and till now I already aborted my 2nd child because Babu was their father. 

Babu also fucked my virgin asshole.

My Son



This is the story of my relationship with my son Neal. My husband left in the middle of the night when Neal was 12 years old and neither of us has ever heard from him since. I am now 45 though all of my friends tell me I still look like I am in my late 20s. I am 5'6" with long red hair that hangs down past my waist. My breasts are still a firm, upright 36D and I have a 24" waist. My hips are only 34" which made having Neal a bit difficult. But he's the best thing in my life and being married to his worthless father is made that much better by his being the product. Neal is now 26 and 6'4" tall, solid muscle with an engaging smile that makes everyone like him immediately.

For the first couple of years after Neal's father left, I was just a mess, crying all the time, feeling sorry for myself, wondering what I did wrong that he would just leave like that. Everything had seemed to be going great. One day when Neal was 18, I remember it well, I had just finished showering when I was overcome by one of my feel-sorry-for-myself episodes and sat on the bed crying. I had always tried to shield Neal from how I felt but he must have heard me crying, for the next thing I knew he was standing next to the bed, a hand on my shoulder trying to reassure me.

"Don't cry, mom," he said. "Everything will be okay."

At that I burst into tears, the thought of my son trying to comfort me. I wrapped my arms around Neal's waist and buried my head against his stomach, sobbing uncontrollably. Neal continued to gently stroke my head until I stopped crying. I finally got control of myself and let him go, sitting up, not realizing that my towel had come undone and had slipped from my body to the bed, exposing me entirely.

"I'm sorry, Neal," I told him, still unaware that he was staring at my naked body.

Neal was already over six feet tall and from where I was sitting his waist was just about at eye level. Because of that I couldn't help noticing the bulge that began to grow in Neal's shorts. Looking up at him I saw that he was acutely embarrassed and that his eyes kept moving over my body, which I now realized was totally exposed to his view. Pulling up my towel I furiously thought of how to deal with the situation.

"I'm sorry, Neal," I told him. "I didn't realize the towel had fallen. That wasn't fair to you."

"Gee, mom, that's okay," Neal stammered, his cock still growing and pushing out the front of his shorts. "It's just that you're really beautiful."

"You must be kidding," I laughed. "I'm in my 30s. But seeing me made this happen?" I asked, pointedly lifting my hand and gently placing it over the bulge in his shorts.

"Gosh, yeah, I guess so," Neal stammered as I felt the size of him through his shorts. He was definitely bigger than his father had been.

"I haven't been with a man since your father left," I had confessed, still gently squeezing his cock through his shorts. "I didn't think I could get a man excited anymore."

"You've sure got me excited," Neal gasped as I squeezed him firmly through his shorts.

"It does feel that way," I agreed, again squeezing him. "But let me see," I said, letting my hand slide up to his waistband.

Neal had just stood there while I pulled his shorts down to the floor, his cock springing out and standing straight in front of him.

"Oh, Neal, you have such a nice cock," I told him, reaching out and grasping him around the shaft while at the same time I leaned forward, opening my mouth and softly sucking on the head of my son's cock.

"Oh, mom!" Neal exclaimed as I began to suck his cock, moaning as I remembered the taste I so loved. I lost any pretense of keeping the towel around me and let it slide back down onto the bed, now sitting naked on my bed with my son standing between my spread legs while I sucked his cock. It had to be at least 10" long and it was only with great effort that I managed to suck it entirely into my mouth and throat without choking.

"Neal, I'm so sorry," I stammered, keeping firm hold on his cock and looking up at him. "It's just that it's been so long and you have such a beautiful cock. I'll stop if you want me to," I told him, "but if you'll let me, I'd like to keep on sucking your beautiful cock until you cum in my mouth. I always loved the taste of cum and it's been a few years now. Do you understand?"

"Gee, mom, I don't mind if that's what you want to do," Neal replied. "It sure does feel good."

"I promise you'll like it, you'll see," I remember replying as I opened my mouth to once more engulf my son's cock. I sucked it like there was no tomorrow, letting it slide all the way down my throat like I had learned to do many years before, holding his balls in one hand and gently rolling them around. I could tell Neal was getting close to the point of no return when he'd fill my mouth with his cum, virgin cum I was sure. I wanted to feel him shoot his hot load into my mouth and fill it over and over again. 

As I felt his balls begin to contract in my hand I slid my hand up between his ass cheeks and pushed a finger gently but firmly into his ass just as he fired the first of a huge load of cum into my mouth. Neal was groaning and moaning as I sucked him dry, gulping and swallowing as fast as he filled my mouth, my finger firmly up his ass. 

Even after I had sucked him dry his cock stayed hard as a rock, standing proudly out in front of him, my finger still impaling his ass, though I now slowly drew it out, feeling Neal relax and hearing him sigh.

"That was just wonderful, Neal," I told him. "Your cock is magnificent and you just filled me with your hot tasty cum. Did you like it too?" I asked, flicking my tongue out and licking the head of his cock.

"Oh, yeah. That was the best thing I've ever felt," Neal had insisted, still in disbelief that his mother was sitting in front of him naked, having just sucked him off and swallowed all of it.

"And you're still so hard," I had commented, grasping him tightly in my fist and squeezing. "Maybe you'd like some more?"

"Well, gosh, mom, what do you mean?"

"Maybe you'd like to stick this big beautiful cock in my pussy and fuck me," I had boldly said. "My pussy hasn't felt a real cock since your father left. Do you think you could do that for me?" I had asked, licking his cock.

"Well, yeah, if you want," Neal had replied, hardly daring to believe his ears.

"Then play with my tits first," I had told him, pinching my hard nipples and pulling on them. "Play with them and suck on them," I instructed my son.

Neal dropped to his knees between his mother's legs, his eyes wide as he stared at her full breasts with their hard nipples sticking out. His mother's fingers kept pinching and twisting her own nipples until she suddenly reached out and pulled Neal's head closer to her until he had no choice but to open his mouth and suck on a nipple. It felt strange yet good to Neal as he sucked his mother's nipple, finally getting enough courage together to let his hands slide up her body and squeeze her breasts as he sucked them. Karen had one hand on the back of her son's head and the other was between her legs as her pussy overflowed with juices of excitement. 

After several minutes of getting her tits thoroughly sucked, Karen lifted Neal's chin with one hand, looking him in the eyes.

"That is just wonderful, Neal," she told him. "It felt so good. See how hard my nipples are?" she asked, pinching and pulling on them. "And my pussy is so wet. Suck my pussy for me now, Neal, before you fuck me, okay?"

"Huh?" Neal asked.

"Like I sucked your cock, I want you to suck my pussy," Karen told him, laying back and bringing her feet up onto the edge of the bed, wide apart, showing her son her red-fringed pussy. "Lick my pussy and suck it, Neal," Karen told her son, pushing gently on his head.

Neal lowered his face until he could smell his mother's pussy. It was so wet and glistening with her juices. But it smelled okay so Neal tentatively stuck his tongue out and licked it, tasting his mother's pussy for the first time. It didn't seem to taste bad so Neal went for another taste, this time dragging his tongue all the way up between his mother's pussy lips, really tasting her. And really liking it.

The next thing he knew is that his mother was moaning and writhing on the bed as he eagerly licked and sucked her juicy pussy. It was so tasty. He loved sucking on her thick pussy lips and then sucking on her clit, fat and thick and protruding almost a half an inch. When he stuck his tongue up into her pussy as far as he could, Neal was rewarded with a sweet nectar that he couldn't resist.

Finally Karen reached down and pushed her son's face up from her pussy, gasping for breath as she did so.

"Neal, you eat pussy like a professional," Karen told her son. "I can't believe how good that felt. Now stick your big beautiful cock in my pussy and fuck me," she ordered him. "I need to feel your cock inside of me," she told him.

Without even hesitating Neal stood up and jammed his cock into his mother's open and willing pussy, feeling the warmth envelope his cock as it squeezed him until his entire length was buried deep within his mother's pussy. The feeling was indescribable as Neal looked down, seeing his cock sticking into his mother's red-fringed pussy, her full breasts heaving with big hard nipples sticking out, her mouth open in ecstacy as her son's 10-inch cock filled her pussy.

"Oh, Neal, that feels so good," Karen moaned, wriggling her hips as though to try to even further impale herself on her son's cock. "Now fuck me, fuck me hard," she said, pressing against him. "Fuck me until you cum in my pussy, Neal."

And that is exactly what Neal did, ramming his cock in and out of his mother's eager pussy, watching as her pussy lips clung to the shaft of his cock each time he pulled back, only to plunge into her pussy along with his cock when he slammed back in. Karen was furiously rubbing her clit while her son fucked her, her head lifted up so that she could watch as his cock slid in and out of her pussy.

"That's it, Neal, that's it," Karen said when she felt his cock begin to swell even bigger. "Fill me with your cum, right in my pussy," she told him, feeling him explode inside of her, splashing his hot load deep into her. "Oh, yes, yes, yes," Karen moaned, milking her son's cock with her pussy, trying to squeeze every last drop from him. "So good," she sighed in contentment. "Let me suck you now," she told him pushing to a sitting position as he withdrew his wet, gooey cock from her pussy. "You were so wonderful," she told him, opening her mouth and letting his cock slide down her tongue to the back of her throat before she closed her lips on him, sucking, letting her tongue lathe him as she sucked their combined juices from his cock. And then she sucked his entire length down into her throat, sucking on his entire cock, tasting herself and his now familiar cum as she sucked him clean, stopping only when he was once again rock hard.

"Oh, Neal, you and this magnificent cock of yours are just amazing," Karen breathed, licking her son's cock once again. "Now suck my pussy for me again," she asked him, licking the head of his cock. "Will you do that for me?"

"Uh, sure, mom," Neal had stammered, sinking to his knees and staring at his mother's now puffy, oozing pussy.

"Lick me right here," Karen said, using her finger to rub her clit. "Suck on my clit and stick your tongue up inside of me," she had said, propped up on her elbows to watch as her son slid his tongue into her cum-filled pussy. "Umm, that's wonderful," she sighed as Neal began to eat her pussy. "You're making me feel so good."

She let Neal suck her pussy for a good ten minutes before pulling him upward and on top of her again, reaching down between their bodies for his rock hard cock and guiding it once again into her all too ready pussy. This time Neal fucked her for almost a half an hour before his balls began to tighten as his orgasm approached.

"Oh, Neal, you are such a good lover," Karen had said, hugging him tightly. "I want you to cum in my mouth this time, okay? When you think you're going to cum, just pull out and crawl up so I can suck you until you cum in my mouth."

And that's just what Neal did when he felt his balls begin to churn, pulling his rock-hard cock from his mother's dripping pussy, wet and gooey, and crawled up her body so that he was straddling her chest, his cock pointing at her mouth. Karen opened her mouth and sucked her son's cock in, again tasting herself all over him as she enthusiastically sucked on him, driving him to the orgasm she so wanted to taste. And then his cock was swelling and then exploding in her mouth, hot sticky cum filling her as she sucked on him. And she again sucked him dry, sucking him until he was again hard, then turning him onto his back and mounting him, his cock again piercing her pussy as she rode him, her breasts heaving, nipples hard.

And that was how the rest of that night went as Karen continuously sucked Neal hard, having him fuck her all night long, and then just before dawn having him fuck her in the ass, something she had never done before. And that was just the beginning. Ever since then and to this day Karen had awakened her son by sucking his cock until he came in her mouth, then sucking him hard again and fucking him.

Karen thought back to that time when Neal had been 17 in his senior year of high school and the issue of dating had finally arisen. She could tell that Neal was uncomfortable about something for a few weeks and she had finally gotten him to talk about it one evening after she had fucked him until he came twice.

"Well, you see, there's going to be the first dance of the year," Neal had explained. "And since I'm like captain of the football team I should go."

"Of course you should," I had commented, thoroughly agreeing with him.

"But I don't want to go by myself," Neal had confessed.

"Well, you should go with somebody then," I had told him, realizing at last his dilemma. "Do you have anyone in mind," I asked.

"I'd like to take you," he had said immediately.

"I don't think that would be right, Neal," I had told him, completely flattered that I had been wrong. "I'm your mother, after all. You should go with one of the girls from your class."

"But who?" Neal asked, staring at her.

"Neal, I'm sure any girl you ask will say yes. You're a very handsome young man, if I do say so myself. And I want you to go, Neal. It's part of the normal growing up that you still have to do. It won't hurt my feelings. I'll still be here when you get home."

"Are you sure you wouldn't mind?" Neal asked. "Because I won't if you do."

"Neal, don't be ridiculous. I fully expect you to date girls and even probably have sex with some of them. How else are you going to one day find a girl to marry so you can have kids of your own?"

"And we could still..."

"Neal, I'm always here for you. As long as you live in this house I'll suck your cock and fuck you every single morning. No matter what. Do you understand?"

"Yeah," he had sighed. "I just don't want to ruin anything between us."

"You couldn't possibly," I had told him. "Now suck my pussy and fuck me again."

So Neal started dating some of the girls from his school, never dating any one of them exclusively, but dating several that all seemed to accept the situation. Then one Friday evening Neal mentioned that he might be later than usual getting home from his date. I looked at him, wondering about what he had said as I told him to be careful and to be sure to wake me as soon as he got home if I was asleep.

I must have dozed off on the sofa, for I was suddenly waking up to Neal gently shaking my shoulder. As I shook off my sleep and sat up I noticed that Neal was trying not to avoid eye contact with me but was not succeeding. I knew that things must have progressed between him and his date and realized that how I dealt with this situation would determine how we interacted for the rest of our lives.

"Mmm, I've been waiting for you to get home," I told him, smiling up at him as I rubbed and pulled on my nipples, making them stand out hard. "I've been just dying to suck your cock," I told him, reaching for his pants.

"Uh, I think I'll take a shower first," Neal had replied, backing up slightly so that he was out of reach.

"Don't be silly," I told him, reaching out and pulling him closer by the front of his pants.

Neal fidgeted while I pulled his pants and underwear down, his cock dangling in front of him, not standing straight out in front like it had always done whenever she had undressed him. Karen could see dried cum on his cock and knew that he had finally fucked another girl for the first time in his life. Without hesitating Karen had opened her mouth and taken his cock in, closing her lips around the shaft and sucking on him with her whole mouth, tasting the entire length of his cock at once.

Neal groaned as I sucked him, tasting his familiar cum as well as the new tangy taste of some young girl's pussy that tasted distinctly different from her own pussy that she was so used to tasting on her son's cock. I sucked him until he was hard, which didn't take long, as usual, then sat back, still pumping his cock with my hand.

"Oh, Neal, your cock has been in a very tasty pussy tonight, hasn't it?" I had said, once more licking the head.

"Uh, yeah," Neal stammered as I continued to lick his cock.

"And now you're going to give your mother some of what she got, aren't you?" I asked, laying back and spreading my legs wide, opening my all too wet pussy to my son who quickly filled it with his cock.

And so life went. Neal would go out on his dates, more often than not coming home with strange pussy on his cock for me to suck before he would fuck me too. And each and every morning I would wake him by sucking his cock and then fucking him again. I never felt the need to meet or date other men. Neal was all I needed. No complications.

And then one day Neal asked me if it was okay to bring his date home later, to meet me. It seems he had been pretty steadily dating one particular girl and he wanted her to meet me. When I asked Neal if she would be spending the night, he wasn't sure. I told him it would be okay if she did, but that I still expected to suck his cock in the morning and get laid. This much he had to promise.

When Neal came home later, and it was late, almost midnight, I was still up, wearing only a very short and sheer negligee that came down just to the bottom of my ass. Neal's date was Carol, a very sweet girl, blonde with a nice slender figure. She was obviously a little nervous being introduced to me, especially with me being dressed the way I was. We all sat in the living room with Neal and Carol on the sofa and me on a chair facing them to talk for a little bit. I made sure to flash my pussy at Neal a couple of times and was certain that at least once Carol noticed. 

Then I announced that I was tired and was going to read for a bit before falling asleep. I kissed Neal goodnight, telling him, and Carol, that I would see him/them in the morning, and went to my room where I waited for perhaps 15 minutes before silently sneaking out of my room down the hall to where I could see into the living room.

And my timing was none too soon, for Neal and Carol were on the floor, naked, in a 69 with Carol's ass and feet pointing in my direction. I could see right into her sweet pussy as Neal's tongue clove between her pussy lips, eating her pussy as he had mine many, many times before. I couldn't see Carol sucking Neal's cock but I knew she had a mouthful. And then they rolled to their hands and knees with Neal behind Carol, her ass still pointing at me. I watched as Neal fed inch after inch of his cock into her tight pussy.




My Son



And then Neal began to fuck her, slamming his cock in and out of her pussy as she rotated her ass against him, eagerly fucking him back. And then Neal arched his back as he began to cum, filling Carol's pussy, cum obviously oozing out from around his cock as he emptied his balls inside of her.

When he finished Carol was laying on her chest, her ass up in the air, her pussy full of Neal's cock and cum. Then Neal slowly withdrew his cock from Carol's pussy and Karen was able to see right into it. And it was beautiful, the lips thick and spread, protruding, with her swollen clit protruding out from between her lips, cum oozing from her hole. 

Neal said something to her about the bathroom and then he was getting to his feet and coming towards the hallway where I was watching. I quickly backed up, almost making it to my bedroom door before Neal entered the hallway, a grin on his face when he saw me. He followed me into my room, his wet, gooey cock swinging in front of him.

"I knew you'd watch," he said, grinning at me. "Did you like it?"

"Oh, Neal," I said, dropping to my knees in front of him. "It was beautiful," I told him just before opening my mouth and sucking his still wet cock in, tasting Carol's fresh pussy juices all over him. "Umm, she sure does have a sweet pussy."

"She sure does," Neal agreed, his hand caressing his mother's head as she continued to suck his cock back to a state of erection. "I better get back now," he said, gently disengaging his now hard cock from his mother's mouth.

"I expect some of that, if not tonight, then in the morning like always," Karen told her son as she got to her feet.

"Absolutely," Neal agreed with a big smile. "How could I start the day without it?"

Karen followed Neal back down the hall, watching as he knelt down on the floor next to a snoozing Carol, rolling her over and spreading her legs, lifting them over his shoulders and sliding his cock once more into her pussy. Karen could hear her groaning as Neal pumped her pussy. He fucked her for almost 30 minutes before Karen saw signs of his imminent orgasm. She was secretly delighted when Neal pulled his still hard cock from Carol's pussy, dripping juices, and sat her up, guiding his cock into her mouth. Karen watched in fascination as Carol sucked Neal's cock. It surprised her to see that she could easily take the entire thing into her mouth and down her throat.

And then Neal began to cum in Carol's mouth. She reacted by gripping his cock in her hand and directing the stream of cum into her open mouth. Karen watched as spurt after spurt shot into Carol's mouth. She would shoot her tongue out every once in a while to lick and tease the head of Neal's cock and then she finally glued her lips to the head and sucked, her tongue teasing every bit of cum from his slit as Neal groaned in delight. When the two of them collapsed on the floor together, Karen went to her room, highly excited, and masturbated herself to two orgasms before finally falling asleep.

The next morning Karen was awakened by the sensation of weight settling on her bed. As she opened her eyes and rolled over, Neal was straddling her chest, his hard dripping cock pointing at her face. Smiling, Karen opened her mouth and began to suck her son's cock, tasting Carol's pussy juices as well as his cum all over it. Then Neal flipped her onto her stomach and spread her legs, opening her pussy and asshole to him. Karen wasn't sure where she was going to get fucked until she felt Neal's cock sliding into her wet pussy. She sighed in delight as he began to fuck her.

Neal's cock had never felt so good, it seemed to her, coming right from a young sweet pussy to hers. She writhed on the bed as Neal slammed his cock in and out of her, hard and proud as her pussy happily ate him. After what seemed like an eternity Karen felt Neal's cock begin to swell and then she felt him explode inside of her, cum shooting into her pussy as she milked his cock. 

Then Neal's cock slid from her pussy and he pulled her up onto her knees, her face and chest still pressed into the bed, and she felt her pussy being eaten. She so liked being sucked after Neal fucked her and she knew Neal liked it too. She sighed as she felt the tongue probing up into her, tasting all the combined juices, sucking on her clit. Therefore she was totally surprised when Neal lifted her face from the bed and guided his still wet cock into her open mouth.

As Karen sucked her son's cock in shock, she realized that it had to be someone else eating her pussy and that it must be Carol, Neal's date. The thought excited her even more as she devoured her son's cock sucking him like she had never sucked before, loving the sensation of a tongue in her pussy as she sucked him. And then Karen felt her pussy abandoned and then Neal pulled his cock from her mouth as Carol swung a leg over her head, lowering her gooey, spunk- filled pussy onto her mouth. Karen eagerly stuck her tongue up into Carol's pussy, tasting her juices fully and also Neal's cum. She had never had sex with another woman before but she found herself eating pussy like it was the only thing in the world. Carol tasted so good. And then she felt Neal between her legs, his tongue in her pussy, eating her at the same time she was sucking his cum from his girlfriend's pussy.

And that's how they spent the rest of the day, fucking and sucking in every possible combination, Neal fucking both their pussies and asses several times, then resting while they enjoyed a 69 for almost an hour. And all this without any talk other than sex talk. Just pure unadulterated sex.

Neal later told her how he had admitted to Carol what their relationship was when she began expressing an interest in trying out more varied sexual experiences, including a threesome with another woman. Carol became what was only the first of many girlfriends that Neal would share with her. 

And then there was the time that Neal had come home from college with his football teammate and roommate Nate, the biggest, blackest man Karen had ever seen. He was more than 6'5" tall and almost 300 pounds of solid muscle which rippled all over his body. Karen couldn't help staring at the obvious package bulging between his legs as he towered over her. 

That evening after they had eaten Karen had changed into a short nightgown and gone to Neal's room when she heard Nate go into the shower. She had missed him so much and just couldn't wait to get some of his cock. She pushed him back on the bed, pulling his shorts down and releasing his already hard cock which she instantly engulfed, savoring the taste of her son's cock once again. She was on her knees, her nightgown pulled up over her ass which was pointing at the door as she sucked Neal's cock. She felt Neal's hand on the back of her head almost at the same time she felt a cock pressing into her from behind. A very large cock. A very, very large cock, she realized as it slowly pushed into her pussy, stretching her like she had never been stretched before.

Karen had continued sucking her son's cock, aware that it was obviously Nate behind her stuffing his monster cock into her pussy. When she felt his belly pressing against her ass, she lifted her face from Neal's cock and looked back over her shoulder at Nate, a big grin on his face as he stood with his cock buried in her pussy. Then he started to fuck her and Karen returned to sucking Neal's cock. She couldn't believe how big his cock seemed as it slid in and out of her pussy, triggering a multiple orgasm that just wouldn't stop.

Neal had just cum in her mouth, filling it several times and causing her to quickly swallow when she felt Nate's cock leave her pussy. Following the urging of both their hands Karen had turned around to face a black cock that more resembled a baseball bat, huge, hard, dripping with juices. She opened her mouth and wrapped a hand part way around the shaft, bringing it into her mouth and tasting a black cock for the first time, and one covered with her own pussy juices too.

She found herself challenged to suck such a huge cock. It was so hard to fit it into her mouth. And then Neal was pulling her onto her knees on the bed, never letting her lose Nate's big black cock from her mouth. She felt his cock slide into her pussy, once, twice, then it slid up to her asshole and pushed in. Karen almost fainted when she felt Neal's cock push into her ass, filling her like Nate's cock had done to her pussy and was now doing to her mouth. Neal began fucking her ass while she still sucked Nate's cock. 

And then Nate's cock erupted in her mouth. Never had Karen been presented with so much cum at once. She actually couldn't swallow fast enough to keep it from dribbling out the sides of her mouth and running down her chin, even though she gulped five or six times, each time swallowing a mouthful of hot cum. Just as Nate finally finished shooting cum into her mouth, Neal erupted in her ass, filling her with his cum too. For the rest of the night, and indeed, the next three days, Neal and Nate fucked and sucked her almost dead. She didn't put on any clothes the whole time. Hardly 15 minutes would go by and one of them would grab her and fuck her mouth, pussy or ass. And more often than not it was both of them at the same time. It was the most sexually satisfying few days of her entire life and Karen knew she looked forward to Nate visiting again. As they both stood ready to return to school, Karen couldn't help dropping to her knees and sucking both of them off one more time, making them promise to come back again real soon.

Karen smiled as she thought back on that first time Neal had shared her with another man. After that there were many times when Neal would share her with his friends, both male and female. Like that first Christmas after he had gone to college, after he had brought Nate home.

Neal had shown up unexpectedly with company, Nate, two other equally large members of the football team, and Tammy, an incredibly beautiful black girl who was introduced as one of the varsity cheerleaders. They had all seemed so nice but Karen remembered being a bit uncomfortable, first because she just couldn't wait to get to Neal's cock, and secondly because of Nate being there and also wanting his cock again too. But they had all eaten dinner together and Karen had learned that they actually had 10 days of break before they had to get back to school for the fall semester.

After they had cleaned up from dinner, with everyone pitching in, they adjourned to the living room and Neal produced a couple of bottles of Grand Marnier and poured everyone drinks. After a couple of drinks Neal and the others convinced Tammy to give an exhibition of her cheerleading moves, ostensibly so Karen could see how talented she was. At first demurring, Tammy finally agreed and went to change. When she returned she was wearing her cheerleading outfit, short skirt and halter top with white tennis shoes. The light blue color of the outfit really contrasted the chocolate color of her skin and her very full breasts filled the halter top, the outlines of her nipples clearly visible as well as a deep decolletage.

Tammy began by doing some stretches, her elbows to the floor in front of her, splits forward and to the sides, and then finally a backbend. Because her skirt was so short Karen was able to easily see that Tammy was wearing no panties and that her pussy was shaved smooth. When she pushed herself back upright, she had a smile on her face. Then she began to do some kicks and again her pussy was easily visible to everyone. Karen noticed that all the boys had smiles on their faces as they watched Tammy. When she lifted her foot over her head and hooked her ankle around the back of her head, standing on one foot, there were some whistles from the boys as her pussy was plainly exposed and obviously very wet.

Neal had taken that moment to mention that I had been taking yoga and aerobics classes for several years and that I was also very flexible. Tammy immediately suggested that I try some of the moves she was doing. When one of the boys joked that it would be better if I had an outfit like Tammy's too, she replied that she had a spare. That she always did. We were about the same size so I reluctantly, sort of, got talked into trying it on. 

When we went to the other room and Tammy produced the spare outfit, I quickly dropped my clothes and began to pull it on. Tammy commented on what a good body I had as she helped me tie the halter top. Stepping back to take a critical look, Tammy smiled.

"You look like some tasty co-ed," she said, taking me by the hand and pulling me back into the living room with her where we were greeted by cheers and whistles and the clapping of hands.

I tried my best to keep up with Tammy, but she was almost half my age and even though I was in good shape I was nowhere near as flexible as she was. When Tammy knelt down on the floor and laid back until her shoulders were on the ground there were shouts of encouragement as her skirt pulled up exposing her spread pussy. When I knelt down to also try I knew they were all staring at my naked pussy as I felt my skirt pull up.

Then Tammy pushed up into a backbend, only her hands and feet touching the floor. As Karen thought about trying to get up into a backbend, several of the boys surrounded Tammy, quickly stripping her of her halter top and skirt, leaving her totally naked. Suddenly hands were lifting her up into a backbend and then her clothes vanished, too, leaving her totally exposed.

Karen felt her pussy getting really wet and knew that they could see the juices between her spread pussy lips. When Karen felt a tongue slide between her pussy lips, tasting her, she sighed, only to have a large black cock slide into her open mouth. Hands gently lowered her to the ground on her back, the cock never leaving her mouth and the tongue never leaving her pussy.

After a while Karen felt her legs being lifted and a cock slid into her pussy. As much as it was possible to sigh around Nate's huge cock, Karen sighed as she got fucked. Though she couldn't see, she could hear and knew that Tammy was also getting some special treatment right next to her on the ground. She found herself wondering where Neal was in this mix.

"Remember, don't cum in their mouths," she heard him say from over her, confirming that it was he fucking her.

Then it wasn't too long and Karen felt Neal's cock swell up and then explode inside of her, filling her pussy with his cum. When he finished cumming, he moved to have her suck his cock clean and she was able to see that Tammy indeed was getting the same treatment. And the size of the cocks she was getting treated by was truly impressive. And then she was sucking Neal's cum-covered cock while Nate stuffed his huge cock into her pussy and took up where Neal had left off. And very shortly he too came inside of her, adding to the huge load Neal had given her. When he finished cumming he too moved up to her head so that she could suck him clean, his cock covered with her pussy juices and his and Neal's cum all at once. And it tasted so good.

And then Nate took his cock from her mouth and Tammy was rolling over on top of her, her obviously freshly fucked pussy spread open right in front of her face, cum drooling from her hole from the two other boys who had just fucked her. When she felt Tammy's tongue slide into her pussy as she sucked the cum cocktail filling her, she dove into Tammy's pussy, feasting madly on her gooey pussy, tasting her and the other two boys for the first time.

Karen couldn't believe how much cum filled Tammy's pussy as she sucked her. Mouthful after mouthful she sucked and swallowed until finally she was eating fresh clean pussy, and tasty pussy at that. She herself had cum at least a half a dozen times as Tammy feasted on her pussy, stopping at last and rolling off of her, leaving Karen looking up at the smiling faces of the four boys, their cocks once again hard and standing out in front of them.

For the rest of that night and the next 9 days Karen had functioned as a sex toy, servicing by fucking and sucking all four of the boys and Tammy too. She spent more time with 2-4 cocks filling her than she imagined possible and was truly sorry when they all had to go back to school after the Christmas break. But there were other times after that when Neal would show up with a group of friends, and then Karen would get all the cock and pussy she could handle.

But now he was married almost two years to Cindy, a wonderful girl. Tall and blonde and beautiful, she had been living with them for almost three years now. Karen smiled as she softly turned the handle on their bedroom door and entered, seeing in the dim light Neal on top of Cindy, his ass moving up and down as he pistoned his cock in and out of her pussy, her legs wrapped around his back. Reaching between his legs, Karen carefully found and held Neal's balls, gently rolling them in her hand before letting her hand slide down around his slippery shaft and into Cindy's wet pussy. They both began to moan and Karen could feel her son's cock spurting cum into his wife's pussy. When he had finished, he rolled off of her onto his back and Karen dove into Cindy's cum-filled pussy, drinking up the cum cocktail that filled her, sucking on her delicious pussy until she came twice more and was totally clean. Then she turned her attention to her son's cock, sucking it into her mouth, savoring the flavor of the two of them all over him, not stopping until he was clean and very hard again, at which time she crawled up the bed and straddled him, sliding his cock up into her pussy as she once again got her morning fuck from her dear son. When she had finished, Cindy crawled between her legs, sucking on her pussy before sucking her husband's cock clean.

"Umm, good morning," Karen cooed in contentment.

"Good morning, mom," Neal said as Cindy mounted his now hard cock once more.

"It's going to be a nice day, isn't it?" Karen commented, watching as Cindy rode Neal's cock.

"It always is," Cindy commented, "when you're around to suck us off first thing in the morning."

"Well, I am Neal's mother, after all," Karen said with a smile, rolling over and planting her pussy on Neal's face as Cindy continued to ride his cock. 



My Son



You know the saying about old dogs, well I learned a few new tricks and I learned them from my son. He lives with me and since he finished school, he’s been working out regularly. He was a big boy during his school years and since then, he decided that he wanted to improve his strength and lose some weight at the same time. He started going to a particular gym and has continued for two years now. There has been quite an improvement in him in that time and now, he was quite good looking and very trim and athletic. The only thing is that I’ve always suspected that maybe he wasn’t all that interested in girls but more so in men but I never found any proof until one day when he came home with a hunk. 

I don’t know what else to call this guy. He was built like a football player, trim waist, flat stomach and well-defined chest, at least what I could see of it. He was about 6 feet and had the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. When he smiled, his whole face lit up and it was very contagious. John introduced us and told me they were going to spend a little time in his room watching some videos. Pete didn’t look like the type of guy who would sit and watch videos but I watched them disappear into John’s room anyway. 

About half an hour later, I heard a yell come from John’s room. I didn’t pay too much attention to it until I heard it again a few minutes later. I got up and went to investigate and stood by the door listening. I couldn’t hear too much but I could hear some muffled sounds. Then I heard a loud groan and a sigh. Not knowing what was going on, I knocked on the door and asked if everything was all right. John answered in kind of a raspy voice that they were okay. I stood there for a minute or so more, then turned to leave when I heard another groan followed by a loud grunt. I was going to knock again but decided that maybe I should see what was going on in the room so I reached for the doorknob and opened the door. 

I had never invaded John’s privacy before but there I was, standing in his doorway. I took in the two of them, Pete completely naked, standing behind John with his cock buried deep in John’s ass. He was pumping his hard cock in and out of John and didn’t stop when I opened the door. He looked around at me in kind of a haze but kept fucking my son. John was in no position to argue as he was on his knees, bent over, his ass raised in the air while Pete thrust in and out of him. John didn’t hear me and I didn’t say anything but just stood and watched them.

I couldn’t take my eyes off that long cock, as it appeared and disappeared as Pete continued fucking John. I could see the moisture surrounding it as it sawed into John and it was so thick around, I wondered how it could fit in John’s back hole so easily. Pete used long and steady strokes, his balls hanging down under John’s ass and slapping it every time he thrust fully into him. It made an audible noise and as I watched them, I found myself wondering what it would be like to have a hard cock deep inside my bowels and feel it explode, sending hot sticky come throughout my canal. 

Just from thinking about it, my cock started to rise in my pants. I was sure the two wouldn’t notice it, because they were to involved in what they were doing, but I was wrong. 

Pete noticed it and smiled, not stopping.

“You like what you see, don’t you,” he said, staring at the growing bulge in my pants.

That was the first time John realized I was standing there watching them and he tried to get up but Pete held him down and kept thrusting in and out of him.

“You’d like to find out what’s it like to have a hard cock in your ass, wouldn’t you?” Pete asked.

I didn’t answer. Pete kept fucking John while he stared at me.

“Well, do you want to find out what it’s like?” he asked.

I mumbled something and stepped closer to the two of them. Pete smiled as John still tried to get up. 

“That looks like it needs some help,” Pete said, motioning to the bulge in my pants. “Why don’t you come over here and let me help you.”

As if in a trance, I walked over and stood beside Pete and for the first time, I could smell the sex in the air. Without a thought, I put my hand on his cock as it emerged from John’s ass and felt its hardness and girth. I was amazed at its texture and I half closed my eyes. I felt Pete reach down and rub his hand across the front of my pants, probing my hardness and then he found my zipper and was pulling it down. I moved so he could unzip me easier and undid my pants at the same time. He reached inside my pants and rubbed my cock through my underwear.

I was completely in this guy’s control. There was something about him that just overran any doubts I had and I felt completely comfortable having him undress me and caress me. I could see John’s eyes watching what was going on and they were as big as saucers. I knew he didn’t know what was going on and he was dumb founded to see his father letting a complete stranger grope and undress him. 

Pete pulled the elastic waistband out and reached inside my shorts, wrapping his hand around my cock. I groaned at his touch, it was so sensual and soft yet manly. I heard John grunt and Pete thrust into him again and again, keeping him beneath him while groping my cock and balls. I let my pants fall to the floor and lowered my underwear to the point where they fell to the floor too. Stepping out of them, I spread my legs and let Pete run his hand under my balls, cupping them and squeezing them lightly before coming back to my cock. 

“You’re pretty big,” Pete said, smiling at me. He reached around and ran his finger up my crack, which made me jump because I hadn’t expected it. He found my hole and pressed against it, making me jump again.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” he said, smiling. “Fucking son and father all in one day.”

Pete had complete control of both John and I and we would have done anything he asked. He pulled out of John and turned towards me, his hard cock sticking straight out at me, all wet and slimy. 

“Wrap your hand around this and feel what’s going to be in your ass in a few minutes,” he said.

I did as he said and wrapped my hand around his cock, rubbing up and down its length, feeling every bump and vein on it. My head was spinning and I wanted him so badly to fuck me. I closed my eyes and the vision of him mounting me entered my mind. I could see him fucking me with long, hard thrusts and I could only imagine what it was going to feel like. I opened my eyes and quickly took my shirt off. I looked at Pete, hoping he would tell me to get down beside John and raise my ass. He seemed to sense that I was waiting for him.

“Lay down beside John and spread your legs wide open. John, get between his legs and lick his ass hole. Make it nice and wet.”

John did as Pete told him and I felt my son’s tongue running up and down my crack, the tip of it, probing at my hole. He licked and sucked on me, sending me into another world, a world a wanton lust, a world foreign to me. It felt strange to have my ass licked and sucked but the warm, wet feeling I was getting was making me want more and more. I reached around and held my cheeks open for John and I could feel his tongue and nose against my hole as he probed harder, trying to enter me. He replaced his tongue with a finger and as he kept licking all around my hole, he pressed his finger against it and I felt it give in, his finger entering me slowly.

There was a little pain but I didn’t want him to stop so I didn’t say anything. He pushed his finger in a little further and the pain subsided a little. Now he started to move his finger, in and out, in and out, opening up my hole for Pete. I looked up at Pete briefly and he was watching what John was doing intently. 

“Dad, just push down with your gut, like you’re going to take a crap and relax,” John told me and I found it easier to take his finger deeper.

“Ok, let me fuck him,” Pete said, half-pushing John out of the way. 

Taking hold of my ankles, he pulled my legs further apart and I felt the head of his hard cock graze my hole. He ran it up and down my crack, getting it wet from the licking John had done, then he pointed it at me and pushed forward. At first nothing happened, then I felt my hole giving slowly. Suddenly, his head entered me. The pain that shot through me was overwhelming. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop but I couldn’t get the words out. They froze in my mouth. My eyes watered and I tried to roll over but Pete held me in place and pushed even further up into me. 

“Remember, Dad. Push down with your gut,” I heard John through a haze. “The pain will go away soon.”

I hoped so because I was in a world of hurt but I couldn’t do anything about it because Pete was holding my legs too far apart for me to move. He pushed his cock further up into me as the pain shot through me again. Finally, he stopped and the pain steadied. He held himself against my ass and I could feel his heavy balls against my skin. When the pain subsided a bit, he started to move and pulled his cock just about completely out of me, leaving the head inside me. He stopped again and waited. He seemed to know what I was going through. He thrust forward slowly again and I felt the thickness of him filling my canal completely as it slid up to the hilt. This time he didn’t stop but started to withdraw again.

The pain was almost gone now and all I felt was the erotic feeling of his cock, sliding in and out of me and I grabbed my own cock and started to pump it. Pete smiled down at me and sped up a bit, his balls starting to slap against my ass every time he thrust fully down into me. The feeling overcame me and I writhed under him, urging him by trying to push harder against his thrusts. He had me now. I was completely in his control and all I could do was enjoy the fucking he was giving me.

“Fuck, you are tight,” he grunted. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been inside such a tight hole.”

I didn’t know if that was a compliment or not but it didn’t matter, all I wanted, was him to keep fucking me with his huge cock. 

“Pump that cock deep into me,” I yelled at him. “Fuck me harder. Make me your slut.”

“Fuck you are enjoying this aren’t you?” he asked, a smile widening across his face as he continued pumping his full length into me again and again. “Never thought you would enjoy a cock in your ass so much, did you?”

“Oh yeah, that’s it. Keep pumping, that sausage into me. Fill my ass with hot come.”

“Oh fuck,” he suddenly said. “I’m coming in your ass.”

“Do it. Fill my ass with your hot come.”

He grunted as I felt his cock twitch and then a warming sensation came over my anus as he started coming, spraying come deep into me while he held himself against my ass, his balls resting against me. 

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

I pushed against him trying to milk his balls out of all their come until he stepped back, his cock sliding out of me with a slight pop and his come started running down my still wide open legs. Pete looked down at my ass and then around at John.

“You want a try, stud?” he asked John. “He’s wide open for you. Fuck his ass.”

Before I could move, John and Pete changed places and I found my son’s cock sliding up into my ass. He started thrusting faster than Pete had and it didn’t take long for him to start to add his load of come to that already inside me. He groaned loudly as he filled my canal. Then he quickly pulled out. Finally, I was able to put my legs down and stretch out. I could feel the come underneath me sticking to me but I didn’t care. My ass was a little sore but I had enjoyed the two of them fucking me so much, I wished they would do it again. 

They didn’t that day but it wasn’t long before we started meeting regularly where Pete and John would fuck me several times in one session ending with me taking my frustration out on one of them by fucking them hard. What did I learn from my son, well, it is the love of big cocks and having them deep up inside my ass, fucking the hell out of me. 



My Son



My son came home on leave for ten days and it's been good seeing him. It had been over a year since he was home. He's twenty-two years old now and looking like a mature young man that any girl would find attractive. We spent hours catching up and he's spent time with his brothers and sisters. It is now two days before he has to go back. I've been depressed a lot because of financial problems and not having someone special in my life, so this is making me feel worse. I still have some whiskey upstairs and tonight I'm going to get myself as numb as possible.

After several strong drinks I realize I'm just about out of cigarettes, so I grab some money and weave my way down the stairs to get my car keys. My son sees me and can tell I've been drinking. He asks what I'm doing when I go for my purse. I tell him I need smokes and I'll be right back. He takes my purse from me and tells his brother to hide it. He says he loves me and there is no way he's letting me drive in my condition. I tell him to mind his own business and I want my purse back. He decides to make a deal with me. He tells me if I lie down for a little while first, he'll give my purse back. I argue with him as he leads me back up the stairs to my room.

He walks me to my bed and makes me lie down. I gesture to him to come close, that I want to tell him something. When he bends down I put my hand against the side of his face and tell him I love him too and I thank him for caring about me. I look into his eyes and all of a sudden I get this intense lustful feeling engulfing my body that I had never before felt around my sons. I pulled his head to mine and I kissed him fully on the lips in a definite non motherly way.

He tried to pull away and I wouldn't let him. I wrapped my free arm around his back and yanked him to me. He lost his balance and fell against me. While he was trying to get off the bed he put one of his legs on the bed and I twisted my body while pushing with my one foot to roll him over so I was on top. I kept kissing him the whole time with my tongue exploring his mouth. I started grinding my hip against his crotch and took his one hand so to place it on my breast and held it there.

I stopped kissing him and told him I was horny as hell and I wanted him to relieve my frustration. He said that this wasn't right, that it can't happen between us. I'm starting to feel a very hard bulge building in his pants. Knowing that I'm turning him on, I tell him it will be OK since we're both consenting adults. I tell him to relax and let mama enjoy herself. I begin kissing his neck and whisper in his ear, "Mama wants to fuck you hard." Before he can say anything I start rubbing my hand over his bulge. I open his pants and slide my hand to his balls and caress them. He stops resisting my advances and relaxes. I take my hand out of his pants and help him out of his shirt, then I remove mine. I let him feel my breasts and tell him I want him to suck on my itty bitty titties. He sucks softly while also playing with my nipples with his tongue. When he's done I kiss him deeply once again.

I work my mouth down his chest, stopping to enjoy each of his hard nipples, and down to the top of his pants. I pull his pants off and kiss my way up his legs to his balls. I kiss them lightly, then suck on them while running my fingers over his shaft. I move up to get a good look at my sons' large cock. My mouth starts to water and I lick up and down the shaft, then around the head. I kiss the head and slowly take him inch by inch into my mouth. I alternate between easy and hard sucking until he's almost ready to blow and I stop.

I take my pants off and kiss my way back up his chest. I suck on his neck lightly then whisper in his ear again, "Eat me." I position myself to sit on his face and he grabs my ass. He licks me, sucks on my clit while fingering me, then tongue fucks me. I tell him to lick my ass and then I wanted him to give me a hickey right above my hair line. When he finishes, I slide my pussy over his chest to his hips and kiss him deeply while rubbing my very wet pussy over his cock.

I position myself so I can shift my hips to get his head between my pussy lips and tease him a little before lowering myself slowly onto that hard throbbing shaft. I alternate between slow and fast riding, grinding in circles in between. I'm just about ready to cum so I ask him if he is ready. He says yes, so I ram myself hard onto him and we both explode in intense orgasms. His hot juices completely filling my hot hungry hole.

I lay myself down on top of him with his cock still inside me. I kiss him and say, "Now that's how mama likes to fuck." I lay my head on his chest and pass out. He shifts my body so he can pull out and his cum oozes out of me onto him. He gets himself out from under me and cleans himself and me with a Kleenex. He puts my nightwear on me, gets dressed and leaves.

The next morning I tell him I got loaded last night and I really don't remember much, not even wanting to go get smokes when he tells me that. He says nothing about what happened between us. During the day, however, bits and pieces start coming back to me. By the time the kids go to bed, I remember everything! I ask him to come up to my room, I want to talk to him.

I tell him I remember now what we did, or should I say what I did to him. I apologize repeatedly for what I did and for taking his virginity like that. He tells me that he wasn't sure about it at first last night but that now he's glad it happened. I'm a bit shocked by this and told him that I would have never done that if I was sober. He steps closer to me and asks, "You wouldn't do this sober?" He kisses me deeply and before I knew it I was responding passionately. We ended up going at each other for hours in every position I could think of trying. I asked him to sleep in my bed that night so he could hold me and we could do it again if the urge hits. He left my room before the kids got up.

That evening he left to go back to base, giving me a big hug and a kiss on my cheek. I don't regret what happened, it was incredible. Now I just have to try and stop myself from thinking about my nineteen year old son who lives here and is available when my needs arise.



My Son



This is the start of my experiences with my son.

It all started about a year ago when I accidentally flashed my bare 40dd breasts to my then, 18 year old son. It was a complete accident, I was only dressed in my dressing gown after having been in the shower and I was in the kitchen clearing up after breakfast.

Tom and my younger son Sam were there with me. They were both sitting down eating breakfast and as I emptied the dishwasher, I became aware of Tom's eyes following me around the room as I put things away. 

It wasn't until I had almost finished, when I noticed that my dressing gown had come loose and my breasts became visible to his view as it opened and closed as I bent over. 

I was shocked that Tom was trying to look at my naked body and that he was enjoying it and that he had no intention of telling me that I was exposing myself to him. 

I was also shocked at how my body was reacting!

My pussy was tingling and my nipples were starting to get hard.

I was even more shocked at how I reacted to the knowledge that Tom was looking. Instead of covering up, I started to fill the dishwasher, even going as far as taking my time when I was loading stuff into the bottom tray, knowing that my gown was gaping open as I bent over, showing my tits to my son.

My nipples were rock hard and my pussy was wet. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying exposing myself to him.

That was a year ago. 

From then on, when the opportunity arose, I would let Tom see me in various stages of dress. Sometimes in my underwear, or in my nightie, or just in a towel or my dressing gown.

It was always subtle and appeared either accidental or unknowing on my part. I especially liked the 'unknowing' times, it excited me knowing that Tom was looking at me, thinking I wasn't ware of what I was revealing. 

Each time though, I wanted to go a little bit further, as he seemed very interested in what I was "allowing" him to see, but I didn't have the nerve.

Then I found Literotica and I started reading the stories. I found myself more and more interested in the incest stories.

