12 comments/ 91128 views/ 59 favorites Alana's Son By: qualitywheat Hi there, my name is Alana Michaela Curry; I am 40 years old, almost 41. I am married, have two children, a daughter at college and my son who will be attending later in the year. I am I think, what you would call a normal every day married woman and wife. I don't work, I've never needed to as my husband has a good job in construction, and he's a top manager. I never wanted to work either; all I ever wanted to be was what I now am. I have friends whom I meet on and off, have a good social life when I want it. But there is nothing I love more than filling my day with my house wifely deeds. Let me tell you about me, as I said I am going on 41, I am tall and slender, about 5ft 9" I weigh about 120lbs. I have a lovely body and I know that because I am a woman, I have no spare fat. I don't smoke, drink little and among house work I have a bit of an exercise routine just to keep me in shape. I am good looking rather than beautiful, but my main asset is, I am glamorous, and elegant in every thing I do. It is all natural, I never set out to walk the way I walk, or move the way I move, or even 'look' the way I look. Ever since I was young I slipped and slid, 'sashayed' my mum would say. I never practised anything, what I had and have is all Mother Nature and God given. I have longish auburn hair that I love, I part it in the middle simply because Ron, my husband, likes it that way, and I agree too it suits me, it suits who I am. It's wavy too and extremely natural, I don't have to do lot to it to get what I want from it. And all this adds to my persona, my aura if you like. The only concession I will make to my appearance is my dress sense, I learned a long time ago that dressing well was an essential thing for a woman like me to do, and over the years I have perfected it, so now, even if I am in the garden I look good, even with a dirty smudge on my roman nose I look the part. And I know I am lucky too, I could wear a sack and it would fit me to the ground, I would look good, though I have never tried it. There is nothing I like more than getting dressed up if we are going somewhere posh, or a big dinner, a party, a wedding, it doesn't matter to me. I make the effort and if I'm not the best dressed and best looking woman there, I'm an equal first. Don't get me wrong I'm not vain. I don't huff and puff, or be jealous in any way. I don't stare at someone who looks as good as me, but I do take note for next time. So back to me, I have told you I am in my opinion a normal loving house wife, with the obligatory two children. Everything about me and my life screams normal, except for two things, well three really but I'll come to that bit later. I have been married for just over twenty years, and for the most part we have been a team, me and Ron, him and me against the world. I love him, and he loves me, I make sure he does, and our sex life is probably what most other twenty year married couples are like. A bit hum drum here and there but 70% better than good even now. So why have I been unfaithful twice? Well the first time was completely opportunistic on my seducers part of this little story. It was about fifteen years ago, Ron was at work, and he was sending a man to our home to pick up something from his desk to take to a site meeting. I hurriedly made myself into the lady I am and waited. And when I saw his car pull up I got an inexplicable tingling in my belly. I was going to be alone with another man in my house and I got all girly. The tingling is my indicator that I'm horny; I always get it when I get sexually excited, but why I had it now is impossible to explain. I met the man at the door, who it turned out I knew already, as I had met him at a two or three functions with Ron. He was a little older than me and his name was Tony. I asked him in and immediately asked him if he had time for a coffee, he told me he would be delighted as he had all the time in the world. "I used this trip to here as an excuse to get out of the office and play truant," he laughed. I giggled along with him. "My isn't he good looking?" I asked myself. My horniness attacked my brain. When I had met him previously I picked up the vibes that he fancied me, found me attractive. I do get a lot of that and dismiss it, but the memory of his eyes on me flooded into my head. I actually felt giddy near him. Don't get me wrong I never played to him, I wasn't flirting I was just being accommodating, I was about to find out how accommodating I could be! His eyes told me he still wanted me more than he should, I looked into them as he looked at me. I don't know to this day if my glance told him anything, that I was flirting with them, that I might be susceptible to a pass. He went to my husband's study got what he wanted and was back with me in an instant. I was stood near the percolator, and he came to stand next to me, and this unnerved me. I got more excited, the tingly in my belly sounded like church bells on a Sunday morning to me. I had a blouse on, a simple cotton one and a skirt that was about 3" or 4" above my knees. I like short skirts because I have got good legs, and a pair of 3• heels which almost made me his height. I felt my face flush, what was wrong with me, why was I like this? To be sexually aroused because there is another man in my house, I was alone with him, and he was stood near to me. I could smell him and he smelled good too. He asked me if I felt alright, I looked at him, his eyes bored into mine and he held my gaze. I felt like a rabbit trapped in head lights, no man had ever had this kind of effect on me and especially as quickly as he had, and I was nonplussed by it, and of course I was turned on sexually too now. "Alana?" he repeated, I just stood there open mouthed, my nipples were dingalinging, my lips were burning me they were so hot and filled with blood, my vagina was doing somersaults. I must have given him some sort of signal, or he just took a chance I don't know. But the next thing he was right next to me, he put his arm around my shoulder, turned me to him and