23 comments/ 168103 views/ 109 favorites Only for My Son By: JerseyGirlBcom **All characters depicted in this piece are over the age of 18. As always, thank you for reading. Thank you for any comments you post. Always remember to vote vote vote.** * I curled up into a ball after my son as left the room sobbing. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I wrapped my arms around them, and cried. I cried for my son. I cried for myself. I cried out of shame, shame that I enjoyed it, shame that I craved it, and shame that I couldn't stop it. I'm not sure when it happened, or how, but I fell asleep, with my son's cum on my face, on my bod, dried to me. I fell asleep, freshly fucked by my son in my marital bed, in the bed I share with my husband his father, more sexually sated that I could have ever imagined. Half asleep, somewhat dreaming about my son, I stir because of the weight in the bed. Without opening my eyes, I reach for the person in the bed with me. I reach for what I think is my son. My hand grazes the loose skin, the drooping love handles. Confused, I begin to become more awake, more aware of my surroundings. The smell of whiskey fills my nose and frown. It's my husband, not my son. It's his old, tired, aged body in bed with me, not my son's youthful, toned, eager body. With a groan he rolls over, on top of me. I gasp; this was not what I planned. What if he saw it? What if he smells it? My heart races and I hold my breath. His body wedged between my legs and he thrusts up awkwardly. I wince, feeling the tip of his cock miss the opening of my sex and press hard beneath it but above my asshole. I lay still hoping he will think I am asleep. He thrusts a second time, this time his cock slides down and presses against my anal opening. I gasp, the slight pressure startles me. The third thrust finds its home and half of his erection slides up into my well fucked sore hole. Out of rhythm, in and out, hard, and clumsy, my husband's cock slides in and out of my sore hole. I close my eyes lying perfectly still. I wonder when I thought this was fulfilling, now having my son, I realize what good sex is. I gagged, as my husband exhaled his whiskey laden breath in my face. "God you're like a dead fish." He complained. I turned my head, desperate for air that does not stink. It's then I met his eyes. My son was standing in the open doorway, glaring at me. I lock eyes with him, pleading with my eyes for forgiveness. My son stood there silently. The two of us staring at one another as my husband flopped on top of me, as my husband used me to get himself off. After several more thrusts, I feel his cock swell and eventually spill his seed inside me. Shame further consumes me. My son just watched my husband use me for his sexual needs. My son stood in the doorway, judging me, as my husband insulted my sexual potential. My husband rolls over with a satisfied grunt. Within seconds his snores continue. My son stands for a few seconds more, shakes his head at me, and disappears from the doorway. Tears slide down my cheeks as I pull the sheet up to my chin. I feel so tainted. I feel so used. I feel completely dirty and humiliated. My husband had been coming home drunk and fucking me for a few years now. No foreplay, no romance, it was similar to my husband masturbating into me. I assumed it was because his mistress wasn't available. Sex with my husband had never been all that fulfilling. However, they were less so when he came home and fucked me like that. Having my son see it, for some reason, was even more humiliating that actually allowing my husband to do it. Standing in the shower the next morning, desperately trying to scrub my shame from my body I replayed the events over and over again. Wearing my son's cum as my husband climbed on top of me. Feeling completely nothing as my husband pushed inside me and then seeing my son, watching my son watch me. I began to sob in the shower. What had I become? Who was I? I was a married woman having sex with her son! I could never again say I was a good mother. Good mothers don't wear their son's cum while their husband fucks them. Good mothers don't fuck their sons and like it. Stepping out of the shower, skin red and raw from the amount of exfoliating and scrubbing I had done, I didn't see him right away. As I reached for my towel my arm grazed his hard shoulder and I gasped, startled, scared for just a second. He stood, wearing the black Calvin Klein boxer briefs I bought him last month, with his arms across his chest. His beautiful face contorted in a stern look. His lips were thin and frowning. My heart pounded more in my chest and my sex twitched just at the sight of him. "What was that?" With my feet firmly planted on the floor outside the shower, my dripping naked body began to warm as I lowered my gaze. My nipples tightened, hard, both in response to the cool air and to the vision of my son in only his underwear. "I - " In a swift movement, my son's right hand shot forward and he gripped my sex. Pressing his palm hard against my mons, my clit immediately responded by sending a jolt through