Stories written by one particular female writer interested me most of all.

And at the start of this year, I contacted her and we began exchanging emails. They concerned both our mutual teasing of our sons and I found that with her support (and daring), I wanted to see how far I could go with my teasing.

The results of my teasing are detailed in the following emails. 

They are the emails that I sent to my friend, minus her name, so they are written as such and aren't trying to win any contests.

Depending on the response, I will post the next email.

Here is what happened earlier this evening.

Before you read it, can I just say that I have enjoyed today tremendously.

Thank you, you are a lovely woman who has opened up parts of me I never knew were there.

I have to go now as hubby is in but I'll try and check in with you early tomorrow morning to see what you think...

Well I saw Tom's car pull up on the drive so I told his younger brother that I was going to have a shower. But he was on his Playstation so World War three could have kicked off right then and he would be oblivious to it until he was either thirsty or hungry!

So I went up and got in the shower and I heard Tom come upstairs and go into his room. 

I came out with just a towel around me that was slightly smaller than I would normally use to cover myself with and another, much smaller one on my head.

Tom's bedroom door was open and I wondered, if I had the guts to go through with my plan.

I stood in the open doorway and nervously, I said hi.

He was on his computer and he said hi but didn't look up. I asked him if he was hungry and I took the towel off my head and I began to dry my hair with it. He glanced up and I saw his eyes go like a rabbit caught in car headlights.

As I stood there drying my hair in front of him, I was well aware of just how small and low the towel was around me and that I was showing a large amount of bare breast to him. Nothing that would pass as indecent but much more than I would normally display around the house, especially if his father had been home. 

I had deliberately done my towel up right between my breasts and I could feel it opening and closing gently around the top of my thighs as I dried my hair.

I asked Tom how work had been and he answered me but I could feel his eyes trying to bore between the gap in my towel as it opened and closed in time to my now vigorous hair drying!

I was not sure how much or what he could see exactly but he started asking me how my day had been. Something he has never asked before so I was guessing he was trying to keep me there as long as possible.

I turned slightly to block his view to see if he really was trying to get a look at me and he got up and went and sat on his bed, all the while asking me what had I been doing today. This meant that he was now no more than three or four feet in front of me which gave him an even better and closer view of the gap in my towel!!

I couldn't believe that my own son was actually trying to look at my body so I did something that I had honestly never planned on doing at all. I had only planned to tease him with the possibility of the briefest of glimpses through my towel but now some other thought had entered my head.

I stood there drying the back of my hair with the towel and both my hands behind my head and I pushed my tits out as far as they would go. I could feel the towel becoming looser and looser as I answered Tom and I knew that if I didn't stop it very quickly, it would suddenly come completely undone and be on the floor where I would be completely naked in front of my 19 year old son.

As I dried the back of my head, I took a deep breath, arched my back slightly and I felt the towel give up the struggle and gravity then took over and did the rest.

It fell to the floor and I let out a scream which I didn't have to put on! It was more a release of the nervous tension that I was feeling than anything else.

I looked at Tom and I could see that his eyes were all over my body. He didn't know where to look first!

I held the towel I had been drying my hair with in front of me but it was a small towel and couldn't really cover all of me. It would either cover my pussy or my 40dd tits which I noticed were fully erect by now but not both.

So I chose to cover my pussy with it and I saw Tom's eyes shift to my uncovered nipples which were now feeling hard as bullets.

I knew I had to do something to make this seem a complete accident so I bent down quickly and made a show of grabbing the towel that was around my feet.

But I was standing on the corner of it which was not in my game plan at all, so as I tried to pick it up, it fell back to the floor and I could feel Tom's eyes all over my tits as they hung there, feet from his face.

By now I really did want to cover up so I quickly stepped off the towel, picked it up and I wrapped it around me which gave him one last view of my nakedness as I closed the gap.

I mumbled an embarrassing apology and retreated to my room where I shut the door and fell onto my bed.

I was shaking as |I couldn't believe what I had just done in front of my son!

But I had to admit that the feeling I was feeling right then, knowing that he had looked at my naked body, had actually moved seats to get a better view AND then seeing the look on his face as he looked at me was a delicious feeling that had me reaching down between my legs.

I know it was all wrong but it was an exciting moment straight out of one of your stories. The difference being that it won't be going any further than it already has.

So I have my new friend to blame for that. lol

Because of her, I have a new found courage to do something that I never thought I would be brave enough to do.

Perhaps I should stop reading her wonderful stories as today has been a day of firsts in more ways than one.

Who knows where it will end...



My son Ajit My Prince



For the first time in more than five years I felt like hugging my husband. It was not with any romantic intentions but for the really exciting news he told me. After more than a year Ajit, my 20 year old son will be visiting us for the festival holidays. The last twelve months have been an ordeal for me living without seeing my only son. He hadn't scored enough marks to gain admission to any of the engineering institutions in town and hence decided to join an institution outside the state. The frequent chats on the phone were barely any consolation for me. I was missing the prince of the house very badly. Both my husband and Ajit was computer savvy and kept exchanging mails. Ajit had once sent a few photographs of him taken during his picnic to Bangalore. As any proud mother, I kept inviting my neighbors to see those wonderful photographs. To be honest, he looked extremely handsome in his blazers. It was one of my neighbors who gave the ultimate punch by telling me that my son looked like a very popular movie star. At first, I simply laughed at her comparison and dismissed her statement as an exaggeration. However, I kept opening the computer every now and then and soon discovered that the neighbor wasn't completely wrong. Shortly, I happened to watch a movie in which the actor had played the leading role. Like all south Indian movies, it also had a few intense romantic sequences and by the time the movie was finished, I was feeling itchy in my crotch.

My sex life has remained irregular to say the least. My husband perhaps assumed that we weren't young anymore to have our share of fun once Ajit came out of the high school. He was content with his quota of newspapers, transcendental meditation and yoga. He seldom revealed his horny side and when he did, it was more out of his own personal compulsions. He had always remained predictable on the bed. He looked so methodical while having sex and it was never enjoyable from the start till he eventually groaned shooting his cum inside me. He wasn't getting anywhere closer to what I normally expected from him. I kept telling lies to him that I had enjoyed his intimacy as is expected from a typical Indian housewife. At 45, it was humiliating to resort to masturbating although it seemed the only option available to me. The fantasies about having a loud orgasm remained a distant dream. My eyes began wandering without discretion, taking glimpses of strong men, including the paperboy and even the LPG delivery man. I can't claim to be a gorgeous woman but I always took care of myself. I have noticed even young guys staring at my rather large breasts also my full and round butt. Like most of the women who are born and brought up in Kerala, I had dark, long curly hair that nearly touched my waist. There were times when I used to count the days waiting for my son. Now, I was literally counting the minutes. It was very difficult to explain the thrill which ran through me as I watched Ajit getting out of the taxi just a day before the Diwali festival. Like the obedient son that he is, he immediately bowed and touched my feet and went to his father's feet seeking our blessings.

"Long live Ajit," My husband blessed him with raised hands. I was moved to see the sudden moisture in my husband's eyes. 

"You have become very lean," I spoke to Ajit.

"Don't tell lies. Mom," Ajit said laughingly. He was right. He was looking more muscular than a year ago. I guessed that the moderate climate and the abundance of fruits have really made him a stronger man. He was wearing tight jeans and hence I easily found out that his thighs and legs have become stronger too.

"I am hungry," Ajit said teasingly. Both I and my husband laughed at once. We knew that Ajit can never wait for the homely food. I walked into the kitchen with an unfamiliar excitement. The father and the son had a few things to talk about while I tried to attend to the kitchen. My eyes strayed again to Ajit as he stepped into the bathroom with just his shorts on. I briefly had a look at his thighs and broad chest with youthful hair. From the kitchen, I was able to hear the noise of the shower and I began imagining him soaping his naked body, stroking his smooth skin and I closed my eyes, imagining my fingers on him. I shivered as I felt the moist heat in my panties. The excitement of Ajit's return lasted till late in the evening. My husband and Ajit kept watching some news channel when I decided to go to sleep. I had to get up very early next morning and hence needed some sleep to relax. But, my mind was very much awake repeatedly bringing pictures of my son before my eyes. It was well past midnight that my husband finally came to bed and I started pretending as though I was fast asleep. I heard my husband let out a large yawn so close to me and felt a bit annoyed. I thought he was asleep soon but he wasn't. His fingers crawled on my belly and stayed there for sometime. The old man was feeling horny. I stopped him once his hands held my breasts.

"I have to get up early tomorrow," I cautioned him and pushed his hands off my body. He sighed gently and turned his back to me. Soon I felt relieved listening to his unique snoring sound.

It was Diwali next day.

I woke up around 3 A.M and had a few things to do in the kitchen. I prepared the scented oil for the early morning bath and also the ginger paste neatly blended with sweet and pure ghee. We had purchased new clothes almost a month ago and I kept them ready after sprinkling some rose water. The sweets and savories had been ready for almost two days. Everything about this Diwali looked somewhat special for me. My husband had bought some firecrackers as he believed that it was mandatory for Diwali. Ajit had lost all his fascination for firecrackers ever since he went to high school. I knew that the only thing which thrilled him during Diwali was the early morning oil bath and the wholesome breakfast that followed. I was the first to take bath and get ready for the celebrations to begin. I had selected a very expensive Benarasi silk sari for this year's festival. It had a broad border with wonderful handworks in golden fibers. My hair smelt wonderful after a very satisfying oil bath and after wearing a few strings with jasmine flowers, I looked like a younger woman in the mirror. I smiled to myself seeing the admiration in my husband's eyes once he woke up. It was his turn to get ready and he quietly went for the bath after applying a hell lot of oil on his head and body. I stepped into Ajit's room where he was fast asleep in spite of the noise of the firecrackers getting in through the windows. Normally, I would let him sleep till he wished but it was a different scenario today. I just wanted my son to wake up and see me standing dressed up well for the festival. He woke up at once after I shook his shoulders a few times. His eyes slowly opened and within seconds they were wider.

"Good morning, mom," Ajit greeted with a smile. "You are looking great."

"Good morning," I replied with a fake blush. "Thanks for the compliment."

"Where is my coffee?" His arms stretched towards me.

"Not today," I told him strictly. "At least once in a year, try coffee after brushing."

He laughed and sat up on the bed. I went back to the kitchen to prepare a cup of coffee for him. I kept watching him as he moved towards the wash basin and began brushing his teeth. He was bare-chested and wore the usual shorts. I watched his muscles on the shoulders and back flex as he was brushing. His biceps weren't as round and strong as the movie star but nevertheless he had a body to be proud about. I followed him to the sitting room once he finished brushing and deliberately touched his fingers as I handed over a cup of steaming coffee. He wasn't showing any reaction to my touch but I felt like being hit by some current. While he was sipping the coffee, he casually glanced at me and all of a sudden, placed the cup on the tray and began laughing aloud.

"What's the matter with you?" I asked him. He continued laughing for some more time after which he stopped.

"Mom, I know you are fond of silk saris. But, you should have removed the price tag before wearing it" he said and laughed again. I suddenly realized that I had totally forgotten to remove the price tag from my sari in my eagerness to impress my son. The price tag was rather stitched to one loose end of the sari. I was quick to find an opportunity to stun my son.

"Can you please remove it for me?" I made a request and before he could say anything extended the loose end of the sari towards him. He wasn't hesitating as he held the end carefully and used his nails to pull off the tag. I have stopped clipping sari with the blouse recently because I realized that some of my nice blouses were getting torn very easily. With just a gentle pull my sari would slide at once through my left shoulder and reveal my breasts to my son. I loved wearing blouses with very low cut necks mainly for comfort. But, today it might well give a glimpse of my cleavage to my son if he holds the sari a little harder than required. After waiting for my son to unveil my breasts accidentally, I became a bit restless as he wasn't looking like being careless. I decided to give a show on my own and took a few steps backwards. The brand new silk sari's stiff fiber slipped through my shoulders and a good length of it fell on Ajit's thighs. He looked up once and smiled nonchalantly. The devil inside me was screaming at him. 'Look up my son. See you mom's wonderful breasts. Take a peep inside your mom's sexy cleavage.'

He didn't. He never looked up till he took off the tag. I badly wanted him to see me and have an eyeful of my breasts. I could feel the stiffness building inside my bra and my nipples felt like trying to force their way through the thick fabric. I sat close to him and deliberately tried to brush my breasts against his left shoulder. Finally he looked at me and for the first time I saw the innocence in his eyes diluting a little.

"You never said anything about my matching blouse," I told him. He smiled and did not reply.

I heard the bathroom door opening and stood up covering my breasts with my sari hastily. My husband came out, collected his new clothes and got inside the room to dress. Ajit came to the kitchen with the empty cup and smiled at me as he left it inside the sink.

"All set for the oil massage?" I asked him. He smiled again and proceeded towards the sitting room. My husband came out with a broad smile looking great in his new clothes. I was amused watching him pick up a few firecrackers and laughed out. He wasn't worried as he opened the door and rushed downstairs towards the open space for lighting the crackers. I picked up the bowl with the scented oil and walked towards the sitting room. As always, Ajit closed his eyes in excitement after smelling the perfumed oil with natural herbs. It is customary to begin the massage from the head and I poured a few spoons of thick oil on Ajit's dense and curly hair. I was well dressed up and hence stood at a reasonable distance from him and stretching my arms as far as I could. Soon his hair was drenched in oil and a few drops started seeping down his forehead making him close his eyes tightly.

"Oh Mom, the oil has gone into my eyes," Ajit murmured in agony.

"Do you want me to massage the rest of your body?" I asked.

"I wish you would. But, you are already dressed up." He sounded very disappointed.

"Don't worry," I replied. "You have to promise me. You will never open your eyes before I tell you."

Ajit nodded his head without opening his eyes. It was funny looking at my grown-up son making a fuss about his favorite oil bath. I knew that it would take a while for my husband to return after finishing the loads of crackers he had carried. I asked Ajit to get up and led him inside the bathroom. I made him sit on the plastic stool and returned to the sitting room and waited for him. I was imagining what he might be doing inside the bathroom. Perhaps, he might be applying the oil on his cock. I wondered how long would be his young organ. I remember those days when I used to bathe him and always loved to clean his little cock which looked like a little banana bud. I always remembered to help him with a pain balm when he was hit on the cervix during a cricket match. All those days, I was just a normal mother, always concerned and passionate about him. Now, I badly wanted him to shove his cock inside me and give me a fuck of my life. After a few minutes, Ajit came out of the bathroom with a fresh look and rather moist body. I rushed to hand over the new clothes to him. He eagerly opened the parcel and I watched his growing excitement as he pulled out his clothes.

"Your favorite Colorplus T-shirt and Double Bull jeans," I said with a smile.

"That's very nice of you," Ajit replied loudly. "Thanks mom."

"What is this?" I said with false anger. "I know you have become a big man now. But, this isn't the way to thank your mom."

Ajit smiled and I knew that he understood what I was referring to. Whenever I used to get the things he liked, he always kissed me on my cheeks. But, that was when he used to be a boy.

"I can't do what I did ten years ago," Ajit said with a laugh.

"You still can," I said. "I am your mother."

He hesitantly came close to me and kissed me, his lips just touching my cheeks but nothing more. It was a very nice feeling even though I wished he could have done better. I thought for a moment and I held his right hand. I walked towards the bedroom and he followed me like a goat. After we reached, I pulled him to the corner just behind the door and gave him a nice hug. At last, I was feeling his young body against me and I felt as if I had been hit by lightning. He looked puzzled.

"Boys of your age must know how to kiss," I said. He stared at me without replying. I never wanted him to say anything. I hugged him again and pressed my lips hard against him. His lips stayed still and weren't yielding to my pressure. I got desperate and my right hand went down to touch his crotch and gave a gentle squeeze. He gasped immediately and his mouth opened a little. It was enough for me as I pressed my lips against his again. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was trying to seduce my own son. I felt my knees getting a little weaker as I kissed him. I also felt a gentle tingle inside my panties after my hands found his crotch. While my conscience kept screaming, my body kept betraying me. My mind kept racing and my nipples were getting harder every moment. My breasts were swelling, filling with my excitement, my need making them feel tight inside my bra. Ajit never looked excited about whatever I did. He tried to evade my kiss by swaying his face and his strong hands rose to push me away. But, those pushing hands perhaps touched the wrong place in my body. I gasped feeling his palms finally touching my breasts.

"Yes, take them," I murmured. Ajit removed his hands from my breasts hastily. Suddenly, just as I thought he would be pushing me away again, he hugged me much stronger and harder than what I did. His lips pressed hard against my neck and his hands reached to my back and held my butt. I felt his manhood hard, thrusting at me as it brushed against my crotch. We remained in the hug for a few moments before we heard my husband stepping inside the house. I was sure that Ajit was as disappointed as I was. Both of us rushed out of the room. While I ran into the kitchen, Ajit walked towards the sitting room. I was excited about the start we made and knew that things would work easier soon. Ajit soon got into his new clothes and went out with the bag stuffed with firecrackers. He returned after half an hour and soon we made a start at our breakfast. My husband wasn't taking the breakfast and he helped us by serving. 

"Dad, why don't you have the breakfast?" Ajit asked.

"Well, today is new moon day and I need to perform some rituals for your grandparents. I am not supposed to eat anything with the only exception of water." My husband replied.

"So, are you going out now?" Ajit asked his father while he looked at me through the corner of his eyes. I smiled.

"Yes, I am," My husband replied. "I won't be back for another two hours or so."

I noticed that Ajit's eyes were bright after hearing what my husband had said. A huge thrill took over my heart with growing expectations. After all, I will be having at least two hours to spend with my son. I was getting restless wondering when my husband would eventually leave the house. He did after sometime and I smiled to see Ajit almost jumping towards the door and closing it. Ajit looked like beaming with confidence as he nearly dragged me from the kitchen to the bedroom. The moment we were in, he rushed to me with both his hands and cupped my large breasts. While he squeezed my breasts together I immediately felt his cock pressing between my butt cheeks although he wore a tight jeans. I had been yearning for this for months together and sensed the heat generating underneath my panties.

"Oh mom, why did you make me to do this?" He asked without loosening his grip on my breasts.

"Because, I have been dreaming about this," I replied. His hands were getting harder and I leaned my head against him.

"Isn't it a big sin?" He asked but wasn't looking like leaving my breasts. He was now grabbing each one of them. I loudly gasped and wasn't particularly interested in answering his question. I very well knew that it was the biggest sin human beings can commit and also knew that the punishment was a horrible curse to be born as a stray dog. I felt it wasn't the moment to worry about all those stories and enjoyed the feeling which streamed through my body. His touch had ignited the button of my clit and the flames of my need were consuming me. 

"Honey, this is your first time. I don't want you to feel any discomfort. Let us go to the bed." I suggested to Ajit. Ajit seemed unwilling to move. He was twisting and pinching my nipples after slipping his hands inside my blouse. He desperately tried grinding his cock against my butt. 

I tried to reason with Ajit. "My dearest son, I am not going anywhere. I need you more than you need me. We have plenty of time to do things. Let me undress before you. I am sure you want to see your mommy naked." Finally, he broke the hug and backed away a little bit. His eyes were bulging out in pure lust. I latched the door and began unwinding my sari. Ajit was unable to contain his excitement to see me strip and he was grinding his teeth. I took little time to undo my clothes and walked naked towards the bed. Ajit soon followed me but not before he was naked. He almost banged against me as he jumped on the bed and his left hand came under me, and then cupped my left breast whilst his right hand slid down my stomach and covered my crotch. For an inexperienced boy, he was really doing well. I had to lift my right leg to give him the access to my clit. His right hand caressed my right thigh and I felt his fingertips tickling my soft skin on my legs. He soon found my clit and paused feeling my public hair. Soon he broke the suspense and rubbed my clit back and forth. Needless to say, his left hand was still gripping my breast.

"How come you have so much hair here?" He asked with surprise and stroked my clit faster. 

"I never bothered about it," I replied. I actually blushed hearing his innocent question. I was flexing my body backwards to feel his young cock. Ajit somehow seemed to have realized my desperation. 

"What would happen if Dad comes to know?" He asked. I was annoyed a little but didn't reveal that to him. 

"Nobody will ever know if we keep it to ourselves," I replied. I decided not to let him talk any further. I searched for his cock and grabbed it with my right hand. I felt proud to feel it was quite big. I gently stroked his whole length. I was getting excited about the prospect of having the large rod inside my dripping cunt. As our naked bodies moved, I watched the sacred 'mangalsutra' hang in the air. The ceremonial string was tied on my neck by my husband twenty-two years ago. We had taken oaths not to cheat each other by invoking several deities as witnesses during our wedding. Here I am, letting my own son play with my breasts and clit. I knew that it was immoral and improper but wasn't willing to stop because of the excitement which ran through me.




My son Ajit My Prince



"Lay straight," I told Ajit. I then turned around and lowered my face to his hard cock. I badly wanted it inside my cunt. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it back and forth. 

"Mom, don't tease it any further," Ajit pleaded. "I need to do it now. Open for me."

I gave in, opening my legs wide in submission to his demand. He at last lay between my legs and I grabbed his cock and placed it exactly at the hole of my cunt. Ajit looked a very different man as he prepared to get into me. He moved his hips a few times on me and suddenly drove his long thick cock all the way inside. I was soaking wet and my normally tight cunt muscle offered little resistance as his Ajitpant cock claimed my most private body as his own. I gasped as it filled me. Groaned as it began to pump inside me.

"Squeeze your mom, you will feel harder," I whispered. He immediately grabbed both of my breasts again and mauled them. He slowly moved up and down on me and I knew that he was carefully ensuring that his cock doesn't pop out of my hole. He kept going very gently grinding his hips on my clit while he was never content tweaking my nipples and squeezed my breasts.

"Oh Ajit, I never thought you know so much," I moaned in joy. It was a wonderful feeling, letting my son's hands pinching and squeezing my breasts while feeling his young cock probing inside my cunt hole. 

"Amma, I am feeling very excited," He said. "I won't stop it now even if you want me to stop." 

"I will never stop you," I said. "I am feeling like a woman after so long. I am proud of you."

For the next few minutes, we both hardly spoke to each other. We were looking deep into each other's eyes. Ajit probably understood the skill of making love and I wondered what other girl had felt him inside her. He was letting his cock almost pull out of me and was thrusting it back inside even harder as I lay in submission beneath him. I could see the thrill in his eyes as he kept withdrawing and plunging in quicker and harder. I writhed underneath my son who soon accelerated his pace. I was biting my lips and thrusting my pelvis against him to stimulate my needful clit. The feeling of Ajit pushing his cock deeper inside me was familiar but I felt it different each time when he did. Ajit looked like a man with no hesitation whatsoever and was fucking me very hard and very fast. 

"Fuck me!" I suddenly cried out. Ajit was more than willing now. But, I had suddenly felt the strange waves gathering inside me. I felt like I was melting like a wax doll. My limbs were weakening in the terrific sensation that filled up through my clit. The sudden stiffening of my muscles wasn't new to me. I knew that I was swelling into my orgasm while enjoying each and every pumping of Ajit. 

Ajit looked at me with puzzled eyes unable to realize that I just had an orgasm. I felt his body quivering a little after feeling my explosion and his eyes widened as my engorged clit rubbed against his cock. His thrusts quickened unimaginably before I sensed his cock swelling inside me for one last time before shooting his warm semen deep into my womb. He groaned and groaned with every spurt before his slowed down and he gradually collapsed on me, pinning me beneath him. He halted after sending the last drop of his cum into me. The shy son that he is, he smiled at me delicately and asked me, "How did I do?"

"Oh Ajit, you were wonderful," I cried out in real love and admiration of him. I wished we could have prolonged this a little longer. Ajit hesitantly lifted, pulled out his cock and fell on me once more. I felt gratified for the wonderful experience he gave me and kissed him. What a memorable Diwali this has been! I felt thoroughly fulfilled after my fantasy turning into a reality at last. One of the many wet dreams about my son had been realized today. It was a matter of simple and plain sex without any oral adventures. But, I knew that nothing would remain a distant dream for me from now. I will be pleased to reply to comments.



My Son and Girlfriend



The first time it happened was when we were coming out of church and I somehow tripped causing me to fall down the stairs. My son Adam moved as quick as a snake grabbing me by the arm. The way he did it jerked me around so that his other hand went under me clasping my breast. Adam is so strong he kept me from falling but his hand clasped around my breast so tight it hurt. Then as he jerked me up into his arms his knee came in contact with my pelvis area. Again his knee jammed up tight between my legs pressing hard against my clitoris. 

This of course all happened in just a few seconds and I did not notice the bruises till later as I examined myself when it started to hurt. I was alone in my bedroom standing naked in front of the mirror on the bathroom door. There was a dark area, a bruise turning very dark blue under the hair in my pelvic area. It was very sore to the touch as I pulled my vagina open to see if it was bruised inside. It did not seem to be bruised inside but this was the first time I had fingered myself since before my husband died over three years ago. 

Almost without thinking I started to rub my clitoris plus slip a finger tip inside just far enough to rub along the lips of my pussy. My Darling Pussy as my husband use to call it. "How is Miss Darling," he would ask me. I would always answer maybe you should check for yourself. If the time and location were right he would of course check it and we most often would end up making love. However after his untimely death I fell into a pattern that did not include any time for thoughts of sex or any kind of arousal self or otherwise. 

Yet here I was this day looking at my self I the mirror and watching my own fingers playing gently in and around my pussy. It felt kind of good to once again feel something in that area. Masturbation was not unknown to me. My husband found it very erotic to watch me masturbate and then join me either by oral sex or sexual intercourse. I was remembering just how erotic it was to have my husband go down on me just as I was about to reach a climax from masturbation. He would finish me off in a way that drove me wild. I am one of those ladies that actually have an external flow when I climax. Well most of the time any way. He loved it and would lick me I until I came to a screaming halt shivering and jerking on the come down trail. I had my eyes closed remembering all those wonderful things from the past when I felt strange. 

I opened my eyes looking toward the hall door I though I saw it close that last fraction of an inch. Maybe it did move maybe not. I was not sure. However, I was too excited to stop what I was doing to worry about it. I went to the bed locking the door on the way. Once on the bed I arched my back and finished my masturbation with a climax of proportions unknown to me in the last three ears. I almost passed out if was so intense. 


 I laid there for along time half dreaming have thinking of how it had been my love life, how I had enjoyed sex in so many ways and still felt the need for some kind of sexual gratification. Then I felt my breasts I found one very sore and sensitive at the same time. I closed my eyes and could feel my son strong hand on my breasts. The nipple grew harder as I let my mind dream of things that should not be. 

A shower and rest put me back into the mother mood. I was fixing dinner while wondering if I would eat alone or if my son would fine his way home tonight. Lately he has been staying out longer. It seems he has found a girl that he enjoys spending time with. He has only told me that she is tall, sexy and very lovely. But at eighteen I am sure every girl he meets would be sexy and very pretty. But as I would soon fine out she was all that and more like very near my age. Oh, yes his new ladylove turned out to be only three years younger than my thirty-eight years. That's it; my son was screwing a thirty five year old woman and loving it. He brought her to dinner just a few days later and as best I could I tried to play the sweet accepting mother. But the first time I was alone with his love I asked her just how old she was. Smiling as if it were nothing of any importance she said, " Why, I am thirty five. Not too old for Adam or is that what your thinking?" 

"Well as a matter of fact that I just what I was thinking. But on the other hand if your just having an affair so you can enjoy a young mans sexual drive then I can under stand it." I said, straight out looking her in the eye. 

Gail Gordon laughed and said, " Oh, my I think I have found a jealous mother. I think you need to go out and get some of this young hard cock yourself and see just how great it can be. And yes it is only for the great fucking and I love every minute of it. I hope your not going to interfere with your playtime. After all he will soon want to move on to someone younger and when that happen I will let him go." She told me smiling all the time.

"Is he that good or are you just in need of a young man to make you feel needed and loved rather than just used?" I was beginning to get mad. But for the life of me I don't know why. Maybe it was that jealous mother crack that got me mad. 

"Oh, please don't lets got into it here and now, you are a mother and I am fucking your son, I can understand how you must feel. You must have seen him naked, my god Stella I had never seen a fucking cock so large or so thick in all my life. If his father was that well hung you must know just how good it feels when he rams that fucking monster deep in your cunt. You're not that old nor have been a widow that long to not to remember just how great a hot strong cock feeling up inside you. My god, Stella I damn near have a climax just thinking about how good it feels when Adam has all that hard cock banging inside me. " 

Gail's eyes closed and she was off in a dream land all her own. I felt a strange tightening in my crotch I was also thinking of how good it felt to have a cock in me. But I was seeing her dream as well I was thinking of how large my son's cock must be and how he would drive it deep in her. How she would climax and feel his sperm fill her as they joined one another in a wild climax. Gail was the first to return to the relativity of my kitchen. 

" Stella, I bet you would love to fuck your son? I bet you have thought of how wonderful it would feel to have him fucking you like he fucks me. I bet you have even thought of how good it would feel to suck his monster, to taste his sperm and drink his cum till he is empty. To caress his balls my god woman you have no idea just what your missing." She stated pretty much what I was thinking but I was not about to let her know I was thinking such things. 

Gail came over close to me and in almost a whisper she continued to talk to me in sexy words. She was telling me to close my eyes and think of my son. To dream of him holding me. She whispered, "Stella, relax, concentrate on thinking of wonderful sex. Remember how good sex was before. Sleep, dream and sleep, listen to my words, dream of your son, see him in your mind, dream go deep into a relaxed dream, sleep, sleep,

Stella, you can not hear anything but my voice. Do you understand?" Her voice was so smooth I felt as if I were slipping into a restful place, into a world of dreams where anything could happen. I saw my son coming toward me, I opened my arms to engulf him, and he kissed me. I let him feel my breasts; I let him hold me close. My clothing was dropping from me, I helped him remove me bra and panties. I watched as he dropped his underwear to the floor. My gaze was fixed on his erection it was as Gail had told me it was. Very long, thick and the head a deep purple. 

She was so right I did want to suck my son's cock. We were in a large room and I was sitting on a bed with Adam standing in front of me. I reached for his erection, but I could not get hold of it. I was pushed back and my legs were pulled apart, I felt a warm mouth and tongue press to my wet pussy. Some one was licking my clitoris; someone was licking me as a finger was working inside of me. It was wonderful. I was in a dream so powerful it was almost like the real thing. Then I saw his cock appear about me reaching for it I pulled it into my hungry mouth. It was so hot and the skin was so smooth, it tasted like sweet cum was already flowing from it. I sucked as much as I could into my mouth. I rolled my tongue around it and licked the head. I was not without feeling as the tongue probed me and licked my clitoris I was coming very close to a climax myself. I wanted to have that climax, but I also wanted to make my son cum in my mouth. I wanted to once again live and remember how wonderful sex could be. It had been so long. So very long since I had enjoyed sex. 

My legs jerked and my back arched lifting my ass off the bed, I was feeling the warm erotic flow of my own climax at the same time my mouth was filing with sweet warm sperm. Salty and sweet it was the most wonderful feeling the taste the smell I was in a dream land that was so real. I swallowed most of the sperm filling my mouth and felt some run down my chin. I was remembering how good it was to suck a cock till it exploded in my mouth. Oh, god this was so real. I was in a dream state and I let my body and mind react to every feeling of my dream. I slipped into a deep sleep where there were no more dreams. 

When I woke I was alone in my bed naked beneath the silk sheets. It was night and the only light was coming from the security light out side my window. Sitting up I felt my body tell me I had been roughly handled. It was stiff with a few aches and pains her to fore unknown to me. My mouth tasted as if I had I had swallowed a dirty sock. My face was stiff with dried film all over it. My bruised clitoris was throbbing I had some how lived that dream. Or maybe it was not a dream at all. With some care I made my way to the shower. 

A few minutes later I emerged dripping wet but there was no doubt about it I had some kind of sexual encounter. That is when I realized that Gail had hypnotized me into having a sexual encounter with her and my son. It had to have been Gail that gave me oral sex while I engaged in the same act with my own son. I was some kind of crazy nut to have had sex with my son. But I had thought of it before and in my own mind I had sinned with my son. I had not had sex for so long I thought at first it was just a crazy way of getting my life back. But I never thought it would ever happen. Yet if it had truly happened and I was sure it had, I was also sure it would happen again. I somehow knew that as bad as it may seem to others I was going to let my son screw me. I was going to go into the world of incest sex. I also knew that if Gail were to join my son and I, I would not object to her presents. 

Lying on my bed naked with my hand pressed softly to my pussy. I thought of Gail, wondering what it would be like to taste her pussy as she had mine. Would I enjoy her and would it give me a thrill to make her climax with my tongue and fingers as she had me. I think I would enjoy that. I let my mind wonder again deeper in to this crazy world of uninhibited sex. Would I feel my son take me from behind as I licked Gail or maybe I would taste his sperm in her as I licked her pussy? Would my son come to my bed and fuck me deep and hard would he love his mother when we were alone just one on one. Would I find my son a truly great lover and would he learn to love me as well.

These questions filled my head as I came down stairs. There in the living room sat my son and Doctor Leroy along with my minister Reverend James. Adam got up coming to help me off the last step. Doctor Leroy said "Stella you had a bad fall I don't wan t you walking yet. Please sit." 

Reverend James said. "Stella, we are so sorry you fell. Everyone has been praying of you." Adam was kneeling by my chair. 

He said, "Mom, you really had us scared. Are you sure your all right?" 

I was looking at my handsome son. I said, "Yes son I think we are going to be better than we have ever been before." He looked up into my eyes as if he knew just what I was talking about. I could hardly wait for the Doctor and Reverend to leave. It may have only been a dream but I think it was about to become a real live living dream.

I was wondering who the hell was Gail?



My Son and His Friends



After I found out that my son and his friends spent time online together chatting with women -- especially older women, watching the women on webcams and masturbating, I decided to go online and join them. Of course, I did this anonymously. During my first two sessions, I learned several things.

First, I learned that my son's friends thought I was hot. They enjoyed seeing me come home from work wearing skirts and hosiery, loved looking at my legs, and tried to look up my skirts. I found this very exciting.

Second, I learned that my son had taken a somewhat revealing picture of my getting out of my car and had shared it with his friends. I also learned that the guys, including my son, had masturbated and came on my picture.

Third, I learned it was very exciting to watch these eighteen and nineteen-year-old guys masturbate. It was made even more exciting by the fact that they were masturbating as they fantasized about me -- as their friend's mother, at the same time they were online with me -- as an anonymous older woman.

Fourth, I learned it was very exciting to show them my nude body. Even though they did not know it, they were looking at the body they had dreamed of and masturbated over. 

Fifth, it was VERY exciting for me to masturbate on cam for them and know that I was showing them something they would remember forever.

After my second online adventure, I knew that any lingering doubts I had had about going online with the guys had disappeared. After having an amazingly powerful orgasm, I knew I would spend much more time online with the guys. Even knowing that I might see my own son masturbating while he looked at my body excited me. All of these thoughts were in my mind when my son and I were eating breakfast a few days later.

"Mom," he asked, "is it okay if the guys come over to hang out after school today?"

"Of course," I said. "When have I ever said it was not okay for them to come over?"

"Well, I seem to remember a few times after we'd been 'acting up' as you said," he responded. "I promise we'll be good," he continued.

"I know you will be," I said, smiling. "Remember, your Dad is going to be out of town for the next few days for work, so you have to keep things under control."

"I know, he said, "we will."

I was smiling because I had an idea. After finishing breakfast, I went to get dressed for work. I took off the t-shirt and jogging shorts I usually wore to bed and picked out my skimpiest red bikini panties and matching bra. As I pulled the panties on, I noted that my curly hairs would be showing on the sides if I hadn't been waxed. I also noted that the bra left much of my cleavage exposed.

I looked through my lingerie drawer until I found a pair of sheer to waist nude pantyhose. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I slid the sheer hosiery up my legs until I reached my thighs and then stood so I could pull them on the rest of the way. Checking myself out in my full-length mirror, I noted that the pantyhose were almost invisible so my red panties were quite noticeable.

I went to my closet and got the dress I had decided to wear. It was a navy blue shirt dress that buttoned all the way up the front. Usually, I wore a slip under it because it had a tendency to have gaps between the buttons that opened a bit and, if someone was paying attention, he could see right under the dress. If the right gaps opened, my panties, or bra might be visible. I would have to be careful at work.

I was careful. A few times, I noticed that there were strategically opening gaps, but I was able to reposition myself so none of my office mates saw anything inappropriate. I was a little nervous and stressed by the end of the day, though.

Before I left the office, I unbuttoned several buttons on my dress. Usually, I would keep most buttoned, leaving only one or at most two open at the bottom and two open at the top. Before I left work, I undid another button which was not too much, but it could allow someone to see the curve of my breasts above my bra if they looked. I also unbuttoned several buttons at the bottom. Although the last button that remained fastened was only slightly above mid-thigh, the effect was quite amazing. It certainly showed off my legs.

I made one last adjustment. Lifting my skirt, I slid my hand under my pantyhose and panties and pulled up the material of my bikini panties so it slipped between my lips. I loved the feel of the silky material rubbing between my lips and on my clit. I began to feel myself getting excited and knew it was just a start.

On the way home, I stopped at the grocery store to pick up some snacks and drinks for the guys. As I walked through the store, I could feel my panties rubbing me and I became more and more excited. 

Although I was able to get the refreshments to the car in the grocery cart, I knew I would not be able to carry a case of Coke and two bags of snacks into the house by myself. When I got home, I pulled into the driveway and honked my horn a few times. Finally, my son and a few of his friends came out. I yelled out the window "I got you guys some refreshments, if you want to help."

Their response was quick. Four of them ran over to the car. My son opened my door for me and the others waited. In the past, I might not have noticed, but after my online conversations I knew what they were doing, and I planned for it.

I waited in the car until the guys got closer before I opened the door. My skirt had not ridden up, but the two sides had parted so my hose-covered thighs were on display. I acted as if I had not noticed, but I certainly knew the guys noticed. They all seemed to move closer to my car and they gathered near my door. 

My legs were close together, so there was not much to see. Feeling naughty, I started to get out of the car, stretching my left leg out. This opened me to their view, and I am sure they could see my panties. Then, I acted as if I had forgotten that my purse was on the passenger seat, so I reached back into the car to get it. As I did so, my legs were spread even farther apart. I am certain there could be no avoiding the sight of my red panties under my sheer nude pantyhose. I wondered if they could tell how I was wearing them.

Picking up my purse, I turned to get out of the car. As I got out, I gave them a chance to look directly up my skirt. I am certain I heard a few gasps.

"Are you guys just going to stand there," I asked, "or are you going to carry the refreshments to the pool?"

The guys opened the back door and took out the refreshments I had purchased, while I remained in the front seat. I noticed they all took advantage of the chance to get a closer look at my legs.

"Oh, my God," said one, under his breath.

"She is so hot! ," said another.

"Wow, what a MILF." said a third.

"I'll say," said my own son, leaving a bit shocked.

I followed the guys to the pool deck and supervised them as they set the refreshments out on the table. Then, after they all jumped back into the pool, I walked near the edge of the pool and spoke to them, knowing from our chats how they tried to look up my skirt at times like this. I stood closer to the edge then usual and with my legs more open than usual.

"Try to keep the pool deck clean for me, okay?," I said. Slowly turning, I walked into the house.

Once inside and went directly to my room. One set of windows looked over the pool deck, and I quietly slid the window open so I could try to hear what the guys were talking about as I changed.

Removing my dress and my bra, I walked back to the window wearing just my pantyhose and red bikini panties. As I walked, I could feel how wet I had become. I listened to the conversation at the pool below my window. I recognized my son's voice, of course, but the other voices were hard to distinguish.

". . . . hottest woman I have ever seen," one of my son's friends was saying.

"I couldn't believe she was sitting like that," said another, "I think I could see her panties."

"I did, too," said the first, "nice and red under her nylons. Those sexy legs and red panties under her skirt," he went on, "I know what I'm going to be thinking about the next time I jack off."

"Hey, come on guys," my son said, "that's my mother you're talking about."

In spite of the fact that I had intentionally being showing myself to these guys, I felt some pride that my son was defending my honor. As the conversation continued, my feeling of pride was deflated a bit.

"Come on yourself, Ricky," one of the others said, "you enjoy watching her as much as any of us -- maybe even more. You're the one who took that picture of her getting out of her car that we all beat off to, and you were beating off to it for a while before you shared it with us."

"Yeah," said another, "and you're the one who likes to beat off wearing her panties, even though you don't look anywhere near as sexy in them as she does." At this, they all laughed.

"Aww, you guys are just jealous," Ricky said. "just because I get to see her every day and sniff her panties and pantyhose in the laundry." He laughed.

I was shocked. I never suspected Ricky had been doing that.

"Are you still going to try to put a webcam in her bedroom?" another of the guys asked.

I was more than shocked when I heard that. But I was glad I now knew what his plans were. I hated the thought of being spied on while I was online with the guys. Forewarned is forearmed, as they say.

"I still want to," Ricky said, "but I haven't been able to figure out where to put it so she and my Dad won't find it."

"You have to do it," said one of the guys, "remember, you said we could watch her. I get so hard thinking about watching her there. Maybe we'll get to see her and your Dad fucking."

"I don't know about that," Ricky said. "I told you guys I'd let you watch some of the videos I record if I put a webcam in there, but I never said I'd let you watch that. That's something I think I'd keep for my own viewing pleasure." He laughed.

I had very mixed emotions when Ricky said that. I never thought of him watching his father and me making love. We got pretty carried away sometimes. 

On the other hand, the thought of being watched was exciting -- at least in the abstract. As I thought more about it, I could feel myself getting wet and, as I almost unconsciously reached down between my hose-covered thighs, my hand caressed my panties which were beginning to get wet. 

I could not resist rubbing myself through my panties and pantyhose. As I continued rubbing, I felt myself getting more and more excited.

I had a very naughty thought: "If Ricky finds these he will really enjoy them." At that, I felt myself getting closer to an orgasm and then I went over the top. It was all I could do to stay quiet knowing that the guys were just below my window on the pool deck. My orgasm overtook me and I soaked my panties and pantyhose. As I regained composure, I heard the guys talking about the "other" me to my son.

"Ricky, that woman who was on cam was so hot!" one said. The others agreed.

"As hot as my Mom?," Ricky asked.

"Almost," one of the guys said, "but she showed us her pussy -- it was shaved!"

"Wow," Ricky said, "I'd love to see that."

"We're going to go, I think," one of the guys said, "I know I want to get home to jack off while I can still picture your Mom today." They all laughed.

"Okay," said Ricky, "I'm going to go in and check the laundry." He laughed. "You jerk," one of the guys said. "If you find them will you show us tonight -- we're all planning to be online?"

"I guess I will," Ricky replied, "and maybe I'll let you see me cum in them."

With that, the guys said their good-byes and left. As Ricky cleaned up the pool deck, I removed my wet panties and pantyhose and carefully placed them on top of my laundry basket. Putting on another pair of panties, a sports bra, T-shirt and running shorts, I went down to the kitchen to start supper.



My Son & I



My legs were spread wide, and I sat up just a little on my elbows to watch my son between my legs. I moaned as I felt his tongue gently circling my hard clit. I brought one of my hands down into his thick dark hair as I began to orgasm. My soft moans turned into loud screams of passion as he worked his mouth faster and harder on my hot wet cunt. 

“That’s it Baby. Ooooo….your tongue always feels so good on my pussy! Mmmmm….I’m cumming sweetheart! 

I pushed his head harder into me as my passion took over my whole body. My screams turned into small whimpers as I began to calm down and I lifted his head so that he was looking at me. I smiled as I watched my juices glisten off his chin.

“Come up here and fuck me. I need to feel your cock.”

He quickly moved up, taking no time at all to shove his hard cock deep within me. I moaned and my head rolled back as he began to pump his hips, sending his dick in and out of my cock-hungry hole. 

“Mom, your pussy feels so fucking good. I’m not going to be able to last much longer.”

My son’s words turned into grunts, and I felt his dick swell. I moaned, anticipating the feel of him cumming in my pussy.

“Cum for me Baby. Fill my pussy with all your hot cum!” 

My words were also lost as another orgasm hit my body. It was harder than before and I couldn’t even moan. I clung to my son as he began to release his seed within me, both of us getting the satisfaction that we needed. Once he was spent he moved, kissed my forehead, and left the room. I smiled sleepily as I watched him leave and I thought back to how all this began. 

A couple of years ago, my son had moved back into the home, finding it too hard at 19 to live on his own, and try to hold down a job and go to college. About two days after he had moved back, I was doing household chores, while my son had one of his friends over. They were supposed to be studying in his room. As I came up the stairs, carrying a load of clean laundry, I noticed that his bedroom door was closed. I thought it was strange. He hadn’t had the door closed a minute ago when I ran up here to fetch the laundry basket. I shrugged it off and went into my room to sort and fold the laundry. 

After I had put away my clothes, I walked back down the hall with an armful of my son’s. As I got to the door I stopped, I wondered if I should knock or just go in. My curiosity got the better of me and I opened the door slightly, enough to peek inside and see what was happening. 

The clean clothes dropped to the floor and I put my hand on my mouth to hold back a gasp. I saw my son standing at the side of his bed with his friend positioned on his hands and knees. I watched as my son’s well muscled body tensed as he drove his cock into his friend’s ass. My head spun with seeing my son fucking one of his guy friend’s and with a building sexual desire. 

I had always wanted to see, in real life, two men fucking and now I was, though, I had the fleeting thought that it was wrong because this was my son. I couldn’t pull away from watching it, and the more I watched the hornier I became. 

I heard my son begin to grunt and heard the friend ask to take my son’s cum down his throat. I had to hold back a moan as I watched the friend turn around, his own cock grasped firmly in his hand as he took my son’s cock in his mouth. My eyes widened at the site of his cock. My son was very well endowed, and at that moment I could think of nothing more then having his cock down my throat. I shook my head of these thoughts and pulled away from the door. I quickly picked up the clothes and quietly went down the hall and made some noise to indicate that I was coming close to the room. I heard frantic noises coming from the bedroom, and I knocked softly on the door. I waited till I heard my son’s breathless voice.

“Come on in Mom.”

I said nothing as I walked in, but my son’s eyes darkened as he looked at me. I walked to the dresser putting my head down. I thought that I should say something. Something that would seem as though I had not just witnessed my son fucking his friend.

“How’s the studying going?”

My son cleared his throat, “fine.”

“Getting a lot done?”

His friend snickered and I looked at him, sterner than I should have. He quit immediately and looked down at his feet.

“Ummm..yeah. We’ve gotten a lot done.”

“Well, he’s going to have to leave soon. So you can eat dinner.”

“Oh he was just getting ready to walk out the door.”

“Okay.”

I left the room, my heart beating frantically. 

When the friend had left, my son walked into the kitchen. I couldn’t help looking at his crotch and remembering what I had seen. I felt my cheeks flush and I shook my head.

“You okay Mom?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Hey, umm…after dinner I need to talk to you okay?”

He looked worried and nodded his head. We were quiet all through the meal and I felt uneasy with this. I saw my son giving me quick glances as we ate, but I didn’t want to say anything about what I had seen until after the meal. I thought it would not be appropriate as a dinner conversation. 

