24 comments/ 386166 views/ 57 favorites Tight Squeeze By: gentlemom I'm a full-figured woman. It feels right for me, and I'm happy with it. My breasts just beg to be played with, and I use them to cushion and cuddle whichever of my lover's body parts happen to nestle on or between them. My ass draws appreciative stares on the street, particularly when it's squeezed into the very snug slacks or shorts that I wear to display it proudly. I was 38 when I got divorced. After my 40-something husband chose to try life with his 20-something secretary, we sold our house and I moved, with our son Kevin, into a nice apartment. Kevin was 18 at the time. Raising a teenager singlehandedly is never easy, but Kevin was wonderfully supportive and helpful in that difficult time when our lives were changing in every way. His help was welcome when I needed a man's strength with something, but even more welcome were his conversation and companionship, his warm hugs and gentle kisses, and his shoulders to cry on. He was there emotionally with whatever I needed whenever I needed it. This was more than my husband had given me, and it was the main reason I loved Kevin so much. The kisses I shared with Kevin were often more intimate than is "normal" between mothers and sons, but I didn't believe that such shows of genuine affection could in some way be wrong. They weren't incestuous, I convinced myself. They were just fun kisses. And I liked being treated like a woman by a young man I loved very much. Kevin liked my sexy look and provocative teasing. He stared with hungry eyes when I wore revealing clothes, and gave me leering grins when he caught glimpses of me in just a bra and panties. He'd say things like, "Nice boobs, Mom", or "I hope you know how great your ass looks when you wear those heels." His rude remarks didn't bother me. They were much-needed reassurances of my appeal to the male libido. I pretended to ignore them, but I loved them, and he knew I did. I hadn't had good sex for some time. The solitary games I played with my battery-powered toy collection didn't keep me from missing the joys of a good hard fuck in the arms of a strong man. I began fantasizing about having sex with my son. Sometimes my fantasies were about me seducing Kevin, and sometimes they were about Kevin seducing me, and sometimes they were about one of us forcing the other into having violent sex. Such thoughts were powerfully arousing fantasies, and very useful as aids to masturbation. But that was all they were -- fantasies. Kevin wasn't a virgin when the events I'm about to describe happened. He'd had sex with more than one girl by the time he graduated from high school, but he complained that his girlfriends were disappointing partners because of their inexperience and lack of confidence regarding sex. Mature women had the qualities Kevin was looking for in a bedmate. But the only grown woman he'd fucked was the mother of a girl he was dating, and when the daughter found out about it his relationship with both of them came to a sudden end. I was 43, and Kevin was 19, when something happened that changed our lives forever. My life as an incest mom began on that memorable day. Kevin and I both had workweek jobs, but this was a Saturday and we'd been out shopping together. It was a chilly day, and I remember that I had on a bulky knit sweater and a pair of snugly tailored slacks. We parked our car in our apartment building's underground garage and walked to the basement elevator lobby, as always, to take the elevator up to our apartment floor. But on this day one of the two elevators in the building was temporarily closed for repairs. The one elevator car still in operation wasn't keeping up with the demand for it. A small crowd of people were waiting impatiently for it in the elevator lobby. Walking up a whole lot of stairs, carrying loaded shopping bags, was unthinkable. The car arrived and quickly filled to its capacity. I was surprised at how many people could fit into it. The passengers' mild protests and squeals of nervous laughter were evidence both of their temporary discomfort and of the sense of fun they found in this forced intimacy with strangers. Kevin and I chose to wait for the elevator's next run, and several minutes later we were the first ones aboard. Again a small crowd of people had gathered to ride upstairs. Kevin went straight to a back corner of the car, to make as much room as possible for other passengers, and I followed him. Everyone turned to face the car doors, as elevator riders always do. More and more people squeezed in. Everyone shuffled backwards in an attempt to make room for more passengers. I moved back until I could move no further. The back of the man standing in front of me was pressed against my front, and my back was pressed against Kevin's front. As before, mild complaints and nervous giggles came from the passengers as they adjusted their positions to ease the crush of overcrowded bodies. I half turned my head and said to Kevin, "Are you OK back there?" "I'm