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Decent Family

By: Biskit



Isn't it funny how one little incident can change your life forever? Sometimes you don't recognize it, and you just go on about your busy life without noticing that your universe has been knocked out of its orbit. When I found the hoard of pornography hidden behind my son, Brad's desk, I was surprised only because I wasn't expecting to find it. A little part of me was disappointed in him of course but I quickly got over that. He's 18, I told myself, and I'm not so naïve that I don't know that young men looked at porn. It was just the nature of the pornography that really threw me. All the magazines contained only stories about incest!

I've been divorced from Brad's father for four years and they have not been the easiest of times for the two of us. I have absolutely no contact with anyone on my Ex-husbands side of the family and my parents were divorced when I was five. My mother died years ago and I haven't seen my father since I was 14. I was told he had remarried and lived on the west coast. Brad of course has never even met his grandfather so he has missed the support that an extended family could bring when times were tough. My fears that Brad would not cope well with our divorce pretty much came true. He was acting up and acted out for years before our divorce was finalized and it didn't get any better after his father and I separated. He was constantly getting into trouble at school. If it wasn't drinking, it was drugs or girls or other mischief. 

We had both been to counseling and that helped. Over the last half year or so, since Brad graduated from high school this past June, I had seen my son gradually change from an angry young boy to the well-behaved and responsible young man that any mother would be proud of. Despite his problems at school, he had graduated, but just barley and had been forced to take summer courses to get his grades up so he could at least apply to the local community college this fall. When I saw how hard he worked at his summer school classes I figured our life together had changed for the best. Finding his stash of these disturbing incest magazines brought those good feelings to a screeching halt.

During counseling, we had both learned how to effectively communicate with each other without yelling or judging each other. I struggled to remember those skills as I looked at what I had found in his room. I thought maybe I had become too much of a friend and not enough of a mother to him. I worried I had failed him in some way; why else would he have this type of porn? What was going through his head, I wondered, when it came to his obvious interest in incest. I might have accepted mainstream porn, men's magazines with pictures of women and such and accepted that as a fact of life that all boys enjoy looking at naked women. I don't approve of that but I wouldn't have been so surprised or confused by his choice of pornography. 

What drew my son to incest, I wondered. I'm no prude. I have my own brand of erotica that I enjoy reading. I read summer love novels and fantasize about the male hunks that all women love to dream about. At 43, I consider myself to have a normal and healthy appreciation for sex and considerer masturbation normal and healthy. I've dated little since my divorce and when I have, I've chosen my partners carefully. I put raising my son above my own needs. Now I was worried that I had failed him in some way. 

I knew I needed to talk to him about what I found. Doing nothing or worse, condemning him for his interest in incest would only pull us apart again. I was determined to use the tools I had learned in counseling. I was going to sit him down and talk to him about it. I left all but one of his incest magazines on top of his desk. The other one I took with me to the kitchen and sat down and looked through it to see if I could understand his fascination with this subject. There were very few pictures and only a few dirty cartoons scattered thought out the magazine. The bulk of the magazine consisted of stories about families having sex together. As I thumbed through the pages I thought about what incest was; having sex with a family member. It had such a dirty and forbidden connotation in our society, and certainly nothing my son had ever been exposed to. I had kissed a few male cousins, had adolescent crushes that really seemed to be more fun than incest. 

The magazine was divided up into different sections, each one involving family sex. There were chapters on siblings having sex together, aunts and uncles with nephews and niece's, cousins, grandparents (that was really weird), whole families and parents fucking sons and daughters. I had no idea if my son was more interested in one group of stories over another, except for one dog-eared page in the parent/children's section. This section told about son's having sex with their mother's, and daughters having sex with their fathers, and seemed to have been read been more thoroughly than the others. It made me wonder if my son had thoughts about having sex with me. I couldn't recall one instance of inappropriate behavior on his part towards me but I knew I would have to reexamine our home life.

I was determined to find out what the fascination was for my son about incest so I read all six stories in the chapter about parents having sex with their children. Sometimes the children were quite young but most of the time they were teenagers. They weren't very well written but I had to admit they were stimulating. Rough and coarse words such as cunt, fuck, pussy, tits, cock and dick seemed to be favorite ways to describe male and female body parts and love making. Even so, I found myself more than a little flushed and excited by the time I had finished the last story. I continued to read more from the other chapters. Other than the stories about whole families having sex together, I wasn't particularly interested in reading more. I tried to imagine Brad reading about a mother and son having sex and getting turned on by that. I wondered again if he thought about me that way or was it just harmless fantasy. It made me a little uncomfortable because I felt I should feel disgusted by such an idea... but disturbingly I wasn't. 