After I had cleaned up the dinner mess I went looking for him and found him in the study with the TV on. I came over, turned off the show, and looked at him. I really didn’t know how to put into words what I was thinking and my son looked more nervous by the second.

“Hi Sumit.”

“Hello Ma. What did you need to talk to me about?”

“Well, I don’t really know how to say this, and I don’t want you to be angry at me if I say it wrong or offend you. You are a grown person and can do whatever you want.”

“Just say it Mom.”

“Are you gay?”

“What?”

“Are you gay? You can tell me truthfully. I’m not going to judge you.”

“No I’m not gay.”

“I don’t understand. I, uh, I saw you and your friend today.”

“You did what?”

“Well, I was putting away clothes and I saw you and your friend, umm..making love.”

“Did you watch us Mom?”

“I didn’t mean to,” hot tears of embarrassment ran down my face, “but I couldn’t pull away from looking either.” 

He let out a deep sigh and shook his head. I could tell that he was shocked by what I had said.

“Look, Mom, I’m not gay. I’m bi-sexual.”

The first thing that entered my head was, “good then you can fuck me with that lovely cock I saw.”

I shook my head. I had no business thinking anything like that.

“Oh, okay.”

We were silent for a minute and then Sumit looked up at me with a wicked smile.

“Did you like what you saw Mom?”

I stepped back as though he had slapped me and my head went down in embarrassment. I could never lie to my son and after a long sigh I nodded my head.

“Yes I did enjoy watching you.”

He laughed and said teasingly, “You’re so nasty.”

I smiled, some of the tension in my body leaving.

“Hey I couldn’t help it. I liked what I saw. I’ve always wanted to see two men together, and now I have.”

He threw a pillow from the couch at me and I caught it.

“You’re so gross, Mom!”

I threw the pillow back at him.

“Whatever.”

His face took on a serious look.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“You ever been with another woman?”

“Yes I have.”

“I’ve always wanted to see that.”

He smiled and winked at me. I blushed and thought to myself, “This conversation should go no further. He’s your son for God’s sake.” I changed the subject.

“Want some dessert?”

He got up and came closer to me. I turned to walk away, I couldn’t be close to him right now, but he grabbed me by the waist and brought me back towards him. I gasped as I felt his hard cock pressed against my ass.

“I would love dessert.”

His voice was low and I could hear his own lust in it. I broke free and walked quickly to the kitchen. My head began to hurt from what just happened. 

We didn’t speak about it for a couple more days and then he surprised me one night as we watched a TV show together.

“You never answered my question from the other night.”

“You questioned me?”

“Well, it wasn’t so much a question as it was a statement. I said that I wanted to see two women together.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so I was just wondering, since you watched me the other day, if I could watch you with another woman?”

“I don’t think so.”

“It’s only fair.”

“No it’s not. I’m you’re mother, and you shouldn’t even think of such things.”

My voice was harsh from embarrassment and a rising desire.

“Fine, whatever. But I know you want to. You can lie to me but just know.”

“Just know what?”

“That I know you want to fuck me.”

“I do not!”

My voice was becoming high pitched and hysterical. 

“Yes you do. Don’t lie. I saw you staring at my dick. You’ve been starring at it more often now that you know what it looks like.”

“Shut up!”

I had never used harsh words or langue to my son and my command for him to be quiet stunned him. I didn’t say anything, no apologies; I just got up and left the room. I couldn’t deal with this right now. My head swam with the thoughts that I did want to fuck him and the thoughts that it was wrong because I was his mother. I locked myself in my room for the rest of the night and didn’t really talk to him all weekend. 

The following week he came home early from work and sought me out. I was seated on the couch in the living room, flipping through a catalogue, with tears running down my face. I had been thinking about how hard I had been on him the other night, and I felt so bad about it. He walked in and looked at me. His face turned to concern and he rushed to me. Falling down on his knees in front of me and hugging me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and began sobbing. 

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry for treating you so badly.”

“Its okay, it’s okay. I pushed you too much. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I controlled my sobs and looked down at him. He looked back up with sadness in his dark eyes, but that sadness quickly turned to something else. I didn’t stop his lips from finding mine, and I let out a low moan as I felt his tongue graze my lip. I kissed him back with just as much passion and allowed him to pick me up and carry me upstairs to his room. 

I watched him as he shed my clothes then his, and I moaned as I saw his cock again. I let my lust take over and before he could come closer to me I moved and grabbed his cock. I heard him give a sigh as I ran my hand up and down the shaft, and then quickly took it into my mouth. 

It took me a minute to be able to work his whole cock down my throat, but finally I had him buried deep, and I heard his moans as I constricted my throat around him. He held on to my hair, and gently pumped his cock into my hungry mouth. I pouted when he pulled away not soon after I had begun. 

He pushed me back onto the bed and inserted his dick into my aching pussy. I let out a low throaty noise as he pushed every inch of his manhood deep inside of me. I thrust my hips up to bring him deeper, and we both moaned. He began to pump hard and fast in my cunt. He sent me into one orgasm after another. I felt his cock begin to swell, but didn’t want our fuck session to be over so quickly. 

I pushed him off of me and straddled him. Grabbing his cock, I began to masturbate with it. He moaned loudly as I pushed him into my pussy stroking his cock at the same time. I didn’t keep him there long, just enough to get the head of his dick wet before I began to rub it on my clit again. I began to cum and put the head back inside of me, so that he could feel my juices shooting forth. He smiled at me as my pussy tightened around him. 

I slowly began to slip the rest of his cock into me, moaning as I felt every inch. When I was completely impaled on him, I began to bounce up and down. He grabbed my tits and held on to them as he thrust in time with me. 

“I’m going to cum Mom!”

I was thinking about him and his friend when he said it and remembered how happy he had looked when his friend had swallowed his cum. I, too, wanted to taste him.

“Let me taste you. I want you to cum in my mouth!”

He moaned loudly at this and moved me off of him. I sat up and bent over, quickly taking his cock deep in my throat. I moaned at the taste of myself on him, and at the first squirts of his cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed every last dropped and looked up at him smiling. He smiled back.

“Now that’s what I call fun!”

I laughed and wiped my mouth, and my face took on a hard look. His smile faded at the seriousness of my face.

“Sumit. Naresh can never find out. You’re father must never know! I don’t know what he’d do and I’m afraid to find out.” 
”I won’t tell him Mom. I promise. And it’s not like he’s here all the time either. So, it would be hard for him to notice.”

I nodded at that. My husband was usually out of town, conducting business in foreign lands and was gone for months at a time.

“Don’t worry Mom he’ll never find out.”

Sumit lifted my chin and kissed my cheek before getting off the bed and getting dressed. 

“Sorry I have to leave so soon Mom. But I have to get down to the library and study for a final coming up.”

I smiled and waved my hand. He came to me and kissed me on the lips before he left.

We fucked everyday after that, usually right in the middle of the day, since Sumit had to go to college and he worked. So, his mornings and nights were usually busy. The thought would still cross my mind every now and again that what we were doing just wasn’t right, but there was no way I could stop it, not now. 

One afternoon while my son and I were busy fucking in my bedroom we heard a voice, that was all too familiar from the living room downstairs. I stopped moving and my eyes widened in fear.

“Shit! Your father’s home! He wasn’t due back for another week. Get up! Get off!”

My son quickly moved and dressed at break-neck speed. I threw on a pair of crumpled pajamas that lay on the floor as my husband’s voice filtered off into the kitchen.

“Sumit! Jyoti! Where are you?”

I motioned to my son to go and I lay under the blankets, my face half hidden. I heard Sumit run down the stairs and call out for his father. Both men talked loudly so it wasn’t hard to hear the conversation.

“Where’s your Mother?”

“You got home early Dad.”

“Yeah, I knew yesterday that I was coming home today, but wanted it to be a surprise.”

I heard Sumit laughing and knew what he was thinking.

“So, son, where’s your Mom?”

“Mom, ummm, she hasn’t felt too well all day and is upstairs lying down.”

“Is she alright?”

There was deep concern in my husband’s voice.

“Oh yeah, think she’s just come down with a cold or something.”

I heard Naresh’s footsteps falling heavily on the staircase and as he opened the door I began to fake cough. He came to the bed and sat on it, brushing back my hair from my face.

“Jyoti? Honey? Are you okay?”

I peaked my head out of the blankets, hoping that the flush on my cheeks was gone, and if it wasn’t that Naresh would mistake it for me having a fever.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just not feeling well.”

I gave him a smile but to me it seemed fake. He kissed my forehead and made a comment that I did feel warm, and I blushed. 

“Get some rest Honey. I’ll be home for a while.”

I nodded my head and he left. I let out a deep sigh, my feelings were mixed. I was happy that he was home, but now, what had been going on between my son and I was going to have to stop, at least for the time being.

A couple of days of my husband being home made me urn more for my son. I knew it was wrong, it wasn’t like Naresh and I weren’t having sex, because we were and a lot of it. But it was soft gentle sex of two people in love, not the rough, raunchy fucking my son and I had, and I had to have that and soon or I thought I was going to burst. 

Sitting in the kitchen one day, Sumit walked in with a smile on his face.

“What’re you so happy about?”

“Just got laid.”

“Really?”

“Yep, and would you have liked to seen it!”

He gave me a wink and I pouted. 

“What’s wrong Mom?”

“Nothing, well, it should be nothing.” I sighed and looked up at him. “I miss the fucking between us.”

Sumit smiled at me and looked around.

“We’re here alone now aren’t we?”

“Yeah, your father is at the office.”

“Well, come on then!”

“But you…I mean, can you do it again?”

He laughed.

“Yeah I can.”

I jumped up and grabbed his hand, rushing him upstairs to the bedroom I stripped my clothes quickly and jumped on the bed. I made no attempted at foreplay, I didn’t want it. I just wanted his cock. I impaled myself on him, and sighed deeply as I felt his long thick shaft filling my pussy. I bounced up and down, hard and fast, like a woman gone mad. It didn’t take me long to start cumming and my screams of passion filled the room. I felt his hand grab my hips hard as he too began to cum, and I smiled widely as I felt his hot seed filling my cunt. 

As we both began to calm down, I thought I heard noise outside in the hall, but shrugged it off. I knew we were home alone, there was no reason to be paranoid. Everyday my son came home early and we would fuck before my husband came home. But that feeling that someone was in the house after we were done never went away. I kept telling myself that what I was feeling was nothing more than guilt, but it didn’t help the feeling go away. 

The day before my husband was to leave again for business he took me to our room. I was a little scared as to why he did this, we usually talked openly in front of our son. When we got up to the room he sat with me on the bed, holding my hand in his and playing gently with my fingers. We sat in silence for a while, it was a tense silence, and I didn’t like it. Finally he spoke.

“Well, I’m leaving again.”

“Yeah, I know but that isn’t why you brought me up here is it?”

“No.”

“Then why?” 

He cleared his throat, tried to look me in the eye, and couldn’t.

“I’ve been getting home early these past couple of weeks.”

My heart dropped and I felt as though I was going to get sick. I put my head down now and studied my feet. 

“I’ve seen what Sumit and you do when I’m gone.”

I began to cry. I couldn’t help it. 

“No need to cry. Look, at first I was mad, and I thought what you were doing was disgusting, but I couldn’t stop watching you. While watching you I got so damn horny it wasn’t funny and sometimes I’d jack off right there at the door. Sometimes I’d just leave and come home and fuck you. But most of the time I couldn’t help but masturbate.”

I looked at him surprised, with the shameful tears still running down my face. “I thought it over and I’d rather you be fucking Sumit then going out every night while I’m gone and fucking some guy. I know it has to be hard on you that I’m gone for so long and so I give you permission to fuck our son.”

I still couldn’t say anything, I sat there with my mouth opened, my eyes wide, and my body shaking.

“You can do it, as long as you don’t mind me watching when I’m here. I don’t want to join you or anything, and I don’t want Sumit to know about it either. Got it?”

I nodded my and the conversation was over. The next day he left and my son and I kept up the same relationship, and as promised when Naresh came home from his travels, he’d watch Sumit and I together, and then leave the house. He’d return after a half hour or so and take me upstairs to fuck me silly. He’d never let me clean up before he came to fuck me. He said he liked the idea of Sumit’s cum still dripping from my pussy while he pushed his cock into. 

Sumit finally left our house, and he still comes over so that we can have our fuck sessions together. Neither one of us can get enough of each other, and Naresh still can’t get enough of watching us. 



My Son and I



I grew up in an orphanage. Not that I'm putting it down because I learned at a very young age to look after myself. That is until I turned 15 and got pregnant by a staff member. He wouldn't admit to it and I couldn't force them to spend the little money I had to prove it was his so I had a son by the time I was 16. Since I was of age, or at least by state law I was, I had the option to give my son up for adoption or leave. I choose to leave. I found a job and started working, looking after my son and myself. I rented a small one-bedroom apartment but things went well. I worked for a small local company owned by a very nice couple who took pity on me however they also admired me for working so hard and raising my son alone. They helped to look after me until I could get my diploma. I eventually found a better paying job and my son (Bobby) and I moved to a new town.

Over the next few years' things got better and I started a business of my own. It was a struggle but with some hard work things worked out. Bobby grew into a fine young man and is now 19 years old and in college. My name is Brenda and I'm now 35 years old. It seems odd to have a 19 year old at my age but here I am. Due to my hard work I have kept my shape. I have a better than average body with a natural 36DD breast and a small 23 inch waist. I own a clothing store so my looks and figure helps sell the cloths. As far as sex goes I had put that on hold for many years. With work, raising Bobby, little money and my natural distrust for men in general I didn't think I missed it that much. Then one night I was sitting at home alone in front of the tube, Bobby was out with some friends and I was surfing the channels. With nothing on I decided to access the pay per view movies, something that I never did since I was so stingy with a penny. But what the hell. I selected a movie and punched in the number and almost immediately the movie started. But, it wasn't the movie I selected. I wanted a good romance movie but what came on is a hard core fuck movie. What in the hell do I do now? How do I stop this thing? I tried to stop it for several minutes but failed so I thought I might as well watch some of it since I was paying for it. 

It started out with an older woman sleeping in a bed. It was dark and rainy outside. Slowly the door opened and a young man walked in. I guess you know what happens next. Before you know it I was hooked. I got so hot so quick I couldn't believe it. In a matter of minutes I was rubbing my pussy and had opened my top so I could get to my tits. I kept watching and getting hotter by the minute. How did I know that a couple of glasses of wine and an x-rated movie could awaken the woman in me so quickly? I took off my skirt and slid my panties off. I took another big swig of wine and sat back on the couch. As the scene on the TV got hotter so did the burning between my legs as I continued to play with my dripping wet pussy. By now I had three fingers stuffed as deep inside my cunt as far as I could get them and was fucking myself with deep strokes. I had pulled my big tits from inside my bra and was pinching my left nipple as I started to feel the first orgasm in over a year start to build inside me. By now the young man on the screen had his big cock deep inside the older woman's pussy from behind and she was screaming with pleasure. The intensity inside me continued to build until I though I would explode. In an instant I was on the verge of the biggest orgasm of my life when I heard Bobby's voice. 

"Mom?"

It was too late to stop as Bobby rounded the corner and entered the room staring at me fucking my cunt with my fingers. I looked him in the eye then saw a huge bulge in his pants. The site of his cock poking out against his pants leg set me over the edge as I started to cum. I kept looking at Bobby as I continued to cumming. All of a sudden Bobby started moving toward me as I watched him unbuckle his pants, lower the zipper and pull out the largest cock I had ever scene. I was still on my orgasm high as he approached me sticking that big cock directly at my face. Without thinking I grabbed it with my left hand as my right hand continued to fuck my cunt. I pulled his cock toward my mouth and started sucking the head of that beautiful prick in my mouth. 

"Oh yea mom, suck it. Suck my cock. You don't know how long I have waited for this."

Bobby moved onto the couch with me and fed me more and more of his wonderful love stick. I took as much as I could in my mouth. I started pumping his cock with my left hand as I was sucking on the head of that monster. I was in heat and I didn't care that the cock I was sucking belonged to my son. 

"Damn mom you suck cock good. Oh yeaaaaaa, keep sucking. I gonna cum in your hot mouth. Oh yea mom, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fill your face with cum. Yea, I'm cumminggggg....."

With that Bobby started cumming in my mouth as I swallowed as quickly as I could with without much success. Cum was running down my chin and dripping onto my tits. I continued to suck his cock and fuck my pussy until I felt Bobby relax. I released his cock from my mouth but continued to hold onto it with my hand as he backed off. I looked up at him and he smiled then without warning Bobby reached down, took me by the shoulders and laid me down on the couch. We continued looking into each others eyes as he moved between my legs. He pulled my fingers from my pussy and almost immediately fills my gaping hole with his already hard cock. I just looked at him unable to speak.

"Mom, I think this is what you need. I think you have needed this for a long time and I have wanted this for a very long time. I'm gonna fuck you. Today, tomorrow and forever."

Bobby slid his big cock deeper and deeper into my dripping wet cunt. It had been such a long time that I had almost forgotten what it felt like to have a cock. I moaned and began to spread my legs as wide as I could. I continued to look at Bobby and feel that monster being shoved deeper and deeper until I thought he would split me open. 

"Oh fuck Bobby, yes I want it. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck your mother. I've always wanted you."

"Tell me what you want mom. Tell me how you want it."

"I want you to stick your cock deep into my cunt. Fuck my horny pussy. Fuck me Bobby. Fuck meeeeeee!!!!!!!!"

"Oh mom, your pussy is so damn tight. Pull your legs up so I can get deeper."

I pulled my knees up toward my heaving tits as Bobby pushed harder and deeper than I ever believed possible.

"Oh fuck me. Fuck me with that big cock Bobby. Fuck your mother...."

Bobby began to pull out then shove his cock back into me. Over and over he pulled out slowly then shoved it back into me until I could feel him hit bottom. I was filled to overflowing with cock and I loved it. Bobby started picking up the pace of his attack on my pussy and I started cumming. 

"Oh Bobby, your making me cum. Keep fucking me. I'm cumming....I'm fucking cumming....Fuck me harder!!!! Yes...Yessssss....Keep fucking meeeeee...."

Harder and faster Bobby kept shoving his cock into my pussy. I felt like I was having one orgasm after another. In a matter of minutes Bobby shoved his cock as deep into me as he could as his own orgasm started. I could feel his cum pouring out of his prick and hitting the inside of my pussy. I continued to cum as I felt his cum pour out of his prick. 

Once it was over Bobby and I starred at each other as he continued to hover over me still with his cock buried deep in my pussy. I could feel an amazing amount of cum running out of my pussy and down the crack of my ass. I pulled my son to me and kissed him for the first time. Instantly I knew this would not be the last time I would feel his monster cock deep inside me. 

Chapter 2

Bobby pulled his semi-hard cock from my pussy as our mixture of cum started leaking from my pussy. It was still burning from the pounding he had given me. This was the first time in many years that any cock had invaded my pussy and never had a cock this size been buried in me. Bobby and I lay together for over an hour. Slowly Bobby raised his head and spoke. "Mom, are you alright? I mean, I hope you don't hate me. I just couldn't help myself."

"Oh no baby, I'm not mad. I wanted you too. I wanted you to....uh....make love to me. It was wonderful."

"Mom?"

"Yea baby?"

"Well, since you liked it so much can we do it again?"

"Only if you're up to it."

Just then I felt Bobby's cock start to stir. It was growing bigger and bigger as each second past. Bobby leaned over and started to suck my left nipple. Heat rushed from my left nipple directly to my pussy. I lifted my tit to give Bobby better access. He sucked harder as the heat intensified in my cunt. My pussy was creaming and I could feel the cum running down between my ass cheeks and over my puckered asshole. The feel of my hot juice running into my ass gave me feelings that I had never experienced. I had never considered anal sex but now the feeling of my dark hole being filled with my own juice excited me. 

"Bobby....Oh Bobby.... You have to fuck me again. I want you to fuck me in my asshole. Fuck you mama in her virgin ass Bobby. I want you to stick your hard cock up my ass!!!"

Bobby rose up from my breast, looked down on me and smiled. 

"OK mom, whatever you want. If you want it in your ass then that is where you will get it."

Bobby rose up on his knees as I watched his huge cock stand straight out. I got up on my knees and kissed my son then I bent over and took that massive prick head in my mouth.

"Mom......don't mom.....If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum."

I licked the mixture of our cum from the head of his cock then turned around sticking my ass up at him as I leaned over the arm of the couch. I looked back at Bobby and winked.

"OK big boy, do me. Fuck you mamma in the ass but take it easy. My ass is virgin and I don't want you to split me open."

"OK mom."

Bobby then leaned over parting my ass cheeks with his big hands. He leaned over and started licking my puckered asshole. I was in heaven. He ran his tongue over and around my ass getting it wetter and wetter as if my own pussy juice wasn't enough. Then he stuck one then two fingers slowly in my ass trying to loosen my spinster mussel. I started fingering my hot horny cunt as Bobby continued to lick my brown hole. After several minutes of licking and prodding with his fingers to loosen me up my son raised up and looked down at my glistening brown hole. 

"Come on Bobby, do it. Stick that big cock of yours up my ass. I can't wait any longer."

With that Bobby leaned forward and placed the head of his cock against the opening of my virgin asshole. He pushed slightly but I was having none of that. I was so hot that I wanted...no....I needed his monster cock buried deep in my ass NOW! I pushed back on his cock and felt the head pop in my anal passage. A shock of pain swept over me but at the same time the pleasure was so intense I knew I have to have it all. I stopped for just a second to allow my spinster to adjust to the size of my son's prick then I started to push back. Bobby held still as I continued to push my ass back over his cock taking it deeper and deeper. I felt that I couldn't take anymore so I looked back only to see over half of Bobby's cock still outside of me. I slid forward allowing only the head of his cock to remain then I gritted my teeth and pushed back with all my strength. I was determined to take all of my son's cock deep in my ass.

"Ahhhhhhh.....Damn you have a big cock!!! Oh fuck....oh fuck that's good. Give it to me. Give me all that horse cock. Fuck me Bobby....fuck your mama."

Bobby pushed forward at my urging and the remainder of his prick slid past my spinster and deep into my ass. Cream was pouring out of my pussy and filling the air with its aroma. Slowly my son started moving back and forth in and out. I started fingering my pussy as Bobby started fucking me with long deep strokes. It was only moments later that my orgasm started causing my asshole to tighten around Bobby's cock. He continued to fuck me harder and faster as my orgasm continued to rack my body. Bobby started to grunt as he pushed his cock as deep into my asshole as he could get it. I felt I was going to explode as my own son's cum began to gush out and fill my anal cavity. Spurt after spurt continued as he tried to bury his already buried cock even deeper in me. 

"Oh Bobby.....Ahhhhh yesssss baby.... Give it to me. Fuck meeeeeee.... Fuck your horny mamma. Give me your cummmmmm....."

I collapsed on the arm of the couch. My cum dripping from my cunt and Bobby's cum running out of my ass and down the inside of my legs. Bobby slowly pulled his cock from my asshole and collapsed.

"Mom, that was great. That was the best fuck I have ever had. Your ass is great."

I turned to my son and saw him lying back against the other end of the couch with his cock lying across his leg.

"I'm glad you think your mother's ass is so wonderful. But if you think that my ass is good just wait until you try my mouth."

With that Bobby smiled and told me he wouldn't wait. I looked down and saw his cock start to twitch and I thought to myself "It's going to be a long night".

The End



My Son, Benjamin Ch. 01



I was a divorced mum, after my husband left me 13 years ago for a slut who is richer, but not as attractive a woman as me. I was so in love with him, and yet he had to do this to me. This emotionally hurts me a lot and to this day I can't forgive, much less forget. The only gift that this jerk left me was a beautiful son named Benjamin as I struggled throughout all these years to raise him up. There was love and hate for my son, as he looked really like that jerk. As much as I hate to admit, his father was a handsome man - high cheekbones with a well-defined nose and high nose bridge. Benjamin's eyes though looked like me, big, round and sparkling. 

In these 18 years, he had since grown up to be a handsome young man. My lovely Benjamin is very attractive even though he is just an 18 year old boy. There is always this pure innocence and gaze in his eyes that can melt away the heart of any young girl, as he once revealed, he had many secret admirers in college. Apart from his sharp physical features, he also got a very good build - broad shoulders, well-defined chests that can almost be seen underneath his translucent high school uniform. I guess that can be attributed to the hard dragonboat training he receives in college, as he gyms and runs alot. He has always been physically active since secondary school, as he likes to play basketball after school at the basketball court under our block with a few neighbours of ours. He is rather introverted, doesn't have much friends in school. Perhaps I guess, physical activities or sport is an effective way to channel his energy as he can be really quiet. What a waste since he is such an attractive male. He could have bedded many girls, if not for his shyness. 

Maybe I was to blame, as since he was young, I didn't pay much attention to his emotional needs. In fact, I scolded him for no reason whenever he reminded me of that heartless jerk. He grew up being very reserved but I have to say he is also a very obedient child as he seems to know my pain and he helped out with household chores whenever I was outside working. I never need to worry about this child as he is very sensible. I really love my sweet Benjamin alot even though I don't show it. I still very often throw my temper at him, due to another reason I was ashamed of. I am petrifed by the fact that aside from motherly love I have for Benjamin, I also have sexual attractions towards him, which I am trying my very best to abandon these taboo thoughts. But these thoughts never did go away, but grow only stronger. I am a woman and I too have my needs. 

Whenever he came back from basketball, his uniform will be so soaked with smelly man sweat that it just sticks to his back and front, exposing those muscular back, chests and abs through his translucent uniform. I don't even know how he can come up in the lift like that without attracting the attention of so many onlookers. Hell, my son is damn hot. Those nipples are perking and inviting, not forgetting those tight abs as I find myself wanting to "eat" my son up. During times like that, I can't help but to always lean closer to him so that I can have a sniff of his boyish odour. It stinks yet smells good at the same time. I can't describe, but the feeling is heavenly. Strangely, like a routine that we had been doing for so many years, he didn't move as he allowed his mummy to unbutton his wet and stinky uniform to wash. Me unbuttoning him for him to wash up has always been a routine I am doing since he was a baby. 

We treat it as a form of quality quiet bonding time. I don't remove his pants or underwear as he is already an adult. He would do it himself, in the presence of me yes, as I have no qualms seeing my son naked. I don't know about other parents or family but to Benjamin and I, this is rather common and natural and we don't see a big deal about it. Of course, he don't walk around naked at other times. Every time as he strips down to his underwear, I can't help eyeing on his hairy cum sweaty armpits as well as that piece of juicy man meat under that wet clothing. The shape is outlined so clearly like a curved banana. And then when you size him up together with the sweaty face, neck, pits, chests and abs, he was extremely desirable to be used as my toy boy. As he removed his underwear, his cock sprang out like a piece of eager young meat waiting to serve. How good it would be if I can have his manhood in my mouth and pussy. When he is done, he will retreat back to his room as he prepares a fresh set of clothing for bath and to wear. I then walk into the kitchen with his dirty laundry.

In the kitchen as I secretly wrap his wet uniform and underwear across my nostrils, I delight and take in the musky cheesy odour of man's sweat and cock. My pussy is freaking wet as I fondled my breasts and fingered myself to orgasm on these occasions. My stinky Benjamin also have a bad habit of "loitering" in his room and not going to bath immediately after his sweaty game. Behind the closed door of his room, I can often hear ecstatic moans of a horny young man playing with his tool. In no while, my pussy will be wet again as my desire for a young energetic cock is so strong. I don't mean to sound like a slut, but hell, Benjamin is too hot. Another sadistic streak of me ignites as I thought of using Benjamin's dick as my personal play thing and for him to submit to me whenever I have the need to satisfy my carnal pleasures. Since that face of Benjamin so resembles that jerk father of his, he can jolly well be my toy for "revenge" and pleasure. 

To be continued...



My Son, Benjamin Ch. 02



Disclaimer: Story is written from a woman's perspective and more directed towards female readers who enjoy and desire men sexually. It is fictional but contains certain BDSM and taboo elements such as female domination and incest which may be deemed inappropriate to certain readers. If one finds it offensive, please do not proceed as such. You have been warned. Thanks.

***

I am cooking dinner in the kitchen when I hear sound of the living room door creaking open, followed by light bang of the door closing. A thud on the floor is heard as he throws his bag on the floor. My son is back home again after his game of basketball. 

I proceed to the living room and immediately recognize the musky and cheesy odour of my dirty unwashed Benjamin still soaked in his boy sweat. Through the wet translucent uniform, I can see the outline of his chiseled chests and abs sticking to the fabric. Never thought my son could have grown and developed so well to be the dashing young Adonis he is today. "How lucky would it be for his future girlfriends to be shagged by him", I thought erotically to myself. My cunt is once again wet with precum and gaping open, eager for his hard throbbing cock to find its way inside me.

I contain my lust and undress my boy like just the usual daily routine before he gets ready for bath. Not that he is not independent, but this is a significant expression of our mom son bonding. I am personally glad that up to this day, he has not objected to me stripping him off. It would be a bonus (for me), if i can get to personally undress his pants and underwear and have a feel of his hard boner "breathing" within the enclosed space of my clenched fist.

My thoughts run wild and I lose focus. My hands inadvertently touch his bulge from underneath the fly of his pants. Slowly, I see Benjamin's bulge growing bigger and bigger, like a flagpole sticking out from the tight fabric that conceals his jewels. We are both embarrassed, as I can see redness forming on his face and drops of anxious perspiration flowing down from along his sideburns to his neck. I am feeling hot and horny, but at the same time critical of myself. How could I have accidentally touch that spot. Have I lost myself from the touch of his warm and hard body while I was undressing him, or was it his boyish scent of puberty that made me delirious and lose control. I feel my cunt oozing with more precum, as I am desperate to smell and suck off my own son's cock.

"Mom, are you done? Can I start undressing my pants and underwear? It's getting a little hot and uncomfortable and I need to shower soon", as Benjamin mutters nervously. 

My thoughts are uninterrupted, but it is a blessing in disguise for I could not have been able to control myself and do the unimaginable. I do lust after my boy almost all the time, but fantasies remain fantasies. As long as I don't commit the act of an incestuous relationship with my son, I would be fine. 

"Well, of course son. What were you waiting for?" I retorted back with a slight tone of anger so as to conceal the dirty thoughts I was harboring just now. I can't allow my son to know that I am lusting over him.

Benjamin then remove his pants and strips down to just his underwear. As he removes his underwear, his dick springs to life as though before it has been suffocating under that tight fabric layer of pants and underwear. His huge hard-on looks larger and harder than usual. As Benjamin turns around to face me, his tool points rudely and menacingly at me. I stand silently in awe while secretly admiring his full-blown penis. I never thought he could be so big. 

"Wow, is this stud in front of me really my son? He seems to emit a different aura today with his full-blown erected dick." I observe sweat trickling slowly down from his neck and broad chests and then to his rippled abs, crotch and hung dick. Some drops encircle the circumference of his shaft and rhythmically drip down from the tip of his penile meat. This hung stud in front of me is my son, and I never know before such a beautiful sexual side of him exists. Like a shopper inspecting her goods, I keep scrutinizing my son like I have never seen him before. There is a deathly awkward silence as my eyes can't stop staring at his stiff angry rod that doesn't seem to subside in size. Benjamin's raging hard on twitches from time to time as though in protest of Mummy looking at it. "What a magnificent erection". 

I don't know how long I was in paradise visually feasting over my son when a sudden "Sorry Mum" utters out from Benjamin's mouth. He then quickly cups his palms around his hard-on and dashes back to his bedroom. This unexpected "sorry" coming 

from him makes the situation feel more awkward as I could have acted like it was no big deal. What's the big deal with Mummy looking at her own son's cock. It is only natural for boys his age to have hard ons like that. His "sorry" only makes me feel more like a slut and which I shamelessly admit I am.

I then pick up his dirty laundry to have them washed. Usually, I will just sniff his sweaty uniform and underwear for a short while and finger myself to orgasm before throwing into the washing machine. For a single Mum like me without a husband or man, I am content alone with these acts of sniffing and self-masturbation as they allow me some release of pent-up sexual energy. The pervert act of sniffing the musky and at times cheesy smell of my son's dirty laundry empowers me with some sort of respite and sexual gratification. On these occasions, I am reminded of still being a woman and in need of a stud for sexual satisfaction. 

Without fail, I perform this routine of masturbating with my son's unwashed laundry daily and faithfully. However this evening, I am hornier than usual. I lock myself in the kitchen toilet so I can indulge in self pleasure for a longer time as I take fantasies about my hot stud son even further. I rub my pussy with Benjamin's unwashed underwear while sniffing his still wet stinky uniform. I imagine my own son fucking me, as his dick finds his way back to mummy again. I imagine him kissing and drilling his tongue in my mouth as his hard chest and abs fondle against mummy's boobs. I imagine him sweating profusely and scent of his fresh sweat enveloping me while I licked off his neck and Adam's apple. I am at the peak of ecstasy when I orgasmed, my body shivers with delight as loads of lady juice squirt out from my cunt. 

***

Dinner is ready and as usual, Benjamin will help to lay the table. For some funny reason, I feel guilty looking at my son after I imagined making love with him and treating him like my lover boy-toy. I do have sexual fantasies towards my own son, but never is there any sort of emotional element attached to them. They are merely physical fantasies and that's that, nothing more. But just now, it was the first time I imagined we as lovers kissing and cuddling like a couple. There was some sort of deep emotional attachment I felt when I imagined Benjamin drilling his tool in me. The feeling was not just sexual, there was something more. I can't describe it, or maybe I choose not to describe it for I have no wish to come to terms with my heart's most inner feelings. 

The table is set and we sit at the small round table in our living room. Eating our dinner in silence, there was no conversation or chatter of any sort. This is not uncommon as we do not have much to talk about. We behave politely towards each other as if we were strangers. Past attempts to talk with Benjamin also often end abruptly as short curt replies from him lead to a conversation closure. 

However, unlike other nights, the atmosphere tonight feels a little uneasy. On one hand, I am still thinking about his full-blown rock-hard dick I saw this evening. On the other hand, I am filled with contempt and disgust towards myself for having those fantasies about my own son in the toilet this evening that went too far. Seeing him just across the table, I got mixed feelings of excitement, guilt and anxiety all at the same time. To make myself feel better, I try to avoid direct eye contact with him. Likewise, I also observed him hanging his head low as if to avoid eye contact with me. Mouth by mouth, he gulps down the bowl of rice in front of him as fast as he could like though he can quickly finish his dinner and disappear from my sight. Noticing that his behaviour seems unusual from his normal self. I try to break the silence. 

Me (in a concerned tone): "Benjamin, Why are you in a rush? Do you have project or assignment deadlines to meet? Beware you get choked if you continue eating that fast." 

Benjamin (like suddenly jolted back to reality, his eyes looking back up in a dazed manner): "Umm, deadlines? What? Umm, nope, no project or deadlines of any sort. Not in a rush Mum, just probably more hungry than usual today. Sorry Mum.."

Me (trying to lighten up the atmosphere): "Well well, you really don't have to apologize for that don't you. Mummy is just worried if you are doing fine in school and if ..."

Benjamin (as he interrupted suddenly): "Mum, no. Sorry, I wasn't referring to this. I was apologizing for this evening. I should not have scared you with my full-blown erected dick. You looked really disturbed and in shock. I felt bad to have made you feel that way. 

Me (trying to act normal): "Well, if you are talking about this evening, there is nothing wrong with boys your age to have hard-on like that. Mummy is in fact proud that her lovely son is so well endowed. Never thought u could grow that big."

Benjamin (slightly humbled by my praise): "Yes Mum, but the real issue is, I grew real hard after you accidentally touched, erm, there.. I was having dirty thoughts of you stripping even my pants and underwear so that I could get to feel more of your hands brushing against my dick. The more I thought, the harder I grew. While I was pointing my tool at you, I was also hoping Mummy can come forward to give her son a stroke or two on his erected shaft. And and, I was also hoping if I could insert into .. (He skips.) I know it sounds incestuous, but but, I couldn't help it at that point of time. Sorry Mum, I didn't mean to.." (Benjamin looked down on the ground with remorse.)

After hearing these words coming from Benjamin's mouth personally, I am overwhelmed with joy inside me. I can't believe what he just said. I thought I have struck jackpot to know of my son also having sexual fantasies about me. Previous feelings of guilt quickly fade away and turn to lust as I sense my pussy twitching and wet with precum again. I contain my euphoria and play along with his remorse.

Me (acting in a condescending manner): "I find it hard to believe that you can have sexual inclinations towards your own mother who brought you up all these while. I think you are in need of some real discipline, lest you become a real pervert in the near future to come. Clear the table, wash the dishes and afterwards, bring the armchair and come to my bedroom." ( I commanded.)

After the dishes, Benjamin obeys me and comes to my bedroom with an armchair from the dining table. He seems to feel he is really at fault and ready to be disciplined.

Me: "Lift that chair above your head and do squats until I tell you to stop." (I instructed.)

Benjamin: "Mum, do I really have to do this? I just bathed and I don't want to sweat and get dirty again." (He pleaded.)

Me (showing no sign of empathy as I stared at him fiercely): "There is no excuse for a pervert son lusting over his own mother. If you truly feel apologetic, better do what I say lest I chase you out from the house tonight."

With some slight reluctance, he obliges and starts to do squats with the armchair on top of his head. I lay on my bed as I watch Benjamin in front of my bed working out. Initially the squats seem easy, but after some time, his motion reduces and he starts to struggle. Each repetition gets clearly more difficult as his handsome face contorts with agony and discomfort lifting himself up from the squat position. I watch in pleasure, as I enjoy the sight of my virile stud son working out and sweating away like a man. I have always got fetish for hot guys working hard and perspiring away. They look physically fit and visually attractive when those healthy muscles flex and glisten with sweat.

Not too long, Benjamin's T-shirt is soaked with sweat. The cotton fabric of his shirt sticks to him tightly, outlining his chiseled chests and rippled 6 pack. I can't resist the sexy sight of my hot stud son, and I ordered him to put down the chair and take off his shirt.

Me (in a slightly mocking manner): "My my, look how wet and sweaty you are after just a simple workout. Let Mummy see how worked and pumped those muscles are underneath your shirt. Now, put down the chair and take off that shirt."

Benjamin's tired arms literally let the armchair slip off with a loud thud on the floor. He remains in stationary squat position, sweating profusely and panting away as he waits obediently for my next instruction.

Me (annoyed and pissed off by the loud thud): "How could you damage my floor by just letting the armchair slips off like that? Stand up and continue holding the armchair above your head." 

Benjamin shuts his eyes for a moment then gives an exasperated sigh. He opens his eyes, carries the armchair up his shoulders again and stands up . He then outstretch his arms upwards to lift the chair above his head. 

I visually feast on my son's exposed sweaty and muscular body. His hairy armpits and swelling biceps are additional big turn ons. I am extremely horny and I feel my pussy quivering and opening wider as if to take in the cock of this hot young stud. Puddles are formed on the ground under his thighs as sweat continuously flows off his arms, biceps and neck onto the floor. Benjamin is clearly tired as can be heard from the sound of his heavy breathing and incessant moans of exhaustion. Each time he moans, my pussy twitches with delight. 

I notice a budge forming under his shorts. He must be masochistic, given that he can still erect under such circumstances. 

There is no way to adjust or hide that budge for his arms are still on the arm chair. It is getting bigger and more obvious. Benjamin looks down on his growing budge with embarrassment.

Me (in a slutty and teasing manner): "Look what you have just grown. Getting so big even as I am disciplining you. Are you thinking of putting that into Mummy again? How dare you." 

Benjamin's eyes close while face contorts into lines of pleasure and pain. He is moaning while his budge grows even bigger and harder. Sweat continues pouring off his forehead and neck. My pussy is screaming with ecstasy. I can resist no longer as I get off the bed and walk to his front. My boy-toy is now right in front of me. I can feel the warmth emitting from his sweaty and muscular body. The fresh and musky scent of his sweat is also stronger. My panties is now extremely wet with my cunt just inches away from his juicy budge. Overwhelmed by lust, my hands reach out to grope his budge. I can almost feel his warm cock underneath twitching uncontrollably. It is breathing and pulsating as though alive. I have almost forgotten how a cock feels like and now I am reminded again. The cock is God's gift of pleasure for a woman.

Benjamin (as he moans and pleads): "Mum, please stop touching there. My dick can't stop erecting and it is getting real tight and painful. It hurts."

Me (sarcastically): "Don't lie to Mummy for goodness' sake. I know you are quietly enjoying the pleasure of my hands on your shaft. Mum is just curious at how big an 18 year old's dick can grow. Your cock seems to be suffocating. Wanna let it out and breathe some fresh air?" (I chuckled)

I then slowly remove his shorts. A pungent cheesy smell of sweat and cock is emitted as my nostrils take in with orgasmic delight. His underwear is wet with sweat but stains of precum are still visible on the portion of underwear where the tip of his penis is located. Without much ado, I remove his underwear. His full-blown erected hard-on springs out to greet me. "Now that such a beautiful dick is exposed, what shall I do with it?", as dirty thoughts start to fill my mind again.

To be continued ...



My Son Ch. 02



So here it is.....Sunday morning.

My plan worked better than even I thought it would and with added bonuses too!

I hope you don't think I am going to far with my teasing. If you do, then please say so. I need a guiding hand sometimes and you have become my sort of mentor in all things daring! lol.

Anyway, read on.................

Sunday mornings are a pretty relaxed affair in our house and it wasn't unusual for me to remain in my night clothes (yes I do wear some on occasion) and dressing gown til midmorning, which fitted in with my plans for that morning beautifully. Yes I know, lazy bitch lol.

I got up about 8am and had breakfast, my stomach full of butterflies at the thought of my rather naughty plan.

Around 8.30, Colin said he was going out to clean the car. I started panicking as I hadn't heard Tom up and about yet and I was worried he wouldn't surface from his room until after Colin had finished! So I just started asking him when would he do some of the odd - jobs around the house that I had been nagging him about. Anything to keep him from the car for a little while longer!

After about 10 minutes of what was nothing more than me nagging at him, I heard Tom's floorboards creak.

So I told Colin to go wash the car as I wanted to go on the laptop. A very relieved husband left the kitchen like a ferret up a drainpipe and disappeared into the garage - poor man.

I went into the kitchen and quickly took off my nightie, throwing it into the washing machine.

I was now wearing just my black knickers under my trusty dressing gown and I went into the lounge and set up the laptop on the dining table. I sat down on a dining chair that faced into the room and I adjusted my dressing gown belt, so that it was loosely tied and the top was gapping slightly and it opened and closed a little as I moved. As I looked down, I could see that half of the inside of my left breast was visible, with a little more showing as I moved around causing my gown to open and close. But it was securely covering my nipple, which suited me just fine, as I didn't want to be as revealing this time.

Satisfied that I was ready to tease my son, I waited nervously for Tom to appear.

After what seemed like hours, I heard him come down and go into the kitchen and he started banging about, opening and closing cupboards. I heard him walking towards the lounge and I took a deep breath and pretended to be engrossed in the laptop.

Tom came in and headed towards the sofa but when he saw me, he changed direction and sat opposite me at the table. I glanced up just in time to see his eyes fixed on my cleavage and I said good morning. He said morning and I returned to the laptop, this time 'tutting' and cursing and shaking my head.

He asked me what was wrong and I said I was having problems with iTunes again. It was a well known standing joke in my house that iTunes and I didn't get on, so Tom asked if I wanted him to take a look at it for me.

I said yes if he didn't mind.

He jumped up and moved around the table so fast it was almost comical. I started to get up as I said I'll move for him, but he said he could do it from here. I had hoped he would stand beside me like in your story but he sat down on my right next to me instead.

He half turned the laptop towards himself and he turned his chair towards me and leaned in towards me. That was when I realised that by sitting there like that, he had a perfect, unobstructed view of however much of my breast was visible - the dirty bugger!

He asked me what was I trying to do and as I started to explain and point at the laptop I noticed his eyes were firmly locked onto my tit. I felt my nipple start to harden under the material as he looked at me and I felt a familiar dampness start in my pussy.

My other son Sam then walked into the room. He turned the TV on and threw himself down on the floor and started watching the telly from there, which was his favourite position. He was laying on the floor, directly in front of, and almost sideways on to me. He was facing to my left where the TV was and I said good morning Sam and he grunted a reply without looking round. 

I glanced quickly at Tom who was clicking and dragging things around on itunes but his eyes were constantly flitting from laptop to breast and back again, but I had to suppress a smile as I thought that my breast was winning.

I glanced down at Sam and I noticed that he was no longer watching the TV. In fact he was staring under the dining table directly at me. To be exact - he was staring at my legs!

I suddenly realised that in having my belt so loose, it had allowed the bottom of my dressing gown to slip down off my legs as I had moved, revealing far more of them than I had ever intended to my other son. I knew my pussy was still covered, but I knew that it wouldn't take much for my dressing gown to slip off my legs completely, revealing my knicker-covered pussy to him!

Tom then tried to push the laptop power cable to one side as it was between us and it was getting in his way using the mouse. So without thinking, I sat up a bit straighter, took the cable in my left hand and lifted it up and over my head to my left side where I dropped it on the table out of the way.

And that was when I felt the rest of my dressing gown fall completely off of my legs.

I could feel that it was now completely open below my waist and was only held together there by the loosely done up belt.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sam move slightly to one side as he was now blatantly staring at my pussy and I realised that in moving the power cable, I had opened my legs and he could now see right up to my knicker-covered mound!

I was so glad I had kept them on as letting my other son see my swollen wet pussy lips was going too far!

And then I glanced down.

It was all I could do to stop myself gasping out loud.

In moving the power cable, my gown had opened outwards, revealing my entire left breast, nipple and all to Tom's gaze!

Luckily it had opened out and not apart so from where Sam was sitting, he couldn't see anything else. He was seeing quite enough as it was!

And now, from his vantage point, Tom could also look down and see my bare legs and knickers!

I sat there frozen. Talk about Life imitating fiction - there were my two teenage sons, ogling my "accidentally" partially uncovered body and neither one of them uttered a sound to tell me!!

Oh my god, the feelings that were sweeping through my body at that precise moment were indescribable!!

Knowing that both of them were looking, actively looking and neither of them had ANY intention of making me aware of my misfortune was making me tremble with pleasure! 

I could feel my nipples getting stiffer and harder and my pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the second. 

I noticed that Tom had stopped working on the laptop and without thinking I said "What are you doing Tom?"

He jumped a mile saying "sorry" and I suddenly realised I had nearly ruined everything because he thought he had been captured looking at my tit and pussy. I quickly said "You need to explain what you are doing otherwise I won't know for next time will I?"

The look of relief on his face was a joy to behold as he realised what I had said and that his staring had apparently gone unnoticed by me.

He said sorry again and started to explain what he had been trying to do with my music files.

I knew that I had let them look long enough and that I had to end this now otherwise it might start to look as if it wasn't all such an accident as they both obviously believed it to be. That, and I was in real danger of leaving a stain on the dining room chair! 