fine", he replied. "This is kinda cool." I laughed at my son's ability to enjoy our predicament. And then it suddenly struck me that my ass, the ass Kevin had so often praised, was now his to take, so to speak. And I was, so to speak, boldly offering it to him. The doors closed, the elevator started moving, and I quickly learned a few things about being in a very overcrowded moving elevator. First, the gentle rocking of the car makes the bodies of the passengers move against one another. Second, this involuntary massaging causes the passengers to become sexually aroused, giving the males erections which are noticeable to those in front of them. Third, people of both sexes will, once they get used to this pleasant contact, add to it with subtle deliberate movements of whatever parts of their bodies would most benefit from further stimulation. I felt the unmistakable growth of my son's cock, both in size and in hardness, against the stretched seat of my skintight slacks. I shifted my hips slightly, trying to avoid painfully crushing Kevin's trapped penis by allowing it to nestle in the shallow crease that the pants provided between my ass cheeks. I immediately felt the muscular buttocks and legs of the man in front of me rubbing against my belly and thighs. The raw sexual atmosphere of the moment gripped me. I felt a sudden rush of warmth and moistness between my legs. I let my upper body relax backward against Kevin's chest. My hair tumbled over his shoulder. I felt something hard pressing against my belly. It was the wallet of the man in front of me, bulging out his hip pocket. I found that if I pushed my hips slightly forward I could actually position that hard bulge against my pussy mound. Of course this was a deliciously naughty thing to do, so of course I did it. And it felt very good. I boldly thrust my hips forward to let the man's wallet probe my crotch, and secretly hoped he knew what I was doing. If this ride lasted long enough, I was sure I could have an orgasm humping that wallet. I remembered once hearing that "the size of a man's bank account is a more powerful aphrodisiac than the size of his cock." This man's wallet was very well endowed. I hadn't forgotten Kevin. I rotated my ass over my son's hardon. Behind me, Kevin groaned, "Oh shit, Mom." "Is my ass making you uncomfortable, sweetheart?" I whispered back to him. "Fuck no," he groaned. "Your ass is awesome." His lips brushed the nape of my neck and then licked at my earlobe. I hadn't felt this turned on in a long time, and the fact that it was my son's cock that was probing my ass crack didn't lessen my excitement in the least. In fact, it added to the pleasure I was giving myself by trying to force a stranger's wallet into my pussy through two layers of clothing. "I'm enjoying this as much as you are, darling", I whispered back to Kevin. My breathing and pulse rates were getting noticeably higher. The car stopped at a floor and some people got off. The remaining passengers didn't seem very eager to move apart from each other. The sexy little game we'd been playing was probably being played by others in the car. My hands and Kevin's were occupied holding our shopping bags, but that didn't keep us from moving our lower bodies. Kevin rubbed his cock against my ass more rapidly, and I rotated my hips in slow circles, masturbating my son with my well-rounded bottom. I gave up trying to fuck the man's wallet. I knew now it was the cock behind me that I wanted, and with that realization I became determined that Kevin's cock would be sheathed in my cunt sometime soon, maybe before this day was over. We might have continued dry-humping each other all the way to Kevin's orgasm if a few more people hadn't gotten off at another floor. Everyone moved slightly apart, perhaps reluctantly. There was an audible sigh throughout the car. The elevator reached our floor. Kevin and I stepped out into the hallway, and found ourselves alone there. Kevin was breathing rapidly and his face was flushed. His jeans front was tented out noticeably. I was panting a bit too, and I was sure my face showed the same signs of excitement that my son's did. We took only one step toward our apartment door before we could no longer resist the urge to continue our sex play. We dropped the shopping bags and were suddenly in each other's arms. Our mouths tasted each other hungrily, and our hands groped at each other's bodies through our clothes. We gathered up our purchases and staggered clumsily down the hallway, still kissing. We somehow made it to our apartment door. Kevin continued to squeeze my ass and grope between my legs as I struggled to find my keys and get the door unlocked. Once inside, with the door closed behind us, we were all over each other again. Kevin had a handful of bra cup up under my sweater and a handful of buttock through the seat of my pants. "My bedroom," I gasped. "NOW!" We staggered toward the bedroom, undoing buttons and zippers along the way. Clothes fell away and were tossed aside. My sweater came off over my