me chest. I gasped, eyes opened wide, looking up at him. "This!" He pressed harder, grinding his palm against my sex, "is mine!" I whimpered in response, ashamed as I opened my legs more, giving him more access, giving him my sex without question. "Mommy dearest, this belongs to me. Did I not make myself clear?" "You did." I whisper. "I said I was going to fuck you every weekend." "Yes." I whimpered as he began to rub his palm against me. My sex responding, pulsing, getting wetter than any shower could make me. "Was that not enough for you?" I close my eyes and let out a low moan, my sex tingling as he continues to rub, back and front, pressing his palm against the hood of my clit. His fingers dipped between my folds and rested against the opening of my sex. My arms hanging limply at my sides as I focus on his touch, on my son's touch. My heart fluttering, my cheeks turn red as I remind myself, he is my son. "P-p-please..." I have no idea what I am asking for. My brain is telling me to ask him to stop. My brain is telling me that I am the mother, I am the authority figure, I am the one that is supposed to be in charge. I have the power to stop this. "Please what?" My son dips his middle finger, the longest one, inside my sex and I gasp as he begins to finger me while his hand rocks over my mons, teasing my clit. I want to say "please stop," at least my brain wants to say that. My sex, my pussy, my clit, my need, my hunger want to beg him to not stop. My desire for him wants to beg for more. My brain and my body in completely conflict as my morals begin to melt away. "That's it, let go mommy." I feel like he is taunting me calling me "mommy." My body goes slack and I push my hips forward, unable to control the response my body is having to my son. "You gave my pussy away mommy. You let someone else fuck what is mine mommy." I rock my hips, my eyes closed, and all I can feel is the sensations. I try to focus on the feelings, on how my sex is growing hot, how I am dripping wet in arousal from my son's hand in my pussy. I try to forget he is my son. He is not letting me. I am getting addicted to the shame I feel as he plays with me. "You're mine mommy. You're my mommy and this hole..." my son slips two more fingers inside me, and I feel so full, so stretched. I whine in delight and shudder as he works his fingers deep inside my sex, "is now tainted mommy. What am I going to do?" I can't respond. I want to. I want to answer him. I can't. My brain is so lost, so foggy as my son continues to finger me in the master bathroom I share with my husband. All I can do is ride his hand, I can ride his fingers, and I can feel my orgasm building. The orgasms with my son, laced with shame and guilt, are so much sweeter than any I have had before, so much more powerful. "I need to punish you mommy. Just like you did when I was a boy." Despite myself, I nod. I have no idea what I am agreeing to, but I nod. I nod because it will make my son happy if I agree with him, I agree to let him use m how he wants. Roughly, my son removes his hand from my wanton sex and grabs my hips. He turns me, pushes me, and directs me. I am not facing the mirror behind the duel sinks in the vanity of my bathroom. My son standing behind me, my eyes lock on his in the reflection. He pushes the small of my back, and I bend forward. My ass thrust back against him. I can feel his erection, his beautiful erection, against my backside. Need consumes me. I need it, I want it, and I want to feel my son's thick hard erection inside me again. My cheeks flush and I lower my eyes, so ashamed. "No. Fucking look mommy." My son grabbed a fist full of my hair and jerks my head upward. My eyes lock on his and the tears begin to well. How did I let this happen? The evilness in his eyes should have scared me. My son, my gentle son was now eying me like a steak. His hand came down on my ass with a crack. My entire body shook, jiggled, and the pain zinged through my body, causing my clit, already teased, to twitch. I let out a loud yelp. "You will count as I spank you mommy." I nod and his hand came down again. "One." It's a whimper that is nearly inaudible. His hand lands on my ass cheek again; the heat in my ass matches the heat in my sex. The redness I can only imagine matches the redness in my face. My sex pulsing I want to look away, but he has my head firmly in his grasp keeping my eyes up, keeping me watching him in the mirror. "Two." My mind begins to lose it. The utter humiliation of being made to watch as my son spanked me in the mirror was almost more than I could bear mentally and sexually. My sex oozed between my legs, dripping down my thighs, as he spanked me. "Three." It felt so wrong. It felt so dirty. It felt sinful. I loved every second of it. I love the feeling of his hand coming down, causing my ass to vibrate. I loved the sting that shot through my body causing me to scream. I loved feeling so alive because of my son. "Fifteen." I was a dripping sweating mess when he stopped. I was sex crazed when he stopped. I would have done anything to have him. I wanted to beg him. I wanted