he kissed me, simple as that! If I hadn't had my hand on the counter top helping to hold me up, I would have fallen down I really would. I did nothing to stop him, he kissed me harder and longer, he was up against me and I could feel his hard body against mine. It was more than I could bear, I melded into him, wrapped my arms around his waist and I was on my way to being unfaithful to my loving husband with his work colleague. He moved slightly and then his hand cupped my left breast, his finger tips rattled my hard and prominent nipple; I hugged myself closer to him. His cock was pressing right into me where it mattered; well I suppose it mattered more to him because it took me sense of equilibrium away from me. I wanted him; I wanted to make love to him, to feel him in me and even better, on top of me. Of all the ways there is to make love, to be screwed, fucked, call it what you will, my most favourite position was underneath, man on top and me getting battered, twatted, hammered, fucked and done over like a kipper, give it to me that way each and every time. The next thing I knew was he took complete control, there was no time for me to even think of changing my mind, he pushed me forcibly on to the kitchen table, ripped open my blouse, quickly followed by my skirt being yanked up. My panties were ripped away, I heard his zip and then he was ramming a thick cock into me. I was transported to heaven immediately; he leaned over me, his eyes daring me to blink. Tony drove at me; I managed to get my legs over him as he humped me so hard. I gripped the edge of the table and he went at me like a steam hammer. I came in no time and then I came again, followed by more orgasmic detonations. He was holding me by my upper arms as his face contorted with the effort he was making, and then he grunted, half stopped, then blew me away with one giant crushing blow with his prick and he dumped a ton of cum right into me. He stayed still for a few moments, then he leaned down, kissed me tenderly and said. "Wow Alana, that was better than I could ever have wished for and even more than surprising, you are just utterly sexy and so so irresistible." If he had tried, he couldn't have said anything nicer or better. I stayed where I was, I honestly didn't want him to pull out of me, and he bless him, didn't. What he did do was pick me up, and without giving me a chance for any protest carried me upstairs to my bed where he fucked and screwed me the way I told you I love to be fucked and screwed, on my back, and at his mercy, and let me tell you, he showed no mercy either. I didn't hear or see him leave, I woke up and he was gone. I was terribly sore, but so satisfied and contented. I rose, showered, and went down stairs, there was no sign he had ever been in my home, let alone in me. I smiled to myself and started gathering my thoughts, I decided there and then that this would never happen again, it was too dangerous, he was my husband's work colleague. I knew we would cross paths again in the future but I would never acknowledge it. He did call me a few times after but I made it very plain there would never be a continuance, it was a one off and never again, he gave up and that was the status quo. The second time I was unfaithful was about 4 years ago and with the husband of a friend of mine, dangerous ground or what. But again it was purely opportunistic on my part. My husband was away for the week, it was a bright sunny Tuesday. I had gone into town and had taken a taxi because I intended to have lunch with a friend and knew I would have a glass of wine. I was sat waiting for her, and Greg, my friends husband shouted at me off the street, he walked over, and sat with me while my friend arrived for lunch but she didn't, so I had lunch with Greg instead who told me Jenny, his wife, was at her mother's for the week as she was not well, and he had taken the week off to see to the kids whilst she was gone. We chatted and I really enjoyed myself, and had two glasses of wine instead of the one. He offered to drive me home and on the way asked me if I wanted to stop off at his for a coffee as we would pass his house on the way to mine. And that tingle which had been niggling at me all the time we had spent in the bistro called to me once more. "Why not Greg, nice idea, yes lets," I told him, and the look in his glance told me he was thinking of something else. "Don't Alana, say no and go home, you know what's likely to happen once you set foot in his house and you are alone!" I shouted in my head, but the bells ringing from my vagina was having none of that. Whilst the mini argument was going on and my common sense was losing drastically he was stopping the car and we were getting out. As soon as we got in he took my coat and kissed my neck, in seconds we were on the carpet in the hall and our clothes were disappearing at a rate of knots. We had fast hard sex on the rug, I could feel the abrasions on my back as I was humped back and forth, I came, (twice) he came and we giggled like naughty children. "Come on Alana let's take this upstairs," he said, we hurried up and had a race to see who got into bed first. We were soon making love again, it was furious; neither of us could get enough of the other, manic maybe a better word. We had fantastic mad sex, I came many times, but time wasn't on our side, he had to go for his kids and I had to be home for mine. He asked me if I was doing anything special tomorrow. I told him no and that I would call round for that coffee he had promised me and I never got. "What time will you be here?" he asked with a loving kiss, my heart along with the rest of me melted. "About 10 o'clock, will that be okay?" I answered. "That will be just great Alana," he said, we got dressed, one more kiss, into his car and he raced me to my home. I was breathless going into my house, and it wasn't from rushing, it was from the fabulous fucking I had undergone, unintended or otherwise, nothing had been further from my mind. And I had screwed him good too, and he knew it. Tomorrow was Wednesday, so although I hadn't calculated it yet meant that I also would have at least Thursday and Friday with him too if I wanted to. And that's what happened, for the next three days we fucked and screwed like rabbits at his house in school hours. I was kind of sad when time came to say our goodbyes, there was no way we could carry on we both knew that. And I was glad in a way too, I do love my husband so why I had done twice what I had done still baffled me. But I also knew I had never planned it to happen, as I say, both events were opportunistic as far as I was concerned. I put them to the back of my mind but I will always treasure my illicit moments with both men, and they were both real men, and marvellous lovers in every sense of the word. I am not a promiscuous woman, I asked myself those same questions lots of times and I came up with the same answer every time. 