head easily enough, but the tight pants were more of a challenge. I was still struggling to get them down over the fullest part of my hips when Kevin freed my breasts from my bra and began to kiss and suck my stiff nipples greedily. We tumbled onto the bed. I got my pants off somehow. Our frantic foreplay went on for awhile with both of us still in our underwear, but eventually my bra and panties joined Kevin's boxers on the floor. It was only then, with both of us fully naked on the bed, that Kevin realized he didn't have to take me by force. He knew I wanted him as much as he wanted me. He paused and took a long hard look at his mother's body. His face showed a wonderful blend of love and lust, the kind of look I'd wanted for so long to see on a man's face. I cupped my breasts with my hands and lifted them up, pointing my nipples toward him, and moved my thighs wide apart to give him a good look at my moist pussy lips. I was his, and I wanted him to know it. But I wanted to be in control of our first fuck. I positioned Kevin on his back, his cock standing straight upward, and knelt astride his hips, facing him. I looked straight into his wide-open eyes as I guided his cock to the entrance to my pussy. I teased us both for a moment, moving my son's cock up and down along my slit, and then I told him how much I loved him and lowered my hips to take him fully into me. I paused, to let both of us savor the precious moment. Then I moved my hips up and down several times, alternately almost releasing him from the grip of my pussy and then burying him completely within it. We were on our way. Kevin and I fucked like the crazed animals we were on that Saturday afternoon. Kevin played with my tits, which swung freely above him, and slapped my ass encouragingly. I made sure that the movements of my hips got his cock into those secret places in my cunt that needed to feel his presence, and when I felt my climax creeping up on me it took only a brief touch of a finger alongside my clit to push me over the edge. I let out a shriek and shook violently when I came, but I managed to keep my balance as I continued to fuck my son. A little later his cock suddenly got bigger and harder, he cried out, "Oh fuck yes!" and my son flooded my pussy with his warm sticky love cream. We had become lovers in the best sense. In every sense. I collapsed on him, and we kissed with passion as our bodies quieted down, still linked. There was so much I wanted to share sexually with Kevin, so many other ways we would enjoy each other in the hours ahead. And how about the days and weeks and months and, who knows, maybe even years, ahead? Even now, my pussy gets warm and wet just thinking about it. Tight Squeeze Slipping my hands down over the sundress barely covering Laura's tits, I felt her nipples stiffen through the silky material. I wasn't sure if that was a reaction to my caresses or to the sight of Bret stroking his semi-hard cock as he watched us. He was still naked, as was I, following our foursome. His wife, Denise, had run upstairs to shower off the load of cum I had sprayed on her ass. After fucking Bret, Laura had sucked his cock until he came in her mouth. I didn't realize that until she kissed me, and I tasted his sperm still on her lips. Now we were standing at their bar, Laura in the sundress, Bret and I both naked and both still semi-erect. Only now Bret's cock was growing back to a full erection as he watched Laura and me in our little CFNM scene. She was facing him and leaning back against me, grinding her ass against my rebounding erection. My hands found their way down her body, to her mons. I stroked her through the dress, and felt the nub of her clit protruding through her lips. She always enjoyed watching me jerk off, and now she watched Bret intently as he masturbated, and was obviously liking it. She reached back to grab my hardon and squeezed my shaft. I started pulling up the material of her sundress, working the hem ever higher on her thighs. My cock tingled at the thought of showing Bret her naked twat. Even though he had seen it already, had explored it with his fingers, had sucked it, had fucked it, the thought of exposing her to him was still maddeningly hot. I worked her dress up until her swollen womanhood was barely covered. I paused there briefly and Bret watched, his anticipation showing in the clear drop of cum forming at the tip of his shaft. I slowly lifted the hem of her dress until her dripping snatch was completely exposed to his gaze. I continued to pull the dress up, stopping again at her waist so that she was momentarily standing in front of him bottomless, just because that's so sexy, then finally pulling it up over her tits and completely over her head. Now fully nude in front of Bret, she had both hands behind her, stroking my shaft and cupping my balls. My pre-cum was leaving wet streaks on her naked ass, lubricating my dick as it rubbed against her. I slipped two, then three fingers deep inside her, spreading her lips for Bret's viewing pleasure. On