him more than I wanted anything in my life. His hand caressed my tender ass. Even the slightest touch of his hand caused my ass to pulse, I wondered if I would have welts from how hard he spanked me. "Should I reward you mommy? Should you get what you want?" "Please." I whimper, my neck craned, straining to hold my head up so I can watch him. My son teased me, the fabric felt so soft against my sensitive, freshly spanked ass, as he rubbed his erection against me. Despite myself I moaned. How did I become such a horny slut for my son? "Do you think you earned it mommy?" "Yes." "What do you want mommy?" My heart was pounding in my ears again. He wanted me to say it out loud. My son wanted me to tell him out loud that I wanted him to fuck me. My son, I wanted to fuck my son. My body shuddered in shame and guilt. I couldn't. Tears fell down my cheeks again. I sobbed. I couldn't say it. He pressed his cloth covered erection between my ass cheeks. "Mommy, ask nicely, use your manners, like you taught me and you can have it." My son released my hair. And my head fell. My forehead pressed against the cool counter top and I cried. He continued to rub his erection between my ass cheeks. I wanted him. I couldn't pretend I didn't. He knew I wanted it but he needed more. He needed me to say it. Could I?" "Please." I whimpered. "That's a good start mommy. Try again." My son stepped back briefly and then I felt his raw flesh against me sore ass cheeks. I feel the hardness pressing against my flesh. I cooed and the sobbing stopped. God I wanted him. He dipped his cock down, between my folds, and pressed it against my pussy opening. I could feel him sliding between my folds, in my wetness. I needed my son, I needed to feel him and before I knew it, it came out of my mouth. "Please, please fuck me. Please, I need your cock." It was like no orgasm I had ever had before. It was so quick. He was barely inside me a second. His full length, his girth, his strength was pushed inside me, and I exploded. I saw white. I shook. His he hadn't had a firm grasp on my hips, if the counter wasn't below my chest, I would have collapsed. I felt the wetness dripped down my legs. I came so hard I squirted. "FUCK!" My son exclaimed. "You are like a vice mommy." He only thrust inside my pussy long enough for me to ride the wave of the most intense orgasm of my life. I twitched in aftershocks, gasping for breath, completely at ease, a pile of useless muscles, as he gently lifted my head by the hair. I wasn't able to focus on much. I was able to see his face, see the sly grin on his face as he held his cock, to the hilt, inside my rippling sex. "Good mommy. Now it's time for me to fully claim you as my slut. You ready mommy." I mumbled an incoherent response. Even I have no idea what I said, but I knew I was agreeing. His cock slipped from inside my channel easily. I was so wet, so loose, and he didn't even need lube. His cock pressed against my anal ring and immediately I awoke from my haze. "Wait." I pleaded. His response was to grip my hips with both hands and push. He pushed himself against my opening and I squealed the second it gave and allowed him entrance. I reached out and gripped the faucets on either sink. I let out another shriek as I felt the pop of his mushroomed tip pass the ring and slide up inside me. Spots flashed before my eyes as I started at my son's intent face. He was looking down, watching my ass swallow his cock as he pushed slowly inside me. I shuddered, my well fucked sex tingling, as my son slid farther, deeper, higher inside my ass. I had never had anal sex before. My son, my flesh and blood, was now taking my anal virginity. I watched him, heard him groan, I felt every inch of him. I felt every vein, I felt so full. At first I felt like I needed to use the restroom, but as he began to pump and my body began to get used to feeling, the warmth in my sex increased. My breasts swayed as he pulled my back against him, thrusting himself inside me. I grunted as he picked up the pace. I couldn't take my eyes off my son. I couldn't stop watching him as he violated my ass hole. He raised his eyes and the sexual heat behind his eyes was not lost in his reflection. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, the most intimate, the most humiliating act, the most forbidden of orifices was now being claimed by my son. How many taboos could I possibly break in one act? "You're so tight mommy." He groaned as I felt him swell. He didn't last long this time. He thrust hard, long deep strokes inside my ass. My body was trembling both in post orgasm and in submission. I was submitting to my son. I was giving my son my body in every way possible. It didn't take long for me to feel him spray his young seed inside my ass. With a loud grunt, and a heavy exhale, my son collapsed on my back. He held my body against his gasping for breath. His cheek rested on my back, his head turned. I lowered my own head and let the guilt crash over me. What kind of woman am I? What kind of woman lets her son fuck her in the ass? "Mine. You are my mommy, mine. Only I fuck you."