'No I was not, simply because I would never ever 'put it about,' never!' So I slipped back into my world of safety, I have to admit that I did wonder from time to time if it would ever happen again, the answer had to be a no, why? Because I would know, be aware of it, and control my urges. So four years later here I am, and I have another lover, and it came from a completely unexpected source. It blindsided me totally, and it was because I already loved him with all my heart. Step forward Peter, my 18 year old son! Peter had always been the apple of my eye, I love Natalie, my daughter too, but not like I loved Peter. It may seem wrong to even say it never mind feel it, but there you are, it is what it is. He is a very good looking boy, well I would say that wouldn't I you say, well yes I would, but he is too. And from an early age I would always say to him. "Peter my darling boy, I love you so much, if you ever want anything and it's within my power to do it for you, or give it to you I will. No hesitation at all okay?" he would smile and nod his head. Little did I know that it would be my determination to always do for him what I had said I would do that took me to where I am now, constantly and wonderfully underneath of him. It all started one week when his father was away for a few days. Peter was going to college later in the year; his older sister was already there so it was just Peter and me at home. We have as you can guess always been close, lots of hugs and kisses, closeness, touchy feely, you name it we were it. I had felt his manhood at times when we hugged. I would smile to myself, and have to say it gave me a thrill, that my son had a hard on and it was probably because of, and for me. But nothing had ever given me a warning of his intentions. And because of it he seduced me completely, I had no choice but to give in to him, surrender myself to his loving of me. It was morning time, I was in the kitchen pottering about, I was in a short dressing gown, tied off loosely at the waist, nothing on my feet, and under my gown was a flimsy nightie. My hair was down around my shoulders, no makeup, just me in all my morning glory! But I had still checked myself in the mirror and highly satisfied at the reflection I saw. I amazed myself even now sometimes at the elegant sexy woman I peered at. Peter came in, I turned and we hugged, he was only wearing a pair of loose boxer shorts, his young manly torso was open to my view, I was impressed. And I immediately felt his hardness against my nether regions. 'Ooooh,' I thought deliciously, but I said it to myself. "Mom," he said, "I need to ask you something really serious." "What darling, anything, you know you can ask me absolutely anything baby, tell me." I replied with concern in my voice. "Well," he mumbled, "you have always said you would do anything for me, no matter what it was?" he told me. "Yes Peter you know I will, short of murder," he smiled at that. "Well," he told me, "please come with me, I want to show you something." He turned, took my hand and I followed him dutifully. We walked upstairs hand in hand; he took me into his bedroom, and turned toward me. "Please close your eyes mom," he asked. I heard him take a deep breath as I did. "I'm repeating what I just said downstairs mom, about your promise that you would do anything for me?" "Yes Peter darling and I will, that is my promise, to you," I told him wondering what was going on. Never thinking that was about to happen would. He let go of my hand, I heard him move away. "Mom, I'm over eighteen now, and I'm ready to start a relationship with Emma, (his girlfriend) but I'm still unsure what to do. I need someone to show me mom, show me the way. Please keep your eyes closed while I finish," he told me. "I haven't had sex yet mom, and no one has ever seen my erm, er you know what's." I smiled to myself, and I managed not to say, "I have." "You made a promise to me mom, are you going to keep it?" he finished. "Yes darling," I told him unequivocally, "I will," not expecting what was coming. "Okay mom, open your eyes," he whispered. I did, and what I saw nearly took my legs from under me. He was laid flat on his bed, his shorts were gone, and he had an extremely impressive young cock in one hand, and he was waving it at me. Before I could say anything, he told me. "Mom, I want you do this for me, no one has ever touched me and I want, no, I need you to be the first, please mom, do it for me?" I stood there and gaped before I turned to flee the room. Unknown to Alana, Peter had got the hots for his mother slowly, it had taken years for him to realise and understand that she was the one that he wanted to be taught by, everything I am and are, he thought, was down to her. When she took him to school when he was small he never understood the glances of envy to her. The way she attracted all others, the way she moved, talked, walked. The envy, but not jealously she engineered in those around her rubbed off on him because he got lots of friends through being her son. As he grew older he became more and more aware of her presence, her bearing, the way people deferred to her, including his dad. But she never used it as a way to get her own way. She was a super natural at being nice, everyone loved his mom. Her natural ways, her in built elegance and sophisticated appearance, her graceful soft beauty, the way she was, made her his mentor. He wanted to be like her, to follow in her footsteps, which would later become a sexual urge for her that seemed to creep up on him without him being aware of it. He began to understand his own feelings, he loved her of course, but now he was feeling differently. He wanted to 'be with her,' to love her and be loved back. After her son's brain bashing request of her Alana dashed into her bedroom, thinking. 