I told Tom enough was enough for one day and that I would try and do the rest another day. I closed my legs as I shut the laptop and Sam suddenly became engrossed in the TV again. Tom told me that if I wanted any help at any time, to let him know. He stood up quickly, turned and left the room and headed upstairs, but not before I saw what I would swear was a bulge in the front of his tracksuit bottoms! Did my son have a hard-on? God I hoped so!

I sat there for a few seconds trying to compose myself and thinking of what I had just done with my sons. One I had deliberately set out to tease, the other had been genuinely accidental but there was no doubt that both my sons had enjoyed and actively wanted to look at my partially exposed body!

I thought it was time to have a shower where I could think about it all again in private so I went upstairs. I passed Tom's room and the door was open but the room was empty. I saw that the bathroom door was closed and that got me thinking about what you said about listening at the door to find out if he was masturbating. I stood in the hallway and I could hear some very faint noise and movement but I didn't have the nerve to walk right up to the door. 

Then I heard the toilet flush and I quickly went into my room, closing the door. After a few seconds, Tom came out and went into his room shutting the door. A thought suddenly entered my head. He had been in there too long to have just been taking a piss but not long enough for anything else.

Were you right? Had Tom been masturbating in there?

I went in to the bathroom and shut the door. The toilet seat and lid was down which was a first!

I lifted the lid and my heart stopped.

There on the underside of the lid was a thin stringy line of clearish/yellow fluid. I lifted the toilet seat and on the underside there was several other splashes of the Same substance.

Using two of my fingers, I wiped it up and I gasped.

It had the stickiness, texture and as I held my fingers to my nose, the unmistakable smell of cum!!!

My 19 year old son had masturbated over seeing my naked tit and pussy!

God, I couldn't believe it, you had been right!

I got in the shower and thought of everything that had just happened and of what I had just discovered.

My hand went straight between my legs and I played with my tits as I thought about it all and I had one of the best orgasms I have had alone without the use of my toy for fucking ages!!! lol.

Anyway, that was my Sunday morning. If you are not too bored by now, I might be persuaded to tell you what happened that evening too.................lol



My Son Ch. 03



Well, all I can say is that I thought I had really pushed the boundaries last Sunday.

But after your excitement this morning, this is rather tame lol. 

I had a vague recollection of a part of one of your stories which I thought fitted in with what had happened that morning, but I really had no idea how, or even if, I was brave enough to try one more step. 

But I just knew that I wanted to try.

In the end, it was no different than any other normal mother - son conversation. 

Well ok, not "normal" I suppose, as I had engineered the whole thing for my very own personal gratification.

And as a mother/son chat went, it was very gratifying! 

But please read on and tell me your thoughts...

It was about 9.45pm and all four of us were sitting down and watching a DVD together.

I say all of us, I wasn't really watching it at all. My minds eye kept replaying this morning's events over and over again.

And part of another one of your stories had kept entering my head all day, which the more I thought about it,the more I wanted to try out.

I knew that this morning had probably given me the one and only chance I'd ever get to do what was germinating in that naughty little head of mine but I couldn't see how I could make it happen.

My head was going around in circles so I decided to give up on that idea and I said I was going to get ready for bed. My husband said that he wanted to see the end of the film. I guessed there was about an hour left of it and I told him not to wake me up. 

I went up to my bedroom and changed into my nightclothes. I was wearing what you can see in the photo, so you can see what Tom saw. Including the large portion of my belly which was exposed...urrgh!

I went to the bathroom to clean my teeth and when I came out I saw Tom's door was now shut. I had a sudden idea and I quickly went into my room and half closed the door, taking off my dressing gown, which I had worn to the bathroom. 

I sat at my dressing table where I could see the partially open door in my mirror. I was hoping that Tom would use the bathroom before going to bed and he would have to pass my door to get to it if he did.

I sat there for about 10minutes and I was about to give up on the idea as a waste of time when I heard his door open and in the mirror, I saw him glance into my room as he walked past my door. Then I heard the bathroom door shut.

My heart rate had just doubled, as I got ready to put my idea into action. I didn't really know what I was going to do except try to copy the basic plot line of your story, and then I would be ad-libbing the rest.

I heard the bathroom door open so I quickly picked up my hairbrush and started to brush my hair.

As I saw Tom walk by my door, I called out to him.

He came back and pushed my door open and asked if I had called him. 

I was looking at him in the mirror and I saw his eyes drop down to the reflection of my chest and then to my arse, which was showing quite a bit as my knickers weren't that big.

I said yes I did because I needed to talk to him about something.

He said ok.

I said, "Come in and shut the door."

He looked worried and said "What have I done wrong?"

I laughed, more out of nervous tension than anything else and said "You haven't done anything wrong you silly boy, but I'd rather talk to you in private if that's ok with you."

He said "I suppose so" and as he shut the door, I swivelled around on my stool and faced him. I patted the bottom of my bed and said "Come and sit down, this won't take long. And don't look so worried."

I saw his eyes glance down to my tits and then carry on down to my panties as he walked over and sat on the end of my bed. Although my legs were closed, I knew he could see the top of them.

My tits started to harden as I saw him look at them and my stomach suddenly got this familiar feeling that started to travel south.

He was now sitting face to face with me with our knees almost touching. I took a deep breath and said " I don't really know how to say this, so I'm just going to say it. In future Tom, when you masturbate in the bathroom, could you please make sure that you clean up after you. I don't want Sam or your father to find anything."

Tom's eyes went wide, his face turned red and he said "But I didn't."

I said "I used the bathroom after you this morning Tom and I know what I found."

His face was bright red and he looked down and said "Sam is probably doing it too you know."

I said "Yes I know that and when I have to wipe his mess up off the toilet seat, I'll be having this same conversation with him. But I know it was you this morning."

He looked shocked as he started to say "You had to..." but I interrupted him saying "Of course I had to clear it up, or should I have come and got you to do it?" 

He went even redder and said "I'm sorry, God this is so embarrassing."

I smiled and said "What is, the fact that we are having this conversation or that I know that you wanked off this morning?"

Tom's jaw dropped when I used that word.

I said "I think you forget that I was young once too, I wasn't always just your mum you know. Oh it doesn't matter what you want to call it, or even that I know you did it. Just promise me that you will leave the bathroom clean next time, ok?" 

He nodded and said "Yes I promise."

I tried to keep the conversation light so I said "Or tell me next time you do it and I'll clean it up if you can't be bothered."

He stared at me and I said "THAT was a joke."

He said "Oh."

I said gently "Look, it's nothing to be ashamed about. Just make sure you don't leave any evidence afterwards in future, that's all I'm asking. I really don't want Sam or your father finding it. Do you?"

He wouldn't look my in the eyes as he said "No. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

I leant forward and placed my hand on his knee and I gave it a squeeze and I saw Tom glance up at my cleavage again.

I said "Oh I bet it does."

He looked up and I could see he was shocked again at what I said.

I said, "Look Tom, I'm not mad at you honestly. It's a perfectly natural act that everyone does. Your father does it I do it. God, at your age, I'd be amazed if you weren't doing it."

He looked up at me and said, "You do it?"

I laughed and blushed as I said "Of course I do. Or do you think your old mum is too old for that sort of thing now?"

He couldn't help but glance down at my tits again as he said "No of course not, I just never thought of you... you know."

My nipples were rock hard now as we talked and I knew that he would be able to make them out as they pushed against the material of my top.

I smiled as I said "Well now you know a secret about me too, so we are even. So do you promise to clean up properly after yourself next time?"

He looked at me and said "Yes of course, I really am sorry."

I was still leaning forward with my hand on his right knee, which I squeezed again. This was giving him ample opportunity to look at my rock hard nipples. An opportunity that he did not waste.

I said "Don't worry about it, it'll be our secret ok?"

He nodded and said "Ok, Thanks."

He asked "Have you told dad about this?" 

I shook my head and said, "Of course not, I told you, it's nothing to worry about so he doesn't need to know, this is just between us two. Is that ok with you?"

He nodded and said "God yes."

I couldn't resist saying "Why on earth you needed to do it at 9 o'clock in the morning though is beyond me."

He couldn't stop himself glancing down at my tits as he shrugged his shoulders and said "I just had to that's all."

I laughed and said "Well next time you get an urge, be more careful, think about what you are doing."

As I realised what I had said, I laughed and said "You know what I mean."

He actually smiled and said "Yes I do."

I said "Good. Now be off with you, I need my beauty sleep."

Tom stood up, giving another look down at my tits and said 'Good night mum."

I said goodnight and he went and opened my door. He turned around, giving one final look at my tits as he said "Do you want your door shut?"

I said yes please and he closed the door and I just sat there, staring at it, not believing that I had just had THAT conversation with my son. We can talk about anything but that sort of talk I leave to my husband - normally.

And then I turned back to my dressing table and I caught sight of my nipples in my mirror. I couldn't believe how visible they were. They were standing out like organ stops and it was obvious that Tom hadn't missed them either! Especially when I had been sitting so close, that he could have reached out and touched them!

I found myself wondering if I would need to check the bathroom later!

So, you and your stories are turning me into a right brazen hussy!



My Son Ch. 04



This is the next email in my account of my experiences with my son

But due to many emails enquiring about what exactly I am wearing, I have taken the liberty of adding a description of my nightie as I will not post photos. I hope this helps.

*****

I was up at 5am yesterday morning, I kept waking up thinking of what had gone on and what had been said.

I know this is an epic email, and I'm sorry it's not as well written as anything you would write, but it's what happened and I really want to remember everything that has happen so far.

Your daring (and encouragement) shower exploit spurred me on to reach lower levels of naughtiness lol.

So here it is, my beautiful, sexual mentor, I have put it all down here for your perusal and comments., so read on lol.

I went downstairs just before midnight and after about 15 minutes I heard a door open quietly and then soft, slow footsteps as someone walked quietly to the top of the stairs and stop. I held my breath as I heard the footsteps come slowly and tentatively down the stairs. 

Tom walked slowly into the lounge wearing just his Calvin's again and he stopped dead when he saw me.

Because I was lying on my back, full stretch on the sofa, with my head on the armrest and I had the TV on very low with a film playing.

I was wearing the same nightie as last night. Well not EXACTLY the same one, I have two the same so this one was clean on! Lol

It was a cream coloured nightie made out of very thin silk that came down to just above my belly button leaving the rest of my belly completely exposed from the waist down. The two shoulder straps were very thin, leading down to a very deep cleavage which covered my breasts but left the sides of them partially exposed.

But I had chosen a slightly smaller, more transparent pair of knickers for some reason! And as you can see in that photo, there is a LARGE expanse of bare flesh from the bottom of my nightie to my knickers, so they were clearly on display for anyone who cared to look.

And I saw Tom look.

He said, almost in a whisper "Can't you sleep again?"

I said "No, I dropped a box on my foot at work and it hurts. I didn't want to wake your father so I've come down here and taken some painkillers. I'm waiting for them to kick in before I go back to bed. Why are you up again?"

He said "I needed the bathroom and I wondered why the light was on down here."

I caught my breath as I was sure he hadn't gone anywhere near the bathroom.

He moved until he was standing in front of the sofa and I could feel his eyes travelling all over my body, lingering around my pussy.

I knew that he could see more of my pussy through my knickers than he could on Sunday night. That thought alone started my juices to flow.

I glanced at his shorts and I saw that they were quite tight and I could see the outline of his cock as it lay almost horizontal!

I could feel myself getting wetter already and my nipples were starting to stand out again. My body was giving the game away!

I looked up at him and deliberately raised my eyebrows as I said "As long as you left it clean like you promised."

His face flushed as he said "I just had a wee nothing else."

I smiled and looked back at the tv as I said "Can't you take a joke?"

He said "Of course I can."

I carried on watching the TV but I wasn't really watching it at all now, my nerves were on edge as I said "I'm glad to hear it. But I wouldn't have moaned at you if you had been doing something else in there you know ."

He looked at me and said "But I wasn't."

I smiled again and said "I didn't say you were, I just meant that I would understand if you were, we all have needs and urges after all".

He said "Do you? "

I had trouble making my voice sound normal as I said "Do I what?"

My heart rate was racing, I could feel my blood pumping away in my ears and my nipples were trying to drill their way through my nightie. My pussy was tingling like no - bodies business.

He said "Do you have needs...and urges?"

I gasped out loud at that question and I replied "Is that the sort of question you should be asking your mother?"

He shrugged and said "You mentioned it first, I didn't, and you know my secret."

I looked at him and said "It's hardly a secret Tom, of course I have needs and urges. Everyone does. It may come as a surprise to you, but I am a woman you know, not just your mother." I emphasised the word 'just."

He glanced down at my body and said 'I can see that."

I was finding it very difficult to remember to talk in hushed voices as I obviously didn't want anyone to wake up.

I knew that once Colin was asleep, it would take a bomb going off to wake him and I certainly didn't want tonight to be the night he got insomnia. This was one conversation I didn't want him eavesdropping on!

I looked him in the eyes and said "What do you mean by that?"

He started to look worried as he said "Nothing, I just meant it's obvious you're a woman that's all."

And then I remembered your suggestions about trying to mention how I should dress.

I laughed and said "Thank you for noticing, what gave it away? Is it the size of my tits or do you mean because I'm revealing too much flesh?"

He went red and started to get flustered at my description of my breasts. 

He said "Yes, I mean No."

I said " So it is the size of my tits and I AM revealing too much, is that what you mean?"

He was getting tongue tied but he managed to say "Yes, I mean no of course not."

I said "Well I can't change the size of my tits, but I'll go and get my dressing gown if you think I should cover up."

I noticed just how quickly he replied saying "No, no, you don't need to do that, you look great."

I said "I don't think so, but you don't think I'm revealing too much then?"

He glanced at my tits and said quietly "Not as far as I'm concerned."

I said "Oh really? So you don't mind if I show a bit of flesh sometimes then?"

He said "Well no."

I said "But I'm sure I show quite enough as it is, don't you?"

He looked me in the eyes and said "no."

I gasped and said quietly "Why not?"

He said "Because I think you have a great figure."

I smiled and said "Thank you, that's a lovely thing to say. But you would tell me if I did show too much wouldn't you, I mean I wouldn't want to embarrass anyone."

He went bright red and said "Of course I would."

I smiled and laughed as I said " But then what would be too much - I know what you teenagers are like."

I looked down at my nightie and then I looked at Tom. His eyes had followed my gaze and he jumped guiltily when he looked back at me and saw that I was looking at him and I knew where he had been looking.

Very quietly I said "I know it's my nightie but still, do you think I'm showing too much right now, should I get my dressing gown?"

He swallowed hard, glanced back down at my body as I intended that question would make him do but then he surprised me.

Without taking his eyes off my body, He said very quietly, "No, not at all."

I said "Really? Because, I didn't expect anyone else to be up at this hour and I don't want you to think badly of me for staying dressed like this in front of you."

He was still looking at my pussy as he said "I don't think there's anything wrong with how you're dressed, you look great to me. And it is your nightie as you say."

I nodded and he said "You look better in that then in your old dressing gown too."

I remembered your comment about try to mention him wanking and I thought, here's my chance.

I acted as if I'd just thought of something and I sat up and swung my legs around onto the floor, so that I was now sitting facing him. He got a good look between my legs as I swung my leg off the sofa. My head was now level with his cock which was about two foot in front of me and I could see that it had definitely grown and was now starting to point up towards his waist band.

My knickers were so wet by now.

I said "Tell me the truth. Did I show too much on Sunday morning when I was wearing just my dressing gown? I know it can get a bit loose sometimes."

He said "Well a little - but not that much", he hastened to add.

I said "What did I show?"

He was blushing furiously now as he said "Your tit, I mean breast - but not for long it was really quick."

I looked at him and asked "How much of it did you see?"

He glanced down saying "Well..."

I said "Did you see everything, did you see my nipple?"

He nodded and said "But only briefly."

I looked at him as if a thought had suddenly occurred to me. 

I said "Is that the reason why you had to go and masturbate that morning?"

He couldn't meet my eyes and for the first time, he looked like a little schoolboy who has just been caught out being naughty.

I said "Oh", as if I had just realised that it was.

Then I really did remember something.

I said "And last week, when I came into your room and my towel fell down. Did you wank over that too?"

Again, he just looked guilty and said nothing.

I said "I see. Perhaps I should cover up in future to stop that being a problem for you ."

He almost shouted "No please don't - I mean you don't have to do that. I mean it isn't a problem."

I said "Isn't it?"

He said "Not to me."

It was my turn to just nod.

Then I said "Ok. But in future, maybe it would be better if you did it in your room from now on and not the bathroom. No one disturbs you there do they."

He said "You sometimes do."

I said "I'll make sure I knock in future."

He said "If you have to."

My voice was a whisper as I said "I think I do don't you, as there's a big difference between knowing you masturbate and me actually disturbing you doing it."

He looked at me when I used that phrase and said "Is there?"

I said "Yes of course there is. And now I think you should go up to bed. I think there's something you need to take care of don't you?" and I looked down at his very swollen shorts.

I couldn't ACTUALLY see any of it - more's the pity, but the outline of it sticking straight up was fucking lovely!

His mouth dropped open at my words and he went to say something but he stopped himself.

I wanted him to ask me if I would help him take care of it - at that point, I don't think I could have said no if he had.

But he didn't. 

He said nothing except goodnight and then he walked to the door where he stopped and turned around.

I caught a sideways view of the bulge in his shorts and I caught my breath at the sight of it.

Tom looked at me and asked " Is this still our secret, or will you tell dad all about this?"

I looked at him and said "It's still our secret if you want it to be."

He nodded saying " I do" and he went up to his room. 

I was breathless with shock. 

Did I actually say all that to my son? YES I did.

Did he actually say all that to me? YES he did.

And I knew that right then, he was up there, wanking over the thought of me and what had just taken place.

I wanted to go right on up there and help him with it. I wanted to see his stiff, hard cock. I wanted to feel it.

Look what you have helped create, you gorgeous creature lol.

So what do you think, my beautiful One - have I really overstepped the line this time?

Tell me your honest thoughts as I really don't know where this is heading now.



My Son Ch. 05-06



I have had to put emails 5 and 6 together due to email 5 being too short to submit on its own.

It isn't much but it is important to what happened with my son so I have included it.

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Email 5 - Thursday 15th January - Thursday Morning‏ ‏ 

Yesterday morning, I was showered but still in my dressing gown, as I had a day off and I was in the hall, waiting to see them all off to work. 

Colin and Sam were at the front door just getting ready to leave when Tom came down the stairs.

Colin said "Why are you always last out the door, you'll be late for work."

I smiled as I said "Do I need to check if the bathroom is clean?

He went red and said "No."

Colin said "Why would you need to do that?"

I looked at Tom and said "Because some people leave it messier than others."

He blushed a deeper shade of red but looked me straight in the eye and said "No, it's fine."

I smiled at him and said "Good."

Colin shook his head and said "You and your cleaning. We've got to go."

With that he kissed me and he and Sam went out to the car.

I left Tom in the hall putting his coat on as I went up to my room to get dressed.

I was just stepping into my knickers when Tom knocked on my door. 

I said "Wait a minute," but he opened the door and walked straight in. I only just managed to pull them right up as the door opened and I exclaimed " Tom, I'm not dressed!" as I quickly tried to cover my bare tits with my hands as he stood there looking.

He said "I'm sorry but I can't wait, I'll be late for work. I just wanted to know if the bathroom was clean enough for you."

I was standing there wearing nothing but my knickers with my hands over my tits as Tom just stood there, blatantly looking me up and down.

I was shocked and all I could think to say was "I haven't checked yet but I'll let you know if it's not. Now can you please leave so that I can get dressed!."

He just stood there, giving me one long, final look up and down and nodded. Then he closed the door, went downstairs and left. 

I just stood there, shocked.

My son had just deliberately walked in on me, knowing full well that I was getting dressed and he had looked me up and down with no embarrassment at all - not once, but twice!

I know that I have wanted him to look and that I've been teasing him but this time, it felt like he was totally in control and knew EXACTLY what he was doing.

I confronted him about it that evening and I asked him what did he think he was doing walking in on me like that?

He just shrugged his shoulders and said that he thought I would still be in my night clothes and as he had seen me in them the other night when we talked, he didn't think it would matter if he saw me in them again. He said that I wasn't showing much more than when I had been in my nightie anyway.

I didn't know what to say to that, apart from I'd rather he didn't walk into my bedroom when the door was shut, as he didn't know what I would be doing and I didn't walk in on him when his was shut.

He said he was sorry and he wouldn't do it again.

Why on earth did he do that?

Do I say something else to him about it when he gets home later?

Help me, I'm really confused now lol.

Email 6 - Tom's Room Sunday 31st January ‏ 

Last Sunday morning took a strange turn, I can tell you.

I was still in my nightie and dressing gown as usual and Colin and Sam were both in the lounge so I thought I'd give myself a little thrill and tease Tom.

Nothing much, just a little glimpse of my tits in my nightie as he seemed to like that view lol.

So I went up to collect the dirty washing as usual.

I loosened my dressing gown as I got to the top of the stairs and then I knocked on Tom's bedroom door and I said "Tom are you up, I need your dirty washing."

He replied "Fine, come and get it."

I walked in and I gasped as I looked at Tom lying on his bed. He was lying on his side on trip of his covers facing me looking at his laptop which was beside him on the bed.

What had made me gasp was that he was only wearing his Calvin Klein boxers and they were always tight on him. So tight that I could clearly see the bulge of his erection which he was sporting!

He looked at me but said nothing.

I actually felt myself starting to blush as it was obvious he had caught me looking at his cock.

I walked over to his laundry basket, opened it and leaned forward and reached down to get his washing.

I stopped as I saw a pair of his boxers laying on the top of the pile. They were covered in cum stains.

I looked at Tom and he was looking at me.

He said "What's wrong?"

I shook my head but said nothing.

He said "You look better like that."

I looked down and I saw that my dressing gown had opened and the whole front of my nightie was now showing and where I was leaning forward, a large part of my breasts were now on display.

I pulled it closed instinctively and laughed as I said "You shouldn't be looking, I'm your mother."

Tom said "So? What I actually meant was you look better in your nightie than in your dressing gown. It makes you look frumpy."

I leant forward again and I started to pull his washing out of the basket. My gown fell open again but this time I let it.

He was watching me as I was doing it.

I stood up and faced him with his washing in my arms just below my breasts. I said "What do you mean I look frumpy?"

He said "I didn't mean it horribly."

I said "Well it doesn't sound very nice, so what do you mean frumpy?"

He said "It makes you look older."

I said "Older?"

He nodded and said "I just think you have a great figure and you don't need to wear it."

I was surprised he would come out and say something like that and I said "Well thank you but I think I do, I can't go around the house in just my nightie, your father will think I've gone mad."

He said "So only wear it when he's here then."

I said "What?"

I kept glancing down at his cock, I couldn't help myself and Tom knew it.

He said "Don't wear it when its just us, you look much better without it."

I said "Don't be silly Tom, I can't wear just my nightie."

He said "Why not, you were wearing just that the other night when I came down."

I said "I know but that was when I thought I was going to be alone."

He said "Well you would be alone, apart from me."

We looked at each other and then he did something that had my pulse soaring and my blood racing.

He reached down and pulled his erect cock away from himself through his shorts! He didn't take it out but the shape of it was obvious.

I couldn't help glancing down as he did it and I felt my cheeks start to burn!

Then he said "It would be our secret."

This wasn't going as I had planned at all and all I could think of saying was "Any more dirty washing?"!!

He just shook his head as he looked at me so I turned and walked to his door.

He said "Will you think about it?"

Without turning round I said "Do I really look frumpy in it?"

He said "I think so."

I said "Then I'll think about it."

I went downstairs into the kitchen and I thought about what had just happened. My attempt at teasing seemed to have been turned on its head!

Tom seemed so in control then, he seemed to know exactly what he was doing and saying. His blatant pulling at his cock shocked me. What has he been, is he thinking?

And my son had just told me not to wear my dressing gown when we were alone - and I had more or less agreed!

This was taking a turn I never expected and my heart was pounding like a stream train!



My Son Ch. 07



So Monday night was very interesting.

Colin was taking Sam and two of his friends to the cinema to see a film.

So we all sat down to dinner together before they left to pick up his friends.

I told them that before they left, it was their turn to clear up the dinner things and to clean the kitchen.

I said that I had had a horrible, stressful day at work and now I was going to take my glass of wine with me and have a good long soak in a hot bath and the kitchen had better be clean when I come down or they weren't going to the pictures!

This caused lots of eye rolling and groans form Tom and Sam but Colin knows what's good for him so there was no argument from him! 

So I went up and ran a nice deep bubble bath and I lay there having a good long soak, thinking of what I had been thinking about all day...Tom and his comments in his room the day before.

I couldn't get the thought of how in charge he seemed to have been out of my head. He hadn't seemed embarrassed about his comments or when he played with his cock in front of me.

I wanted to know if he had anything on his mind so I thought I would try and find out whilst the other two were out for the evening.

So I got out of the bath and after drying off, I went into my bedroom and put on my nightie that I know he seems so interested in.

I put on a slightly more see-through pair of panties than I would normally wear with it and then I put on my trusty dressing gown and I went downstairs and into the kitchen.

All three of them were finishing off cleaning the kitchen and I asked if they were nearly done.

Colin said almost and I noticed Tom look at my dressing gown as he put away some pans.

I looked around the kitchen and I said that will do, go to the pictures, I will finish up in here before watching my film.

They didn't need a second invitation and after they kissed me they scurried off to get ready to leave.

Tom asked if I needed any help and I said no, it was fine, but he could take my glass of wine into the lounge for me as I was going to watch a film. He asked me which one and I told him my favourite one of course.

He pulled a face and said "Not Love Actually AGAIN?"

I said "You don't have to watch it. I thought you were going to Stacey`s anyway."

He said "I was but I'm not now."

That was news to me as he hadn't mentioned anything before.

I heard Colin and Sam shout out "bye" and then they were gone, slamming the door behind them and Tom said he would take my wine through and put the film on for me.

I told him I could do it myself but he said he would as he wasn't doing anything now.

He walked out of the kitchen and that was when I realised that if I was going to do anything, it had to be now.

So I gave the kitchen one final check, before taking off my dressing gown, smoothing down my nightie and taking a deep breath, I went into the lounge.

Tom was kneeling down at the DVD player putting the disc in so he was side-ways on to me. He glanced towards me and I saw his eyes go straight to my panties. He couldn't stop a smile reaching his lips.

I said "You can leave that, I can do it. You can go and leave me to my film."

He said "I've got nothing planned, I'll keep you company if you like."

I said "I'm warning you Tom, one comment about the film and you are out of here. Understand?"

He said "Of course. I don't mind the film, but I can't stand Hugh Grant."

I said "Well I like him, so sit down or go out."

He said "Ok ok. I'll be quiet."

I sat on the sofa at one end and I curled my legs up under me and to my surprise, Tom sat at the other end, nearest the television which meant he couldn't really keep looking in my direction if he was watching the film. But he tried nevertheless.

The film started and we began to watch it. I had to swivel to my right every time I wanted a drink of my wine and I noticed that Tom was taking the opportunity to have a good look.

I gradually let me legs slide along the sofa until my toes were almost touching Tom's thigh. This obviously meant my legs had straightened out a lot, exposing my thighs.

I finished my wine and held out my glass saying "Refill please young man."

Tom got up, took my glass and went to the kitchen. I took the opportunity to stretch right out and to lie along the sofa on my back, with my head raised up on the cushion along the arm.

I knew that my pussy was more exposed in those thin panties than it had ever been whilst I was clothed in front of him.

He came back in carrying my wine and a bottle of lager and he stopped when he saw that I was now stretched out on the sofa.

I pulled my legs back up to my bum, giving him the invitation to sit back down on the sofa which he quickly accepted.

I stretched my legs back out, this time laying my feet on his lap as I took my glass from him and I said "You don't mind do you?"

He said "No of course not."

As I took of sip of wine which was difficult laying down, I saw his eyes dart to my panties and although I had my legs closed, I knew he could make out my pussy through them. 

I felt my pussy start to tingle and get wet at that thought. My nipples were starting to harden and I could see them starting to appear against the material of my nightie.

I turned to my right to put my wine glass on the floor and as I did, the left strap of my nightie fell off my shoulder and fell down towards my elbow. My left nipple and aerola was still covered but only just. I didn't bother to replace it. I saw Tom glance at me as I put my glass on the carpet.

I lay back down and I could feel my face starting to flush and my belly was getting the familiar feelings which were starting to move down to my pussy.

I then returned to watching the film as best as I could. 

I felt Tom's hand move and rest on my left foot. It didn't move, he just left it resting there. After a while, he started very lightly and very slowly to caress my foot from the ankle up to my toes and back again.

He did this once then stopped, possibly waiting for a rebuke from me but when none was forthcoming, he did it again.

His hand slide very gently up and down my foot, going slightly higher up my leg on each pass until it was going half way up my leg towards my knee.

I closed my eyes and lay there as he did that, then I murmured very quietly, "Mmmm that's feels nice Tom, I need a good foot massage."

He said "Do you want me to massage your feet then?"

I kept my eyes closed and murmured "Mmmm, that would be nice."

He then started to gently massage my left foot and he was really quite good at it!

After a while, I felt his hand start to very very gently and slowly, start to rub its way up my leg towards my knee. It only went up a few inches at a time, as if he was testing out whether I would stop him or not.

I didn't.

When he found he was not getting any negative response from me, his hand carried on up as far as my knee and without opening my eyes, I said, "That's not my foot."

He said, "Sorry, I didn't realise, I was watching the film" and his hand returned to my foot and carried on rubbing it.

This carried on for several minutes and then his hand started its journey back up towards my knee, but this time even more slowly than before.

I didn't say anything this time and I kept my eyes closed throughout.

As he didn't receive another comment from me, he carried on with his rubbing from foot to knee.

After a few minutes of that, I felt him gently grip my left ankle and lift my foot. He only lifted it millimetres but it was enough to enable him to pull it over towards his belly.

I realised now that he was opening my legs and that he would be able to see my whole pantie covered pussy! And I knew that pretty soon, there was going to be a wet patch down there that he would be able to see.

I still said and did, nothing.

I lay there with my eyes closed as my son gently rubbed his hand up and down my leg as far as my knee.

I sighed deeply and said "If you keep doing that, I`m going to nod off."

He said "That's fine mum, I'll just watch the film on my own."

I said "Fine, but no higher."

He didn't reply but carried on caressing my leg and after a few minutes, his hand moved over to my right foot.

This time, he didn't bother waiting and his hand lightly and gently began its journey up to my knee and back again.

After a few minutes of that, he took hold of my right foot and moved that very gently outwards towards his knees.

It was all I could do the stop myself from gasping out loud as I felt my legs part and my pussy became completely visible to him. 

I was getting so wet now. And I could feel how stiff and erect my nipples were against the material of my nightie.

I lay there trying to breath deeply and slowly, trying to appear as if I had dropped off to sleep.

I don't know how long Tom carried on with his caressing, but on one of his passes up my leg his hand didn't stop on my left knee, it carried on up and over. Not far, but far enough for me to say something if I was awake.

Which of course, I wasn't!

When he didn't get his head torn off, Tom called out to me softly.

I didn't reply, I wanted, no NEEDED to see where he would go with this, given the chance.

He didn't waste any time as I felt his hand start a very light, very gentle caress up along my upper thigh to about half way between my knee and my panties.

Then his hand went back down to my knee, it crossed over to my right knee then it started its slow, gentle journey up my right thigh.

He did this movement several times, each time getting a little higher until his fingers felt as if they were almost touching my pussy. Almost but no quite!

I so wanted to push my pussy down, to feel his fingers touch it. I was wet, my pussy was tingling, my nipples were like flag poles. They were so sensitive, I could feel the material rubbing against them like sandpaper.

Then I felt the sofa move under me. Tom was leaning in towards me!

I could only think that he was trying to get a closer look at my pussy!

I could hear him breathing as he lent towards me and I tried as hard as I could to feign sleep and I could almost feel his eyes boring into my pussy.

And then I felt it.

The almost imperceptible movement of his hand and then I could feel the side of his little finger rub very lightly against my panties!

God my nerves were on fire!

My son was feeling my pussy through my panties.

Then it happened - he started to rub the side of his finger across my pussy and he pushed so very gently against the material of my panties!

Oh fuck, I was going to cum!

I so wanted him to slip his fingers under the material, to slip them inside me.

I couldn't help it, a shudder of pure estacy ran through me and that caused the worst thing in the world to happen!

Tom jumped and quickly sat back up, pushing my legs together on his lap. And that was when I felt his erection under my foot.

God it felt so good, so hard.

I lay there not knowing what to do next.

Tom sat as still as a statue, his hands holding my feet and I realised that unless I did something obvious, that was the end of my little game tonight.

But I couldn't bring myself to take it any further right then. Too many thoughts and feelings were running through my head.I had set out to find out if Tom was thinking of me sexually and now it was obvious to me that he was.

I needed to have some alone time right then, so I stretched my arms up and stretched my legs right out, pushing down on Tim's erection as I did so. Getting a thrill run through me as I had him gasp.

The I gave a deep breath and opened my eyes, blinking and yawning as if from a deep sleep. Corny I know, but it was all I could think of on the spur of the moment!

I said "I'm so sorry Tom, I told you you shouldn't have given me that foot rub. How long have I been asleep?"

He said "Not long, the film's still on."

I looked at the telly and said "Only just. I didn't realise how tired I must be. I think I'll have an early night."

I swung my feet round and put them on the floor and as I sat up, I put my hands on the sofa either side of me, genuinely forgetting that my left shoulder strap had fallen down and it continued its downward journey past my elbow, revealing my still hard and erect nipple to Tom's gaze.

I pulled the strap up saying "Oopps, sorry" and I giggled.

He said "Don't worry about it, I'm not."

I stood up and said "That'll teach me for not wearing my dressing gown won't it."

He said "Why aren't you?"

I said "You know why, you said I look old and frumpy in it didn't you."

He said "Yes I did."

I turned and faced him as I said "Do I look old and frumpy now?"

He glanced up at my tits then at my pussy and said very quietly "No way."

I said just as quietly, "Good. I don't want to look old and frumpy in front of you."

He said "Believe me, you don't."

I said "I didn't embarrass you when my tit fell out did I?"

He looked at them again and just shook his head.

I smiled and said "Good, I'm glad. But you won't tell anyone will you?"

He shook his head, smiled and said "Of course not, it'll be our secret."

I smiled back and said "I like our secrets, don't you?"

He nodded and said "Yes I do."

I said "Tell me the truth Tom, Are you going to make a mess in the bathroom after seeing my tit?"

He shook his head.

I said "Oh."

He said "I do it in my room now remember?"

I smiled and said "Oh yes, I forgot. Well I am off to bed now, see you in the morning." 

And I bent forward very slowly and said "Give your mother a kiss goodnight then."

The front of my nightie fell forward and Tom had a very clear and unobstructed view of both my breasts as I turned my head to the side so that he could kiss me on the cheek.

He took a long while leaning forward to kiss my cheek and I could him see out of the corner of my eye looking at them before he kissed my cheek very lightly.

I turned my head the other way and held it there waiting for him to kiss that cheek. Tom took his time kissing me again and my nipples were tingling as I watched him looking at them. Finally, I straightened up and said "Night Night."

He said "Good night" and I turned and made my way upstairs.

My pussy was throbbing and dripping again and my nipples ached to be sucked.

I went up to my room where I lay on my bed and thought of what had just happened and of our conversation. I played with myself whilst I went over it all in my head. And I knew that Tom was now in his room wanking over me. He had admitted to me that he was going to do it.

I really wanted to go and help him do it.

I wanted to feel his cock, to hold it.

But something was holding me back from crossing that line.

It was like an invisible brick wall.



My Son Ch. 08



We have two friends Jean and Len, who we meet up with about once a month. We've know them for years, our kids grew up with theirs, and we've been holiday with them. It's always nice to catch up over dinner and a few drinks and it's also a good excuse to get dolled up once in a while and go to a posh restaurant.

And that was why, last Saturday evening, I was wearing a new black dress that came to just below mid-thigh. It had very thin shoulder straps with a plunging neck-line that showed off my not insubstantial chest to its best effect. Something that Colin loves to look at when we are out. And I know he gets a kick out of other men looking too - as do I.

And it was one of the rare occassions that I got to wear stockings, suspenders and a matching strapless, lace, see-through bra.

And to please Colin, I had decided to go out not wearing any panties.

Much to his delight, as I knew that it turned him on knowing I was out like that (and me too), and it always seemed to help the night end with a bang when we got home.

But that morning, Colin woke up complaining he didn't feel well and that continued as the day progressed, but he refused to cancel the meal as he was looking forward to it as much as I was.

We went by cab to the restaurant, meeting our friends there.

We were having a great time, the meal was very good and afterwards, the wine and alcohol was flowing freely, although Colin had decided not to have any because of the way he felt. Suddenly Colin had to rush to the toilets and Len went after him.

After five minutes or so they both came back, Colin looked grey and he had sick stains down his shirt. Len said he had almost reached the toilet pan before he threw up and he thought I should take Colin home as he obviously wasn't well.

That sounded a very good idea so we tried to call a cab but being Saturday night and valentines night, which we had forgot about, they had a waiting time of nearly an hour. We couldn't wait that long so I phoned home and spoke to Tom. I explained what had happened and asked him if he could come and pick us up.

He said of course and we waited for him to come.

He got there in about 15 minutes and our friends told us to go, they would be ok waiting for their cab.

So as Colin to get in the back of Tom's car, he immediately laid down across the seats so I had to get in the front with Tom.

As we pulled away, I thanked him for coming out and said it was lucky he wasn't out with Stacey, his girlfriend.

He said she was out with her friends tonight. 

I turned around in my seat and leaned over the back of It and felt Collins forehead, it was very hot and sweaty. I asked him how did he feel and he said like shit. That wasn't surprising really as he looked like shit. I said if he thought he wad going to be sick again, he had to say, so that we could stop.

I glanced across at Tom and said that I didn't want him to be sick in his car so be ready to pull over quick if necessary.

He said ok, but it was then that I realised that he had been looking down at my legs.

I realised then that the way I was sitting meant that I was half sitting half kneeling on my right leg with my left one pushed out. This had caused my dress to ride up and my stocking tops were clearly visible to Tom.

I looked back at Colin and out of the corner of my eye I saw Tom glancing down more and more. That was when I remembered - I wasn't wearing any knickers!

How much could he see I wondered?. I knew my dress was covering my pussy, but only just. I wasn't sure if, as I had leaned forward over the seat, it had risen and given him a glimpse of my naked, smooth pussy.

I needed to know. So I leant forward again and felt Colin's forehead. I felt my dress move up and I saw Tom's head swivel round and the look on his face left me in no doubt...he could see it.

I was wet at the knowledge that he was looking at my naked pussy. I kept my hand on Colin's forehead and asked him he did he feel now. With his eyes closed he just mumbled "shit." 

My pussy was so wet as I could almost feel Tom's eyes on it but I knew that I couldn't stay like that forever so I turned around and sat down again.

I straightened my dress a little and I crossed my legs so that it rode up a little more. I said "Thank you again for picking us up Tom"." He said "No problem, how was your night otherwise?" 

I said "Great thanks, it was still worth going."

Then Tom surprised me by saying "You look great mum."

I was genuinely surprised and I said "Oh thank you sweetie, that's lovely. That's more than your father has said to me" and I turned my head and said over my shoulder, "See Colin, at least someone appreciates how I look in this dress." And I laughed. I looked back at Tom and I caught him looking at me breasts.

I looked down at where he had been looking and looked back at him and smiled. I thought he was going red but I couldn't really tell.

I said "I'm glad someone is appreciating this dress, it wasn't cheap."

Tom said "Well I do, you look fantastic in it, if I may say that to my own mother."

I gave a great big smile and laughing said "Yes you can, you charmer!" I reached across and squeezed his left thigh a little higher than I meant to, almost at his groin and he jumped.

For something to say, I said "What's Sam doing tonight?"

Tom said "He's round David's."

We carried on back in silence after that and when we got home, I had to wake Colin up.



We went in and I took him upstairs to our room and he got undressed and climbed into bed.

I took his soiled shirt into the bathroom and I rinsed it in the sink. Then I took it downstairs and I put it in the washing machine. I asked Tom if he would take a bowl up to his dad in case he wanted to be sick again which he did. He came down and said that his dad was fast asleep so he left the bowl on the bedside cabinet for him.

I thanked him and I looked at the clock, it was only 10pm.

I said I don't know about you but I need a drink. He offered to make me a cup of tea and I laughed, saying I needed something stronger, I needed alcohol.

I told him to make me a vodka and red bull and I went and sat down in the lounge.

He bought it through and handed it to me. He had a bottle of cider. 

I had sat on the sofa but I noticed Tom took the chair opposite me. I crossed my legs and his eyes immediately went to my hemline which had slipped up a little.

I sipped my drink and said "God Tom, how much vodka is in this?" 

He shrugged and said "I don't know, I don't drink it."

I asked him how Stacey was and he said fine.

I asked him about how things were going between them both and as we chatted and drunk our drinks, I had leant right back on the sofa and I had slid down a little more and my dress had risen further up.

I noticed his eyes were having difficulty staying focused anywhere but on my legs and I glanced down and saw why.

My dress had almost reached the top of my stockings, and although I still had my legs crossed, I knew that the tops of them were visible along the side of my thigh.

Tom's eyes confirmed that!

I finished my vodka and held out my glass saying "Same again please young man, but not so much vodka this time or you will have to take ME up to bed this time."

Tom smiled and said "I think I could manage that."

I looked at him and I said "Oh could you?"

He nodded and said "Definitely" and before I could say anything else, he walked out to the kitchen.

I was feeling so horny and wet. Here was my son, ogling my legs, after already having seen my naked pussy and I was sure that he was just hoping for another display. And now he was making cryptic comments!

He came back and handed me my drink. I sipped it and pulled a face saying "Jesus Christ Tom, that seems even stronger than the last one!"

He shrugged saying"I'm not a barman."

I said "Are you trying to get your mother drunk?"

He smiled and said "You don't have to drink it."

I told him to go and put some more red bull in it or I was going to bed. He laughed but went back into the kitchen.

When he returned I tasted it and it was better - but not by much.

We chatted again, with Tom always keeping an eye on my legs but they remained firmly crossed.

I finished my drink and said I think I need my bed, as the wine and vodka seemed to be having an effect. I asked him if he would help me up and I held out my hands. Tom came over and holding both my hands, pulled me upright. I was standing right in front of him and we looked at each other and I saw him glance down at my chest. 

I said for him to give his mother a kiss goodnight.

He leant forward and went to kiss my cheek but I turned my head and kissed him full on the lips. 

Very quickly but firmly. 

He looked shocked but said nothing.

I said "That's for picking us up tonight and for saying what you said about me earlier."

He said "What did I say?"

I said "that I looked good in this dress."

He glanced down at my breasts and said "Well you do."

I said "Hey young man, my face is up here."

He looked at me, his face going red and said "Sorry."

I laughed and said "It's ok Tom, you're a man, I shouldn't expect anything else, especially in this dress. Now I'm off to bed, see you in the morning."

He said "Ok."

As I turned to leave he said "Can I have another kiss goodnight first?"

I turned back and said "If you want one sweetie."

He said "I mean just like the last one."

I looked at him and said "you want one like that do you?"

He nodded.

I said "Ok, I suppose you've earned it."

He stepped forward and leant in towards me. My heart was racing a 100 beats a minute as he is lips closed on mine.

He kissed me full on the lips, gently at first then I felt his lips press against mine, just a little harder.

I felt his lips part and his tongue touched my lips. I pulled back, I didn't mean to, it was instinctive.

He looked at me in panic and I smiled and said "was that what you meant?"

He just nodded.

I said "Good. Night night sweetie" and I walked out of the lounge, still reeling from my son's blatant attempt at French kissing me.

I started up the stairs. I had only stepped up onto the second step when I realised that I was still wearing my 3inch high-heeled shoes. I went to walk back down, but stopped myself.

I turned on the stairs and sat down on the step. I called softly for Tom.

He came into the hall and I said "I forgot to take my shoes off sweetie. Be a dear and undo them for me please."

I lifted my right leg straight out towards him and I raised it up towards his chest. That made my dress fall right back to the top of my legs, revealing my stocking top, suspended belt and bare thighs.

His eyes almost popped out of his head as he looked at me.

He came over quickly and kneeling down, took hold of my right foot and placed it on his knee.

I turned it inwards so that he could get to the small buckle that connected the strap around the top of my ankle. This also made the rest of my leg turn inwards too.

I saw Tom's eyes follow my leg all the way up to the top and I saw him freeze at the very moment his eyes locked onto my naked pussy. He fumbled with my foot and I whispered "Be careful Tom, they are new too."

He was finding the buckle hard to undo and I said "Shall I do it Tom?" 

He shook his head saying he could manage. At last he undid it and slipped my shoe off. He then moved my foot to his left, opening my legs even more as he put it down. I lifted my left leg and he took hold of it, now making no attempt to hide where he was looking.

God I was so fucking wet!

He undid that buckle and he then moved that foot to his right as he put it down. I was now sitting on the stairs with my legs open, revealing my wet pussy to my 19 year old son.

I smiled at him and said "Thank you Tom, I hope you didn't mind helping me with them."

He just looked at my pussy and shook his head.

I said I had better go to bed now as the wine and vodka were starting to kick in. I stood up and said goodnight Tom, sweet dreams. He said goodnight and he stood there watching me as I went up to my bedroom.

I walked upstairs and on the landing, I could hear Colin snoring through our closed bedroom door. I opened it very quietly and saw that he was lying on his side, snoring deeply so I closed the door and I went into the bathroom. I cleaned my teeth and then I opened the door and went back into my room, noticing that Tom's door was now shut.

I stood at the bottom of the bed and as I looked at my husband as he slept, I slipped my arms out of my dress. I was thinking of Tom and of how he had been looking at me over the past few weeks as I teased him. I thought of that second kiss, of how he had wanted it, had instigated it. 

I suddenly didn't want to go to bed just yet.

I crept out of my room, closing the door quietly and I walked up to Tom's door. I stood there holding my dress up against my breasts and I suddenly found myself knocking gently on his door. 

He said come in so I opened the door and walked in.

My blood pressure went through the roof. Tom was just wearing his Calvin Klein shorts. And they were quite tight on him. 

I said "I need help, my fingers aren't working, too much alcohol I think."

He looked at me and said "What's wrong?"

I said "I can't undo my zip, I think it's caught. Can you unzip me please?" and I half turned side-ways on to him.

He just nodded and moved around behind me. 

I said "It's under my arm" and I raised my left arm up into the air.

Tom was just taking hold of the zip as the left side of my dress flopped forward a little, exposing a little of my left breast in its black, lacy, see-through bra.

He started to pull the zip down but it actually was difficult. Those little black plastic zips can be buggers sometimes, especially if the dress is tight, which in my case it was.

I felt him slip two fingers inside my dress behind the zip and then he pulled it again. It started to go down. He had got it about half way down,when the left side of my dress fell forward more. Now my whole left breast was visible to him.

His hand stopped and I looked at him. He was looking at my breast. I looked down and saw that my nipple was clearly visible through my bra and it was so hard and erect.

I looked at Tom and whispered "Are you looking at my breast Tom?"