a whim, I reached around her and took Bret's cock into my other hand. I had briefly played with it when the four of us were fucking earlier. He was lying on his back caressing Denise's face as she sucked me, his fingers exploring the point where my dick met her lips, barely touching my shaft as it slid in and out of his wife's mouth. I took that as a sign that he wasn't the type to freak out at male to male contact, and I let my hand dangle so that my fingertips lightly caressed his balls. He didn't object so I took his erection in my hand and stroked him while his wife blew me. Later, he had held our cocks tightly together as the girls took turns sucking both of us at once. So I figured he was ok with me playing with him now, and I was right. He thrust his cock into my hand, moving his own hand to his balls while I worked his shaft. Laura moaned as she watched me jerking his cock, obviously liking what she was seeing. We had talked about it before, but we had never been with a guy that was comfortable with that kind of play. Once before during a foursome, I had guided someone else's cock into her pussy, but she was too engaged with the guy's wife to notice his dick in my hand. And he was much more interested in fucking Laura than having me play with his cock. When I told her about it afterward, she got very excited and since then had talked about watching me with a guy. Now she seemed to really enjoy watching me masturbate Bret. She rubbed her fingers over his cockhead, collecting precum. Then with a devilish grin, she turned to me and rubbed her slippery fingertips over my lips. I could taste Bret's cock, and feel the wetness of his cum on my mouth as I licked her fingers clean. I pulled his cock closer to her, and spread her labia, exposing her clit. I gently pulled him toward her and pushed her forward until his erection touched her slit. I rubbed the tip of his manhood on her swollen clit, and I could see the head getting shiny with Laura's wetness. I explored her opening with his hard dick, pushing and pulling it into her labia and over her clit, using it like a sex toy. She maneuvered my shaft between her legs from behind and I thrust my cock forward between her pussy lips until I felt the electric sensation of the tip of my cock meeting Bret's. Bret and I pushed our cocks together as we each explored Laura's wet cunt with our erections. Two men and one woman, squeezed together, our genitals all in wanton, wet contact. Bret leaned down and started tonguing and licking Laura's nipples. His cock slipped from my hand as he leaned further down to work his tongue over her naked body. I continued to rub my cock against her pussy. Bret's mouth reached the wet warmth between her legs, and his tongue explored her swollen pussy lips and her waiting clit. His tongue was now where his cock had been moments before, and just like the tip of his cock had, the tip of his tongue played against the end of my now fully erect cock. He seemed to be enjoying giving me oral stimulation so I pushed further, until the entire head of my cock protruded from between Laura's thighs. My cock is fairly long, and I kept pushing until it stuck out a couple of inches, as if Laura had her own hard little dick. He wrapped his lips around the head of my cock, gently sucking me from between her legs. Laura put her hands behind Bret's head as he sucked us both. It was then that I realized that the hand that was playing with my balls was Bret's. Laura leaned back against me and I cupped her breasts as Bret licked and sucked us both. "I want to fuck him again", she hoarsely whispered to me. I should probably tell you about Bret's cock. It was about average in length, maybe a little shorter than average. Certainly shorter than mine. The head was also pretty average. But when he got hard, the shaft was unlike any erection I had ever seen. It was shaped like a traffic cone. It was huge at the base, and tapered down to a normal sized tip. Laura said that his cock entered her easily, but as he thrust in and fucked her more deeply, the base started to stretch her cunt until she felt completely full of cock. When he had fucked her earlier in the evening, I was playing with her clit and then tried to slide a finger into her pussy, something that I know she enjoys while she's fucking. His cock had stretched her pussy so tight that I could barely get a finger in. She was clearly enjoying having him inside her, and she came loudly as he pounded her from behind. I knew she wanted to feel that cock in her again, and I love watching her fuck, so I suggested we move to the couch. Bret sat down and leaned back, his erection standing straight up on full display. I turned Laura around so that she straddled him and I dropped to my knees in front of her. She stood between us, her legs spread, Bret and I right at the level of her crotch. She was very turned on and her pussy lips protruded well beyond her slit, hanging down in beautiful wet folds. I held Bret's cock upright and guided her as she squatted down on his