'My own son has asked me to at least jack him off!' I was more stunned than shocked, I wasn't angry or upset. He had taken me completely by surprise; I actually smiled at his cheeky audacity. I sat on the edge of my bed and pondered what I had seen, what he had said. And then my own words came back to haunt me. "I'll do anything thing for you Peter, no matter what darling." She had said this a million times over the years and had meant it every time she told him. But this was the first time he had ever asked me, my promise had been made, and now he was asking me to fulfil it. What was I to do? Was I already letting him down, reneging on my oath, what on earth would he think of me now? I hated myself for walking away. "Well go back and keep your unequivocal promise and do what he wants you to do," I told myself. I sat there for how long I don't know. I suddenly found my feet and forced them to move. I was heading back to him, at his door I hesitated. I looked through the gap and he was laid on his side facing away from me, this somehow made it easier for me to re enter his bedroom. Alana's Son I stepped in and slowly made my way to his bed side, I gave a little cough. He jumped a little, he can't have heard me. Turning to me, he half smiled. "I'm sorry mom, maybe I shouldn't have asked you but you did promise me. It's okay I won't ask you again." He looked so sad, and his cock looked so big, I was staring at it rather than him. "Just the once Peter?" I said quietly, there I had inadvertently told him I was going to do it. Then he took the wind out of my sails by saying with a wan smile. "Well that will depend on how good you are!" It broke the ice for me; I smiled at his jerky comment. "Okay I said I will," I sat on the edge of his bed, gently picked up his cock, the weight surprised me. I had it in my right hand and I began moving him up and down. My palm slipped over the head and he sighed, I was actually jacking off my own son! I was at his left side and without thinking or even knowing I did it, I caressed his testicles with my left. His sigh was music; it seemed to trill in my head. I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but love in them, his need for me, his absolute need for his mom was more evident than I had ever known or felt. I did what he wanted then, I jacked him off properly, his balls squiggling in my left palm, his cock jumping and twitching in my other, the sigh every time my palm crossed the red smooth head made me draw a deep breath of anticipation, and real glee. I was giving my son what every mother can only give to him, her love, unrestricted, unwavering and undeniable. I heard a voice, I saw him, but it wasn't him speaking, it was me. "Oh Peter Peter, I love you so much, cum for me baby, cum for your mommy darling." "No one has ever done this mom, you're the first, oh mom, oh mom!" And then he ejaculated, it shot so high into the air it stunned me. It splattered the wall above his head. It fell on his pillow, then him, all up his chest. Then it slid out of the end of his cock and slathered over my hand. I had never seen so much and it was still hot as it bathed my hand which was still gripping his young cock. My left hand went to work then, I gently squeezed his balls, rubbed them, and worked them, I was emptying him completely, it was a task he wouldn't have to ask me to do, I was doing it willingly. My befuddled head began to clear, "are you alright darling, was that what you wanted baby, hmmm?" I asked him as softly as I could, his eyes were closed, maybe he was feeling a little embarrassed I don't know. But he had to be feeling good, if what he had said was true, then this was the first time in his life that someone else had worked him up and made him cum, I believed him. "Oh mom, that was just the best ever, I didn't think it could ever be this good, please mom, don't stop?" It was then I realised his cock and balls were still in my grasp, wet and sticky yes, but I still had a hold of them. And it was also then that I realised that he was almost as hard as he had been when I started. I couldn't stop my hand from moving up his shaft once more, the goo acting like a lubricant. The fingers of my left hand drifted down his balls, to that secret place every man has between ball sac and asshole. I scratched it softly with my nails. Looking back I must have been on automatic, I do this for my husband and he loves it. Peter moved his legs apart, he liked it okay, I concentrated on that for a while, my other hand was moving up and down his shaft, I could smell him now, his young manliness wafted up my nostrils, this is an aphrodisiac to any woman, well if it isn't, it is to me! I breathed him in, not realising further that I was getting turned on, and I wouldn't realise until it was too late, because the bells in my vagina were pealing out loud with need and utter lust. His cock was fully hard again; my nails were doing their job, not only on him but on me too. He wasn't my son now; no more would he ever be from this day on. He was a man who was under my control and I liked it, I liked having this power over him. I could make him do what I wanted him to do, he couldn't resist me. And that was, if you like to call it that, my downfall. I had to be fucked and screwed, and I was going deeper and deeper into the ocean of love and sexual undeniable lust and I had a good sized cock in my hand, a beautiful male naked in front of me. I could do what I liked with him. I threw my dressing gown off, climbed on the bed and sat down on him, now his cock was where he had come from