He looked at me and said "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

I smiled and said "I don't mind sweetie, I'm just surprised you want to that's all."

He said "Why wouldn't I? They're fantastic".

I smiled and said "Do you really like them?"

He just nodded.

I let go of the right side of my dress and it fell down to my waist, revealing my breasts completely to him.

I said "You haven't finished with my zip."

He pulled it all the way down to my waist and I looked down at his shorts. 

I could see he had an erection. It was outlined beautifully against the grey material.

I listened out for the sound of snoring and I was very pleased to still hear the deep rumbling of Colin's snores coming from our room.

Tom was standing there, like a statue, just looking at my breasts.

I looked at him and said "Do you want to see them properly Tom?"

He looked at them and said "Fuck yes."

I reached behind and undid my bra. 

My pussy was dripping.

I was going to deliberately show my 19 year old son my breasts. 

I turned to face him as I pulled it off.

He looked at them and whispered "Fucking hell."

He said "Can I touch them?"

This was it.

This was crossing a big line. 

I said "Yes."

He reached out slowly.

I watched his hands as they got closer.

I held my breath.

Then I felt his hands on my breasts, my nipples against the palm of his hands as he gently squeezed them.

I let out a long deep breath and I watched Tom's face.

He seemed mesmerized as he stared at my breasts.

I was so wet, I could feel my pussy contracting and then Tom pinched my nipples.

I closed my eyes and gasped as I felt him pinch then pull both my nipples between his finger and thumb. The feelings running through me were just so..........indescribable.

I looked at his shorts and I saw the outline of his cock again. 

I said "Did I do that?"

He just nodded.

I could still faintly hear Colin snoring from our room and I knew it was a risk but a calculated one as I said "I want to see it."

Tom looked at me and he just took hold of his shorts and pushed them right down to the floor. He straightened back up and I got my first proper look at my son's cock. 

It was beautiful.

It wasn't massive, or thick, just a normal cock for a normal 19 year old. 

But it was my son's cock.

And it was hard and erect.

He had a small bush of pubic hair above it and a little bit on and around his balls but not much.

His cock was standing erect and proud and then he took hold of it and pulled his foreskin back. I gasped as the head appeared, dark red and it seemed to throb as I looked at it.

Tom's hands returned to my tits and his thumbs rubbed my nipples.

He said very quietly "Touch it."

I couldn't take my eyes off his cock but his comment made me look at him.

I whispered "You want me to touch your cock?"

He was looking at me as he nodded.

I said "I can't."

He said "Why not, you want to don't you?"

I looked back at it and said "Your father is next door."

He said "He's asleep."

It was then I realised I couldn't hear any snoring anymore.

I panicked.

I pulled my dress up, slipping the straps back up and I spun around and dashed to the door. I looked at our bedroom door but it was still closed.

Tom whispered what's wrong but I told him to get into bed quickly. He didn't ask why, he just jumped straight into bed, pulling the covers up to his neck.

I slowly walked up to my door and very slowly opened it. 

Colin was still in bed asleep but he had rolled over onto his other side which had stopped the snoring.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief and decided I had taken enough risks for one night.

I got undressed and slipped into bed beside Colin, but I couldn't sleep.

I lay there thinking of Tom.

I knew I had crossed a line tonight. I knew that it wouldn't have taken much at all for me to have touched him.

I had wanted to, so, so much. I realised that I hadn't said no it was wrong, I had given a reason why I couldn't!

I remembered how his hands had felt on my breasts. I closed my eyes and I could still feel them there.

My hands caressed them, they were Tom's hands.

I found myself imagining it was his hand that was slowly making it's way between my legs.

I couldn't stop myself thinking it was him who was now playing with my clitoris.

God it didn't take long at all for me to cum.



I lay there wondering how I was going to face him in the morning.



My Son Ch. 09



I woke up very early Sunday morning.

I say woke up, I hadn't slept much at all during the night, it was just after 5.30am and I still couldn't sleep.

Partly because Colin had got up twice in the night to be sick but mainly because my mind was full of Tom and what had happened only hours before.

So I got out of bed and slipped on my dressing gown.

I was naked underneath and I quietly went out of my bedroom and went downstairs to the kitchen.

I put the kettle on and I was deep in thought as I was making a cup of tea and I didn't hear Tom come into the kitchen.

I turned around and he was standing there in just tracksuit bottoms.

I jumped and said "God, Tom, you frightened the life out of me, I didn't hear you come down."

He said "I couldn't sleep. I heard you come down so I thought I'd join you. I hope that's ok."

I could see on his face that he was worried about what had happened.

I smiled and said "Of course it's ok, why wouldn't it be?"

He said "Well, after what happened last night, you had been drinking and I thought..."

I stopped him right there saying "Do you think I was drunk last night Tom?"

He said "No, no, not drunk exactly, but you had had a lot to drink hadn't you."

I said "I knew exactly what I was doing Tom."

He looked at me and Said "Did you?"

I walked right up to him and nodded. 

I lent past him and pushed the kitchen door closed behind him. as I said, "Yes I did. Just like I know what I'm doing right now" and I undid the belt of my dressing gown and opened it wide.

His eyes went wide as he looked down at my naked body.

I said "You can touch them again if you want to."

I saw his face go red and he swallowed hard as he reached out again and held my tits in his hands.

I shuddered as he rubbed my nipples again.

I told him to kiss me like he wanted to last night and he lent in and kissed me full on the lips.

This time, I opened my mouth and I pushed my tongue against HIS lips. They parted and I felt my tongue slip inside my sons mouth and touch his.

When Tom realised that he had the green light from me, his hands went right around me, grabbed my arse and pulled me right into him as we kissed.

I knew it was dangerous, both Colin and Sam upstairs in bed, but I didn't care by now.

I felt Tom's hands grope my arse as he started kissing down my neck towards my breasts.

I was soaking wet, my pussy was throbbing.

My tits were rock hard as I watched my son's mouth kiss down towards my left nipple.

When he sucked it into his mouth I almost shouted out.

I held his head as he sucked and nibbled my tit. Then he moved over to the other one and did the same thing with my right nipple.

I reached down and felt the front of his tracksuit bottoms.

His cock was rock hard.

I needed to see it, to feel it.

I knelt down in front of Tom and I pulled his tracksuit bottoms down, he wasn't wearing anything underneath and his cock sprang straight up, inches from my face.

I took hold of it at last, finally holding my son's cock in my hand. 

It felt so good as I pulled his foreskin back.

I heard Tom gasp and I looked up at him as I started to rub him.

He was looking down at me and I looked into his eyes as I lowered my head and let his cock enter my mouth.

The feelings running through me as I sucked on my 19 year old son's cock were just...fantastic.

I loved how it felt in my mouth, how it tasted. I loved the look on his face as I took it deep inside my mouth.

I sucked on it deeply and squeezed his balls, causing him to take a deep intake of breath.

I let his cock slip slowly out of my mouth and I started to wank him off.

He was gasping and then he said "I'm cumming."

So I stopped.

He looked at me in bewilderment as I stood up and turned around.

I bent forward and lifted the back of my dressing gown, exposing my bare arse to him.

I looked at him over my shoulder and said "Put it in me Tom."

No subtlety any more, I wanting his cock inside me. 

Tom walked towards me and taking hold of my arse, he pushed me forward until I got to the sink.

He bent me over it and I felt him trying to find my pussy with his cock.

I opened my legs wide and then I felt it.

I felt his cock slide inside me.

My son's hard cock was inside my pussy!

He started to rock backwards and forwards.

Slowly at first and when I started to thrust back in time with him, his thrusts forwards got faster and faster.

I gripped the sink as I felt him move faster and harder against me.

I felt his cock go deeper inside me as I pushed back against him.

Then his hands came around and grabbed hold of my tits.

I was gasping and I was having trouble trying not to cry out as he rammed his cock in me again and again.

I could feel my pussy contracting as it gripped his cock.

His hands were squeezing my tits, pulling on my nipples, I was going to cum very soon now.

Tom was breathing hard now as he rammed his cock into me, I hadn't been fucked like this in years and the effect on me was mind blowing!

"I'm cumming Tom" I gasped.

He said "Shall I come out?"

I grabbed his arms saying "Don't you fucking dare! I want you to cum inside me right now!"

I think me swearing at him like that was the final straw and I felt him give one massive thrust and then he grunted as he exploded inside me.

I could feel his cum as he ejaculated. I felt it start to oose down my leg and then my orgasm hit me.

Wave after wave of pure pleasure swamped me and I was in danger of collapsing as my legs almost gave way under me.

I felt Tom slow down as his orgasm subsided and then he stopped moving altogether, his cock still inside me.

He lent forward and kissed the back of my neck and he whispered "That was fucking awesome mum, thank you."

I said "I haven't finished with you yet" and I turned around and knelt down in front of him.

I looked at his beautiful young, still hard and erect cock that was covered in his and my cum juices.

I reached out and held it.

It was so hard, yet slippery.

I pulled his foreskin right back and I heard him gasp.

I looked up at him and looked him in the eyes as I lowered my mouth down towards it.

As it neared my mouth, I flicked my tongue out and licked the tip of it.

He jumped and murmured "Oh fucking hell."

Then I moved down until my tongue licked his balls and I felt them contract. 

I started to lick his cum off his shaft as I licked up towards the tip.

His cum tasted so different from his fathers, more salty.

I licked his shaft clean and his cock got harder and stiffer as I worked on it.

When I got to the head, I looked up at him and locked my eyes on his as I slowly lowered my mouth over it and sucked.

He drew a deep breath and put his hands on the back on my head as he started to thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into my mouth.

I held his cock in one hand and started to wank him as I played with his balls with the other.

He was murmuring and his thrusts were getting faster. 

I felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat and I stopped moving my head and I let his stream of warm cum flood my mouth.

I swallowed it all, not that there was much, but I was still surprised that he could cum again so soon, the energy of youth I suppose!

I milked my sons cock until he was dry and then I stood up and kissed him with my cum covered mouth.

I said "See, I told you I knew what I was doing."

He just stood there, not really knowing what to do next so I said why don't you give your mum a cuddle.

So I stood there in the kitchen with my 19 year old son cuddling my almost naked body and I thought just how perfect it was.

So there you have it.

No more emails from me.

And thank you to everyone who has either left messages or emailed me about my experiences.

I would like to finish by just saying the following to make it clear to everyone who has asked...

Yes, this is true.

I didn't make any of it up so please stop emailing me with suggestions for the next email.

No, I will not be sending anyone any photos so please stop asking.

And yes, I am a woman, why some of you think otherwise is beyond me!

And my friend is now shown in my favourites, with her permission I might add.



My Son Daniel



It all started out innocently enough, as an accident. I got home one Thursday night about eleven from Girls Game Night. My husband, Rodger was already sound asleep, snoring away in bed. I was a little tipsy, but far from drunk. I went into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. There I walked right in on my nineteen year old son, Daniel toweling off after a shower.

We were both too shocked to do anything for a moment. I just stared. I hadn't seen Daniel naked since he was a little boy. He was no longer a little boy at all; he was a man, and a handsome man at that. Up until that moment, the only adult male I had ever seen naked was Rodger, my husband of twenty years. Daniel had a beautiful body. He was tall and lithe, muscular, not an ounce of fat on him. He had a smooth chest, and a brown patch of pubic hair just above his dangling penis and testicles. I couldn't believe I was looking at him like this, but I couldn't help it. The fact was I was enthralled. He was beautiful. There was a long pause. Neither of us said anything. Then Daniel grinned. He continued toweling off as if I weren't even there. He turned around, exposing his muscular back and his tight buns. I sat down on the lid of the commode and watched my sexy young son perform for me. That's what he was doing, it was quite clear. He was enjoying showing off. I had to admit I found it quite erotic, gazing shamelessly at his naked young body.

After he finished toweling off, he left, and I went about my business. After I went to bed, I lay awake for a long time. I was deeply disturbed about my feelings. I was quite turned on from the experience of watching my son. But this was my son, my baby, the little boy I had raised. What I was feeling was wrong, inexcusable, incestuous. Nonetheless, I masturbated that night next to my sleeping husband for the first time in a long time.

I was forty two that year; my husband Rodger was forty nine. Daniel was nineteen, in his first year at the university across town. He was still living at home in order to save money, but he clearly had his own life. He went out on dates, he had girlfriends, and I was sure, this being the modern age, that he was having sex. I had long ago decided to let his personal life be his own; he was a grown up, and the last thing he needed was a prying, over-protective mother. Still, I found myself wondering about his sex life. Specifically, I wondered what it must be like to be one of his dates. I had never dated much when I was young; Rodger had been my high school boyfriend.

I felt guilty, I felt terrible, I was nervous, but the next night when Rodger was passed out on the couch in front of the TV (I knew he would wake up and come to bed later), I went up to the bathroom where I knew Daniel was taking his shower. I took a deep breath, opened up the door, and stepped inside.

When Daniel saw me, he gave me a big grin. He has such a sexy smile. He swept back the shower curtain, giving me an unobstructed view. He lathered up, not missing any chance to show off his beautiful body. I watched silently as he rinsed and washed his hair. As I looked on, his penis swelled into a proud erection. I thought his penis looked delicious. It was bigger than his fathers', but not so big that it looked scary. It looked like it would fit perfectly inside me. I blushed deeply at that thought. The head was a deep red and purple; his testicles hung heavily below. He stepped out of the tub, dripping wet, and grabbed his towel. I was so close, I could have reached out and touched his bobbing penis. Slowly, sexily, he dried himself off, as I watched and drooled. It was like being in my own private male strip club. 

That Saturday, I was baking cookies. My husband was off playing golf. I knew Daniel was home, in his room doing homework or something. When the cookies came out of the oven, I found myself going upstairs to bring him some. I had no ulterior motive, I told myself, but the fact is I was feeling horny, and I just wanted to look at him.

I got to his room, and his door was wide open. I went to tap on the door, but I was stopped in my tracks by what I saw. Daniel was lying on his bed, stark naked and masturbating. His penis looked bigger than ever. It glistened with lubricant. He saw me, and grinned wide, beckoning me inside. As if in a trance, I walked into the room, setting down the plate of cookies on his desk. Daniel resumed what he was doing. I had never ever seen a man masturbate before, and I was a little surprised that I found it so very sexy. I loved watching him handle his cock. His cock! I savored the words in my head. He squirted a little more lubricant from a small bottle onto his hand, and continued stroking himself. I realized that I was getting wet inside my panties. Daniel raised his legs in the air, bringing his knees to his chest, and I realized that he had a sex toy of some kind inserted in his anus. Of course I had heard of such things, but I had never really believed that people did that. I could see the purple flange of a vibrator stretching out his anus. I wondered how it felt.

Dan spread his legs wide and stroked himself faster and faster, reaching between his buttocks with his other hand and pressing the sex toy deeper inside himself. I realized that I had reached under my skirt and was rubbing my clit through my panties in time with him. His eyes squeezed shut, and I realized that he must be about to come. His hand was a blur on his penis. Suddenly he groaned "Yes, Oh yeah Mom!" and squirted semen all over his smooth chest. Jet after pearly jet shot out of the end of his engorged penis, forming a big pearly white puddle right in the hollow between his pecs. I couldn't stop masturbating, even though I knew he was watching me now. He dipped his index finger into the pool, scooping up some of his ejaculate, and brought it to his mouth, licking it off like some savory sauce. My knees shook as I orgasmed. I left the cookies, and hurried out of the room. I went up to our bedroom, where I played the whole episode back in my minds eye, masturbating myself to another thundering O.

Rodger and my sex life was non-existent, as it had been for years. I masturbated of course, and I imagine that he did too, but even that had become more and more infrequent over the years. All of a sudden I was having more orgasms than I had had since I was a newlywed. I felt schizophrenic. On the one hand, I was excited and titillated by the game that Daniel and I were playing; on the other hand, I was lusting after my own son, and I was wracked with guilt. But not enough guilt to make me stop. For the first time in my life, I felt like a pervert.

The game had rules: I got to watch him shower and sometimes masturbate. We never spoke about it; it seemed that to break the silence would ruin the game. And I loved our game. One night, he stood in our bedroom doorway as my husband slept, and masturbated for me there, silhouetted in the hall light. He obviously enjoyed playing too, though I didn't really understand what he got out of it. Could Daniel be attracted to me? Unlike my husband, who has been steadily putting on weight since he turned thirty, I take care of my body. I watch what I eat, and jog three or four times a week. But I was over twice his age, not to mention being his own mother. 

The next Thursday night, I got home late from my weekly board game night with my girlfriends. My husband would, of course, be sound asleep by now. I saw that Daniels car was in the driveway, and I was eagerly looking forward to a bathroom shower show.

Daniel met me in the living room. He was wearing a tight pair of blue jeans and nothing else. He obviously had an erection; the crotch of his jeans bulged close to bursting.

"Mom!" he said, "I thought you'd never get home! Come upstairs with me quick!"

I followed him wordlessly up to his room. There was a girl there, about Daniel's age. She was stark naked, blindfolded, with her hands lashed together at the wrist and tied to the head of Daniels' bed. She was certainly pretty, I had to admit that: she had red hair and fair skin. She was slim, and her breasts were on the small side. She had pretty, full lips and a ring with a bead on it through her navel. She had very little pubic hair; only a small triangle just above her vagina. Her legs were spread wide, exposing herself thoroughly. She was obviously sexually excited; her labia were swollen and pouted open, and vaginal secretions glistened on her lips. I could see a little streamlet leaking out of her onto the sheet. On the bed beside her were a couple of sex toys: the purple one Daniel had used in his masturbation session the week before, and a longer, candy striped one with spiral ridges down the length and a bulbous tip. 

"Please Danny, come on and fuck me now" she moaned.

Daniel held a finger to his lips, gesturing for me to be quiet. "You horny little slut", he said to her, "I'm going to fuck you all right, but first I'm going to put my dick in your mouth and you're going to suck me real good, Bitch."

I was shocked to hear my son talking like that, but she certainly didn't seem to mind. He pulled off his tight jeans, setting his beautiful penis free, and knelt on the bed, offering his sex to her, which she accepted hungrily. I felt a pang of jealousy as she lustily devoured my sons' cock. I had taken my husbands penis in my mouth a few times, early on in our marriage, but I had never been sure if I was doing it right, and Rodger hadn't seemed that interested. I was amazed at how voraciously this girl was swallowing Daniels large cock, apparently loving every bit of it as she licked, sucked, and slurped.

I had never had a chance to see a woman up close and naked before, certainly not when sexually aroused. I was fascinated by the girls' smooth hairless vulva. Her labia were as bare as a baby's, but pouted hungrily out. Clear come was leaking copiously out of her, and her little pink nipples were hard and stuck straight up. I wondered if that was what I looked like when I was turned on. Daniel took my hand in his, and guided my finger to her vagina. Her flesh was surprisingly hot. I traced up and down her sex. She seemed to open up for my finger. She was hot inside and incredibly wet and slippery. I enjoyed playing with her pussy, fucking her with my finger, knowing that she thought it was my son who was fingering her. I looked at her clit. I had never had a good look at a clitoris before, even though I knew quite well how to find my own. Hers was bulging out from under its little hood, pink and quivering with excitement like a pea in a pod. It is amazing that so much sensation can be contained in such a little thing! I circled her clitoris with my finger, masturbating her as I would my own. She squirmed and writhed, letting Daniels penis pop out of her mouth.

"Fuck me now Baby" she whimpered, "I can't take it any more!"

Daniel winked at me, and stood up, rolling her over onto her knees with one strong motion. I watched with approval as he grabbed a condom from his bedside table, tore open the wrapper, and unrolled it down onto his glistening penis. As I stood there, I unbuttoned my shirt and unsnapped my brassier, setting my breasts free. I have always secretly felt that my breasts were my best asset; large and well shaped, and even if they weren't as perky as they had been twenty years ago, I still thought they looked pretty nice.

Daniel slapped her hard on her pale butt, leaving a raised, red imprint of his hand. I would have yelped out loud at that, but she just moaned and thrust her rump up in the air like a cat in heat. I couldn't believe how turned on I was from just watching them together. Daniel positioned his condom-sheathed penis at her entrance, and looking over at me, he mouthed the words "I love you." Then he easily slipped his long cock into her pussy.

For a little while, I just watched them fuck. I was enchanted. Who says women aren't visual? I suddenly understood why pornography is so popular. My underwear was quite moist inside my pants, and I was absently playing with my nipples. Then Daniel took my hand again, and guided it between the girls' soft, spread buttocks. He pressed my finger against her tiny, puckered anus. Seeing what he wanted, I worked my slippery finger into her, past the ring of muscles, up into her ass. I had never thought of that part of the anatomy as sexual before; I had just thought of it as what you wipe when you are done with your business. But she seemed to really enjoy being invaded back there. She groaned "Oh yes, Daniel you stud!" and wiggled her backside, pressing harder against my finger. In a strange way, I sort of liked having my finger in her butt. It was kind of sexy. Her anus squeezed my finger really tight, and it was super hot inside. Best of all, I could feel Daniels penis moving inside her in exquisite detail.

"Danny Baby" she whispered after a little more of this "I need to come. Would you... would you please choke me so I can get off?"

Daniel nodded to me, and I let my finger slip out of her butt. All of a sudden, I was overcome with jealousy and hatred for this nymphette who was getting what I wanted, being fucked by the cock that I coveted, that I deserved. I wrapped my hands around her slender throat, cutting off her air. She bucked and writhed as Daniel fucked her hard. Her face turned bright red. Daniel pulled her hair viciously and slapped her ass again and again. I thought for a moment that she might realize that there were too many hands on her, but she was in another world all together. It was beautiful to watch her come. She shook and spasmed, and her body contorted as she rocked in silent ecstasy. 

When I sensed that it was over, I relaxed my grip on her throat, and she sank into the sheet, gasping for air and shaking. Daniel was jack hammering into her pussy. With a shout, he pulled out of her, ripping off the condom, sending it flying. I got my mouth over his penis just as he came, filling my mouth with his hot, bitter semen. I drank it like it candy, slurping all I could get out of his wilting penis. His soft penis slipped out of my mouth, and on a whim, I reached over, stuck out my tongue, and licked her soaking wet pussy. It wasn't bad at all; kind of tangy and musky. I licked up and down, enjoying the sensations. 

She moaned, "Oh Danny, you're going to make me come again." I licked more intensely, concentrating on the button of her clitoris. As I licked, Daniel unzipped my pants and caressed my slit through my sopping wet panties, and played gently with my hanging down breasts. Soon the girl was gasping and moaning again, and my face was glued to her sex. I felt a strange sense of accomplishment, giving this girl who was young enough to be my daughter an orgasm.

I wanted Daniel to fuck me; I wanted to feel his big thumb in my asshole, to have his hand imprint on my ass, to take his manhood in my mouth, to envelope his cock in my quivering pussy; to come on his beautiful thrusting young cock. But that was for another time. I tiptoed out of the room, leaving the two young lovers to bask and cuddle in post sex bliss. I carried the candy-striped vibrator with me to my bedroom, wondering what the next days and weeks might bring.



My Son Finds Out



My son Tim had just arrived home from college. His friend Jeff stopped by one morning when Tim was at the gym. Jeff came onto me and we ended up having sex in the kitchen. After my son got back from the gym, both Tim and Jeff left the house. It couldn't have been more than an hour when I heard the front door slam.

"I can't believe you had sex with Jeff!" My son was yelling.

My face must have betrayed me. I tried to tell Tim that his friend forced me to have sex with him.

"That's not what Jeff said. He said you wanted it and you let him fuck you."

What could I say? I needed fucked that morning and Tim's friend gave me what I wanted. Tim walked over to me. I could see he was hot under the collar. I didn't expect what happened next. Tim reached out and placed his hands on my shoulders. He started to push me down to the floor. I guess my son took me by surprise. Tim soon had me on my knees in front of him. He unzipped his pants and then pulled his cock out.

I couldn't believe what was happening. I was staring at my son's long cock, just inches from my face.

"Open for me," he said.

I guess I was in shock. Tim took hold of his dick and he started to slap his cock against my lips. I guess I lost my self control. I parted my lips and my son slid his cock into my mouth. I turned into a slut that day. I reached around with my arms and I pulled Tim's legs into me. Tim placed his one hand on the back of my head. He started to feed me his thick member. Tim wasn't as long as his friend Jeff but he was so massive. Tim pushed his cock down my throat and I took it. 

I was gagging somewhat but I sucked on my son's prick. I turned into a cock slut that day. I was bobbing up and down my son's dick and I wanted to taste him. A few minutes passed and Tim pulled out. He lifted me to my feet and then led me over to the couch. He stripped my clothes from me and I let him do it. Next Tim got undressed. I got onto my back and Tim climbed in between my thighs.

"I'm going to fuck you just like Jeff did," he told me. 

Tim rubbed the crown of his cock across my folds. Even now, all I could think of was that I wanted Tim to take me. That is just what he did. After rubbing his dick across my oozing pussy, he entered me. My hole was still raw from the sex with Jeff but it didn't matter. Tim slammed his meat completely inside me. I let out a scream as I got used my my son's dick. His balls hit my ass cheeks again and again. I told Tim I needed fucked hard.

"I'm going to fuck you Mom, I'm going to seed you."

Tim gave it to me hard. I wrapped my legs around my son and held on for dear life. I had never taken cock from two men in one day. When Tim would finally finish with me I could barely walk. I looked down to see my son's ass moving up and down. I got to the point of where I was just holding on. My orgasms were so intense and I even managed to squirt my juices. I just let go and my cream shot all over Tim. He never stopped for a second.

I kept firing my wet fluids and Tim fucked me like I was his whore. My son finally got to where he couldn't hold out any longer. Tim fired hot ropes of his cream deep into my pussy. I milked him dry just like I did with his friend Jeff earlier. I knew I was a cum slut. I needed as much seed in my pussy as I could get. Tim gave me so much cum I felt it spilling out of my pussy. When Tim finally pulled out his love load came running out of my pussy.

Tim finished me off by sucking on my nipples. I had even more orgasms when he did that. My son finally stood up. I could see his cum stained prick dangling there. Tim pulled me up to the edge of the couch and I cleaned his cock off with my mouth. Once more I got up and went to wipe up my pussy in the bathroom. When I got back to the living room Tim was sitting on the couch.

"Jeff told me he wants to get together, just the three of us and have a fucking session."

My head was swimming when Tim told me that. My pussy was so sore and raw. I didn't think I could take two cocks at once. Something tells me I won't have much say in the matter and I will be fucking my son and his friend very shortly.



My Son Gets the Hots for Me! Ch. 01



Quite honestly I hated the guy with every fibre in my body - he'd become a complete asshole. What the fuck I'd seen in him really made me question my sanity now - I must have been out of my mind when I married him. Ye Gods, I'd even let him come and live with me in the house my parents had given me. 

The dickhead had blown all my cash, yes the cash I'd worked hard for not his own; on buying porn; on expensive chat lines; even on prostitutes of all things. 

I hadn't found out until it was too late; until he didn't come home one night; until I found his tracks on his laptop; until he got caught in some red-light zone, cruising where he shouldn't have been.

While he was locked up, it took me less than twenty-four hours to get every single sign of him out of the house - I went through it like a tornado until the very last vestige of his presence was expunged; until the house became mine and only mine again. It took me about the same time to instruct divorce lawyers to clean him out too...and even less time to tell him not to bother to return.

Actually just three things saved me from losing it - firstly he was charged with loitering and shamed in a local paper and secondly he lost his job. His status went from hero to zero in a matter of days.

Oh, and thirdly I had a lovely son from him who somehow managed to keep me smiling when things got tough.

And I'll mention it now rather than later - when that asshole eventually tried to get custody of our son and when he tried to claim some value from the house, he lost both cases to unsympathetic judges. 

And so here I was, five years later, just me at thirty-nine and a nine months (don't even call it 'nearly' forty!) and my son Chris, a fit-looking lad just coming up on his twentieth birthday. Just us and the house, my car, Chris's car (if you could call that heap of scrap a car) and a cat... Oh, I'm Gina by the way - short for Regina, of all names to lumbered with.

For a while things had been a bit strained; Chris had liked his dad because he'd let him borrow his dirty DVDs, (or so I found out) and because he used to take him to football matches and help him when his car played up. I'd rightly guessed that I'd have to take Chris to his football now or perhaps let him go by himself and that I'd have to pay to help keep his car on the road, all of which entailed effort and money - especially money. Briefly I'd thought that I might lend him my car, but then I'd be stuck - so I gave that idea up and looked for other ways to finance his needs. 

And so I'd buried myself in work for a while, immersing myself in it, learning new things, striving hard to achieve more income - and it had worked. 

My bosses seemed to appreciate my efforts and thrust extra work at me; work for which I was paid quite handsomely. In addition, the extra work they gave me was designed to be done at home, so I still had a home life as well as work and income. Perhaps it helped that I'd given them my side of the story and they'd made sympathetic noises... 

Whatever, inside those five years I'd recovered substantially; financially and definitely emotionally. The emotional recovery had been easier; I soon found that I didn't miss him as much as I expected and anyway, I had my dear son beside me all the way.

And Chris really was a darling boy; he helped me in so many small ways, ways in which he hadn't helped before. He came shopping with me; he learned about my finances and how to run the house; he took on the responsibilities of man-of-the-house and soon we realised that we worked well together; we made a good team. And he too knuckled down and worked hard - and no-one was more surprised than me when he came in and flopped wearily onto the settee beside me one evening.

"Mum, my bloody car needs new tyres; all four," he began and I saw money disappearing into a large hole again as I looked at his downcast face...but then he shocked me.

"Don't worry though, I've got it fixed," he said brightening suddenly, "I'm buying them out of my own money!"

Wow - I was impressed; Chris had seldom made much of a financial contribution before and this was eye-popping news!

"Thought you'd be happy!" he said as he relaxed beside me, "Ought to try to pull my weight, shouldn't I?"

I grabbed him and squeezed him hard and loved him all through.

And then one evening as we sat in the lounge idly watching the TV, I said something that changed everything...

"Chrissie," I said, wheedling, "I fancy a break, don't you?"

"Yeah, that'd be wonderful," he mused, "Be nice to get away for a while. Why, what were you thinking of?"

"Oh, I don't know - just a week away somewhere," I said, my mind meandering then focussing; "What about a week down on the south coast?"

I saw Chris pull a bit of a disappointed face as he heard my suggestion.

"Suppose so - guess Spain's out then?" he queried and I shook my head.

"Yes, afraid so - not yet, that's wishful thinking. Perhaps in a few years - I haven't got that much spare cash," I said, "But it would be nice just to get away, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, guess so," he replied, his smile hiding his disappointment, "Ah well, so long as we're together it'll be good."

I found myself thinking back; back some twenty years, when Chris had been just a lump in my belly when I'd gone with my new husband to a resort and where we'd had a great time. It wasn't the smartest resort but it had a lot of charm and I didn't mind that it reminded me of my ex - in those days he'd been a kind, caring partner.

"You won't remember Sandy Cove, down in Devon," I said, "It was a lovely place - I wonder if it's still there? You won't remember those old chalets either; they were terrible though!"

"Find out Mum," said Chris, yawning prodigiously, "I'll leave it to you...you decide. I'm off to bed now."

And with that he rose, kissed me on the cheek and departed to his bedroom...presumably to dream of those sun-drenched Spanish beach bodies...

The following day, in a quiet moment, I searched the internet for the Sandy Cove I knew and after several false trails I found it. The resort webpage showed that it still looked delightful; many of the features we'd enjoyed years before were still there and recognisable but it had changed substantially. The chalets, instead of being not much more than wooden huts were now purpose-built units - what they called 'nests'; the swimming pool looked better equipped; they'd added another pool as well and the gardens had matured - it all looked very inviting.

Time was short though so I didn't have a good look around but I saved the site to my 'favourites' to show Chris later on.

Chris was home from work around five thirty as usual, to find me in the kitchen, getting our dinner ready. Somehow a salad seemed appropriate today; dreams of a summer holiday and all the sunshine that usually accompanied a holiday pervaded my mind and, even though it was still only March I decided to break out the brightness in me. I'd even bought a nice bottle of sparkling wine which was now in the fridge to go with the dinner too.

And to go with the salad and my summertime thoughts, I'd dug out one of my light summery dresses; all soft colours and flowers and I felt all bright and cheerful as I worked.

"Hey Mum, you look happy; you look good too," said Chris, "What's got into you?"

So I told him about my findings, my mind already focussing on our potential holiday; our break or our vacation. The company I worked for was American and they always spoke of vacations, so I tended to use the word myself...

Chris was interested to a degree but there was something more important on his mind.

"When's dinner going to be ready?" he asked as he helped himself to a can of lager from the fridge, "Have I got time for a quick shower?"

"Yes darling, I'll do the steaks when you come out. The rest of the dinner won't get cold," I quipped, "Don't drink too much though - I've got some wine for us."

"Oh, nice!" exclaimed Chris as he headed off to the bathroom, "Ok, just this one can - won't be long."

And by the time I'd got the table laid and the salad all spread out Chris was back, now in shorts and a t-shirt and definitely smelling a lot better than he had when he'd first come in.

Soon we sat and ate; a lovely fillet steak for me and a big T-bone steak for him; a tasty mixed salad between us - and the large bottle of wine. 

Silence reigned for a while as we filled up until finally we were replete, Chris burping sociably as he collected the empty plates from the table. I smiled happily; my boy was contented...

"Leave them in the sink," I said, "You can help me wash up later. I want to show you something."

I moved to the lounge and sat at my computer while I brought up the Sandy Cove website again; scanning very quickly through the words until I came to the photos. Chris came and joined me, standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders.

"Look - look at these 'nests' as they call them - they're sweet," I said, "There's two pools and there's the beach; they've got a nice looking restaurant and there's a big amusement hall in case it rains."

I could tell that Chris generally approved from the way his hands warmed on me but after that quick run-through I spun my chair round to face him.

"All ok?" I asked and as I spoke my eyes realised that right before me was a very substantial penis, encased inside his shorts, but decidedly and at least partially aroused, it seemed.

Quickly I dragged my eyes away and looked up at Chris; just as his eyes lifted from viewing what must have been my cleavage, my fairly substantial cleavage, if I say so myself.

I smiled a bit uncertainly at him and Chris smiled back, his mouth creasing quickly as his brain disengaged from his view and connected to my words.

"Er, yeah, yeah looks lovely Mum," he said somewhat distractedly, "But it's your choice - I'll go along with whatever you decide."

"Fine - I'll see if they've got a vacancy," I said as I closed down the page, "Ooooh, I'm stiff - all that work sweating over a hot computer...I'm going to have a shower too."

My day's grind entailed a lot of computer work and I had indeed stiffened up, the aches returning as I'd sat and perused the website.

I stood up, hugged Chris briefly, then headed to the bathroom knowing that a nice warm shower would work wonders.

My gown was already hanging on the bathroom door so I closed the door and stripped off; enjoying the feel of freedom from my clothes. I'd always hankered after becoming a nudist but with family and friends around the idea had remained a dream, released only when I could strip off.

Soon the warm water was soothing me, stroking me, cascading off my breasts, tickling my pussy as it poured over me and I luxuriated in the almost sexual bliss of its wet and gentle caress.

But I couldn't spend all evening in there, so I soaped up, sponged away all the cares of the day and rinsed off, soon stepping out onto the mat. A big warm fluffy towel wrapped around me made me feel as if I was safe in a cocoon or in a pair of big warm arms and soon I was drying off nicely...

But even the towel began to cool, so I dropped it onto the chair, pulled on a clean pair of knickers and hooked my gown down from the door, wrapping it around me and sliding my arms into the sleeves. It was a half length gown, it covered my body but left my legs exposed; designed for summer rather than winter use, but for indoors it was fine.

I pulled it around myself, tied the belt and pushed my hands into the pockets to straighten the material...and found my fingers closing around something...

I pulled it out and looked at it - a small tube of KY gel, of all things!

"Wha...?" I mouthed, having no idea where it had come from, "What the hell?"

It certainly wasn't mine; I actually had a tube in my bedside unit but it was larger than this, used to assist the penetration of my vibrator - so there was only one place this could have come from.

I stepped out of the bathroom and walked down to the lounge, where Chris was sitting, his hand around a glass of wine, his eyes on the TV screen.

I walked up to him and stood there, my legs braced apart; one hand on a hip while I stuck the other out to him, the incriminating tube in my fingers.

"Chris - what the hell is this?" I asked, "It was in my gown pocket..."

"What...oh fu...oh Mum, I'm sorry," he exclaimed, his face reddening quickly, "Where on earth did you say that was?"

"In my pocket, in the bathroom," I said, "It's yours is it?"

"Well yeah, it's mine, oh shit - I wondered where it went," he said as he took the tube from me, "I knew I'd put it somewhere but thought...oh, I'm so sorry Mum."

Then I realised; his own dressing gown was of similar material to mine (I'd bought the pair at the same shop at the same time) and he'd presumably thought he'd popped it in his own pocket...

"Been doing a lot of wanking, have you?" I said, winking at him prodigiously, "Dirty bugger!"

"Mum, don't be crude," he replied, hiding the tube in his short's pocket, "It's normal."

"Hmmmph!" I said, "Well, keep it in your bedroom then."

"I said I'm sorry Mum, what else can I say?" he asked, still blushing, "I'll be more careful in future."

I changed the subject as best I could.

"Right, where the wine?" I asked and Chris stood up once more, my eyes immediately gravitating to his groin.

"In the fridge," he said, "I'll get you a glass, ok?"

I soon realised why he'd been so keen to get away because there in his shorts his penis was once again quite clearly defined; most definitely a considerable penis by all impressions, partially aroused once again and slung from his centre across to his hip, it seemed.

I felt my eyebrows lift with surprise; surprise that my boy was so well endowed, not surprise that he was aroused.

I sat down and looked at the screen where some documentary was unfolding, not really taking it in - until a pair of naked women walked into view, their breasts and other 'naughty bits' pixilated by the camera as they now talked to the presenter.

And at that moment Chris returned, handed me my glass and sat down on the settee beside me.

"What on earth are you watching?" I asked, my eyes locked onto the exposed bodies.

"Nothing special," said Chris, "I just turned it on and this was on, whatever it is. I'll find out."

He used the remote control to bring up the details and it turned out to be a current affairs program - about nudist breaks and nudist resorts. 

"Oh, you like watching this do you?" I said, teasing him, "Even when they don't show everything?"

"Actually I turned the TV on to watch the news but it's amazing what comes up," he said cheerfully, "Shame they aren't showing us more though!"

"Chris!" I exclaimed, "Don't be so rude!"

I slapped his thigh, my hand resting on him briefly to smooth his flesh to indicate that I wasn't angry, until I found myself realising that my hand was no more than a few inches from where his penis had lain. Quickly I pulled my hand away as if burnt, disguising my actions by slopping a bit of wine over my dress.

There wasn't enough of a spill to cause a problem so after a bit of work with a paper towel we settled to watch together while the presenter interviewed various people, most of them wearing little or nothing. Finally I got into it and the story emerged; there seemed to be nudist or naturist resorts opening or converting from clothing-important to clothing-optional all around the country, apparently because of warmer temperatures in the British Isles.

"I never knew that," I said as the program concluded, "I wonder what it would be like to strip off and mix with other people like that?"

Dreamy thoughts of running around in the nude resurfaced; my desire to take all my clothes off having been stirred up.

"Rather fun," replied Chris, his eyes sparkling, "Wouldn't mind that at all!"

"Bet you wouldn't!" I replied, "But what would happen if you got excited then?"

"Ah - ooooh yeah, hadn't thought of that," he said, "Dunno...then again perhaps the ladies might like what I've got!"

"Yeah!" I scoffed, "As if! 

And then the vision that I'd seen in his shorts came back to me - his remarkably lengthy penis and I found that it was my turn to blush. And suddenly I found myself mentally at a nudist resort with Chris there too with a huge erection right there before me - all stiff and rampant and exciting! I shook my head hard but the vision refused to turn off and remained as a kind of after-image in my brain. Perhaps the ladies would indeed enjoy what he'd got!

Then the football came on and I sighed as my mood dissolved so I left Chris to it, to retire across the room to my computer to do some 'overtime'.

But it was boring work and I couldn't settle - I felt distracted somehow, so I closed it down and instead I returned to the holiday resort website with intent to see what dates were available.

It took a little while for me to register with them and then I was in, able now to access their more detailed pages - but all I was really interested in was the available dates.

Quickly I scanned them, soon finding that July was booked solid, so it would be a June or August date.

"Chris - that place is ok, isn't it. I'm just going to book our week away - July's out so which is better for you; June or August?" I called out and Chris looked up over the back of the settee.

"Make it June," he said, "Should be the warmest month and the kids won't be there will they."

"Ah yes, makes sense," I replied, "Thanks."

Prices in June weren't cheap but they were cheaper than August so that settled it and soon I was paying a deposit on a seven day break in one of the chalets. A confirmation email would be sent back and they asked me to check that all the details were correct. Fine, I'd do that eventually...

The football finished and Chris meandered over to join me just as I logged out of the site, so I confirmed the dates to him - they'd be fine.

"What have you booked Mum," he asked, so I told him that all the details were on an email.

"Let's see then," he said, so I logged into my email page and there was the confirmation, so I opened it up.

"Welcome to Sandy Cove Resort," it said, "Please check your booking details."

We began scrolling down, the pair of us noting the dates and the chalet number.

"A double room?" asked Chris, pointing and I looked more closely.

"Oh bugger," I exclaimed as I took in the detail, "Yes, just one bedroom - why's that?"

I checked a few more details - ah, that was because I'd gone for a two-person chalet, partially because of the cost, partially because there were just the two of us. But I hadn't thought of that slight problem.

"Hmmm, it'll cost a lot more if we have two separate rooms," I explained, "Can you put up with me?"

"So long as you don't snore too loudly," he said, "And don't leave your clothes and things everywhere!"

There were no other anomalies and I was about to close the computer down when Chris stopped me.

"Can I have a look at the resort photos Mum," he asked, "Now you're logged in, perhaps we'll be able to see more of the place."

I opened the site up again and, still logged in, I accessed their photos...and the very first one was of two people, a man and a woman - both full-frontally stark naked!

"Oh what!" I exclaimed, quickly and shyly navigating away from the photos, "Is this the right page?"

I wondered if the website might have been hijacked...and yet the photo wasn't pornographic and I now remembered subconsciously that the picture was captioned "Welcome to Sandy Cove." Presumably not...

"Let's see a bit more," said Chris, leaning on my shoulder, "Come on Mum, they can't all be like that!"

Actually I was more concerned that Chris might be embarrassed at seeing nudity so I looked over my shoulder at him.




My Son Gets the Hots for Me! Ch. 01



"You don't mind seeing people with no clothes on?" I asked, "You want me to carry on?"

"Yeah Mum, yeah," he confirmed eagerly, "Come on - let's find out why they're naked."

Fair comment - after all, this was a holiday resort, so I returned to the photos.

And they were all of nude people; singles, pairs and groups all enjoying themselves in the grounds of the resort; in the entertainment centre...and in the chalets too.

Chris grabbed the mouse from me and quickly clicked elsewhere - and brought up the site's front page.

"NEW FOR 2015 We're All Nudists Now!" it said in big letters before explaining that their clothing-optional phase of the past few years had been such a success that they'd now gone for complete nudity.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, grabbing for the mouse, "Oh God - let me cancel that, quick!"

"No, no Mum, no way!" exclaimed Chris excitedly, his hand covering the mouse, "Fantastic!"

I froze and then slowly turned my chair round to face Chris, once again coming almost face to face with his groin. And once again there was his big cock, seemingly quite rigid now, almost reaching to his waistband. I managed to tear my eyes away, feeling something that I never expected to feel; a squirming, almost sucking sensation down between my legs. Instinctively my hand moved to cover and to hold my pussy, before I quickly whipped it away in shame.

Then Chris sank to his knees before me, his eyes bright and happy.

"I don't mind Mum," he said, taking hold of my hands, "I think it'll be great fun - and you've always said that you'd like to get your kit off, so now's your chance!"

He actually looked so young and sincere and loving that all I could do was to squeeze his hands too.

"I feel so stupid!" I said, my face feeling hot, "That place was a normal resort when we last went there. I just didn't think."

"Times change," said Chris wisely, "Anyway, let's give it a go! If you can then so can I. Anyway it might be fun to see what it's like to take your clothes off in public."

"Honestly - you'll try it?" I asked, somewhat incredulously, "You don't mind the idea?"

"I'll give it a go. I guess we could always go there and then spend the days somewhere else, with our clothes on, if we have to," he said, "But let's see how we get on."

I squeezed his hands firmly, then put one hand on his cheek and smoothed his skin.

"Oh Chris, you're so understanding," I said, feeling much more relaxed now, "What would I do without you?"

I wasn't after an answer; instead I rose to go and get a top-up of my wine, immediately feeling as I moved that my knickers were almost dripping wet and were chilled against my nether region.

"Ooooh," I moaned quietly, "How on earth did that happen?"

"What happen?" asked Chris.

"Nothing, it's nothing..." I answered, hardly about to tell him the truth!

Time passed and very soon the weather warmed, summer arrived and June was upon us, all of a rush, it seemed. Suddenly we only had hours left before we had to leave and suddenly we were very busy packing and loading the car with our luggage. No way was I going there without any clothes; I'd still need some in case we left the site so we each had a holdall full - but not a lot more.

It was going to be a four or five hour drive so I took the wheel, with intent to let Chris drive once we got to the motorway - and off we went, the cat safely with a neighbour, the house well and truly secured.

British roads are seldom clear of road works and so it proved, but we still made good time and almost before I knew it we were met by signposts guiding us to our destination.

"Welcome to Sandy Cove - the Premier Nudist Resort of Britain" it proclaimed boldly, the words sending hot shivers through me.

Soon we were parking up at the office, registering our arrival and collecting our keys and a map of the resort - and then we were there, pulling up in our space beside our 'nest'.

Almost immediately there were other people around - all stark naked.

"Oh God," I exclaimed, "Its happening!"

"What's up Mum?" asked Chris as he pulled our luggage from the car; then "Wow!"

Together we stood in silence as we took in the sight of so many naked bodies - of all ages, it seemed. I breathed a huge sigh of relief as I felt immediately soothed to see that a fair few of the women looked in far worse shape than I was, thank heavens. 

"Bit of a shock, isn't it?" said Chris as he lugged the bags to our front door, "Going to take a bit of getting used to, I reckon."

Almost unable to find suitable words I nearly pushed him indoors and shut the door behind us - and I don't know why I did that. Was I protecting Chris from all the nakedness or had my own shyness overcome me?

I shook my head before visually exploring the 'nest' and at least the place took my mind off the outside world. It was lovely; so well laid out, so nicely appointed, so pleasingly decorated - there was even a big display of flowers in one corner. 

I heard Chris go outside again and wanted to go and fetch him back but a few moments later and he came back in with the rest of our luggage. I breathed a sigh of relief then found myself almost in a happy daze as I toured the small home because everything was just as I'd have wanted it...until I came to the bedroom. Because there before me was a big wardrobe, a wide dressing table, two chairs...and a large double bed.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, "Oh no - it can't be!"

"What can't be Mum?" asked Chris from somewhere behind me and then he was at my shoulder, one hand on my waist.