erect member. I stopped her just when her pussy reached his cock and leaned forward to thrust my tongue between her lips and the dripping tip of his cock. I could taste them both as I first licked into her pussy and then slid my tongue down his length to his balls. I lowered her onto him slowly, watching his cockhead disappear into her vagina, then his shaft as it gradually slid into her. Her pussy lips spread more and more to accommodate the increasing thickness of the cock sliding deeper into her pussy. She moaned softly as he fully penetrated her, the large base of his cock stretching her cunt, his balls caressing her clit. I kissed her deeply as she fucked him, and played with her nipples, which were bouncing up and down as he thrust inside her. She pushed me down, and I knew she wanted me to lick her while she fucked. I moved down her writhing body, swirling my tongue over her tits, and then her belly. Reaching her waist, I gently pushed her back against Bret. She leaned back against him and he cupped her breasts as he fucked her. I moved down to her pussy and just watched for a moment. Her legs were spread wide, and her pussy was completely open, Bret's cock buried deep inside her, his balls hanging below her. Her pussy lips seemed to grip the enormous base of his shaft, and they moved back and forth as he slid his cock into her in deep thrusts. She looked down at me with pure lust as she fucked Bret. Her erect nipples peeked out from between his fingers and she made sweet animal noises as she rode his hard cock. I leaned down and kissed her pubic mound, and slid my tongue down to her clit. She groaned as I licked her wetness. I sucked her hard little nub for a minute, then let my tongue wander down to Bret's shaft. I licked and sucked the base of his cock and his balls, then worked my way back up to Laura's clit. I started working back and forth, getting into a rhythm, licking between them, paying special attention to the spot where his shaft was rubbing against her clit. I could taste and smell a heady mix of her pussy and his cock as they fucked. My tongue worked steadily, drawing a line between her clit and his balls. I rose back up and kissed her. She sucked my tongue deeply, savoring the blended flavor of her pussy and Bret's cock in my mouth. The tip of my cock was just touching Bret's balls and she reached down and positioned my cockhead against her clit. I started grinding my cock against her occupied pussy, rubbing my shaft on her hot button and grinding my balls on Bret's sac. She extended her grip so Bret's cock was included in her grasp. Rising up slightly, she freed Bret's manhood from her pussy and squeezed our cocks tightly together. She lined up our shafts with her wet opening and slowly lowered herself onto us. We all groaned in unison as our cocks simultaneously entered her. She gently pushed down onto us, her pussy lips stretching as we fucked her more deeply and the large base of Bret's cock squeezed more tightly inside her. She managed to get us both in all the way, our cocks packed tightly inside her pussy. The look on Laura's face was one of pure lust, and maybe a little pain as she tried to accommodate multiple dicks in her hole. Recalling the difficulty I had inserting a finger into her while she was fucking Bret earlier, I was concerned about hurting her, but she seemed to be having the time of her life. Bret and I started to move back and forth inside her, finding a rhythm so that we alternated thrusts. This motion accentuated the friction on my cock as it slid against Bret's, both of us held tightly in the grip of Laura's cunt. We picked up our pace and Laura began what I recognized as her pre-orgasmic squirm, wiggling and grinding her pussy and ass against Bret and me. She shuddered and I pinched her nipples as she climaxed. She let out a squeal, and there was a lustful groan that was definitely not Laura. Bret and I both turned in the direction of the new sound to see his wife Denise seated on the armchair, watching us. Her legs were draped over each arm, her pussy spread wide, one hand vigorously rubbing her clit while she finger-fucked herself with the other. She was bucking wildly, obviously in the throes of her own self-induced orgasm. The sight of Bret's gorgeous wife masturbating was enough to send me over the edge, and I slammed Laura's pussy as I began to cum. Bret grabbed Laura's hips and began to spasm as he and I dumped a well-blended load of sperm into her. We gradually wound down, and I slumped onto Laura as she laid back on Bret, still grinding her wet crotch against us. Denise came over and sat on the couch next to us. She slipped her hand between Laura and me and felt the wetness where Bret, Laura and I were still joined. Our cocks were starting to relax, and the squishy feeling of Bret's cock and Denise's fingers against my cock, all inside of Laura's cum-filled pussy, was divine. "I'm jealous," Denise whispered. "Don't worry," her husband replied, "tomorrow it's your turn." And it was. But that's another story.