eighteen years ago. I was staring into his eyes, his were screwed up but I knew he was looking at me; I put my hands on his chest and started lifting myself up and down on him, fucking him, and screwing myself. I felt and heard a rip, he had burst my nightie open and was feeling my breasts, my nipples were squashed nipped and rotated, I came on him, I had cum on my own son! My head was bowed, I was going nowhere now, not until I had cum several more times, I needed this so badly, cum followed cum, explosion hit upon explosion. I was awake, but in a daze, an uncontrolled aggressive, but controlled sexual rage. His cock banged my cervix time after time, he had grabbed my breasts and was using them to force me up and down on him, as well as I by pushing myself up only to fall full height back down on his prick, this made me cum even more. My vision and mind returned slowly, I had laid myself down on my son, he was stroking my hair. I blinked once, twice, three times and more. "Alana what the hell have you done?" I asked myself as I remembered everything, my son had implored me to jack him off, I had acceded to his heart felt request only to take it all the way and we had made love. I had fucked my own son and he had fucked his own mother, we hard screwed each other's brains out, and it had been the wildest sex I had ever had bar none! I slid off him and staggered back to my bedroom, I flopped down to recover from the most heart stopping love making I had ever entered into or endured. But as more and more light returned to my darkened brain I knew it had to never happen again. "No more Alana, that was definitely a one off never to be repeated." I told myself. I showered, dressed and left the house, I had to be on my own, think, talk it through with myself, ask myself how I had let it happen. And the more I talked I kept going back to the fact that he had talked me into it somehow, it had been he who had engineered it. But how could I blame him for our session in his bed. I was the adult, the parent, the loving mother, the one, I reminded myself that had sworn on her life that she would do anything for him, anything! I didn't get back home until about nine in the evening, I walked in and listened, silence. Was he upstairs still, or had he too left the house in his own embarrassment. I tried to do my normal things, this, that, the other. Then I began to worry about him, was he upstairs, I hadn't heard even the most softest of bumps or anything from his room. I was dressed in a skirt, a short one as I usually am, but not too short, a jacket and blouse, and my highest heels, if we had a confrontation I wanted to be level pegging with him, eye to eye. I hung my jacket on the back of a kitchen chair and made myself a coffee and a sandwich. I had gone over in my head what I was going to say, apologise, tell him no more, never again, but be as gentle as I could, it wasn't his fault, it was mine. My first thought was that it was a really good thing his dad was away on a job for a few days. It would give me the chance to straighten things out between us. I was leaning against the sink when the door in the hallway opened, it was 10 pm. Peter came in and my heart stopped he looked so sheepish, frightened, totally unsure of himself. I had never seen that look in his eye. "I'm sorry mom, I really am," he told me without looking me in the eye. I went to him, tears forming in my eyes. "Oh baby, darling it wasn't your fault it was mine," I told him. "But it was the best thing that has happened to me in my life mom, it was mind blowing," he said. I hugged him, and there it was, that unmistakable hardness pressing into me once more. I marvelled at it, here we were talking about something that should never have happened, and he had another hard on, for me! He was also so right, it was and had been fantastic, I had tried to think of a time in my sexual past when it had been better, and I couldn't. His cock pressed into me more, but I was pressing back, now I knew. I broke, my will, my determination to end it snapped, the dam washed my mind and senses away. I took an enormously deep breath, I told myself not to say what I was about to say. But did I take any notice of my measured reasoning? No I didn't! I put my arms tight around his neck; I kissed his cheek and pressed mine to him. This would mean never turning again, I wanted him, and I wanted him again and again, and right now. I said in his ear, and it was loud enough for him to know what I had said. "Do you want to take me to bed again darling?" He stiffened in my arms; I think he was processing my words, had I really just said that, his cock told me he had got it. He knew what I was saying alright. Then he went into action, an action that took my breath away. I was suddenly flying over his shoulder, spinning around and we were off! He charged down the hall, took the stairs two or three at a time and we were in my bedroom before I had taken a second breath. We tumbled head over heels onto my bed, the bed I share with his father. I saw one of my heels flying off, I don't know where the other went, I only knew it had gone. Peter pulled his shirt off and I saw again, the man in the boy, and he was quite the man, my man. I burst the buttons on my blouse, he ripped my skirt off, yanked his jeans down and his shorts, and he was naked again, just as he had been this morning when all this had started. My bra disappeared and I was naked too, then he dove on me, no fore play, it wasn't necessary for either of us. He rammed into me and we gave each other a collective sigh of bliss, satisfaction that we were both where and with whom we wanted to be, and doing what we were doing. Which at this very moment in time was self gratifying fucking and screwing, we didn't have time for anything else just yet, that would come later I knew, even if he didn't. I was where I love to be, underneath a man who is fucking the life out of me even if that man was my son. I was put on this earth to be fucked and screwed in this way, and after all these years I still got that mind bending, back breaking thrill of a cock thudding home, and me being stopped still by whatever I was lying on at the time. I got my legs around him, the nails of one hand in his back and my other hand in his hair, now I was home, 'YES!' my mind screamed. This is where I want to be with a cock in me, on my back, and no defence. 