"Ooooh - that's interesting!" he said, causing me to turn sharply and look at him.

He'd reddened considerably and his eyes were wide open but he managed to speak again.

"Which side are you sleeping then?" he asked, ignoring my words of alarm as he tested the bed for springiness, his broad back rippling as he leaned forward.

"Ahhhh, we're going to sleep together..." I managed to say, my mouth having trouble forming words, "Oh God."

"Hey - no worries!" said Chris as he turned back to me, "I promise I'll stay on my side - you can have the window side, ok."

And with that he dumped the bags at the foot of the bed and walked out of the room past me, my eyes and body frozen in place.

A few moments later and I heard him exclaim again, from another room now.

"Champagne," he said, "They've left us a bottle of champagne in the fridge - and some cans - we'll be ok Mum."

As if that would sort out our troubles...

Suddenly I realised that I couldn't just stand there all day and with a shake of my head I left the bedroom, shutting the door as if to close out that aspect of our week together and joined Chris in the small kitchen. We were doing a certain amount of self-catering while we were here, partially to save money and partially just because we could; sometimes, we'd decided, it would be nicer to dine 'at home'.

Chris had already brought in the large box of groceries and there were also three bottles of wine in there too, one of which he was now opening.

"Not the champagne?" I asked, keeping the subject well off the bedroom.

Chris shook his head. "Later perhaps; we'll use that for a 'special' occasion."

Before I knew it I had a glass in my hand and was raising a toast with Chris.

"Here's to an interesting week!" he said, causing me to frown.

"Well, a good week then," he said and I managed a weak smile as we chinked our drinks together.

But it was now almost six o'clock and after our journey what we really needed was a meal and a rest, so I pushed aside my worries, unpacked the groceries and before long we had a meal before us; a meal that disappeared in a very short time.

"That's better," I exclaimed, "Needed that...so what's next?"

"Let's see if we can make sense of their rules," said Chris as he picked up a small leaflet and began reading, before he held it out to me and put his finger on a paragraph of the text.

"Clothing is optional when in your 'nests' but please try to abide by resort regulations and remove all clothing when outside. Shoes are optional. All staff will be naked too and can be identified by their sprayed-on names."

"I wonder if their names are in places to suit their duties," mused Chris, "You know - their names on their tummies for catering; on their backs for, let's think, ground duties and I wonder where the names of those who clean the toilets would be!"

He laughed lightly and I joined him as the idea became images - before I stood up and took the empty plates to the kitchen.

"So when are we going to get undressed Mum," asked Chris from the doorway, "We ought to practice a bit before we go out and join the rest, shouldn't we?"

"Guess so," I replied, butterflies now fluttering all around my tummy and groin, "We'll do that when we go to bed, eh?"

"Not before?" he replied, "Might as well do it now. No sense in waiting, is there?"

"Suppose not," I said, the butterflies now even more active, "Suppose we've got to do it sometime now we're here."

This wasn't going as I'd planned it in my mind - in there I was the one in charge, the one who knew what to do; the one who called the shots, so to speak, but now I felt like a little puppy or a small child. It was I who had hankered (to myself) after going on a nudist or naturist holiday but it seemed that it was Chris who was now the most eager to get stripped off. Or perhaps it was he who was most eager to see me undressed!!

I let all the air in my lungs out in one long release as I felt things slipping from my control; then I pulled myself together, realising suddenly that it was not I who I should be prevaricating but Chris. He was my son and shouldn't really see his mother stripping off.

But inside me, deep inside me, there was a wicked dream. Sometimes, when I was alone in my bed, I'd fanaticize about taking my clothes off for Chris and exposing myself to him. In there, in my dreams I'd seduce him with my naked body; arouse him with my sexy fingers and fuck him with my horny pussy. It was one of my erotic fantasies that I sometimes used to get me off in my very private moments...and now those wicked thoughts were surfacing again.

Chris had inevitably never mentioned any such ideas...well, not to me anyway. 

I shuddered inside as the fantasy flitted through my mind but I dismissed it quickly. Now was not the time for such thoughts...and not the time to back out either I thought, as I joined him in the lounge.

"Come on then, let's do it," I said, daring Chris to follow my example and as I spoke I quickly undid the few buttons on my blouse and shrugged out of it, shaking my generous bra-encased boobs at him as I did so, feeling my nipples rub against the thin gauzy material.

"Wow Mum!" said Chris, "Fuckin' hell - ooooh sorry; didn't mean to swear, but wow!"

His eyes were glued to my breasts; I could almost feel his presence against me - even though he was a fair few feet from me.

"You like? Am I ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, so far," said Chris quietly, his words almost too quiet to hear, "Your boobs - oh God, they're...you look bloody gorgeous!"

I felt myself blush; and I hadn't even taken my bra off yet - not to mention my skirt or panties but somehow I pulled myself back to reality and managed to speak.

"Come on Chris - what about you - come on, get 'em off," I said - and then, as I scanned him, my eyes focussed on his trousers...and there once more was his lengthy penis, quite obviously hard and very erect.

"Oh God," I moaned, "Oh no - you can't, you can't."

"Can't what?" asked Chris as he lifted his t-shirt up and over his head, "I've already done it."

"No, I mean the rest of your clothes," I moaned, "Don't take your trousers off Chris, please."

Instantly I realised that I had no idea why I'd said that - was I scared of seeing his erection exposed and in the flesh? And equally instantly Chris was back...

"Don't see why I can't," he said then as his hands moved to his belt, "Ooooh ahhhh - oh God, no I can't can I?"

He'd let his eyes fall and was now evidently aware of his erection. I guessed that he'd been too focussed on my body to notice his own reactions but now that reaction was all too evident.

But then I realised that his erection was an automated reaction; one that would subside once he got used to seeing all the naked flesh everywhere and I smiled at him.

"It's alright Chris, come on, get them off - you can't help your penis being like it is," I said, as I fiddled with my waistband, "It'll go down eventually - anyway, when you go outside you can't really walk around with that thing sticking up can you, so you need to get acclimatised. You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know that, but I'm just worried," he replied, his hands fluttering by his sides, "What if it won't go down?"

"It will," I said, "Come on, be brave!"

I sucked in my breath as I said that, wondering if it was really me who needed to be brave, because I too was suddenly shy about revealing my lower half and about seeing his erection.

But Chris was the one with mental problems now, not me, as another consideration arose.

"Yeah but Mum, what's gonna happen if I touch you - you know, rub against you by accident," he said, his hand on his zip, "If it stays like it is I might just do something - like shoot off!"

I felt my eyebrows lift from the eroticism of those words - and suddenly I actually wanted that to happen - I suddenly wanted to see him squirting his stuff.

"Huh - that's not likely, is it? Or is it?" I said, concerned now as Chris nodded.

"Yeah, it's happened before," he said, "I can't help it!"

Instantly I began to wonder exactly when and where that had happened, my mind fervently wishing I'd known, but instead I answered in a more motherly manner.

"Well, just keep it under control then. Mind you, I don't suppose it would be the first time a bloke's shot off by mistake," I said blasély; "You youngsters are always trigger-happy, aren't you."

I turned my back on him as I undid my clasp and then allowed my skirt to slide down to my feet upon which I stepped out of it and dropped it on a chair and as I did that I heard the sound of Chris's zip and a susurration of material as his trousers slid down.

"Oh Mum!" I heard Chris say, his voice strained and a bit squeaky, "Oooh yeahhhh!"

I looked over my shoulder and Chris's eyes were firmly locked on my ass, my tight little butt that was probably clearly visible through my skimpy knickers.

"You like that?" I asked, somewhat bemused by his interest and shaking my ass from side to side, "Do I look ok?"

"More than ok," moaned Chris, "You look lovely Mum."

I felt inside that he was being quite economic with his words as his eyes betrayed his interest in my body but I also knew that he was a typical teenager; turned on by the sight on anything even vaguely sexual. I ignored him and got back to the task in hand.

And now we were getting close to the ultimate reveal. Both of us were in our underwear; mine allowing the shape and colour of my nipples and my trimmed pubes to show through; Chris's underwear less revealing but displaying the rigid outline of his penis to me. I felt the heat rising in me as I stuck my thumbs inside my panties.

"You ready?" I asked, "On the count of three..."

Chris nodded, his own face glowing redly; his lips tight.

"Ok Mum, I'm with you," he replied tersely...

"One...two...three," I intoned, "Now - drop them!"

And with that I pushed my panties right down and stepped daintily out of them; then stood up straight and looked to see how Chris was getting on.

"Ohhhh Chris," I moaned unintentionally, "Wow - look at you!"

He stood there like Adonis, his sculpted muscles well defined; his chest broad and strong; his waist narrow...but unlike the marble Adonis, who displayed a dainty phallus, Chris's penis was incredible!

It stood up, pointing almost straight at the ceiling, a lengthy broad stem topped by a generous crown. He'd never been circumcised and now his fine erection looked far too desirable and sexy and even as he stood there his foreskin began to slowly move. With open mouth I watched as his foreskin slipped back and exposed his knob, a knob that seemed to glow like his face.

I felt another wave of heat envelop my own face, a heat that seemed to stem from deep inside my abdomen.

"Gosh Chris, I never knew you looked so good," I sighed, my voice unable to rise above a whisper, "Where on earth have you been hiding?"

"At home of course Mum," Chris replied simply, "You know I go to the gym and you feed me well so I just sort of...grew."

"I'll say you did," I replied, my eyes trying hard not to focus on his penis, "I'm proud of you."

"What about you Mum," Chris said in return, "You've looked after yourself too haven't you?"

"I've tried," I said, "I look ok then - I'll be ok to go outside?"

"You'll get all the men hard like me!" he chuckled, "Makes me kind of wish you weren't my Mum..."

I laughed - but inside I suddenly felt something else - his words had a definite double meaning - one definition of which implied that he wished I wasn't his Mum so he could get sexy with me.

I broke off my thoughts to get us back on track.

"Hey, we've done it now so come on - we can't just stand here like this," I said, "We haven't even unpacked properly yet."

My movements across the room felt as if I was walking on air now I was naked; I felt so free and uninhibited - it was wonderful. I ignored Chris and his body and went into the bedroom where soon the contents of my bag were on the bed - our bed, I realised.

I set about putting things into drawers just as Chris came in, still preceded by his erection, but manfully he ignored it as well and soon we'd both made ourselves at home but it was at this point that things started to go wrong - or was it right.

Having finished I headed towards the bedroom door and I'd just come round the end of the bed when Chris turned and walked straight into me. It was a complete accident but we both grunted as air was pushed from our lungs and both of us clung to the other to steady ourselves. And suddenly I found myself face to face with my handsome son, his chest squashing my boobs, his erection stabbing hard against my belly.

Instinctively I put my hand down between us - perhaps to protect my core from his penis but instead my fingers met his erection and just curled around his shaft. I just couldn't help it; my fingers were on auto-pilot as I squeezed his cock.

Chris sucked in air rapidly then moaned.

"Ooooh Mum don't, don't do that," he moaned, "Ahhhhh - oh Mum, oh no, it's too late!"

"What's too late?" I asked.

Seconds later and I was answered as Chris shuddered all over, went rigid and began jerking his hips. Moments later, before either of us could even move I felt his spunk spraying over my hand and up my body in quick hot pulses.

"Oooh Mum, no, no..." he moaned, his penis thrusting against me, "Can't help it! Oh Mum - I can't stop!"

Repulsed and horrified for a moment as I was, somehow my hand held his cock tighter; somehow my hand began moving on his penis, helping him to unload his sperm, helping him to pump his cum against my body. It was already too late to take offence; to push him away and anyway, there inside me something was telling me to enjoy the moment.

"It's all right Chris, let it go," I said calmly, my hand moving up and down his cock, "Let it all go!"

For what felt like long minutes we just stood there, Chris still shuddering occasionally, me feeling the warm wetness of his spunk as it squirted out on my hand and onto my tummy, until I realised that he'd finished cumming, then slowly I released him and moved away a bit. And I also realised that I was wet elsewhere too, wet inside, my vagina spasming, clutching...and oozing.

Having edged away I looked down to see that his white cum had sprayed well up above my navel and now my whole abdomen and my pubic hair - even my thighs - were splattered with blobs and streaks of spunk. Chris was coated too while strands of sticky cum connected us, a small web of wet emissions. Even his penis, which at last wasn't pointing at the ceiling, was well smeared - and so was my hand. I was utterly lost for words for a moment...




My Son Gets the Hots for Me! Ch. 01



"Ohhh Mum," he moaned, "I'm so sorry - it just sort of happened. I told you it might..."

"No worries," I replied, trying to be the good mother than I am, "I know - it was all the nudity; all the excitement wasn't it?"

He nodded, shamefacedly blushing and with his eyes downcast but I understood. All this nakedness had just been too much for his system; for his youthfulness - and this was the result.

"We'd ummmm, better go and clear up," I managed to say, "Bathroom I think..."

I held up my cum smeared hand as I moved, then found the scent of his essence filling my nose; his salty, pungent sexy scent that got my pussy twitching and trembling anew. Quickly I turned the tap on and washed his cum from my hand, then wished perversely that I'd had the courage to lick up some of it first.

I used the flannel to wash myself then moved away from the basin and Chris took over; then I handed him the towel to dry himself with and headed back to the livingroom with Chris following soon after.

"Well..." I said, "That was a bit of a shock, wasn't it?"

"I couldn't help it," repeated Chris, "It was just so fantastic to see you; it was like a dream come true and when you touched me..."

I tutted at him; dream come true indeed - I could never be that!

We stood there for a few more moments, perhaps both unsure of what to do next when Chris spoke again.

"Hey Ma, you've still got your bra on," he said, his cheeky eyes sparkling.

"Ooops, so I have," I said as I reached behind me and twisted the catch before shrugging my shoulders and letting the thin material fall into my hands.

I cast aside the bra then lifted my hands and rubbed my breasts to relax them after the confines of the bra - and then I heard Chris breathing heavily. I looked up and once again his eyes were locked onto my body, this time onto what just had to be my breasts rather than my pussy. Was this guy insatiable?

"Geeeez Ma, you look fantastic," he moaned, "Look at your lovely nipples."

My brief massage, along with the action in the bedroom had aroused my nipples I now realised and they stood out proudly, attesting to the breast-feeding that had taken place those many years ago.

"Yeah, I'm not that bad, am I?" I replied, my fingers and thumbs absent-mindedly rolling my nipples, "Thank heavens my boobs haven't sagged too much yet."

"They look fine, really fine," said Chris, "A lot better than Sheila's boobs actually."

Sheila, I remembered, was his latest conquest, another busty girl of the shape that Chris obviously preferred. I found myself smirking as he spoke as I realised that Sheila was at least twenty years younger than me...

"Come on, this won't do," I finally said, "We ought to get out and see what this place has to offer."

But as I spoke I suddenly realised that we couldn't go out just yet because there before me was Chris's nice long penis, which once again pointed at the ceiling!

"Oh for heaven's sake," I said, "Doesn't that thing ever go down?"

"Usually it does, but you've got me all excited," said Chris quickly, "Can you help me, please Mum."

"What? How on earth am I supposed to help you?" I replied without thinking, "It's your problem."

"I'm going to have to get off again," Chris managed to say, "Help me Mum - you caused it!"

"I did not!" I said firmly - then realised that my nudity was indeed the cause.

"Oh go and wank then!" I said, "And do it quickly."

"Can't you do it for me?" asked Chris, moving much closer to me, "Your fingers felt so bloody good last time..."

I hardly knew what to do - it wasn't really my place to toss off my own son, and yet, since I'd put him in this situation, perhaps it was up to me to get him out of it too. An excited shiver ran all though me as I realised what I was about to do.

"Oh all right, I'll do it if I must," I said, my heart fluttering, my pussy quivering inside, "Make it quick though."

Chris was right beside me in seconds, pulling my hand down to his penis where my fingers almost automatically curled around his stem. Chris hissed his approval and inside my fist I felt his penis stiffen and seem to swell even more.

"Ooooh Mum, yes, rub it for me, rub it," he said under his breath, "Yeah, like that. Make me cum!"

My heart pounded furiously as I held his cock and began to move my hand on him while Chris's breathing seemed to get faster too. Still his cock jerked in my grasp with each stroke and now, suddenly, there was a wet slipperiness that hadn't been there before.

"Ooooh," moaned Chris, "That's lovely Mum..."

I looked down and now saw that his penis was bathed in precum, the shiny slippery stuff glistening on my fingers as well as on his cock and the sight sent shudders of excitement through me, each wave of pleasure seeming to focus on my vagina. I could almost feel my juices flowing; I certainly felt my hips begin to sway in time with my hand actions and with Chris's own pelvic thrusts.

This was actually becoming very sexual, I realised; Chris's previous orgasm having been something of an accident...but now I was actually rubbing his penis for him intentionally. It was making me nearly as hot as Chris obviously was...

"Do it a bit faster Mum," Chris said a few moments later and I found myself complying, my hand now sliding freely and quickly thanks to his lubrication.

"Yessss, that's better, keep doing that!" he continued and as he spoke I felt his hand come to rest on the small of my back.

But instead of telling him off I welcomed his touch, now almost wanting him to explore my quivering body. And to my pleasure he began to move his hand, now letting it slide down until he was caressing one cheek of my ass. I felt myself shudder, not in horror now but in delight; even to the point where I began to push my ass back at his hand.

"Oh God Mum, I'm getting there," Chris moaned, bringing my thoughts back to his cock, "Don't stop. Won't be long now."

My fist was moving quite fast now; I could hear that slight slurping, slapping sound of wet flesh as his foreskin moved back and forward and above that there was also the sound of Chris's breath as he panted fast.

"Gonna cum Mum," he suddenly said, "Here it cums!"

I was so well prepared for this event that there was not a sight of a towel anywhere; not one thing with which to catch his ejaculate, I realised. All I could do was to let it spray on the floor and to clean it up afterwards. Oh well, at least it was a laminate floor and not carpeted.

"Come on then - do it," I said, my eyes glued to his penis, "Come on Chris - do it!"

"Uuuuuhhhh! Uuuuuhhhh! Uuuuuhhhh!" grunted Chris as his penis recoiled and fired off. 

Jet after jet squirted across the floor, splattering hugely and whitely on the imitation planking; then dribbling over my fingers and coating his knob.

"Oh God - oh God, I needed that," said Chris eventually, "Oh sorry Mum and thanks, thank you so much."

"Couldn't leave you like that, could I?" I said as my fingers eased the last few drips of cum from his cock, "You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"Bloody right I did," he enthused, "You were great..."

"Well now you're emptied you can clear it up," I said, my eyes taking in the generous quantity of cum, "I'm going to go and have a pee. Then we're going out."

Chris walked off into the kitchen and came back with a handful of paper towels, his penis now swaying contentedly before him as I turned my back and closed the bathroom door. I sat down on the pan, cleaned my fingers with some toilet paper and waited for the pee to come, before I realised that I didn't really need to pee - what I'd felt were the pangs of an unfulfilled pussy applying pressure on my mind.

I spread my legs and looked down to see my hairs all shiny and wet - there were even a few drips of lubricating juice hanging from my lips and a small trickle down my thigh. Cautiously I put my hand to my lips; they were so slippery and hot and my touch sent thrills through me as if I'd been scalded. I shuddered all over as my fingers slid up and over my clit; then shuddered anew as I found myself stimulating my firm erect nub of flesh.

"Ohhhhh yessss," I moaned quietly, "I've got to do it - I've gotta cum!"

As quietly as possible I worked at my clit, occasionally letting a finger slide into my hole, to emerge each time soaked and slippery with my hot juices. I was panting hard as I played; absorbing the scent of hot sex that was rising from my groin - then as I closed my eyes to let the feelings become more cerebral, so a vision of Chris's hard penis appeared; a penis that was pouring cum everywhere; a penis that was sliding between my swollen lips and into my body!

"Aaaaahhhhhh!" I cried, hardly managing to prevent the sound of my ecstasy from escaping, "Aaaahhhh, yesss, oooooh yessss!" 

My entire body was convulsing, shaking, pulsating - my legs seemed to have turned to jelly; my orgasm was massive and all-encompassing. It felt as if it was the best I'd had in years and years...

For a little while I just sat there as I recovered until I suddenly remembered that Chris was outside. Quickly I cleaned off the excess moisture, flushed the toilet and briefly powdered myself before giving myself a quick shake all over.

"Oooh that's better," I said to myself, "Needed that; no wonder Chris felt better afterwards!"

Out in the lounge Chris was seated, just awaiting my return and he stood up once I joined him, his penis now quiescent, I was pleased to see.

"Thanks for that Mum," he said quietly, "Sorry - I won't ask you again."

I nodded slightly as I acknowledged his words then looked at the door.

"Ok - ready?" I asked and Chris nodded back.

"Come on then; let's see what's out there," I said as I opened the front door.

The feeling of being outside and naked was fantastic - complete freedom, it felt - especially with the knowledge that everyone else we'd see would be naked too - we were not alone. Even Chris seemed relaxed now as we stood side by side on the verandah. A few moments later and his fumbling hand found mine and together we stepped away from our 'nest' and into public view.

Now much as I'd like to tell you; to titivate you, to excite you by saying that we both became highly aroused and that we had no option but to fling ourselves on the grass and fuck, it wasn't like that at all.

Instead we wandered around, enjoying the gardens and the views, seeing similar pairs and singles walking around naked too and generally just plain relaxing. Intentionally I kept Chris talking; about anything I could think of, to keep his mind off the occasional more attractive female and it seemed to work; somehow his easily inflatable penis remained limp and relaxed.

And then we'd seen all we wanted to see and together we decided that we'd grab an early night. Tomorrow we could explore further; tomorrow we'd investigate the pools and the entertainment centre; tomorrow was another day. But this evening was now and comfortably much more relaxed now we strolled back to our 'nest' and shut the door.

"You managed!" I said to Chris, "You kept it down."

"Thanks to you Mum; mind you, I felt him start up a few times; there were a few nice looking birds, weren't there?" he replied.

"If that's what you're looking at," I replied cheekily, "Not many big cocks though! Didn't see any to match yours!"

"They're all the same when they're out in the cool air," he answered, "It's when they get stiff they get big."

"Yours certainly does," I said as I poured us an evening glass of wine and handed his to him, "Here you are - cheers."

"Cheers Mum, love you," said Chris as he lifted his glass - and as he did so I realised that his cock had started to lift too.

"Oh Chris, for heaven's sake - tell it to go to sleep," I said, pointing at his partially aroused penis, "Hasn't it had enough today?"

"You're joking!" said Chris seriously, "No way!"

"Hmmmph," I muttered, "Tough."

His penis seemed to get the message and visibly relaxed and so did I.

There was a TV in the 'nest' but neither of us cared to watch anything and so we just sat in two comfy armchairs and watched as the evening sun set through the trees and over the distant sea, filling the sky with its glow and warm colours. The wine - and even a second bottle - had gone now and the bed called insistently. 

"Right - I'm going for a pee and a quick wash then bed. Come on then, you coming to bed too?" I said, not even considering my words to be in any way seductive or suggestive. 

"After you," replied Chris, "You can use the bathroom first."

I stood up and discovered that I was slightly wobbly now; the wine had seemingly crept up on me, not that it worried me.

"Won't be long," I said as I weaved my way across the room but I managed to pull myself together for a spit and polish and a pee before going to the bedroom.

Chris rose from the chair and took my place, shutting the door behind him.

I walked around the bed to the window side and threw back the duvet - then I sat down rather than climb into bed. Something was worrying me...then Chris returned.

"Ummm, what are you wearing to bed?" I asked - my words making his eyebrows lift.

"Well, nothing," he said, "Why should I?"

"Because we'll be naked together in bed," I replied, my mind ignoring the fact that we'd been naked together all evening.

Chris laughed - his voice betraying his own degree of concern perhaps.

"So what?" he said, "Get used to it Mum - I rather like this feeling of being naked."

"Ummm yesssss," I said, hesitantly, "Well you stay on your side then."

Chris laughed again, more freely this time.

"Hadn't really planned to take over your half," he said, "Lots of room - come on."

With that he slid gracefully under his side of the duvet and I had no alternative but to join him, although as I did so my foot and then my hand met some part of his body before I settled down. The touch was enough to send shivers of some strange kind up and down my spine; I was in bed with a man - some five years or more after the last time it had happened - but it had been a very different man before. Then it had been my husband...now it was my son!

We lay there silently for a little while before I felt Chris's hand moving towards me. His fingers searched and I let them - and with my arm folded over my waist he found my midriff instead.

I remained still, somehow wanting him to explore further but he found my arm and pulled it until my fingers became available; then his fingers interwove with mine.

"Just wanted to say thank you," he said softly, "I'm so sorry about earlier and you were great; no, you were wonderful."

"It's all right Chris," I replied, my fingers playing idly with his, "I know you didn't mean to get excited."

"Embarrassing!" he said, his fingers caressing my palm, "I just couldn't help it; never knew you were so hot!"

His touch was starting to make me feel hot as well and I twisted my hand away before reaching out and finding his hand again. 

"Stop it," I hissed, "Don't..."

"Don't what?" asked Chris, his fingers once again exciting me, "I'm just holding your hand."

"It's the way you're doing it," I said, "You'll get yourself all worked up again."

"Already am," he replied, "Feel me."

As he spoke I felt him roll over towards me. Seconds later and his other hand found mine and pulled at me, my arm unable to resist his action. And a moment or two later I found something heavy and hot in my hand, a hand held in place my Chris's own fingers. And I didn't mean to do it but my fingers curled around his hotness; around his hard penis.

"Chris - for God's sake - what the hell are you doing?" I said as I attempted to remove my hand.

"Oh Mum, I won't be able to get to sleep unless I get off," he replied, his breath quick and uneven, "Do it for me - help me please Mum, just once more."

His penis was thrusting through my curled fingers even as he spoke and now it was I who felt my breath coming unevenly; I who was getting aroused.

Before I had a chance to form a reply I felt the bed move and Chris's cock thrust harder and closer to me - he'd edged across the bed and was now right there beside me. His hard penis was now actually rubbing against my hip as I lay on my back, he was that close... I tore my hand from his cock.

"I don't know if I want to," I said, almost unable to avoid his hot thrusting cock, "It's getting to be a bit of a habit, isn't it?"

"Just tonight Mum, please, please," he said, "I won't ask again..."

I rolled onto my side to face him, seeing the outline of his face in the starlight, his eyes pleading and his mouth contorted and somehow I felt so sorry for him. I just had to help him...

My hand found his penis and I grasped it again, my fingers readily caressing his flesh, his heat pervading my skin while Chris let out his pent up breath in a long release.

"Ooooh yessss, oh Mum, I love you," he said, his voice quivering, "Ooooh, that's lovely!"

And while I played with him, so his hand began to explore and it took little time before he'd found my breast, his fingers quickly locating my nipple. I shuddered all over, finding myself pushing my breast at his hand, feeling a glow of warmth beginning to form at my groin. I began to pant, my body already starting to get excited; my own sex organs awakening.

And now, to my horrified delight, Chris's hand was moving, moving away from my breast and down over my arm, over my waist, down to my hips, onto my thigh, round my thigh to my inner delicate quivering flesh, closer and closer to my sex.

"Noooooo," I moaned, "Not there, please..."

But my words didn't ring true because my hand was still firmly holding and rubbing his cock; I just couldn't stop - nor could I stop him.

I gasped as I felt his fingers touch my trimmed patch of pubes; I gasped again as his fingers slid down and over my clit - and yet I still did nothing to stop him.

"Oh Chris, don't..." I moaned, feeling my hips starting to tremble, to jerk at his probing fingers, "Stop it..."

Did I mean it? Did I hell! 

Inside me my demon was telling me to enjoy myself; to let myself go; to allow my son to explore and excite me. I was panting hard now, my hand still on Chris's slippery penis; my hips jerking wildly. Chris's fingers were in my slit, sliding in my prolific juices.

"Ohhh Chris, that's so naughty!" I groaned, doing my best to act like a decent Mum but I was still doing nothing to stop him, "Oh God stop it, I like it, oh God I like it."

And now I suddenly realised that my hand was actually pulling him closer; my hand on his cock was just inches from my wet and wanton cunt - I wanted that cock inside me so urgently - so desperately.

"Oh God Chris - come here," I panted, my hand releasing his cock and clutching at his hip, "Get it in me - I need you, I need you."

Inside seconds I'd got my leg up and over Chris's hip; my almost desperate cunt felt wide open and practically crying out for a penis and Chris's penis would do just perfectly!

"Honestly Mum?" I heard Chris say incredulously, "You want me in you?"

"Yes, yes, do it - do it now!" I cried, "For fuck's sake get it in me!"

And then I felt it - the heat and hardness of his penis against my sex; against my very wet and slippery and urgent sex and I pulled Chris to me harder; my fingers clutching his flesh urgently.

"Put it in me - now!" I cried and then it happened; suddenly there was a giving way sensation; a feeling of invasion, a deliciously filling invasion as his penis slid so smoothly into my depth.

"OOOOhhhh yessssss!" I heard myself howl, "Oooooh fuuuuuck!"

"Ooooh Muuuuum!" I heard Chris say, "Ooooh fuck, I'm inside you."

Somehow we'd wriggled together; somehow now my breasts were flattened against his hard chest; our bellies were rubbing against each other. Somehow my leg was entwined with Chris's; our hands had met and joined together and now, united almost as one we looked at each other.




My Son Gets the Hots for Me! Ch. 01



Then, without saying a word our mouths opened and we kissed; a first peck, then a firmer contact, then a full-blooded smooch. Our probing excited tongues twisted and turned and explored; our lips slid deliciously and wetly over each other's mouth as our frantic incest took place.

I could feel Chris's penis moving in and out of me, steadily pushing into my depths then pulling almost all the way out again. I could even hear, above the roar of the blood pounding in my head, the sound of our hot sexual contact; of our incestual love-making.

I shut my mind to the worry about whose cock it was that was thrilling me so; instead I just let its hardness, its power, bring me upwards and upwards towards my much needed climax. I knew I couldn't stop now - I was going to have a wonderful orgasm on the end of my son's penis and I couldn't give a damn! 

It was what I'd been needing, perhaps even asking for...and now all I wanted was more and more of his delicious length and thickness.

"Oh Chris, darling, lover, fuck me, fuck me!" I moaned, my pelvis grinding hard against his, "More - harder, yes, harder!"

It was going to be quick; it wasn't going to take me long to orgasm now - my body was out of control. My quivering cunt, my needy vagina, was almost devouring the warm stiff flesh that had penetrated to my core and still I wanted more.

"Oooooh yessssss come on," I cried, panting fast, "Please don't stop - I'm almost there!"

"Oooh fuck, fuck, fuck," grunted Chris, his hips pumping his penis energetically, "Yes, yesss, yesssss Mum."

"Make me cum - make me cum!" I yelled, "I'm gonna cum...gonna cum...cummmmm!"

My brain was fried; just unable to make sense of things as my orgasm began to grow. I was insatiable now; my hands clawing at Chris's back, my vagina squeezing, grasping, sucking at his wonderful penis.

From somewhere out there I heard Chris's breathing change now, frantic intakes of much needed oxygen powering his body to thrill mine.

And then everything burst open; suddenly I was there, screaming, howling perhaps as an incredibly powerful climax tore through me like a tornado. I felt my whole body turning into a sex organ as his strong penis continued to drive into me. 

My body wanted his essence, wanted his entire being inside me and all I could do was to cry out with delight while deep tremors of lust and desire sent me into orbit.

"Oh God - it's wonderful," I managed to say, "Keep going - please don't stop yet."

I was on the crest of a massive and powerful tsunami that was obliterating all before it; that was turning my insides to liquid and my cunt into a furnace.

Beside me, almost on top of me now, Chris was still pumping his penis into me but now his movements were almost random, his long thrusts had become short sharp jerks. He was panting hard as sprays of sweat fell on me from his fevered brow and his breath came hot against my neck.

"Oh Mum, I'm gonna cum...Mum, I can't hold it - gonna cum!" he cried, Yessss - yessss, its cumming! Ooooh! Uuuuuuuuhhhhhh!" 

"Cum with me!" I cried out, "I'm still cumming! I can't stop!"

There was a moment of complete nothing; total stillness; then his floodgates opened.

"Oooh fuck - uuuuuhhhh!" he grunted as I felt his penis swell and let loose; an incredible warmth of hot sperm filling me, spilling into my womb, oozing from my frantic pussy; a sucking, clinging, hungry pussy that knew no bounds.

Moments later and I fell silent now as the pure climax of our love-making took over everything - then I remembered nothing...until I felt Chris's tender hand on my cheek, caressing and smoothing me.

"Oh Chris - where am I?" I asked, panicking briefly and shaking my head to reboot my brain.

"I think you passed out Mum," he said calmly, "You looked so relaxed; you'd got a lovely smile too."

"Oh Chris - how'd you do that?" I asked as my mind cleared, "No-one's ever made me do that before."

"I think it was you Mum," he replied, "You needed that so much; it was like you were so tense and then..."

"...And then you made love to me," I answered, kissing his warm lips, "You were brilliant!"

"You weren't so bad either," he replied, "I'll sleep well now!"

I laughed lightly and happily, feeling my vagina squeezing at his still embedded penis; feeling his cock jerk in response.

"Mmmmm, so will I, I think," I said dreamily, "Oh, I feel so much better."

I was relaxing fast now, sliding easily down into a dream world, my body and mind both replete.

"Are you going to sleep?" Chris asked from somewhere nearby.

"Mmmmmm," I hummed in reply, my brain slowly shutting down.

"Don't you want to clean up?" he asked, his voice light and distant.

"No - I just want to go to sleep," I managed to say, "Stay with me, lover."

"Yeah Mum, of course I will," I heard, "Always."

Together, still united, we drifted into sleep; both of us now so relaxed, so fulfilled that not even the sweat-soaked sheets; the trickles of wetness around my pussy or Chris's warm breath on my cheek could stir me. 

I'd definitely fallen for my wonderful son and he certainly had the hots for me.



My Son Gets the Hots for Me! Ch. 02



Where do I begin? Here's me, doing my best to bring up my son Chris the right way; instilling a sense of good ethical behaviour in him - and now he's here in bed with me...and we've just had sex. More than that, we're here, in a nudist resort...and I can't wait for more!

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Dreamily I began to surface; began to regain consciousness; began to wake up.

I was naked and there was a warm body adjacent to mine, probably a male body from its size and from the fact that his arm was over my waist, his hand under one of my breasts.

But why did I feel so shattered though? Why did my back ache and my groin feel both shaky and somehow sticky? Somehow I felt as though I'd just had sex; energetic sex by all impressions...

'Don't remember hubby taking me to bed,' I thought, my mind smiling inwardly as I remembered how good he'd been in bed, 'Yeah but what's he doing here?'

"What!" I suddenly exclaimed, suddenly realising that I had indeed had sex - and that my husband was long gone from my life.

I jerked myself violently away from the male hand, sat up in an instant, tore my body from the bed and stood up beside the bed, my whole body shaking and frightened.

My hand fell between my legs as I felt something strange there; a wetness that shouldn't exist. Immediately I discovering that I was indeed wet, both inside...and crustily smeared with something on the outside; something that now began running down my leg as I stood there.

"Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed to myself as I attempted to catch the wet dribble, "I've been fucked! And who the hell's that?"

I knew enough to be certain that I hadn't been out on the prowl - so how had a man ended up in my bed?

And then, as I stood there, sniffing the sex-laden air and with what I knew had to be spunk running down my thigh, it began to come back...that man was my son!

"You stupid bloody bitch!" I exclaimed quietly to myself, "What on earth have you done? You've just screwed your son!!"

Carefully I tiptoed around the bed and left the room, now finding myself in a strange home as well. Bit by bit it came back; we were in our 'nest', at a nudist resort - and my son and I were sharing a bed.

My still slightly befuddled mind was still gathering itself together as I stepped into the shower; immediately discovering that the controls weren't the same as those at home; immediately being drenched with droplets of unexpectedly chilly water...before I managed to get the temperature right.

But the cold water had at least cleared my mind a bit more and quickly now things came back to me.

And I remembered that we'd gone to bed and that Chris was in there with me and that his cock had been so hard and desirable that I'd almost gone wild with my need for him...

"Oh God, you've done it now, haven't you?" I said, "It was all that wine, wasn't it...what on earth have you started?"

The warm shower began to reinvigorate me and gradually I returned to life, especially so after I'd sprayed and soaped my pussy, my wet, sticky pussy and got rid of the smell of stale sex. Eventually I stepped out of the shower, dried myself off and searched around for my bathrobe - which I didn't find. Instead I knotted the towel around me as I headed towards the kitchen to get some refreshment and soon I had the kettle boiling and then a nice cup of coffee in my hands.

And it was only then that I looked at the clock - which said that it was just coming up on seven o'clock...in the morning, I guessed. Ah yes - we'd gone to bed around midnight so that had to be right and I realised that the strangeness of having a man in bed with me must have been what had woken me.

I sat down gently in one of the armchairs and allowed myself to chew over the events of the night before.

Immediately memories began to flood out; of the way we'd stripped off; the way Chris had ejaculated all over us when we'd bumped together; then the way I'd tossed him off...and the way I'd let him make love to me. I let out a big long sigh, a shuddering sigh as I also remembered just how eager I'd been to get his cock inside me.

But more than that, I remembered what an excellent if basic lover he'd been; how quickly he'd brought me to a thundering climax. I wondered too if I'd reached my apex because of the illicit nature of our sex; it was incest - wonderful, exciting, naughty incest!

I felt my pussy squirming deliciously as I reran the pushing of his cock as he slipped it into my vagina; the way my hot slippery lips had let him slide inside; the way my hips had thrust themselves at him and I knew that it would happen again...

We were here for a week, sharing one bed and I knew, just knew, that now we'd done it once, we'd do it again and again.

I even felt myself smirking as I absorbed that idea; the incredible idea of having sex with my son - again!

I nearly jumped out of the chair as a hand came to rest on my shoulder before I looked round and saw Chris standing there, naked as Mother Nature intended, an uncertain smile on his face.

"Hi Mum," he said, "Didn't know you'd got up - you were quiet."

"Didn't want to disturb you," I lied, "Thought you ought to get your beauty sleep. Anyway, what are you doing up; it's only seven o'clock."

"Yeah, so I see; it's definitely too early to get up," Chris said, "Why don't you come back to bed for a while?"

"What for?" I asked as I took a mouthful of my coffee, "I'm awake now."

"Yeah, but I was just hoping..." Chris said, "Would have been nice if we could wake up together."

And as he spoke he edged sideways until he was standing next to the arm of the chair and there before my eyes was his penis, still encrusted here and there with cum but very, very rigid and very, very desirable.

"Oh what?" I exclaimed, part of my mind rebelling, "What...again?"

For the moment I was back home; freed of masculine influence; freed of sex for the past five years...and then last night we'd fucked hard and fast - and now he wanted more! I wasn't entirely sure...

"We only did it once," said Chris hopefully, "Can't we do it again, please Mum?"

My mind, let alone my body, wasn't used to such excessive activity but inside me I felt delightful squirmings of not butterflies but of parts of my sexual equipment that had long been unused and which now seemed to be waking up. My very womb seemed to be in motion and my cervix felt as if it was fluttering up inside there. As for my vagina, it was pulsating with wanton waves of desire and my clit was really tingling all of a sudden; almost demanding more action.

And as if understanding that, Chris edged closer to the arm of the chair, his penis now jutting out not at all far from where I sat; not very far from my face, in fact.

"Hold me," he said "Put your hand on me Mum."

I put my mug down on the table and turned to face his cock, my hand rising to grasp his rigid length, an action that I hardly intended. He felt all hot in my hand, hot and hard and trembling too, just as I was. I pulled his penis down until it was almost horizontal and slowly began to move my hand up and down his shaft, making his foreskin cover and uncover his glossy knob.

Chris's hips thrust his cock towards me again and now, my desire having risen considerably, I leaned towards him and in a sudden movement I pulled his cock forward and let it slip into my mouth.

"Ahhhh Muuuuum!" Chris cried, "Ahhhh - yesss...ohhhh fuck, that's good!"

I hardly heard him as I concentrated on his penis, tasting the exciting flavours of our combined juices from last night; feeling the small emission of precum that happened almost immediately after I took him into my mouth.

I used to love to suck my husband's penis and now I was having another chance to enjoy myself but this time with the lovely penis of my darling son.

His cock was a considerable mouthful, even as I stopped him from thrusting deep into my mouth. His girth made my mouth stretch somewhat but the delightful feeling of that hot tube of sex sliding in and out was enough to overcome almost anything. Even when his cock thrust a bit harder and pushed against the back of my mouth I didn't care - I was really beginning to enjoy this now.

I used my tongue like a finger to caress his smooth flesh, to probe into that little hole at the tip, to explore his foreskin while above me Chris was starting to breathe more heavily. 

I'd got my own breathing under control; getting used once again to breathing through my nose as I kept a tight grip on his cock with my lips while my hand rubbed steadily up and down his shaft.

"Ohhh fuck Mum, you make me feel so good," I heard Chris say, his voice unsteady and trembling.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned, partially as a reply and partially to express my pleasure.

He felt incredible, there inside my mouth - I'd missed this kind of thing since my divorce but now all my expertise was flooding back.

But that wasn't the only thing that was flooding as I found when I put my hand between my legs. Initially dry on the outside, as soon as I split my lips, my lubrications came oozing out, turning everything suddenly slippery. In an instant I was rubbing at my excited lubricated clit, my fingers sliding over it and around it; my pussy responding by pulsating, seemingly in time with my movements on Chris's cock or perhaps with my heartbeat.

My lips were almost aching as I worked on his penis; they were unaccustomed to this kind of exercise even though my mouth was loving it. I was working hard and fast on him now and Chris was starting to pant wildly and moan steadily.

"I'm gonna cum if you're not careful," he moaned, his penis jerking deep in my mouth, "Watch out Mum - gonna cum soon."

I opened my mouth enough to allow words to come out.

"I want you darling," I said, "I want your cum in me; inside me. Let it go, lover."

"Oooh fuck yes Mum, yessss," he moaned anew, "Don't stop - don't stop!"

His hips were jerking hard now, thrusting his rigid penis through my tight fingers, into my warm and welcoming mouth. Chris was really breathing fast now too...

"Any moment now," he cried, "Ohhhhh yeahhhh - cumming - its cumming Mum!"

I was going to speak but at that moment I felt his penis thicken; stiffen and freeze rigidly.

"Oooooh fuuuuuuck!" Chris cried, "Yeahhhhhhh! Yeahhhhhh!"

There was a second of stillness and then my mouth was deluged, a blast of warm cum against the roof of my mouth; another deep into my throat; another across my tongue.

"Fuck, fuck, oooh fuck!" grunted Chris as his hips and penis recoiled and reloaded and fired again.

I swallowed quickly but still found my mouth to be well laden with his delicious sticky essence.

And at that moment too I felt my clit harden and start quivering uncontrollably, my insides squirming wildly, my fingers becoming soaked and my whole pussy pulsating and vibrating.

"Oh God, you've made me cum too!" I moaned around his jerking cock, "Oh Chris darling! Yesssssssss!"

For a moment I thought that I might bite through his cock, such was the way that my body was responding to my orgasm, before I regained some degree of control and managed to accommodate his penis.

Chris seemed to have finished cumming so I let his penis slip from my mouth, immediately seeing another small bubble of white cum emerge. Almost frantically I pulled his penis back closer and swiped the blob with my tongue, swiftly sucking it in and allowing the last taste to linger on my tongue before I curled my tongue around my mouth to gather any remaining essence which I swallowed contentedly.

I looked up at Chris, a big smile on my face.

"Was that good?" I asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Oh Mum - you're the best," he groaned, "You were just incredible!"

"Mmmm, so were you," I replied, "Tasted gorgeous - that was lovely."

Chris moved and sat on the arm of the chair, his arm now draped down and over my towel-clad breast.

"My legs have gone all wobbly!" he said, his fingers playing on my breast, "Fantastic. Best feeling ever."

I glowed with pride, even though I should have been blushing. I'd just sucked off my son; let his penis invade my mouth; let all his spunk fill my mouth - and it had been great, really great.

Inside me, my love for my son was even stronger now; a love that was far from motherly though, but I didn't care. Chris would leave home one day but until then I now fully intended to get as much loving from him as I could!

I rose from my seated position and turned to meet Chris face to face and we kissed, a warm loving kiss that went on and on until I pulled away. This wasn't getting anything done - and anyway, I could feel my towel starting to slip...

"Come on, let's get some breakfast," I said as I tied the towel a bit tighter over my bust, "Then we can go out nice and early."

Breakfast wasn't intended to be a big meal and after some cereals and another cup of coffee we were both adequately topped up and our washing-up done.

"So, what're we going to do?" asked Chris as he opened the front door.

The warm rays of the early sun poured in like a flood of love; they even made my notoriously chilly feet toasty warm as I stood there thinking and absorbing the summer warmth.

For some reason I had warm and wet thoughts on my brain too; warm and wet inside me as well but this was a different type of wetness.

Ah, yes - let's do that.

"Swim," I said, "Let's go for a nice early swim; then we can spend the rest of the day laying about in the sun and getting a bit browner."

I'd applied some artificial tanning lotion before we'd started our break but I really could do with some real sun on my body.

Chris gave a quick "yeah ok" by way of response, then disappeared into the bedroom, soon reappearing with two nice dry towels.

"Be strange to swim with nothing on," he said, "might be rather nice though."

"Will be nice; I'll be able to watch you," I replied, "And watch all the other men!"

"I don't know Mum," he chuckled, "You're wicked - I reckon you only wanted to come on a nude break so you could see other people."

"If they look anything as good as you do it'll be worth it," I said as I unwrapped myself, "Ok - let's go."

I saw Chris's eyes wandering up and down my body as I turned towards him and also observed his penis beginning to lift from its quiescent position. I reached out and slapped his cock lightly, causing it to droop again and Chris to yelp in surprise.

"Keep it under control," I admonished, a smile on my face, "Or stop showing off!"

"I don't mean to let it do that," Chris said, "Just happens when I look at you."

"Look at something else then; see if you can spot some old bag and watch her instead," I suggested as I pulled Chris outside and locked the door. 

I'd got a small travel bag with us to hold 'essentials' and Chris had our towels but otherwise we were unencumbered - and obviously naked. The pool was only a few hundred yards away so we didn't even wear shoes...and even at this hour there was a scattering of other naked souls around.

I don't know how he did it but somehow Chris made it all the way to the open air pool without becoming the least bit aroused and I felt quite proud of him for some reason.

"Hey - didn't take you long to get used to being naked, did it?" I said as I spread our towels out on the grass.

"That's only because I didn't look at you," he replied, "Every time I do I start to get hard."

My back was towards him as I bent over to spread the towel out and I heard a strangled gasp.

"Oh fuck Mum, oh fuck, no!" Chris moaned, causing me to look behind me.

And there it was; his lovely penis rising and rising, thickening and stiffening while Chris's hands fluttered uselessly.

"You; bent over; your ass," he moaned, "Oh fuck - I couldn't help it!"

We'd laid the towels out in an area fairly close to the pool but in among some scattered bushes and trees which I though would give us a bit of shade later on and perhaps some relative peace, so Chris's predicament wasn't all that visible to all and sundry. Nevertheless it soon would be, especially if someone walked near us or if we went for a swim.