'Go for it Peter, fuck me, screw me, long hard and fast forever!' I told him in my head. And bless him he did, his stamina knew no bounds, I just lay there and withstood the onslaught of his youth. He nearly bent me in half but I silently kept willing him on. He was up on his elbows, his eyes seemed unseeing, his face a mask of power and concentration, he pumped and thumped me. I knew this was a first for me, no one, his dad, or my two previous lovers hadn't gone this far, this high. He was turning out to be a phenomenon, a steam engine of hot flesh, bent on pistoning me into next week. He succeeded, I almost began to wish he would slow a little, even stop but he went on and on. His hands sank into my shoulders; he slowed but got more powerful, was he going to cum? He was and he did, oh did he! He slammed his hips into me many times and I felt the hot juicy cum flood me. It seemed to burn its way around my well spread vagina and up into my love channels. The next thing I knew he was lowering himself down on to me; I was pressed right under him as he breathed and gasped for breath in my ear. This is making love at its very best, to be held down under the weight of my man, my son. It is how making love, fucking, screwing, banging, bonking should be done, nothing could ever be better for me than this. I was his helpless woman, his victim, his captive, his willing supplicant, his power, weight, strength; strength of character was what it was about for me. I really could have laid there forever, cock still lodged in me, his lithe youthful supple body on top of mine, and now he kissed me. This was our first real kiss I think, we had made manic all consuming love, but now we were kissing as lovers do, in the aftermath, the afterglow of love, lips locked showed the truth, the way. I didn't feel him get off me, suddenly the light was shining through the windows, it was morning! I looked at the clock, it was 7.20. Memory returned slowly then with a rush it all played out in my mind, the whole of yesterday morning, and all of last evening played across my brain in super fast forward. My head snapped round and there he was slumbering facing me, his arm over my waist, his face close to mine. My heart broke with the love that surged up and over me in a deluge. I lay there looking at him, wanting him to wake, but stay asleep so I could just stare at this man boy that used to be my son, but was now interminably my lover. I ever so slowly moved my hand, lifted the covers back and checked him out, his superb body turned me on hugely just seeing his naked frame lying there. I let my hand drift to his cock and wrapped it in my palm and fingers. I moved him about slowly and gently, it started to stiffen, I was amazed by it. I watched it grow in my hand, it got harder and harder. And he had something else I hadn't noticed yet. He had an aroma, a man aroma, after sex smell, body sweat, another aphrodisiac to me. I breathed him in, I leaned closer and sniffed, my nipples jolted to life, they hardened and grew, my vagina slicked up, it squidged, the bells pealed. I needed him again, now I knew with an unerring certainty that this would never end from my half, only he could do that now. Any and every time he would come to me I would be there for him, to be used as and when he wanted to use me, love me, screw me, fuck me, his mother was his no question. His scent assailed me, my nostrils filled with his man perfume, it frazzled my brain. What was happening to me, no man, or boy! Had had this affect on me, neither of my two lovers, and neither had my husband. Whatever it was that Peter had, he had got it for me that's for absolute sure. He and his cock was a magnet I couldn't resist and never would ever again, it and him drew me to the slumbering colossus lying next to me. There was something else in the back of my mind too, my husband! How was I going to keep this from him, my other two diversity's were easy, this wouldn't be. Peter's cock was fully up, it was pointing at me, his pee hole seemingly daring me to kiss it, I bent my head slowly and did just that. I heard a sweet sigh; his hand went into my hair and pressed me down. I didn't need any urging to do what I did. I opened my mouth and took him in, he was awake now I knew, his movements told me so. But I slaved on him, I sucked him so hard I thought my teeth might break, my hands took his young youthful and replenished balls and toyed with them. I understood without needing to know that he wouldn't take very long to cum for me, to unload that enormous amount of cum I had seen him eject yesterday morning. Both of his hands were holding me on him now, but if he was worried I might lift off from him, I had no intention of doing so until he lifted off! His hips began moving in time with my power suction, my hands urging him on; the heat from his power hose was immense. The strength of it was transferring to me the undeniable need a woman has to please her man, her lover. To give him the greatest satisfaction she can, and I was bent to that task. I attacked him with all I could, my sole aim was to make him cum as quickly as possible so that I would get the reward my efforts would deserve, his cum. He sped up his hips humping me, he was losing what control he had, his cumming in my waiting mouth was as inevitable as night following day. One final bump, his cock hit my tonsils and then I was filling up, hot steaming cum ripped into me and I swallowed as manically as I could. It squeezed out between my lips, but I sucked it all back in. This lady was not going to lose her very first lorry load of hot jetted sperm delivered to me by my gorgeous beautiful stunning son. And she didn't, she served her man as only a woman in need can and does. Well this woman does anyway, I held as much in my mouth as I could, I desperately needed to savour his taste, even smell it on my tongue. The creamy slightly salty veneer was wonderful; I stayed on him for at least another five minutes. I just didn't want to let the thick lumpy head of his cock out of me, I loved the soft spongy firm feel of it between my lips and laying on my tongue, as well as the way it filled my orifice. Eventually I came up for air, as it were. I looked at him closely, his face was a mask of serenity, he was the cat that had got the cream. It was me that had got it really, but I'm sure you'll understand me when I say that. I snuggled into my boy, my boy lover, my man lover. "Fancy a shower before we go down babe?" I asked him as I played with his weaponry. "Yeah you stink mom!" he laughed; I knew he did, but me? "I do not young man," I skittered, "you need to learn something about women. Men sweat," I said, "women perspire, got it!" I said maternally, as I squeezed his balls as painfully as I dared. "Yes mom, yes yes," he bellowed. "Good," I told him, "now come on sweets, let's take a shower darling, and by the way Peter?" I finished. "What mom?" he asked me. "I love you darling, I really do love you, but not as you're mom so much now, but as your woman, your lover darling, your lover." That stopped him in his tracks. "Yes mom, I know because I love you the same way too, and I think I always have, even before I knew about girls or women." "I thought the reason we ended up like this was because you didn't know about girls or women?" I asked him. He grinned, and told me, "I know about that mom, just not how to do it so much, but I do now thanks to you. I'll always be grateful mom, always." I hugged him, how can a boy know just what to say to please a woman, in this case, me! We went in the shower and we were there for about 30 minutes, I had so much fun, and I found out more about Peter, he was a daring little devil, in lots of ways. He ended up on his knees after he had slipped and was facing my vagina. Before I realised what he was doing his face and tongue were buried in me. It's a good job the wall was behind me or I would have gone over. And he made me cum there too, it was a delicious wonderful cum, I'm sure he didn't really know what to do, but my God did he do it right! His hands were dug into my upper thighs holding me, my body pressed back on the wall, and he got right under me as my knees spread further and further apart until I was completely wide open to him. His tongue did so much damage to me, my knees buckled but he held me up simply by being where he was. I was dizzy, giddy, and my mind was on a different plane somewhere way out there. He held me as he got back up and slid up my body, flattening me against the wall for which I was so grateful, or I would have ended up in a big wet heap on the shower floor. We stayed under the water until it ran cold, then got out and still wonderfully molesting each other as we dried off. He slid his hands around my bum, now I do like a bit of that. My thoughts immediately turned to it, could I get Peter to maybe do me there I wondered? Alana's Son My husband has never been that keen on fucking my bum hole, he has a few times but not often enough for me. My first lover, husband's colleague? Well I never had time for that with him. My second had done me there on our last day and I can still remember, can still feel the orgasm I had when he finished battering me, because that's just what he did. It was to be our last fuck so I think he wanted to give me something to remember him by, and oh goodness he did, I remember it so well even now! But I was guessing that if I could get my Peter to do it then my sex life will have been fulfilled. The knowledge that I was thinking this as he fondled my little crinkly hole turned me on again. The pad of his finger was right on it, I even pressed back a little thinking that maybe he would push the digit into me, but he didn't sadly, so I started the process of getting him to go there. "Ooooh Peter, ooooh I do like that baby, don't stop honey keep going," I said to him, he, bless him did just that. "Doesn't it feel funny mom?" he asked. "Yes it does darling but I like it, it feels so naughty, it is naughty, but so so nice." I told him. "And me too mom, I like it too," he giggled, Then his other fingers found my pussy, my vagina. It made me wiggle back and forth as he moved within me, then his finger popped in. "Oh Peter, Oh, ooooh Ah Hmmmm, oooh Peter that feels sooooo baaaaad darling, so so baaaaaddddd, you are bad bad Peter, you are mommy's bad bad naughty boy!" I garbled. This gave him the reason to be bad, my saying that made him do it more, his finger went deeper and I went with it. "Peter John Curry you bad boy, ooooh Peter, oh my God, ohhhh ooooh oh yes Peter that's so good and so so bad." "Mom, I want to, I mean can I erm, you know?" he nodded his head to my backside then looked down at his prick. "Oh Peter you want to do mom's bum hole? Well if you want to, then yes, yes you can, because if you want to do that to me, then I want it too because you to do, okay?" I threw myself on my stomach, spread my legs wide, and said. "Come on Peter before we lose the desire, the urge, do it baby, do me there, quickly darling, don't wait." I would never lose the desire; I was worried in case he did. And because my nectar had slithered all around me the need for lubricated help wasn't wanted. He climbed over me a little gingerly, I held my cheeks apart for him, if I could have got his cock and rammed it in I would have. I lay there head turned and waited he lay down on me and I felt the first delicious probe, his cock jabbed at me a couple of times, he was searching for the spot. "There Peter, right there honey," I told him, I could feel his cock right dead centre of my bum hole, I shivered with anticipation and now utter desire for him to wreck my rear end, "go now darling press and push but slowly baby, slowly?" He did exactly what I said, I felt the head pop in and my heart stopped, I think he knew he had pegged me, because he started to push and pull, and soon he was sliding further and further into me. I was moaning in