Chris's answer was to quickly try to hide behind me as I stood up; his hands holding my hips but that wasn't the answer, it seemed as his urgent penis brushed against my body..

"Oh fuckin' hell Mum," he moaned, "Just touching you made it even harder!"

I reached around behind me and found his penis; the thing that had just been prodding my ass. Already the foreskin had retracted and even as I gripped it I felt it jerk and a dampness spread into my palm as what had to be a gush of precum oozed out. 

What the hell were we to do?

"Oooh fuck Mum, stop touching me," Chris moaned and his words gave me the answer.

Fuck; he'd have to fuck me to get rid of it!

"Get down Chris - lie down," I said quickly, "I'm going to ride you!"

"Oh Mum, what, really?" Chris replied as he quickly lay down on his back, "Seriously?"

"What else can we do?" I returned, "Hold your cock up."

As I spoke I straddled Chris's supine body, then lowered myself towards his erection, feeling one of his hands lift to support my ass as I sank down. I put my hand under me and found it, his hard cock as it pointed at me, his hand still holding it. I batted his hand away as I took over then continued to sink lower and lower.

"Ahhhhh," I heard myself exclaim as the tip of his tool made contact with my opened lips, "Oooooh Chris..."

I could feel myself shivering, not from cold but from the erotic and scary moment; here I was about to impale myself on my son's rigid penis right out in the open with other people around...

"Shiiiiit, that's tight," I winced, as his pole began to penetrate, "I wasn't ready for you."

But I had no option really and knew that fortunately my inner lubrication would soon begin to ease his passage - or was that 'my' passage.

"Ooooooh yeahhhh," Chris moaned from below me, "You're hot Mum, you're bloody incredible."

Then suddenly, as my lubrication got to work his penis slid into me and I landed heavily on Chris's groin, eliciting grunts and groans from both of us. Wriggling my hips around I managed to get his cock seated comfortably inside me and there I sat, while inside me that lovely thick cock stretched me, penetrated me and filled me beautifully. At least Chris wouldn't be embarrassed now that his erection was hidden.

"You ok up there?" Chris asked and I hummed a contented reply.

His penis felt strong and powerful and he kept jerking it, each jerk sending waves of pleasure and excitement right through me. 

'Now what?' I thought; 'I can't just sit here all day.'

While I sat there a couple walked past, some reasonable distance down the slope nearer the pool thank heavens and waved at me. I waved back, pretending that I was merely seated on a cushion or something innocent. I just didn't dare begin to move; I was kind of stuck here!

And then it came home to me - if I didn't get Chris off I could be sitting here forever; the very purpose of my sitting on his cock had been to hide it and were I to lift off, his erection would be on show to all and sundry once again. We had to do something...he needed to cum to deflate.

"Chris, you've got to help me; I can't get you off all by myself," I moaned.

"Ok Mum, I'll try," came the reply and moments later his hips were thrusting his cock up at me, lifting me off the ground.

"Shit, Chris - stop fucking me!" I said as his penis probed my vagina, "I'm supposed to be helping you, not letting you fuck me."

"Yeah, but if I move I'm fucking you, aren't I," Chris replied as his penis excited my pussy, "Oh come on Mum, let me."

"Oh God, I want you," I heard myself moaning, all objection suddenly overruled, "Yeah, do it lover, do it."

It felt so scary to be fucking like this in public and yet so damned good too. His penis was penetrating deep into my eager and now well lubricating pussy and it was starting to get good; I was starting to become properly aroused!




My Son Gets the Hots for Me! Ch. 02



Several more people passed by, fortunately still all at some distance and I gently began to move my hips in time with Chris's thrusts. I put one hand down to my lips, feeling the thick shaft of penile flesh sliding into me and found that I was now nicely slippery and indeed really wet while my touch on lips sent more shivers of pleasure up and down my spine. 

"Oooh God, I like it," I moaned as I moved my fingers to my clit and strummed it softly and as Chris's cock slammed into me once more.

I began to pant gently as I found myself unintentionally moving more energetically now; pumping my pussy up and down on his hard cock, my hips rising and falling faster and harder and I suddenly began to wonder who was getting off, me or my son. It was going to be both of us, by all impressions!

Certainly Chris would be cumming before too long - at least I hoped so, since that was why we were doing this.

"Keep going Mum," moaned Chris, "It's brilliant; I love it; fuckin' love it!"

"Oooohhh Chris," I moaned back, "I'm trying; keep doing that, please, please."

Chris was working hard now and so was I - the pair of us bringing each other to a peak. No longer was I merely hiding my son's erection; now I was actively seeking a release of my own as my body and my bouncing breasts rose and fell heavily.

My hand moved from my clit to my nipples which I twisted and squeezed in turn, before I concentrated on my pussy once more.

Things were coming to the boil and it wouldn't be all that long before I exploded...

"Ooooh fuck Chris, more, more," I moaned, "I'm nearly there."

I was really panting with effort now; my ass bouncing on Chris's pole and on his hips; a miasma of hot sex aromas were drifting up and past my nose and Chris too was breathing hard.

"Gonna cum..." he cried, "Muuuuummm, I can feel it - I'm gonna cum!"

"And me!" I panted, "Oh Chris - here it comes!"

And at that moment I realised that there were watchers; another naked couple; a man and a younger woman, both standing in among the trees, his arm over her shoulder with his fingers at her breast and her hand playing with his erection!

"Oh God, no, no!" I cried in panic, "Chris; there's people watching!"

No way could I stop now; my orgasm was suddenly upon me; even as I saw the man bend slightly and start to shoot cum everywhere.

"Oh Chrissssss, yeahhhhh, yeahhhh!" I yelled, no longer caring that we had an audience, just getting the most from my son's very hard, very energetic penis.

And under me Chris lifted his pelvis for one last time then pulled me hard down onto him - and inside me I felt those delicious waves of spunk warming my vagina, tickling my cervix and filling my womb.

"Ooooh Mum, Mum, Mum," he grunted, "Ooooh fuck - ooooh yeahhhhh!"

Slowly we subsided into a steaming, quivering contented heap; Chris's penis still jerking occasionally inside me; my pussy still pulsating and shivering slowly. I looked behind me to where Chris was now resting, his face one big smile - then looked up to see the couple walking towards us.

"Oh God Chris, they saw us and now they're coming here!" I moaned, "What do we do now?"

"Just stay there Mum," he replied, "Not a lot else we can do is there...just smile!"

The couple both waved to us then moved closer and closer until they were just yards away and then the guy spoke.

"That looked damn good!" he said, "Best thing I've seen here all week!"

His penis still had a small sticky icicle of cum hanging from it...

"We didn't mean to do it," I said stupidly, "I mean, umm, what I mean is - oh I don't know!"

"I got an erection," said Chris from behind me, "And Gina wanted to help me."

"Ah, you're Gina are you," the guy said, "I'm Tony and this is my d...my dear friend Chloe."

"Hi there!" I managed to say, still very, very concerned that I was not just naked but sitting there with a large cock up inside me, "That's Chris, my...oh God, my..."

"Your son, from the resemblance," said Tony, smiling broadly, "And he's quite an energetic fucker it seems."

We were rumbled - found out - exposed! 

I found myself nodding to confirm his words before Tony spoke again.

"You might as well get off him," he said, "He'll have gone all soft by now."

I could indeed feel that Chris' cock was no longer hard so I slowly eased myself upwards, helped by Chris's hands and with a rush his penis flopped out of my pussy, quickly followed by a flood of cum that spread out over his thighs and balls.

"Eeeeehhh!" he groaned, "What a blooming mess!"

With another of our towels he wiped away the various juices while our two onlookers just stood and watched, her hand still on his penis which had somehow remained remarkably hard. Then Chris handed the towel to me and I sat on it and applied part of it to my pussy

"Mind if we join you?" Tony asked and as I nodded they spread a towel of their own and sat beside us.

There was relative silence as we all considered what to say...then Chloe spoke.

"We didn't mean to spy on you," she said, "We were coming down for an early swim and saw you both - and we couldn't just walk on past, could we. Especially not with my da...Tony's cock all hard and excited."

"Come on Chloe," said Tony, interrupting, "We might as well admit that we're father and daughter; I think they could see through us."

Chloe blushed and looked all coy for a moment before she lifted her eyes and smiled at us.

"I guess it was pretty obvious really," I said, "And not exactly what we expected to find here."

"Seems to be quite the thing to do actually; we've been coming here for three years since Chloe turned eighteen and we've met several other incestuous couples," said Tony as he looked us over, "Is this your first visit?"

"Yes, it is and it's the first time we've ever done that kind of thing," I said, feeling myself blush as the memory of our lovely fuck arose.

"It was only because I was worried about Chris and him having an erection."

"Hah - don't give it a thought!" said Tony, proudly lifting his body off the ground so that his hard cock stood above him, "Everyone here seems remarkably understanding - and horny, I might add."

"All the nude bodies definitely made me horny," piped up Chris, "And when my mum bent over to spread out the towel I just couldn't help getting hard."

I noticed that Chris was busy checking Chloe out, taking close note of her much smaller breasts, her sweet little nipples - and her completely shaven pussy. I also noticed that Chris's cock was no longer entirely limp...

Tony was about my age I guessed and looked to be exceptionally healthy. 

'No wonder he's fit - all that young pussy,' I thought to myself as I looked him up and down.

His penis was decidedly thicker than Chris's but probably a bit shorter and he too was uncircumcised. His knob was already exposed; a glistening bulbous knob that would certainly stretch me considerably.

'What are you thinking?' I thought as I admired his cock, 'You dirty bitch!'

Yesss, I was actually thinking how that cock would feel inside me - as if I hadn't got enough with Chris!

Tony must have been thinking on much the same lines, it seemed.

"I don't suppose you'd think about a foursome, would you?" he said, "Or perhaps just swapping partners?"

"Might be fun," said Chris, his eyes zipping from Chloe to me and back, "When were you thinking of?"

"Well, not right now!" replied Tony, "You and I've both just cum so we ought to have an hour or so's rest before we have another go."

I was actually amazed at the conversation. The two men were discussing us as if we were a commodity; not flesh and blood and yet the idea did have a certain appeal...

"Excuse me," I interrupted, "If you guys are planning to swap partners, would you mind if Chloe and I think things over too."

Tony held up his hand by way of apology just as Chris spoke.

"Sorry Mum," said Chris, "We were getting a bit carried away there but don't you think it might be fun?"

His penis had already recovered substantially, I noticed; also noticing that Chloe had her eyes on him too.

"Oh, it would be fun alright, but if we're to play around then we do it back in the chalet, not out here," I said and Tony nodded.

"Couldn't agree more - there'd be quite a crowd of watchers if we all got on with it right here," he said, "So let's do what we came here for, then we'll see how we're all feeling and then we could all head back indoors. Ok?"

After our exertions I needed at least a shower so a swim would be even better so I agreed; suddenly realising that I was agreeing to having a fuck with Tony...and also agreeing to letting my darling son fuck with young Chloe!

I shook my head as I pondered on how depraved I seemed to have become in such a short time!

My ruminations were interrupted as Chris stood up and held his hand out to Chloe, who joined him - then hand in hand they walked towards the pool, Chris's penis now roused but not completely hard as it swayed before him.

"You coming Gina?" asked Tony as he stood up and I nodded and stood up too; my mind immediately misinterpreting his words, enjoying the double meaning.

'Hmmm - not cumming yet...but I bet I will be!' I thought...

For the next hour or so we cavorted in the clean fresh water. We'd seen in the brochure that they used solar panels to heat the pool and even at this early hour the water was comfortable and not really chilly.

And with the urgency gone Chris managed to keep his cock under control and anyway, thanks to the relaxed attitude of Tony and Chloe, we both felt much less stressed about our nudity now. Soon we'd moved our towels down nearer the pool and from time to time we returned to them to catch our breath and to enjoy the sun's rising heat. 

The warmth was starting to make my skin tingle so I called to Chris to ask him to put some sun lotion on me, but Tony arrived at my side instead.

"I'll do it," he said as he took the tube from me, "Looks as if Chris and Chloe are enjoying themselves!"

I glanced at the poolside where the two youngsters were, soon noting that Chris had his hand on her breast. I pointed at them and just as I did so, Chloe moved her hand and encircled Chris's penis. We actually heard him groan then breathe noisily as her hand began to move on his sudden erection.

I turned over onto my front and heard Tony chuckling quietly before his handful of slightly chilly lotion descended onto my shoulders.

"They'll be busy for a while, I think," he said, "I wonder if they'll get round to making it back to the chalet?"

Soon Tony was working me over, his lotion-smeared hands rubbing; no, massaging me deliciously and working down towards my hips. I felt myself unintentionally lifting my ass up towards his gentle hands, hands that were now caressing my cheeks, sliding between them and then smoothing my inner thighs.

"Ooooh Tony, who said you could?" I hissed, enjoying his touch, but Tony only laughed.

Then I hissed again as his fingers slid between my cheeks, sliding erotically over my asshole before zooming in on my pussy.

"Gina...you're wet already," Tony said, his fingers still exploring, "You feel so sexy."

"I can't help it; anyway that's Chris's cum making me wet as well," I shivered, "I'm not used to being sexy these days...it's been years since..."

"What about Chris, hasn't he been busy?" asked Tony, speaking with at least one finger up inside me and I managed to shake my head.

"Not with me; well, we've only just started," I explained, my voice unsteady, "We weren't expecting a nude holiday but once we got here and stripped off, it all started then. We just couldn't help it..."

"Best thing you two ever did," Tony said as his fingers continued to excite me, "We did much the same - we came here first before it turned into a nudist resort and then when it did and we got here, things just took off. I mean our clothes came off of course...and then us!"

His fingers moved away from my wet pussy, much to my disappointment and he patted my ass.

"Come on, roll over," he said and I twisted over to lay on my back while Tony just looked at me.

"Don't you look good Gina," he said, sucking his breath in through clenched teeth, "Bloody fantastic tits and your lovely body - and your pubes, I love your fluffy pussy, they're bloody gorgeous; they really show up well."

I looked down at my body to where my little forest was and saw that my ginger pubes almost seemed to glow in the early sunlight, the hairs glistening and shiny.

I smiled a bit self-consciously but then realised that Tony was really enjoying my body. 

He shook his head as if to escape from his dreaming then moved until he was astride me, his knees alongside my thighs, his penis now rearing stiffly as it stood there above my pussy.

He squeezed some more lotion into his hands and leaned forward, his hands coming to rest below my neck. And down lower I felt the brush of something against my belly and with my hand I soon found that it was his penis. I stroked him for a moment, feeling his cock swell in my hand before I let go and let him concentrate on his task.

Soon he'd moved down my body and both hands now encircled my breasts, lightly smothering them in lotion, smoothing and teasing, caressing and squeezing them until I was purring.

Then, with a last tweak of my nipples, which immediately both stood up, he slid his hands down to apply lotion to my middle section. He teased my belly-button briefly then smoothed my skin all over before sucking in a deep breath.

"Is it ok to touch you?" he asked and my eyes sprang open.

"You've been touching me all over," I said, "What's the difference?"

"No, I mean I want to touch your pussy properly - to play with it, to open it, maybe even to fuck it," he said, his tongue moistening his lips, "Will you let me?"

It felt as if it was a bit late to say 'no' so I nodded instead, the excitement of the moment taking control of me.

I shut my eyes again so I could leave my sense of touch to dominate my mind and immediately felt Tony's fingers in my hairs - then a quick touch on my clit, which made me jerk my whole body.

"Aaahhhh!" I cried, "Ooohhh Tony, stop it!"

Of course I didn't expect him to stop any more than I meant it; it was just us lady's way of showing that we were really demure creatures despite our sexual appetites! And Tony ignored my words anyway...

I kept my eyes closed as I felt Tony moving and then his fingers were spreading my lips, delving into my swampy cleft and caressing my swollen flesh.

"You're so wet already," he said softly, "No wonder Chris enjoyed you."

A few seconds later and my body leapt off the ground again; Tony had just swiped the full length of my slit with his tongue!

"Oooooooo," I shivered, "Yesssss, that's lovely! Don't stop, please don't stop!"

I lost myself now as Tony worked his tongue up and down my slit; now twisting and turning over and around my clit; now probing into my very vagina itself; now playing in my pubes, occasionally teasing my delicate, sensitive inner thighs. He knew what to do and where to do it and I realised that Chris had a lot to learn - and that I was really look forward to teaching him.

'Where the hell did that come from,' I thought, 'that's naughty, really naughty!'

Then, as thoughts of Chris arose, I wondered how he was getting on and found myself staring open-mouthed at the sight.

Because there was Chris, just a few feet beyond my line of view, lying on top of Chloe, his hips rising and falling rapidly. He was fucking her - already!

"Chris, for heaven's sake - not out here!" I said, my words hissing as I tried to express my concern.

"Don't care Mum," came the reply, "Oh fuck - gonna cum; almost finished; gonna cum soon; gonna cum - oh fuck!"

Tony was now watching too and together, with Tony lying with his tongue sliding in my slippery snatch, we saw our children reach their exciting climax.

There was a wild threshing of limbs and a crescendo of cries; then silence as they both peaked and deflated, sated for now at least.

Tony and I began to return to our own love-making but now I felt that I needed to be somewhere private. Seeing my son in action had, for some reason sent pictures of uniformed guards or censors kicking us out for overtly displaying too much sexual activity and I clamped my thighs shut.

"Come on Tony - back to the chalet," I said as I sat up, "I want you but not here - come and let's enjoy ourselves somewhere a bit more private."

Tony stood up and helped me up too, his stiff and eager penis waving as he moved and now I had a chance to look at it in more detail. He was quite well endowed I was pleased to notice; more than adequately for my needs. His penis was relatively thick and I knew he'd stretch me; not to my limits by any means, but sufficiently to get my pussy well and truly worked up. He'd be an enjoyable partner.

Tony and Chloe's chalet turned out to be nearer than ours and we headed there, leaving Chris to sunbathe with Chloe; or perhaps to fuck her again...

Soon however they were out of sight and soon afterwards Tony and I entered their 'nest'; a matching 'nest' to ours. And we were on their bed in no time at all, my thighs once again spread and Tony once again with his tongue in my cleft.

And now I could concentrate, I realised that his tongue felt different somehow - perhaps better than I'd have expected and I found myself quickly becoming aroused again.

And Tony knew exactly where to arouse me; where to let his tongue; sometimes just the tip; sometimes the broad plate of muscle; slide generously over my lips or pointedly around my clit. Each movement of his wicked tongue drove me onwards and upwards until I was ready to scream; until I was writhing on the bed, my hands clutching at his hair or at the sheets.

"Geeez Tony, stop it - fuckin' stop it!" I cried as he sent me even higher, "It's wonderful; it's too much...stop, stop it, please!"

I didn't really mean those words - it was just my mouth that was talking whereas my brain loved every second, every sweep and caress. In reality I wanted more, more, just more of his fantastic tongue...

"Oh fuuuuck Chris - fuck me, fuck me!" I yelled almost desperately, "Come and fuck me!"

Then Tony was there, climbing up my body, his penis scraping against my thigh before settling between my legs where my almost drowning pussy was gasping for his attention.

"Do you want me to put him in?" he asked as his hand moved his penis up and down my hot pussy, "Do you want me inside you?"

"Yessssss!" I almost screamed, "Put him in, for Christ's sake - now!"

I hardly felt his penis find my hole because I was so damn wet but I certainly felt his length sliding into me and I let out a long breath of contentment.

"Ooooooohhh God, I needed that!" I moaned, "Oooooh, that's better!"

Hardly giving me time to get used to his breadth Tony began moving, his hips steadily driving his penis into my welcoming hole, a hole that gripped and caressed his cock, encouraging him to fill me. And I found myself responding readily too; my own hips pumping upwards, my arms pulling his buttocks down as Tony worked me over.

Already on a high thanks to Tony's exciting tongue I was soon trembling on the brink of an orgasm; feeling my pussy clutching hard at his cock as it continued to power into me.

And now I was panting fast, my mind spinning as my orgasm threatened to explode. I seemed to feel even wetter down there and my whole body was now in motion as that penis of his continued to excite me - and then I was over the top.

"Yes, yes, yessss - oh Chris darling - fuck me - fill me!" I yelled, "I want you, I want you!"

"Ooooh God - its cumming!" Tony moaned from just above me, "You've set me off - here it cums!"

He froze, then a powerful spasm shook him from head to toe and a moment later I felt his penis almost punch a hole through my innards; then jerk violently; not once but twice, three times, four times.




My Son Gets the Hots for Me! Ch. 02



A warm flood of male essence began to fill me; to overflow from me; to engulf me as my own body responded with matching spasms and contortions, until almost suddenly everything ceased. Suddenly Tony was a heavy weight on top of me and I'd turned into a floppy bag of sated flesh.

"Ooooh fuck," I moaned, "That was good - so good."

Tony lifted himself until he was merely lightly resting on me and looked down at me.

"Enjoyed that, did you?" he asked rhetorically, "Certainly seemed like it."

"Brilliant!" I replied contentedly, "You were good, really good."

"Did you know, sweet lady, that you kept calling me Chris?" he asked, "Just thought I'd remind you that I'm Tony."

"Oh what? Oh I'm so sorry Tony - didn't mean to," I said, feeling myself blushing, "I didn't know..."

"I'll let you off," he said with a smile, "So what now? A shower - or do you fancy another round?"

"Definitely need to relax a bit," I said, "And anyway, I'm supposed to be here with my son...so perhaps a quick shower and then I'd better be getting back to him."

And that was so true and I missed him, even at this moment.

Sure, Tony had been good but he didn't have the love, the feeling, the tenderness - not to mention the youthful energy that Chris had. Sure, Tony's tongue had been incredible, but since I hadn't been explored by Chris's tongue yet, I had nothing much to compare him with. And sure, Tony had been a good fuck, but his penis felt different - as if something wasn't right.

'What was I thinking?' I suddenly thought, 'I haven't tried Chris's tongue - what the hell!'

Here I was, in the arms of - or at least underneath - a stranger and here I was thinking of my son's tongue! What kind of good and upright mother was I?

"Come on, this won't do," I managed to say as I began to lever myself off the bed and as Tony pulled his shrinking penis from my puffy wet pussy, "Where's that shower?"

I'm sure that I left a trail of dripping cum as I walked to the bathroom but it didn't matter. I seemed to have turned off; to have perhaps lost interest in Tony and my mind was now full of my son, of his loving embraces and his kindnesses. I could hardly wait to find him again...

Some ten minutes later and I was on my way out of Tony and Chloe's chalet and was heading back to our own 'nest', almost trotting along in my eagerness to see my son again and just as I approached within sight I saw Chloe as she opened the door, blew a kiss to Chris and departed. It mattered little to me that she'd been there - all I wanted was my son.

Almost running now I scampered onto the decking outside and threw myself into Chris's arms, wrapping my own arms around him in a python's embrace, my bouncing breasts slapping against his chest.

"Oh Chris - I've missed you! I've missed you!" I said as I kissed him wildly and as he returned the kisses, "I want you - I want you so much!"

I was panting with eager desire now - I'd been well and truly fucked not half an hour ago but now I wanted more - now I wanted my real lover, my son, inside me!

"Oh Mum, I'm so glad you're back," Chris moaned, "I've missed you too. I love you more than anything Mum!"

"Come on, come on Chris - come and fuck me - now," I cried frantically, pulling Chris towards the bedroom, "I need you darling!"

"Mum - I've only just cum; I've just fucked Chloe; don't know if I can," Chris said.

"I don't care - just come to bed with me - come and love me Chris," I groaned, my hand rubbing all over his groin, "See if you can do it!"

By the time I'd thrown myself on the bed I was ready again and turned in time to see Chris displaying a half-hard penis that looked so bloody desirable. But there were other things he could do while he was recovering and he could start by using his mouth.

"Suck me," I said as I held up one of my generous breasts, "Suck my nipples; squeeze them lover, use your tongue."

Chris was on top of me in moments and I felt the rising hardness of his penis on my thigh and the scratchy feel of his pubes too before his mouth found my breast.

"Oooooooohhhh yesssss," I found myself moaning as he applied some suction, "Ooooh yesss, mmmmm, like that!"

Chris's loving lips worked me over from breast to breast; from nipple to nipple until I was almost screaming with delight. It didn't matter that he wasn't as skilled as Tony - what mattered instead was that he was my son, my loving son and that made all the difference. These were the breasts he'd suckled from and now he was back, latched onto my proud nipples and sucking and swirling his tongue around them so eagerly. 

I was emotionally shuddering all over by the time he lifted his head and looked at me, his lips all wet and even swollen from his energetic oral action - shuddering with sexual excitement and desire. 

"Love you Mum," he said as he planted another delicious kiss on my own hot lips, "You're the best!"

Before I could even reply Chris was back but now he was working his way down my body; kissing first the underside of both breasts then the smooth and now slightly sweaty flesh of my torso. Then I felt his tongue tip work its way into my navel; then swirl around the small depression...and then he was moving even further down.

"Oooooo Chrissssss," I moaned as his pointed tongue found my pubes, "Nooooo, nooooo, don't!"

Oh but I wanted him to go there yet I was scared. This was my own son who was about to explore my pussy with his mouth - this was another step on the steep downhill slide to incest. But we'd already broken that barrier and now I needed him down there, somehow to dispel my memories of Tony and all I could do was to push my pussy up at his descending mouth...

"Aaaahhhh!" I hissed as his tongue found my delicate and highly aroused lips, "Yessssss! Oh please, yesssss!"

My entire body was wracked with uncontrollable shudders and shiverings as his tongue slid up and down my wet lips and when he suddenly touched my clit I almost levitated off the bed. I was so excited, panting so hard that I couldn't say anything. Instead all I could do was to hold his head in place as his lovely mouth played at my pussy.

"Aren't you wet Mum," I heard Chris say, "I'm gonna drown down here!"

"You made me like that," I said between spasms of delight, "I just want you so much."

Briefly I thought that Chris would now move up my body and slam his penis into me but instead he lowered his head again and clamped his lips around my clit. I know I screamed - I might even have howled as he sent me into orbit.

"Oh God! Oh Chris - I'm cummmmmming!" I cried as a sudden and unexpectedly quick orgasm shattered my already fractured mind, "I'm cumming already!"

Somehow Chris remained attached to my clit as I threshed about; my limbs flailing wildly as I climaxed powerfully. His hands were now firmly holding my buttocks, locking himself in place as he continued to assault my senses and my clit...until he moved away fractionally - enough for me to regain some sense.

"Oh Chris - how on earth?" I asked, "How did you learn to do that?"

"I've just found out Mum," he said, a big smile on his face as he looked up at me, "Do you want me to stop yet?"

"I dunno," I said, my voice weak and shaky, "I'm shattered!"

Chris obviously understood that I'd come as far as I could for a while and he moved up the bed now until he was lying beside me, on his side and facing me. His face was reddened from the warmth of his loving and his mouth was glossy and wet from my juices. He leaned forward and kissed me and I returned the kiss, at first gently and lovingly - then, as my mind recovered, with more enthusiasm. 

"Ooooh Chris, kiss me, kiss me more," I moaned, "I love you, I love you!"

And then we were lip-locked into a wild and passionate embrace; our arms around each other; our mouths clamped wetly together; our tongues both ecstatically exploring. Time flew - or it may have been merely seconds; then we parted, both panting hard; our faces glowing with love and pleasure. And then we were at it again; an insatiable need for each other growing and growing until I pushed him away.

"Love me Chris - fuck me!" I moaned, "Do it - get inside me!"

He was on top of me in seconds with his very hard penis pushing firmly between my legs - which I opened wide for him moments later.

His hand fumbled around for a moment or two and then I felt his hardness against my sloppy, sticky, juicy, wet hole...and he just slid inside me.

"Shiiiiit!" he moaned, "Ooooh Mum - that feels fantastic!"

It did - that incredible stretching feeling as my vagina so readily made room for his thrusting cock; that delicious feeling of his length as it sank deeper and deeper into my body until it could go no further. Inside me I felt his tip sending almost weird squirming sensations through me as it nudged against my cervix and I knew then that everything was right. My darling son's cock was just made for me - exactly the right size and length for my pussy.

I held Chris and his penis in place, just enjoying the feeling of fullness and of happiness as we coupled; feeling content and even relaxed now. Now I realised that our vacation was perfect for us - that we'd probably been heading towards an incestual relationship for years and that the break was the catalyst that we'd needed. I'd got my man and the world was now a better place...

But down there his cock was becoming restless and my wandering mind centred once more on our love-making. 

"You ready?" I asked and Chris nodded.

He too knew that I'd been thinking but now it was the time for action once more.

Slowly he began to withdraw his penis and for a moment I thought he was going to actually take it out but then, with just the tip still inside me he slid it back into me, his entire length sliding in one go all the way in.

"Oooooooo!" I cried softly as he filled me once more, "Chrisssss - yessssss!"

He started to pick up the pace now, his hips rising and falling faster, still pumping his penis deeply into me, still withdrawing almost completely.

His hands came up and grasped my breasts, his fingers unable to hold each complete breast but certainly reaching parts that sent thrills through me. His penis was moving faster now, sending waves of arousal through me and waves of sexual scents drifting around us too. 

Steadily he made love to me - no, fucked me, because that's what I wanted. I wanted not just his love but his hard strong penis, to wipe out the memories of Tony's cock - to prove to me that he was just as good a lover, if not better.

Occasional drips of sweat were now falling onto me from Chris's brow and his shoulders as he continued to slam his penis into my hot pussy, steadily raising the level of our excitement

He was panting now and so was I for that matter as we both neared our goals and our limbs were grasping and holding each other. Our arms were at work; mine raking Chris's back while his hands still caressed and moulded my breasts. My legs were up and around Chris's buttocks, my heels gripping his thighs while his legs seemed to be gripping my hips as his penis continued to slide ever more quickly in and out of me. 

But the excitement and stimulation couldn't last - this just could not go on for ever, much as I wanted it to - there could only be one outcome and it was going to happen quite soon.

"Mum, Mum, I'm nearly there," grunted Chris between breaths, "I don't think I can stop now."

"Do it - cum lover, cum," I replied frantically, "I want you - all of you!"

"Yes Mum, yessss, yessss," he called back, his cock slamming so quickly into me, "Here it cums - cummming, cummming!"

With one final flurry; one final powerful pumping of his penis and he erupted, his cum squirting into me so hard that I felt it as it sprayed against my cervix.

"Ooh Mum - cummmming! Oooooohhhh fuck!" he growled as more spasms sent more spunk from his cock.

And at that moment I erupted too; that last spasm had sent me over the top; sent me crazy with lust for his penis; sent me off on a wild orgasmic ride that peaked and peaked and peaked until I had no more to give.

Chris's wonderful cock was still jerking and twitching inside me as I came down from my climax but they were the dying embers of the fire that had just burned through us both. And that fire had warmed us completely, to the point that I felt that we'd melded into one, become a single entity, not just mother and son.

"Oooooh Chris, you just don't know how good that was," I said, my voice soft and loving, "That was absolutely perfect!"

"You were super too," replied Chris, making his penis jerk more energetically inside my vagina, "Totally fucking amazing."

We looked at each other as we spoke and managed a brief kiss as well but we were both knackered - both worn down to nothing - for now...

Chris rolled off me exhaustedly, his slippery deflated penis sliding over my thigh as he dismounted; then he was on his back beside me, flat out.

I wanted to embrace him, to thank him over and over again and to tell him I loved him but I just didn't have the energy right now. Instead I found the bed cover, pulled it over us and drifted off into what must have been a deep and contented sleep.

But just before I slept a thought drifted through my head.

'And I didn't think he knew how to make love properly,' I thought, 'How wrong could I be!'



My Son Gets the Hots for Me! Ch. 03



Oh dear, this is only getting worse! It was such an innocent mistake in the first place but now we've end up taking a nude vacation together; then we had sex together; then we met another couple and had sex with them. 

The only good thing that's come out of that is that I now know where I want Chris to improve his technique. 

But what on earth am I saying? He's my son and now all I want is more!

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For the second time in a row I woke with a start, once again discovering a man's body next to mine, but this time I knew who it was. It was most definitely my own son - no way was it even possibly my ex-husband, thank heavens! Yes - he'd been a perfectly good husband for quite a while but now I was quite getting used to my son's loving ways. Already!! 

But instead of it being morning, the clock told me that it was just after six and I knew that was six in the evening instead. After our earlier exertions that sleep had been very essential...

But we were both hot and sweaty in our shared bed, the warmth of the summer sun just adding to the many calories of heat we'd both produced. I could feel runnels of sweat sliding down my thighs and slithering from my brow and I guessed we both reeked to high heaven after our lusty sex. A shower would be perfect now I decided, as I slid out of bed. I looked back at the bed and cast my eyes over my son as he dozed, seeing his sweet face...and down the bed, a raised tent where his penis was obviously erect once more, even in his sleep. I felt myself smiling as happy memories of our last encounter filtered through my mind; then crinkling my nose as the stale aroma of our energetic sex filled my nostrils. I cracked the window open a bit before I left the room. 

Before long, having no clothes to discard, I was under the pouring shower, the delicious cascade of droplets sending delightful thrills through my wickedly excited body. I luxuriated in the gentle warmth of the water, sliding my hands erotically up and down my still aroused body as I soaped myself all over, then bent to pick up the sponge that had become dislodged from its little shelf.

"Ooooff, bloody hell, Chris? Ahhh Chris!" I cried as someone grasped my hips - it had to be him. 

A moment or two later and something else poked me from behind; a blunt object that thrust steadily and solidly against my exposed wet and sensitive pussy.

"Ooooh Mum," came a voice from behind me, "Gotcha!"

"You bastard!" I said gently as I wriggled my rump at him, "Thought you were asleep."

"I missed you Mum," he said, as he pulled me towards his penis, "Wondered where you'd gone."

"Didn't damn well miss me - you stabbed me right in my...oooooohh!" I moaned, "With your...aaaaahhhhh! Careful..."

So much for a nice quiet shower...

I remained bent over as Chris's cock slid straight into my vagina, his hands already reaching around me to find and hold my pendulant breasts.

"Aaaahhhhh!" I moaned as his fingers tweaked my nipples, "Stop it - stop it - ahhhh, no!"

I've no idea why I said no, it was a kind of automated response that I definitely didn't mean. Instead I definitely wanted Chris to continue; to continue to twist and excite my nipples as well as to continue to push his lovely penis into my eager cunt.

"Ooooh Mum, that's lovely," moaned Chris contentedly, "You're so hot in there; like poking my cock into a bloody furnace!"

God, I felt hot too - already heated by our love-making and by the sun and now Chris, my own personal sunshine, had his red-hot poker stuffed up me as well.

"You'd better give me some of that lovely cooling cream of yours then," I managed to reply as I moved back upwards, my hands now supporting me against the shower wall, my ass still thrusting back against his cock, "Some of your son cream."

"Haha - son cream - I like that!" he said, chuckling happily, "How do you spell that? Then afterwards can I put some sun cream all over you perhaps?"

"Later, later," I moaned as Chris picked up the action, "Yessss, push, push, ooooh harder."

He was penetrating at just the right angle, or so it seemed; his penis was brushing against my G-spot - or at least against the part of my vagina that seemed to be the most excitable and sensitive - and it felt so, so good.

Yeah, yeah, yeah," grunted Chris as he continue to pound his penis into me, "Ooooh Mum, yeah, ooohh fuck, you're lovely, fuckin' lovely!"

"So are you darling," I moaned, jerking my hips back at his penis as he drove me to distraction, "Oooh Jeeez - you're getting deep in there!"

"Mmmmmm. Right inside you," said Chris contentedly, "Can't get any further."

The water sprayed down onto my back as Chris continued to fuck me, his hands still clutching and holding my hips to pull my body towards him and it felt wild and erotic - I'd never had sex in the shower before. Never done a lot of the things that we'd done lately, to be honest...

"Oooooh Mum, gettin' there - nearly there!" said Chris, his groin thumping against my buttocks steadily, "Ooh fuck Mum - ooooff, yeah, yeah!"

"Come on then, do it," I said, eagerly encouraging his orgasm, "I want to feel you pumping me full up."

"Oooh bloody hell Mum, it's coming, coming..." Chris panted, "Oh God - nearly there Mum!"

"What, already?" I asked, my mind suddenly in panic in case I couldn't cum as well.

"Can't help it - its coming Mum, right now!" he cried, his body shaking.

Behind me Chris remained powerful and solid, his legs made of steel and his penis of ironwood as he penetrated me until he exploded in a frantic final flurry of action.

"Cumming, cumming Mum," he moaned, "Ooooooohhh yesssss, yesssss, cumming!"

"Yes darling, yes, do it - cum, cum!" I cried, then, "Oh God, I'm cumming too!"

And I was - suddenly a frantic orgasm overtook me; a sudden burst of thrills that took off in all directions. Suddenly I found my legs turning to jelly and my pussy to liquid and I almost screamed as the thrills continued to shatter my world.

With a heavy grunt; a guttural sound that may have come from Chris's lungs but which felt as if it came from inside me - I felt the bursts of spunk as they filled my clutching, squeezing, sucking vagina, one after another. I lost count after four as my scrambled brain gave up - then returned to reality to find myself on my hands and knees in the shower with Chris's penis still well and truly embedded and still pulsating delightfully if somewhat weakly.

"Bloody hell," I managed to say, "What happened?"

"Think you passed out again," he said as he crouched over me "I'd better take my cock out and let you get up."

I felt the emptiness as his penis withdrew from my body and I remained kneeling there for a few moments before I was able to get up. Once I did so I turned and with eager arms I pulled Chris completely into the shower and under the water with me, our bodies meeting wetly and firmly.

"Oh lover boy, that was quick. And it was naughty," I said, smiling contentedly at him, "That wasn't fair."

"So?" he asked, a gleam of pleasure on his face, "Seemed fair to me - you were there with your ass sticking out, so what else was I supposed to do?"

"Glad you did," I managed to reply as my wet breasts squashed against his manly chest and his still firm penis brushed against my belly, "That felt good, really good darling."

We kissed, our lips finding each other's easily, locking wetly together. My eyes closed as the water continued to pour over us and I kept feeling lovely shudders run through me, partially from our kissing, partially from my stimulated pussy and partially because of the water, I think. 

But the water was beginning to cool now and I guessed it would very soon become cold, so I tore myself from Chris's grasp and turned the water off.

"Come on, let's get dry," I said, "Been in here too long... Don't want you to shrink!"

With that we moved out of the cubicle and stood on dry towels and for a little while we were silent as we both dried off our hair. Then we shared more towels and the pleasant duties of drying each other although I soon noticed however that while my breasts and pussy were dry, my back was still wet, as were my legs.

"And the rest of me!" I said as I turned round, feeling Chris's towel-clad hands immediately cover my ass.

"No - all of me, I said!" I admonished playfully and finally Chris did indeed begin to dry off my shoulders and my back and before long, my legs too.

"That's better," I said as he reached my toes, "Come on I'll do you too."

But Chris wasn't quite finished...

"Hang on. I just want to do between your toes," he said as he lifted my leg and I helped him by leaning back against the wall.

Then suddenly there was a warm moist feeling on my foot with quickly rising and delicious thrills emanating from my toes. I looked down to see the back of Chris's head as it bobbed up and down.

"Oooooh Chris," I moaned, "No, not my toes - oh God - noooooo!"

He was sucking my very sensitive toes, one by one; his inquisitive tongue sliding between each toe, tickling me madly, thrilling me excitingly. But it was delicious too and I felt myself shuddering all through, each quiver of pleasure quickly circling my body before centering on my core... 

I almost cried out; I almost orgasmed, but instead I had to concentrate on keeping my balance as Chris left one foot and then lifted the other. Then it all started again, the incredible tickling sensations that turned remarkably erotic as he found those sensitive places so far from my pussy. I'd entirely forgotten about so many of my erogenous zones, but Chris had found one of them!

Then he placed my foot tenderly back on solid ground and stood up, his eyes twinkling naughtily.

"Did you like that?" he asked and I nodded with delight.

"How did you know?" I managed to ask, but Chris just winked at me, obviously well pleased that his exploration had excited me. 

He tapped the side of his nose in a kind of sign language; "he knows!" he said.

I stroked his cheek softly, noticing that there was moisture still on his chest and as he began to towel himself I grabbed the towel from him and finished off drying his chest and then worked downwards, immediately finding his already newly erected cock.

"You're damn well insatiable! Come on, put it away," I said lightly, "You've had your lot for now."

"Ohhhhh," moaned Chris, "You know once isn't enough for me - can't you let me do you again?"

"Later," I said, avoiding any definitive comment as I held the towel, "Come on, let me finish you."

"Yeah Mum, finish me!" Chris replied, his rampant penis thrusting out at me, "Suck me off - anything!"

How could I refuse him? He looked so miserable and unwanted suddenly.

"Oh go on then," I said, "Just a quickie."

Still on my knees I reached up and grasped his penis, his lovely strong hard clean penis.

"Yesssss," he hissed as my hand started to move up and down his length, "Ooooh Mum yesssss!"

I just couldn't resist his penis; I was quickly becoming a slave to his cock. All he needed to do was to show me that lovely instrument of his and I immediately turned stupid and pliant and wet.

But at this point I ignored the sudden heat between my legs and concentrated on making my mouth wet enough for his cock to side in and out easily.

Even now, just days after our love-making had started I was almost as insatiable as Chris seemed to be - he'd awakened my youthful horny self somehow; rolled years off my real age. I was already willing to do anything for him, anything so that he'd let me enjoy his wonderful penis, anything to enjoy another exciting orgasmic ride.

My lips were now a nice tight 'O' that held his shaft firmly in place as it slid in and out of my mouth, driven by Chris's hips and by my head movements. Steadily we worked together as the tension in his balls rose and rose. Constantly I worked my tongue over and around his knob each time it was within reach of my tongue, deliciously enjoying the smooth slippery flesh, the soft wrinkling of his foreskin and not forgetting the small wet emissions of his precum every so often.

Emissions that seemed to be becoming more frequent as I sucked - emissions that tasted of so little and yet tasted so erotic on my tongue. 

Hot shudders were running through me and I took a moment of time to think straight.

'God, you'll be wanting to get back on the bed, won't you?' I thought to myself, 'You're turning into a proper nympho, aren't you!'

No longer did I care that this was incest; that this was illegal; all I knew was that I'd found myself a lover and one who was getting better all the time.

"Bloody hell Mum," Chris groaned from above me, "You're incredible; your tongue, wow! I won't be able to hold off for long..."

I released his wet penis only long enough to reply.

"Let it go darling, I want to taste you, please lover," I moaned almost frantically, "Don't keep me waiting!"

"Ooooh fuck Mum," he panted, "Keep doing that and it definitely won't be long!"

"Good," I mumbled around his penis, my hand working quickly, "Just let it go darling!"

Chris was panting now as his penis continued to slide in and out through my tight lips and as he concentrated on cumming. His eyes were shut, I noticed and his fingers kept clenching into fists, then relaxing.

"Ooh-ooh-ooh Mum, almost..." he moaned, panting quickly, "Don't stop - don't...ahhhhh!"

I felt his penis stiffen even more. I felt his body tremble. I felt a sudden extra hard juddering thrust of his penis. I felt it swell between my lips.

"Aaaahhhhh!" Chris groaned, "Yeahhhhh!"

A lovely gusher of warm sperm bathed my mouth, swirled into my throat. I swallowed quickly just as another discharge coated my tongue; then another.

"Oooooh fuuuuck!" Chris moaned as I took his load, "Ohhhh Mum."

Eventually I let his penis slide from my softening lips before catching his last oozing drops on my tongue. His cum tasted so delicious; so gently mild and innocent of anything acidic or nasty and I held the wonderful essence in my mouth as I stood up.

Chris was still now, his eyes still closed, his chest slowly rising and falling, his penis starting to droop for once. 

I closed in on him; my nipples, my hard nipples brushing up his chest as I kissed him tenderly before I stepped back and swallowed the last remnants of his offering.

Quickly he opened his eyes and scanned up and down my body, returning to look at my own eyes.

"Oh Mum, I'm so damn lucky," he said quietly, as he folded his arms around me, "You're the best Mum in the whole world!"

"Worst Mum," I replied, my face warming from the wicked compliment, "Having sex with her son - whatever next?"

"Well, you could let me sleep with you," Chris replied, his eyes twinkling, "Every night, I mean."

"I'm not a damn machine," I replied with a slight chuckle, "I do need my sleep you know."

"I'd let you sleep," he said, "Honest."

"Likely story; anyway the answer's no," I said firmly as I headed to the kitchen, "It wouldn't be right. And speaking of that, once we get back home you ought to find your own girlfriend; same as I should find myself a boyfriend shouldn't I?"

"Mum - I couldn't!" said Chris adamantly, "I only love you."

"And that's the trouble, isn't it," I said as I began finding the ingredients for our dinner, "If anyone found out, do you really think they'd let you love me, sleep with me, be my partner? No way - we'll need to keep our distance after this break."

"But we'll still be able to fu...to get together, won't we?" he asked plaintively, "You've gotta say yes!"

I smiled a wry smile to myself. There was indeed no way I could really say no right now because I too had become infatuated, infatuated with his lovely penis and his ability to turn me on. I felt so much younger now, alive again - and so much sexier (and wetter) too, I realised. 

And yet...we shouldn't be doing this at all...and I couldn't find the words to tell him the truth.

"Don't worry darling," I said, my lying words only spoken to relax him, "I'm sure we'll find a bit of time to get together."

"More than a bit!" he pleaded but then smiled broadly as I winked at him - as much as anything else to relax him further.

Then I let the subject drop as I concentrated on the food and Chris sensibly began to open a bottle of wine by way of a distraction. 

But inside me my mind was working hard. On the one hand I was trying to think how to arrange things so that I'd be able to make the most of his seldom-flagging penis...while on the other hand I was formulating reasons why our activity should stop.

We managed to eat a meal; a typical 'iffits' dinner of whatever I'd found in the fridge and cupboards; enough to satisfy our bodies, at least for now.

As we ate I kept putting together sentences to explain to Chris why we'd have to find other lovers so that we'd appear to be 'normal' but the words wouldn't come. 'Why can't I think?' my brain asked me.

Well, simply because I too would find it so hard to do without his loving, even after such a short time. Even as I sat there, visions of his hard, often erupting, penis kept drifting though my mind and my pussy kept sending deliciously squirmy moist messages to my brain. Visions that I adored and yet didn't want, just at the moment...

"What's up Mum?" asked Chris since I seemed to have gone rather quiet.

"Oh umm, nothing really," I replied wistfully, my concentration suddenly returning to the present, "Sorry darling, guess I was just thinking about you."

"Were you!" exclaimed Chris happily, "About us; letting me, letting us..."

I put my hand up to stop his runaway words...

"No darling - just the opposite actually," I interrupted, "I was just trying to work out how we'll manage when we get back home."

He stopped smiling in an instant.

"Oh you're not back to that again. Look, I don't mind sleeping in my own bed Mum, so long as it doesn't stop," he said and I smiled back at his pleading, eager face, a face that was about to get the smile wiped off it.