agony, sheer delight, heavenly thankfulness, the wonderful delicious pain of it, the feel of his prick going deeper and deeper gave me a massive climax, I cried, tears fell from my eyes. He began to pull out, saying, "mom are you alright, have I hurt you?" "No no Peter, I'm feeling great baby, don't pull out keep going darling, I want to feel all of you in me." My ass was on fire, the pain mixed with the pleasure of having my ass fucked overrode anything I had ever known in life. This spurred him on, he hooked his hands under my shoulders, 'getting a good grip' I giggled to myself, and Peter began to plumb the depths of my soon to be shattered ass. He pushed and pushed and I then felt his hairy balls tickling my buttocks, I shoved back, he shoved forward and he was in, all in. I sighed a sigh of relief and utter divine pleasure of having my ass stuffed full, not a single bit more could have been put in it. Then he began to fuck me, and soon he was speeding up. He was like a dog with a bone; he worried the life out of me and my rump. I tried to tell him to go slow, take it easy, but all that came out of my mouth was rubbish, drivel, total nonsense. He was silent now, I believe he went wondering in his head, he knew what he was doing, the unusual sex for him was affecting his brain a bit, but it had the desired effect. He fucked me and he gradually sped up his thumping of my proffered ass. I squealed and moaned, I came several times, his hooked hands left my shoulders and found my nipples, now I was in trouble. A massive climax just about split me into atoms. The world around me went dark for a few moments, I had half passed out, I had been summarily beaten into the ground, (bed) by my own son. An accomplishment never achieved quite this way by my husband or lover. Peter had nailed me completely; I was a train wreck, and air crash. He was a living Kamikaze pilot, his aircraft was his prick and he dropped his final bombs in and on my ass. He exploded in a massive ejaculation, my ass caught fire. His cum filled me, burning its way around my bowels and inner organs. I thought I was dying, going to heaven in a cloud of blissful orgasmic happiness. I lay there whilst Peter slowed down, then he rested his weight on me and we lay there together. I was quite happy for him being there. I had no intention of trying to move him, his cock was still locked into my ass, it softened and it felt so terrifically delicious I could have stayed there forever. He moved, I turned my head and smiled at him, "Are you okay baby, did you enjoy that hmmm?" I asked him softly. His hips left my buttocks and I felt his cock sliding out. I swear I heard it slap shut when it popped out, but that was in my head, I think. "Mom," he muttered, " that was just awesome, I never knew, I never even thought of this, I loved it, but are you alright, have I hurt you?" he asked me with concern in his voice. "Peter darling," I said, "you almost killed me, I am in marvellous agony, but it was the most wonderful thing I have ever had done to me, and with your agreement baby I'll want you to do it as often as you'd like to, as often as we can?" He smiled at that. "Then mom, you had better get ready," he whispered, "because I will be visiting you there often, as well as the other places too!" We both laughed, I turned to him as he slid off me, we embraced, and this time there were no pretentions of what we now were, no embarrassments, it was out in the open, but between us only, and it was to become an integral part of our lives. We kissed and loved, touched, stroked, learned, we had at least two hours like that, loving and whispering sweet nothings. My phone rang, it was his dad, here I was laid in bed with our son. I had just been fucked from pillar to post, had my ass reamed completely, walking would be a problem. I had sucked him off, the taste of him still in my mouth. "Hi Alana, it's me, how are you hon?" he said gaily. "I'm just great, I'm laid in bed with my new lover and I am totally exhausted darling!" I told him. Peters face nearly fell off; I smiled at him, and made a shushing sound with my lips. His father guffawed down the phone. I gripped Peters cock in my hand and stroked it; he lay back and grinned at me. Whilst we chatted, I tossed him off, and kissed and sucked him while my husband nattered about this and that. By the time he had finished Peter had a hard on for me. As we said our good byes, he asked. "Is Peter there Alana_" Peter shook his head. "Hang on I think he is just cumming!" I told him, "Wait a minute." I put the phone down and tossed him at high speed, his legs stiffened and he grunted, he was on his way. He blew a huge load all over me, oh how I loved that. "Here he is, he's just cum!" I handed him the phone, he was out of breath and it showed, he told his dad he had run upstairs. I have never ever in my life felt delicious naughtiness like that; it gave me a feeling of superb control and power I had never had. Peter ended the conversation as I lapped up his cum, and kissed and licked his balls. "Mom, that was seriously bad of you, you naughty person!" he laughed. "I know darling, I'm sorry but I just couldn't resist it, I don't know what came over me." He smiled and I swore I would never do it again, but my fingers were crossed behind my back. Then I mentioned Emma, "what about her Peter, is she going to be the beneficiary of our loving?" I was suddenly consumed with a raging jealousy, I would scratch her eyes out if she were to use my Peter, or heaven forbid, ever hurt him. "I think I am going to have to forget about her mom, how anyone could ever reach the heights you have taken me to, heights we have got between us I'll never know." These were words I loved, but I also knew that one day Peter would have to lead his own life, what our future held I wouldn't know. He did end up marrying Emma, Peter and I are still erstwhile lovers, when we can meet sort of thing, we have nearly been caught a few times, but fingers crossed no one but we two know. His dad has never guessed, Emma has given me a few funny looks, but I'm sure it's all in her pretty airhead!