"Chris, my sweet darling son, we're not supposed to be having sex at all, never mind sharing a bed," I said firmly, "So this really needs to be a one-off fling - just while we're here and then, when we go back home, it's all got to stop."

"Oh Mum - what?" Chris gasped, his mouth hanging open like a fish out of water, "I can't believe you just said that."

"Do you want me to repeat it?" I asked but Chris shook his head slowly.

"No, no, but...but...what about...?" he spluttered but I held up my hands, palms outwards.

"About nothing," I said, "It's gotta stop, or else."

"Not even...?" he started but again I shushed him.

"No," I said very firmly, "Nothing more than a kiss and a cuddle; like we used to do."

"But Mum - how am I going to, you know, make me happy - and what about you?" he said.

"I'll manage; and you can just get back to the old hand job, can't you," I answered, watching his face fall even further.

"Oh come on darling," I said as I held my arms out to him, "It's not the end of the world, is it?"

"Tis for me," he mumbled as he buried his face against my shoulder.

As I held Chris and he held onto me, the delight of his hard body began to seep into my brain again. His naked body against mine was already starting to excite me despite the gravity of the situation while between us I felt the bulge of his still peaceful penis as it pressed against my belly. Almost immediately I felt warmth beginning to build inside me and then, after a deep shudder seemed to cause my pussy to shiver and vibrate all through, I felt a growing dampness at my groin once more. I screwed up my mouth and frowned as I tried to dispel my rising desire. And this was my reaction to a mere cuddle; how was I going to resist his rampant penis?

As if mind-reading, Chris turned his head and kissed my neck.




My Son Gets the Hots for Me! Ch. 03



"Love you Mum," he said, "I'm sure you'll do whatever's best."

And then he kissed my neck again and again, before moving his attention to another of my erogenous places, my ears. Suddenly he began nibbling my ear lobe and I heard myself suck in a quick breath as he stirred me up and not many moments later something else began to stir, something that was quickly hardening and pressing firmly against me.

"Stop it," I moaned, "We've got to stop..."

But instead of stopping, my hips automatically tilted, my traitorous body doing it's best to get his cock into the right position and Chris chuckled softly.

"Can't resist me, can you?" he said his breath warm in my ear, "Please can we have a bit of loving, please Mum?"

Then somehow he was getting me to move, my feet allowing him to guide me backwards into the bedroom until my calves met the bed. Gently he lowered me to the bed and climbed onto it beside me, his mouth quickly kissing my soft lips before sliding down over my breasts.

"Oooooo Chris, noooooo!" I moaned as he twirled his tongue around my nipple, "Noooooo - you mustn't!"

"Yes I must Mum," he answered, his voice vibrating through my breast, "Come on - we both need it, don't we?"

"Oh God, yesssss!" I cried, "Yes please, love me, just love me!"

Instead of answering Chris continued to arouse me, his tongue and lips doing wicked things to my nipples and deep inside me, before he lifted his mouth.

I thought he'd come up and kiss me again and my mouth was all ready for him but instead he sank further down the bed.

"Where are you go...ahhhhh!" I cried as his tongue slashed quickly over my clit, "Ahhhh, oh Chris, yessssss!"

But instead of staying at my clit he moved a little further, letting his soft tongue slide up my inner thighs, his breath sending shivers through me as he licked at my skin. His teasing touch seemed to go on and on; always near to but not on my pussy until I was panting with my need.

"Chris - come here, right here," I moaned as I desperately pulled his head towards my slit, "Stop teasing me - kiss my pussy, kiss me please, please!"

And then he was there; his now pointy tongue acting like a finger tip as it slid over my hot lips. Already I knew I was moist, perhaps even wet and his touch would soon make me far, far wetter.

"Yesssss," I hissed as his tongue probed into my vagina, "Ooooh, you bastard - ahhhh, stop it - come on, fuck me, fuck me for heaven's sake!"

But he ignored me and at last he reached my clit; my throbbing over-excited clit. His lips grasped the protruding flesh and pulled at it while his tongue wriggled deliciously over the tip. I was beyond words now; all I could do was to hold his head against me and thrust my hips up against his mouth...

And then I knew I couldn't stop - a huge orgasm was arriving; hardly unannounced but certainly very quick and very urgent. Instantly I felt a wave of lubricating juices flowing from my pussy just as Chris sucked harder at my clit and at that moment I exploded into a paroxysm of shudders that shook me all through; that turned me into a gibbering wreck. My hips were shaking and thrusting even as Chris held me down with his mouth, even as his hands came up and cupped my breasts.

I cried out in ecstasy, possibly even screamed as I lost control and slumped into a twitching useless mound of jelly.

"Ooooh Chris," I eventually heard myself moan, "You're wonderful, you're a wonderful lover darling."

"Hey, I haven't finished yet!" he said as he began to move up the bed, "I've got something down here you want!"

"What's that, darling?" I asked, my mind unable to think straight, "Is it nice?"

"Mmmm, you know it is!" he replied and at that moment I realised what it was - his penis - his hard, throbbing, rampant penis.

"Oh God - yessss!" I cried as he positioned his cock between my lips, my hot wet slippery lips, "Oh Chris, put it in me - hurry, hurry!"

He thrust firmly and I pushed back hard, instantly feeling my flesh spread apart for his insertion. Steadily he continued to push and after a moment when his bulbous knob lodged against my opening, his lovely penis slid straight into me.

"Ooooohhh!" we moaned in unison, "Yesssssss!"

Oooh, I wanted it alright; the feeling of my son's penis right up there inside me was perfect. He filled me so incredibly - filled me so that there just didn't seem to be any spare space in me, any more that there was any extra penis that was unwanted. We allowed our bonded bodies to soak up our pleasure before we looked at each other. Big happy smile abounded and Chris's eyes were sparkling, as I guessed mine were too.

We kissed briefly before Chris stared to move; to slide his cock outwards; then back into me as if testing to see how well we fitted together. Satisfied of a good fit he moved again and again, his penis like a piston as he pumped in and out of my pussy. Already thrills were spreading around my body to meet the remnants of my orgasm, each spasm reverberating and renewing and compounding my excitement.

He pounded on, his penis now pushing deeply into my accommodating hole, rubbing deliciously against my cervix and my G-spot, sending waves of my juices seeping over my thighs and between my legs. Momentarily I thought about the big wet spot that would be forming on the bed before another thrust brought me back to reality. 

With steady strokes Chris continued to thrust while I just lay there and absorbed his penis, letting his strokes arouse me further and further as our passion mounted.

"Gonna cum," I heard Chris groan, "Nearly there Mum, gonna cum soon!"

"Ahhhh, so am I lover," I found myself saying, his words having pushed me as firmly as his cock was doing, "Don't be too long..."

I was nearly there now; each stroke was enough and yet he continued to lift me higher. His actions were faster now, getting faster all the time and more and more ragged too. Our breathing was quicker, heat was flowing from us in waves and the powerful scent of our rutting was filling my nostrils as Chris's penis slammed into me; as my hips lifted hard against his efforts.

"Here it comes Mum..." he moaned, "It's coming - oh God, it's coming!"

Suddenly he froze; suddenly he gasped; suddenly he thrust hard and burst inside me, seemingly huge jets of spunk pouring into me; overflowing across my lips, drowning me!

I know that I yelled loudly, although what I said remains a mystery. I know that I shook and trembled and heaved my body everywhere. I know that I climaxed noisily and energetically and I know too that I passed out again.

And I know that when I came back to earth Chris was looking at me, a massive smile on his glowing, sweaty face.

"Wondered how long you'd be!" he said, "Guess you liked that, didn't you?"

"Fantastic," I said, breathing quickly, "Super darling, really, really super!"

We kissed briefly but we were too hot and sweaty even to remain as we were and gently Chris lifted himself from me and settled down beside me, his head on the pillow as he got his breath back.

I managed to reach the towel that I'd dropped on the chair some while before and dried myself, and then Chris's penis before folding it. I lifted my ass and pushed it under me to catch what would inevitable be a real flood of juices.

"Wow!" I sighed, "You're getting to be quite good at that!"

Chris laughed happily, all thoughts of stopping having vanished into thin air.

"I'm just reacting to your body," he admitted, "I'm exploring and as I find something you like I concentrate on it. Like your ears..."

"Ahhh, stop it!" I said, pushing his lips away, "I'm knackered - no more."

"Owwww!" he moaned theatrically, "Can't we do it again?"

"You're joking," I said, "I said I'm knackered, I mean it, so no."

I think that Chris was only joking because now he had his eyes closed and I let mine close too. The post-cotial doze was fast becoming the fashion between us...especially after four frantic fuckings this afternoon alone!

Some while later I awoke, feeling brighter and refreshed now. Chris was still there, still relaxed and even his penis remained deflated. I smiled to myself before leaving him there while I went and took a quick shower and while I did so our original discussion filtered back into my mind.

Yes, somehow I had to get it through to him that after this break we simply had to stop. Somehow I had to get myself to stop too - his penis was far too alluring for rational thoughts...

It was going to be bloody hard to manage to do without my wonderful son's lovely cock but we just couldn't continue to have sex all the time. Someone somewhere would find out, for sure.

I sat in the lounge once more, a glass of wine by my side as I pondered the situation. There really was no question - we had to stop, end of story...

The trouble was though that I wasn't entirely sure that I could do without him now. Sure, it had only been a few days but already I needed him, desired him, wanted him to pump that delicious tool into me.

I shook my head. No, the answer was 'no', a big capital 'NO'.

Some ten minutes later and Chris appeared, rubbing his tousled hair and blinking the sleep from his eyes before he noticed the look on my face.

"Oh Mum, you're not going to go on about stopping again, are you?" he asked as he sat on a chair somewhat formally, "Please don't."

"No Chris - I've made up my mind - I've got to say it; we stop or else," I said, "Just no more, at all..."

"What - not even...?" he spluttered, "Oh Mum - you're so bloody cruel sometimes."

"I'm sorry," I said, "I'm just being sensible. And if that hurts then tough."

He looked incredibly small all of a sudden and his whole body seemed to droop unhappily but I remained hard and resolute. Anyway, I was hungry now and left him to his misery while I prepared some food.

We spent a quiet evening together in our 'nest' but apart - Chris sitting out on the decking while I watched TV until it was bedtime, at which time Chris perked up again.

"Can we, please Mum," he pleaded, holding his erect cock up to me, "Just tonight - I really need it!"

Already his hand was caressing my breast and already I was getting turned on so I gave in.

"Come on then," I said more brightly now, "Just a quickie!"

With a happy cry Chris was upon me and very soon his penis was once again working inside me, delightfully and naughtily before we both climaxed together again.

How on earth was I going to do without his cock?

We slept but in the morning Chris was awake before me and was already playing with my pussy when I awoke and it took very little time before we were fucking energetically again...and so it went on...on and off all day! And that's not to mention the night!

Chris was as hard as a rock as soon as we got into bed - well, before actually and his busy fingers were exploring my body immediately. And I just couldn't stop him; I opened right up to him in moments when I felt his hands sliding over my breasts and down my tummy towards my pussy. And my own hands just wouldn't stay at my side either and it was only a few minutes after we'd laid down that we were busily fucking madly again, my hands now pulling Chris's hips and thereby his penis into me energetically.

Ten minutes later and I was riding him; wildly bouncing up and down on his thick pole that kept probing to the very end of my vagina. And less than half an hour later I awoke to find Chris's cock up inside me yet again as he spooned behind me and drove his cock into me once more. The only downside was that I then needed to get up and to try to get rid of some of his emissions because they kept leaking from my well-used pussy...

I need hardly tell you that we slept well once more and although he was erect when I woke, I left him to sleep in while I found some peace, my hands holding my morning coffee, my mind elsewhere. His entirely youthful energy was starting to become too much for me now, which just added to my resolve to stop our fun.

Somehow I had to say 'no' eventually - somehow there had to come a time when we fucked or screwed or whatever for the last time. Sure, a considerable part of me was telling me to ignore the other part but inside me, commonsense told me that sanity should prevail.

I let out a long sigh of pent-up breath as the truth dawned and as I heard Chris rise.

Soon he was emptying his bladder and splashing water around and then he was at my side, his own coffee in his hand.

"Thanks for last night," he said lovingly, "It was wonderful Mum."

"I know it was darling but it's going to stop," I told him, "It's not that I want it to but we've just can't live like this at home. Do you realise that we'd never get anything done! And it's wrong, so bloody wrong, even if we both enjoy it."

"Suppose so," he replied sadly, "Oh well Mum - it was fun - such fuckin' good fun while it lasted!"

We were both quiet for a while before I patted his arm and stood up, my still naked body glowing in the morning sun. 

"Ooooh Mum, you do look so bloody gorgeous," said Chris softly, "But if we're not going to have sex I wish you'd cover up."

I looked down at him, immediately seeing his penis standing hard and eager; immediately regretting my sudden resolve. For two pins I'd have just sat down on his lap and let his cock slide into me but my mind was made up.

"I can't cover up can I," I said, "Not here anyway, so you'll just have to get frustrated. Go and have a wank if you're going to get all excited."

He stood up and almost slunk from the room, his cock now still hard but now beginning to droop towards the floor. He looked back over his shoulder.

"You're mean Mum," he said, "It's not fair."

"I know it's not - it's not fair on me either, so don't be a pain, just do as I say," I said as I finished my coffee and stood up, "Come on, what're we going to do today?"

"You decide," he said as he closed the bathroom door, "I'm gonna be busy for a bit."

With the sun still shining - a delightful improvement on our usual British summer weather - I chose the beach but as I was gathering up some towels and sun lotion I felt a twinge inside me, a tight pulling up feeling inside my vagina. I frowned as I worked things out - I wasn't 'due on' until next week...so what was that?

A few minutes later and another painful twinge made me crouch slightly and put my hand over my stomach; these were all the signs of my period, but why?

Assuming that they were period pains, it could only be that the unaccustomed sexual activity had set things off early and I cursed under my breath, before smiling wryly.

Oh well, at least I'd have a genuine reason not to have sex with my son now.

Thank heavens I'd brought some tampons with me (I told you I always came prepared...) and quickly, there in the bedroom I inserted one, hating the dryness against my delicate flesh, just in case.

I returned to the lounge where Chris soon joined me, his penis somewhat reddened but no longer erect and I told him of my 'discovery'.

"Oh what!" he said with some feeling, "So no more sex? Not even this week?"

"No, that's it!" I exclaimed, "At least that's as good an excuse as any to stop."

With the towels in my arm I let Chris lead the way and he did so, but he was cold now, almost ignoring me.

Chris was out of the door and almost out of sight even before I locked up our 'nest' and I didn't even bother to chase after him or ask him where he was going. Instead I plodded down the path to the beach where I spread lotion over as much of me as I could reach and settled down to enjoy the sun.

The day passed; Chris returned - having been playing pool for several hours - and we eventually returned to our 'nest'. I tried to cheer him up but he was inconsolate; his whole body spoke of sadness and unhappiness with no sign of his earlier sexual desire.

Another day followed - and another and then it was our last day and at last I was free of the curse.

"At least I'm not pregnant," I muttered to myself as I took a shower, one that invigorated me more than showers usually do. 

Invigorated because I was clean again; a nicer smelling, nicer feeling woman with a renewed interest in life.

But instead it was necessary to be out of our 'nest by mid afternoon and on our way home by late afternoon...and back into clothes, for that matter.

I felt tetchy and irritable as I clad myself again - this week, despite my 'problem' had been liberating and enjoyable...and that was without the sex.

I shook that thought out of my mind as we signed out of the complex, paid our balance and settled into the car - and as Chris sat there moodily beside me on the way home.

I didn't blame him for his moodiness though - I guess that, in his shoes, I too would hate to lose my fuck-buddy... If it came to that, my own body was bitching about having to do without, but I'd been there, suffered that before.

While trips to somewhere seem to go on and on, as in "Mum, when are we going to get there?" our journey home seemed quick and easy, although not entirely painless. I drove the whole way because Chris remained crumpled up and looking entirely disconsolate the whole way, only becoming active when we pulled into our driveway.

And then he was out of the car quickly, standing at the door as I unlocked it, then pushing his way in and disappearing upstairs to his bedroom.

'Ah, the pains of youth,' I thought as I lugged our bags inside and cleared up the pile of (mainly) junk mail, 'Still, he'll get over it.'

I busied myself with creating a meal from what there was around, then called Chris down to eat. At least he came down, rather than remain hiding away...

As we ate; an almost silent meal, a decision came about; one that I'd been considering all week; perhaps for most of my life in fact. I hadn't planned our naked vacation but when I'd found out about my error a deep thrill had passed through me as I suddenly realised that I was about to live my dream.

And then I'd so enjoyed being naked that I wanted to do it at home now, hiding only from friends and various delivery persons - and the rest of my family, of course. 

There was something so liberating about being undressed around the house and our week of freedom from clothes had set the seed growing, so that now it was about to bloom...

That night, alone in my bed, I relieved a sudden need for an orgasm with my fingers - pointedly ignoring any thoughts about the penis in the next room. My self-stimulation was enough for tonight although even as I lay back afterwards, I felt the continuing need for more - perhaps even a cock inside me. 

I was about to enter my post-period days of horniness - I'd really have to steel my resolve...

But I'd managed to be firm about the 'no sex' rule so now I could also be firm about my next decision. Yes, in the morning I'd make an announcement to my son and he could take it or leave it but my mind was made up regardless of how he felt about it. 

As usual I was up well before Chris and as I sat and enjoyed my morning coffee I continued to plan the words and actions that would accompany my decision. It was the pinnacle of my dreams to do this and now was the perfect time to set things in motion.

But it had to be done formally; no way could I just 'do it' just like that, so once both Chris and I had breakfasted I dragged him to the lounge and sat him down.

"I have decided," I said imperiously as I strutted before him, "That I'm not going to wear any clothes around the house from now on." 

"Ehhh?" said Chris, suddenly waking from his somnambulistic pose and sitting bolt upright, "You what?"

"I enjoyed being naked all week and it made me reconsider a promise I made to myself some years ago...so now that I've tasted freedom, I'm going to go for it," I continued, as I prowled back and forward, "You don't have to look at me if you don't want to though."




My Son Gets the Hots for Me! Ch. 03



"Course I do!" he exclaimed, "Oh Mum, honest? You're gonna get naked again?"

"Yes," I said firmly, hardly noticing his eagerness, "Starting right now. Oh, and no sex and I mean it."

As I concluded my little speech I began undoing the buttons on my blouse, soon casting it aside and moments later I was removing my jeans. Inside a minute I'd stepped out of my panties and flung my bra down onto the pile of unwanted clothes, to stand there, proudly naked, proudly content at last.

"There, done it," I said, as I bent to pick up my clothes, "Oh, that's better."

I turned around to see Chris springing to his feet, his hands at his belt.

"It's ok Chris, you don't have to strip off too," I said disarmingly, but he wasn't listening now.

All his attention was in his eyes as they clung to me, while his mouth hung open.

"I've got to Mum!" he managed to exclaim, "Oh God - I've got to!"

With a mad flurry of limbs and clothes Chris divested himself and suddenly, there before me was his youthful body with that stiff exciting pillar of flesh jutting from his groin.

"Oh no Chris, I meant...no, what I meant was that, oh God, I meant I wasn't going to wear clothes...that's all," I spluttered, my eyes unable to avoid seeing his erection.

"I had to take mine off!" he said, his penis jerking energetically, "If you can so can I."

"Yes but you're not going to get all excited are you?" I said, "You mustn't!"

I was way too late; already his penis was dripping with desire.

"Ooooh but Mum, those tits, your nipples, I've gotta touch - I've missed you so much," he said as he advanced towards me, his hands and dick outstretched, "Please, just let me touch you."

I couldn't stop him somehow. I'd been entirely confident that the message had got through when I'd told him that it had to stop but now he was like the proverbially irresistible force about to steamroller me. 

On another day I could have just slapped him away...but I'd forgotten the weakness of the flesh, because now, in the days after my period, I was so exceptionally horny that I was simply unable to resist. 

All I could do was to gasp loudly as his hands clasped my breasts, gasp again and shiver all through as his fingers squeezed my nipples and then again as his hand descended down and over my belly. Instead of recoiling I felt my body pushing forward as his digits slid down past my trimmed fuzz and over my sensitive lips. I heard myself gasp once again as one finger found my clit, then eased itself between my quickly moistening lips.

"Chris no, no, oh God," I moaned as my hand reached to hold him to me.

"Please Mum, please," he pleaded, his fingers working in my hole.

"Oh Chris, oh God, yes, yes," I moaned again as my other hand found his erection, "Please, yes please, give it to me!"

All my resolve had collapsed in an instant; instead I was now backing towards the settee, dragging Chris with me, almost tearing at his cock in my urgency to have him. My hand was sliding quickly up and down his shaft while Chris's fingers delved deeply into my hole, both of us seemingly as eager as the other now.

But as I slumped back onto the settee and as Chris's fingers popped from my vagina there came a strangled gasp from Chris.

"Ahhhhh Mum - too late!" he cried, "I'm gonna cummmmmm!"

"Oh Chris yes, here, come here," I replied as I sat upright, "I want you, here."

My mouth was wide open now as Chris's hand replaced mine on his cock, his hand working as fast as mine had done.

"Cummming Mum," he said quickly just as the first flood of pent-up cum sprayed onto my forehead and down over one eye.

"Ooooh fuck!" he cried, "Ohhh Mummmmm!"

Another burst of son cream splattered over my lips and into my mouth before his jerking penis lodged into place where at least two more eruptions gave me a delightful mouthful to enjoy.

A sudden feeling of déjà vu swept through me as I realised that this was almost a repeat of how we'd started, less than a week ago...

With a last suck I let his penis slide from my mouth, then swallowed his offering, making a sexy show of my actions, complete with a big smile. Above me Chris stood there; one hand still holding his cock, the other held at his mouth. And with a big show of his own actions he slid his tongue over his pussy-juice sticky fingers before giving me a big smile in return.

"Sorry Mum, sorry I came so soon," he said, the smile still broad, "Still, that's got rid of that lot; I'll be ready again in a few minutes."

It was way too late to back out now I realised as I swept his cum from my face and sucked it eagerly from my fingers, way too late...

"You'd better be!" I said, "Oh Chris, I've missed you!"

"It's only been four days Mum," he said, "But I've missed you too."

"Didn't miss at all," I repeated as I finished off wiping up all his errant spunk, "You got me here, and here and in here!"

"You know what I mean," he continued, "I need you; I adore your lovely pussy; your gorgeous body and I love you Mum, all of you."

"Love you too darling," I said, as Chris came and sat beside me, his hands immediately reaching for my breasts, "Love your touch too...!"

I shuddered with pleasure, feeling the shudders gravitate to my pussy, my currently unused and unfulfilled pussy.

One of Chris's hands had descended to my lap now and I leant back against the cushions and splayed my legs. His hand immediately slid between my thighs, one finger now sliding back up between my swollen wet lips.

"Ooooh Mum, you're so hot," he said, "You need some more son cream, don't you!"

"Definitely!" I moaned as his finger slowly slid around my clit, "Ooooh Chris, definitely!"

"Do you want to lie down so I can give it to you?" he asked, "Should we get on the bed?"

"Yeah, yessss," I hissed as his fingers excited me, "Come on - quickly lover."

I went up those stairs two at a time I think and somehow threw myself on my bed ahead of Chris.

"Oooh fuck - come on, hurry," I groaned as my own fingers worked at my slippery pussy, "For fuck's sake put that lovely thing in me!"

And it was there - that 'lovely thing' was once again a stiff solid stem of hot flesh that was right above me now as Chris climbed over me.

"Please Chris - I need you, I need you so much!" I cried - before letting out a long moan of delight as I felt his penis nudge between my lips.

I could feel my hips rising urgently to meet his thrust; I could feel yet more lubricating juices simply pouring from me as I prepared to let my darling son put his hard penis inside me again.

"Yesssss," I hissed as his penis settled at my hole, "Push, be gentle, no don't - just push - push hard!"

"Ooooohhhhh!" we both moaned as his much-loved, much-needed penis slid inside me, slid in one smooth movement right up inside me, "Ahhhhh, ohhh, that's better!"

Our urgency gone now, we were once again able to just enjoy the wonderful contact between mother and son. We were united as one flesh now and it was as we wanted it to be. I stretched up and found his lips with mine and we duelled with our tongues for a few moments before allowing our wet lips to meet and adhere to each other. Happy humming noises drifted from us as we loved each other and as Chris's body rested gently on top of mine. My breasts were squeezed sideways by his chest, his pubes were tickling my abdomen and his weight restricted the depth of my breathing but those sensations were all part of our loving embrace, part of us being close together as mother and son should be.

But now his penis was becoming impatient; obviously unintentional jerks and quivers were emanating from down there as I eased my lips from his and drew in a big breath.

"Think your cock's ready," I said softly, "Are you going to love me now?"

"Love you all the time Mum," said Chris as his hips began to move up and down, "Want to love you for ever."

"Just the next ten minutes will do for now," I replied with a wink, "It's not going to take me long to cum."

Gradually, like a heavy train leaving the station, Chris gathered speed. Almost as if he was going through the gears his movements increased bit by bit; his penis now powering deeper and deeper into my wet pussy, his groin now crashing down heavily onto me, his breath coming faster.

"Yeahhhhh Mum, you're fantastic!" he said, "Fuckin' gorgeous, you are!"

"Mmmmmmm!" I moaned in reply, "So are you darling boy, so are you!"

We were both starting to sweat steadily now and his breath felt hot on my cheek. His cock felt hot inside me too but it also felt so much better than it had in those first few days. He seemed to know now where to excite me the most; the best angle at which to drive his penis into me; even the best way to use his fingers on my tits as he fucked me. 

And he was certainly giving me a good fuck - he'd learned a lot in a few days and with his youthful energy and his rampant penis he was sending me to places I'd almost forgotten could be reached.

He was learning how to make love to his mother, his eager sex machine mother!

I couldn't resist a naughty smile as I considered the situation.

I'd firmly intended to say 'no' - to stop all this activity once and for all - and yet here I was exulting in his youthful energy and his delightful penis.

'Now who is it who can't get enough?' I heard myself think...

There were sprays of sweat falling from Chris's brow now. He'd been pounding his penis into my still wet, still slippery hole for a while now and everything was rising - our temperatures, his crescendo and my arousal - and things had to reach their peak soon.

"Come on Chris, I'm almost ready," I said, feeling my pussy starting to vibrate and pulsate as my orgasm neared, "I'm nearly there..."

"Won't be long Mum, nearly there too!" he grunted, his hips still thumping his penis into me, "Ohhh fuck - this is good - gonna be a good 'un!"

"I know darling," I managed to reply as I panted quickly, "Sure is...ahhhhh, getting there, getting there!"

"Come on then Mum - here it comes...ooooh fuuuuck!" he gasped, "Here it cummmmms!"

With mutual cries of lust and delight we both burst; our twin orgasms turning both of us into twitching, jerking, thrusting, grasping marionettes. 

Almost out of control of our bodies we spasmed and screamed and erupted - then collapsed; Chris's hot sweaty body slumping down onto my equally hot and damp person.

Together, our bodies steaming, twitching and exhausted, we lay there before Chris finally lifted himself from me, our sticky bodies seemingly reluctant to let go of each other.

"Take him out lover," I said to Chris, reluctant but in need of some fresh cool air around me.

There was that horrible feeling as my deliciously filled hole became empty; as his penis slid from between my overheated lips and slithered across my thigh.

"Bloody hell Mum, that was excellent!" Chris exclaimed from beside me now, a huge smile on his face.

"Was good wasn't it!" I agreed, "You've improved..."

"Still need lots more practice though!" he said, still smiling.

"Yeah, true," I said, my mind remembering his penis, "Oh no - sorry didn't mean that."

"You what?" he asked, "That was the best one yet! And it'll get better!"

"No - I meant that you mustn't have sex with me any more, it's not right," I babbled, "Oh what am I saying?"

It was my 'good' side talking; trying to convince me that I could do without my son's lovely cock...but I couldn't, just couldn't.

Instead I reached over and smoothed my fingers over his quiescent penis, feeling it stir gently as I did so.

"Forget that I said that," I managed to say as I held his incestuous penis, "I need you lover boy, you and your super cock!"

"That sounds better," said Chris happily as he rolled towards me, "Give me a few more minutes and I'll be up and ready!"

Even now his penis was thickening again in my hand and I felt myself smiling. He'd got what I wanted and what I needed and I'd definitely got what he enjoyed.

"I'll be ready darling," I said, knowing that my pussy would always be ready for him, "Any time...!"

My son definitely had the hots for me - or was it the other way around!



My Son Had An Erection



I am a mother to my son Paul, aged 19 and my daughter Siobhan. I have been divorced for almost six years. This story is about my night I first had sex with Paul.

I was at a family wedding along with Paul, Siobhan and her boyfriend. Paul and I had booked separate rooms at the hotel that night and Yvonne was spending the night at a local B & B with her boyfriend. 

The wedding reception was well under way and for the most part, I sat with Paul having a few drinks and chatting away. Paul was a quiet boy and had a few short romances with several girls, but nothing serious.

We had been up dancing together in the early on in the night and with only about an hour left to go before the reception was over, the band was playing a number of slow pieces. Paul asked me up again for another dance and of course, I accepted his offer. I had never slow danced with him before. 

Paul was looking smart in his dark grey suit and I was wearing a light summery knee-length dress. I put my arms around his shoulders and he wrapped his arms around my waist. We danced slowly along to the music and as we did so, had a few quick conversations with the other people on the floor as they past by. We knew almost everybody who was there. 

The second slow song had just begun, when I looked at Paul and gave him a big hug, pulling him close as I did so. I realised straight away that he had an erection. I could feel it pressing against me as we hugged. 

It felt strange at first, knowing that my Paul was getting turned on by his mother, but he was a young lad and no as hot blooded as any other young male. When I got over the initial surprise of feeling his erection pressed against my body, I remember thinking to myself about how embarrassed he must be so I pulled him a bit closer and said to him that he might have a bit of bother walking back to his seat. He just smiled at me and I smiled back, pushing my waist forward slightly and pressing my body against his erection. As I did so, he tightened his grip around my waist.

As the slow pieces were about to finished, I tugged him gently and began to dance him towards our seats. When we were close enough to the seating area, I quickly turned my back and pulled him along by the hand so that he could walk behind me, hoping that would help to hide his erection until we were back in our seats. It all happened very quickly and I think it all went unnoticed by the other guests.

Safely back in our seats, we both took a good drink from our glasses to settle ourselves down. I was not sure what to say next, so, using the table as cover, I discreetly took hold of his hand and told him quietly that it was nothing to be embarrassed about, that it was normal and I had seen it all before. He told me he was okay and that he hadn't expected it to happen and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. I placed his hand on my lap and began to stroke his finger but more so as a comfort rather than for sexual reasons. Having felt his erection against my body when we were dancing, I admit that I was a bit aroused but again, that was normal to me. Since my divorce, I had never been with another man and therefore had never fulfilled my sexual desires except through masturbation.

Finally, the wedding reception ended and we all began to make our way back to our hotel rooms while Siobhan took off with her boyfriend. I wasn't feeling tired and neither was Paul, so I invited him into my room so we sit for a few hours and have a nice quiet chat together.

Paul sat down on my bed and I threw off my shoes. I wanted to get into my nightdress so jokingly, I told Paul not to look as I changed in case he would get too excited. He laughed as I took off my dress and with my back turned towards him I undid my bra before slipping into my nightie. It was a light blue coloured lace design that just covered the top of my thighs.

I went to sit down on the bed beside Paul and as I did so, I knew he was glancing at my breasts so as I climbed onto the bed, I knelt forward, giving him a glimpse as they dangled beneath my nightie which had now dropped down enough for him to get a nice view. 

When I sat next to him, I saw that he was getting another erection. This time, I was also becoming more aroused and I took his hand and placed in on my thigh. His fingers began to stroke my skin so I reached over and gently began to rub his erection with my hand. He was still fully clothed at this stage so I told him I would satisfy his urge. I knelt across his legs and began to unbutton his trousers. I could feel my nipples getting hard and I was very sexually aroused. With his trousers now opened, I pulled the front of his boxers down to allow his cock to pop out. It was so hard and stood straight up. It was a good length and nice to look at. I got off the bed and took off my nightie, standing there with only my panties on. Paul stood up and began to grope my breasts, cupping them in his hands as he used his thumbs and gently rubbed my erect nipples. As he did so, I began to undressed him until he stood there completely naked. I really admired his nice body and his soft smooth skin. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me against his body. My tits pressed against his chest and his cock pressed against my body. His hands slipped down the back of my panties and pushed them down until my ass was bare. His hands groped my cheeks and his fingers slipped between the crack of my ass. I felt his fingers pressing against my bum hole. Then he slipped back inside my panties and slid his hands around my waist to the front and pushed them down as far as he could. I opened my legs enough to allow them to fall to the floor.

His fingers reached between my legs and he began to rub my vaginal crack that I had shaved nice and smooth for the wedding reception. I could feel my sex juices running down the inside of my thighs as he teased my pussy. Then his slipped his fingers inside and I gasped as he pushed them in deep. I grabbed his hand and helped him work his fingers, pushing them in and pulling them back out faster and faster as we both became more aroused and mad for a good fuck.

I grabbed his waist and pulled him towards the bed. As I fell back onto the mattress, I spread my legs wide open and pulled him between my thighs. With his feet still on the floor and me lying with my legs apart and my ass hanging off the end of the bed, he slipped one arm underneath my waist to support my body as his cock went straight in, spreading my pussy lips apart and thrusting hard into my vagina. It was an intense fuck. His cock pumped my pussy like mad and my ass bounced up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. 

He let loose and I could feel the squirts of cum as he pumped himself load deep inside my vagina. When he had finally squirted out his last drop of cum, I grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled his face between my thighs. He licked my pussy and I could feel the mixture of wet sticky cum and sex juices being spread over my vaginal lips and my inner thighs as he worked his tongue between my sex crack, his lips covered in everything that flowed from within my vagina. 

By now, we had both satisfied ourselves. My vagina was beginning to dry up, Paul's cock had yet to recover fully from his earlier exploits inside my pussy and that ended the wild sex we had just experienced.

Paul climbed onto the bed and lay down on beside me. We hugged for a short while until he slid his body down and began to suck my breasts, nibbling and gently biting my nipples between his teeth, sometimes flicking or sometimes licking them with his tongue until he would make my skin tingle and I would pulled his face tightly against my tits.

Tiredness was now getting the better of us both. With a few nice warm hugs and some lovely soft kisses, we wrapped our arms around each other and fell asleep. 

I never in my life dreamed that I would ever have sex with Paul and that was our first time. It was a wonderful experience. We are both single and we both have sexual desires. Paul is still at home with me and Siobhan has moved in with her boyfriend. We do not sleep together at night but we do still have sex when either of us desires it and I will tell those tales of sex at a later date.

Olivia xx



My Son Had An Erection Ch. 02



Part 2: My son had an erection

The morning after the wedding reception, having had sex for the first time with my son Paul, I woke up in the hotel room to find him lying across my stomach, sucking my nipples and gently squeezing my breasts in the palm of his hand. It was a nice sensation to have first thing in the morning. I put an arm around him, pulled him closer and then reached down towards his cock. I took his erection between my fingers and slowly peeled back his foreskin. I began to massage his cock, rubbing and pulling on it until he started to thrust his waist against my body. I wanted to pull him between my legs again and feel his stiff penis slipping inside my vagina. Instead, I decided we should take a shower together.

As we walked into the bathroom, I could not help but admire Paul's firm and nicely shaped bum cheeks. I gave them a little squeeze. I was first into the shower and I turned the water on. As Paul stepped in, I took hold of his cock and used it to pull him towards me. I put my arms around his waist and gave his cute ass a good grope. My nipples and breasts rubbed against his chest as he kissed my lips. He reached for the shower gel, squirted it all over my body and began to rub me all over with his hands. I did the same to Paul until we had covered ourselves in a soapy lather. I really enjoyed the way he massaged his hands over my skin and the way he rubbed my breasts and let his fingers slip between my thighs.

Paul now had my back against the wall of the shower. He placed his hand between my thighs and raised my leg, holding it up as he somehow managed to get himself between my thighs and shove his hard cock up and into my pussy. I loved having him inside my body. He began to pump his cock in and out. I squealed with pleasure as he shafted my shaved pussy, forcing himself as deep into my vagina as he could go. When he could no longer hold back, he nearly lifted me off my feet and my back was sliding up the tiled wall of the shower as he thrust his cock in, harder and deeper until several bursts of his cum ejaculated inside me.

He held himself inside my pussy while he took a few minutes to catch his breath. I felt his cock slip back out as he lowered my leg. As we hugged and kissed again, I reached between his legs and began to play with his balls. He had quite a big sack hanging between his thighs and I had no problem getting a good grip.

It was time no to finish off in the shower and get ourselves dried and dressed for the day ahead. Naturally, we towelled each other off, hugging and kissing as we did so and enjoying being naked together. 

We booked out of our hotel and began the journey back home. The long drive gave me plenty of time to think about what had happened between us. I thought that maybe he might be a bit confused about whether or not we would have sex again once life had returned to normal. Therefore, that evening I asked if he would like to sleep beside me.

We climbed into bed naked and lay facing each other. I let him know how much I had enjoyed having sex with him and that anytime he felt the urge to have good ride, then he only had to come into my bed. I also let him know that he did not necessarily have to wait until bedtime. He could come to me at any time, wherever we happened to be and that I would always be willing satisfy his needs. I leaned over his body and kissed him. It was a very passionate kiss. We were both exhausted after two long days away from home. I lay on my back and wrapped my arm around him. Paul placed an arm across my chest and held onto my breast. He threw his leg across my thighs and with his erect cock poking at my side, we both had a good sound sleep. Naturally, it did not take too long before I would have Paul once again, lying between my legs.



My Son in Law's Text



It was late in the evening and I had just had a long hot bath and was now laying in my bed finishing what I had started while in the bath. My mobile phone went off letting me know I had just been sent a text. I had no idea who it might have been as I don't usually get any texts at this time at night.

I was lying on my bed with my legs spread and my huge dildo thrusting in and out of my very wet pussy while I was watching a porn movie. The phone could wait I thought as I have more important things at hand, namely masturbating with my dildo. I was so close to cumming and now I was annoyed at being disturbed at such a crucial moment. I began rubbing my throbbing clit again while thrusting my dildo in and out of my pussy again and was again on the verge of cumming when my mobile chimed again letting me know I had another text.

I had just cum as my phone went off a second time and had spoiled my afterglow. I pulled my dildo from my soaking pussy and placed it on my bedside table and picked up my phone to see who the hell was texting me at this time of night. As I opened the newest text I saw it was from my son. I was now immediately worried in case something was wrong and read what it said. 

"Delete the first text without opening it" 

As if I was going to do that I thought to myself. I scrolled to it the first text and opened it. 

"This is what's waiting for you" Was all it said then I saw the photo that accompanied it. 

It was of my son's cock and it was fully erect. It looked huge judging the size of his hand that was wrapped around it. It had to be at least 8 inches long and was tipped with a large purple knob.

I am fifty years old and have been divorced for a few years now. I am 5' 6" with shoulder length auburn hair and curvy in all the right places. I still have my good looks and like to wear tight figure hugging jeans which cling to my ass or wear short skits which are 4 or 5 inches above my knee which show off my legs. I have been separated from my most recent partner for the last 2 months and had not been fucked in over 2 months. 

My only pleasure is masturbating while watching porn was the only sexual release that I have had in that time. I do love cock, especially a big hard cock and my son certainly had a big one, the biggest I had seen in a long time. I knew my daughter was working away for the week and I thought what to do? Should I just delete, reply, wait or do none of those and just turn up on his door step? 

I guessed he'd been drinking and realised his mistake and had hoped I would get rid of the texts without looking at them that he had sent to me by accident. Or had he, it could have been deliberate. Having seen his big cock now I wanted it, after all he had invited me to come get it. I had often caught him looking at my legs and bum when he wasn't trying to get a look down my top at me 42dd boobs. I had suspicions that when he was in my bathroom he was going through my dirty laundry. I was picturing him sniffing my used panties or wrapping them around his cock and jerking off on them.

As I had already said I was not long out of my bath. I had shaved my pussy only this morning so I was still smooth down below. I could be dressed and at his front door in about 30 minutes and see his reaction. I'd play it by ear and perhaps tell him I had come to claim my 'prize' At worst he would be embarrassed, apologise and I wouldn't get to fuck his big cock. The more I looked at his cock pic on my phone the more I wanted it. I was still trying to make a decision when my phoned chimed again and another text from him flashed up. 

"Have you deleted those texts?" It read as I opened it.

"No" I replied with one word.

"Have you looked?" He texted again a few moments later wanting to know.

"Yes, I am considering what to do about it" I texted him back which I thought suitably ambiguous.

Before I had a chance to change my mind I had already fastened my suspender belt around my waist and rolled a pair of seamed stockings up my legs. I then put on a matching thong and balcony bra which struggled a little bit to contain my boobs. I then applied a little make up and a spray of perfume. Pulling on my highest heels and covering myself with a coat I put my dildo in my coat pocket and was ready to go out the door.

After a 10 minute drive I pulled up outside his house which was now 45 minutes after he had sent me his cock pic. His down stair lights were still on which was a good start to what I had in mind. I got out my car and loosened my coat as I walked up his path to his front door. After I rang the bell I put one foot on the step which opened up my coat so that I was displaying plenty of cleavage and showing plenty of stockings letting the gap in my coat open further. I was now showing off stocking tops and a lot of pale flesh. As he opened his front door I saw that he was wearing a dressing gown and was certainly not drunk. 

"I have come about your filthy text" I said trying to keep a straight face.

"Sorry about that, it was sent by accident. I did warn you not to open it." He replied letting me inside.

He didn't sound too sorry or look convincing either as I looked him straight in the eye as my coat flashed him my goodies.

"I don't think I believe you could have sent me that photo of your big cock accidently." I told him looking pointedly at his crotch.

"Have you come to give me a bollocking?" He asked failing to hide a smile as he spoke.

I decided to go for it; if he wasn't interested he could always tell me to leave.

"A bollocking? More like a complaint. I have come to tell you that you interrupted me. Do you know what I was doing when you sent those texts?" I said as he shook his head and I pulled my big dildo from my pocket and held it in front of his face.

"I was using this and you spoiled things for me so I have come to take you up on your offer as compensation. I like a big cock and I want yours!" I told him pulling my coat wide open.

As I stood in his living room I shrugged off my coat letting it hit the floor at my feet and standing with my legs apart. He first looked at my boobs then down at my pussy which was barely covered by my flimsy little thong and licked his lips. I moved my dildo between my legs and used the tip of it to pull my thong to one side. With my pussy now uncovered I began to rub the dildo between my pussy lips.

His expression now changed, lust and desire was now set across his face. As I sat down on his sofa I used my pussy muscles to hold my dildo inside me as I unfastened my bra and released my big boobs. I then slipped off my thong as I noticed his cock was now straining to be released from under his dressing gown.

"Get your cock out mister" I told him as I spread my legs resting one over the arm of the sofa taking hold of my dildo again and began to fuck myself with it.

Are you going to fuck me then?" I coaxed him pulling my dildo from my wet pussy.

"If I ruined what you were doing I suppose I should try and make up to you." He replied stepping a little closer undoing his dressing gown and letting it hit the floor.

I now got my first proper look at his very nice big cock. Any lingering doubts I had about having sex with my son were instantly forgotten. In the back of my mind I kept hearing this is your daughter's husband your about to fuck, but as soon as the thought came if vanished again.

I leant forward and taking his cock in my hand and in seconds I was sucking his cock. He was now holding my head while fucking my mouth. Pushing me back onto the sofa until my head was hanging over the arm of it. He moved to the side and pushed his gorgeous cock back into my mouth. You don't get to be a 50 year old tart without learning to deep throat. I let my head drop a little further aligning my throat with my mouth and swallowed his cock until he was balls touched my nose. He fucked my face until I turned my head letting his cock slide out of my throat and slip from my mouth so I could take a breath.

"That's enough of that, now it's your turn to go down on me and fuck me before I suck your cock again." I told him.

I moved until my ass was right on the edge of the sofa then spread my legs and rubbed my pussy lips while he got between my thighs. He lowered his face to my wet pussy and my clit a good tonguing until I was begging him to stop and put his cock in and give me a good fucking. I have had more than my fair share of cocks of all sizes not to mentions all sorts of objects too. I've had dildos, vibes, bottles, various fruit and veggies and even a baseball bat so I was able to stretch and take him easily.

He was thick enough for me to grip him with my pussy muscles as he fucked me deeply. He fucked me until unusually I actually came before they guy fucking me. He then pulled and rolled me over onto my hands and knees and took hold of my hair as he then fucked me hard, fast and deep from behind until I came again.

"Don't you ever cum?" I asked him.

"I've been saving it for somewhere else, grab your ass cheeks and spread them as I am gonna fuck you in the ass and cum inside it." He said as he slapped my ass.

I liked being fucked in the ass just as much as I liked my pussy fucked. I stood up and moved over the arm of the big chair a few feet away and spread my ass cheeks for him giving him a good look at my asshole. He crouched next to me while stroking his dick with one hand. He then touched my asshole with the fingers of his free hand which made me jump just a little. He then moved his fingers between my legs and pushed four fingers deep inside me followed shortly afterwards by his thumb. Now his whole hand was inside my stretched pussy and he started rotating it covering his hand in my juices.

"Fuck you have a big pussy. You must have had some cock. Let's see what your ass can take." He grunted as he withdrew his whole hand from my pussy which now felt empty.

I then felt his juice coated fingers now pressing against my asshole, two of which were sliding in and working my pussy juices into me. A third and fourth finger followed the first two twisting and turning stretching my asshole open. With his fingers still in my ass he dipped his dick into my pussy coating it also in my juices. He then pulled out and aimed it at my ass. He was now using the fingers of both hands to stretch my ass wide open. It was then that I felt his cock between his fingers and pushing into my asshole.

His cock was now almost all the way inside my ass and he just stopped moving for a couple of minutes till my asshole until I was used to him being in there. I grabbed the dildo and eased it into my pussy as he began to now fuck my ass. It felt great to feel his cock rubbing threw the membrane between my pussy and ass as I moved my dildo in and out of my pussy to the rhythm of his dick. Both my holes were filled nicely now as my fingers danced over my clit as he fucked my ass in earnest now.

He made me cum twice more as he fucked my ass close to 15 minutes before I felt him speed up and groan as his dock jerked in my ass and he finally came pumping his cum into my ass. Once he had stopped filling my ass with his cum he pulled out and told me to suck his cock clean straight from my ass.

"Not on your fucking Nellie." I told the dirty little sod as I made him wash it before I put it in my mouth and sucked on it again.

He must have fucked me three more times over the next four hours. Before I left I asked him about the texts and photo. He insisted it was an accident and that they were meant for my daughter, his wife. He also told me she was being fucked by the guy she was working with. He maintained that it was an accident me getting the texts and photo as he meant to send them to another woman he had been fucking. 

I am still not sure if he was lying or not but I have let him fuck me several times since our encounter and no doubt he will be fucking me again in the near future when his wife my daughter will be working out of town again.