It was still almost an hour before Brad was due home so I got another magazine from his collection and read that one too. I like getting turned on, what woman doesn't? But I surprised myself by how turned on I got as I read. With more than a fair amount of guilt, I unzipped my slacks and slipped my hand over my panties and masturbated as I read. I wasn't reading with my son in mind, it's just that the stories were beginning to excite me in their own dirty little way. I justified these feelings and my masturbating as normal carnal desires. I was definitely enjoying myself by the time I finished the second book. I had started out just rubbing my pussy over my underwear but by the end of the second book, my slacks and my panties were down around my ankles. I was enjoying myself as I lightly touched my clit and fingering myself as I read about a father and daughter fucking. The son and mother eventually became involved and the story ended with the parent's having sex with both children. I had one fantastic orgasm and was working on a second one when I heard Brad at the front door. 

"Hi mom, I've got the mail," I heard my son call out as he came in. 

"I'm in the kitchen honey," I told him as I quickly withdrew my hand from my pussy and scrambled to pull my slacks up. I just barely made it. I slipped the magazine onto the chair beside me. I knew my face was probably flushed from masturbating and I consciously tried to get my heart to slow down before Brad saw me. "Would you come in here honey?" I didn't want him going to his room and seeing his collection of magazines on his desk until I had talked to him.

"Hi mom," my son greeted me with a kiss on the cheek before he threw the mail onto the table; he didn't seem to notice how agitated I was. "Looks like that one's from dad's attorney," he said, pointing to a letter. He didn't try to hide the contempt in his voice. "Probably wants more money," He commented sarcastically.

I subtly checked my zipper and the buttons on my blouse to make sure everything was in place. "Honey, I thought we agreed you wouldn't talk that way about your father. He loves you and my problems with him have nothing to do with you." I reminded him, careful not to feed his anger for his father. "Your dad loves you very much," I said by rote. It had been almost six months since his father had even called.

"He's a jerk mom and you know it. Go ahead and open it. I bet I'm right. He wants more money from you." He said as he went to the refrigerator and got himself a soda.

"Shit," I said under my breath as I read the letter. Brad was right; it was from my ex's attorney. In lawyer speak, it was always addressed to me by my full name, Mrs. Angela Hunt and it went on to say that my ex-husband was requesting a hearing so he could get more money from me. I still kick myself for not having the prenuptial agreement my lawyer suggested before I married. I was the one with the successful business and my ex was trying to bleed me dry. I hated it as much as Brad did but I promised Brad's father that I wouldn't badmouth him in front of his son.

"Was I right? Dad wants more money for his cheap girlfriends, doesn't he? He's such a looser mom." Brad said as he slumped in the chair across from me. "Don't give him another dime." Brad was wearing silk jogging shorts and a well-worn t-shirt. His muscular arms and chest heaved as he stewed about his father. 

He was right but he and I had other things to talk about. "Honey, we have more important things to talk about than your dad." I put the letter back in the envelope and worked up the courage to talk about his incest magazines. 

"Important? What Mom?" Brad fumed, his anger still focused on his father's letter. 

"This honey." I picked up the magazine from the chair beside me and slide it across the table to him. "I was cleaning in your room and accidentally came across your collection." I tried not to make it sound like I was being judgmental. His interest in incest was what I wanted to talk to him about. I wanted him to know I knew about them and that as his mother and friend, we needed to talk about them.

"Oh shit," he said muttered, embarrassed, as he stared at the front cover of the magazine. The title, "Family Fun, stories of loving families," stared up at him. An innocent looking young girl was being screwed by an older man was on the cover to the magazine. The look of joy on the girls face told its own story. 

I stifled my laugh at his reaction. "Yes, oh shit is probably what I would have said too," I said and covered my face so he wouldn't see me trying to suppress a smile. His reaction really was funny and I actually felt sorry for him. "I'm sorry honey, I wasn't snooping," I told him when I was able to be serious again. "I accidentally knocked some things off the back of your desk and when I moved it to retrieve them, I found your magazines." I wasn't apologizing for finding them but I wanted him to know I knew about them and wanted to talk about them.

Brad looked crushed as he sat across from me. "I'm sorry mom... I, ah I won't... " He left his words hanging in the air.

"Honey, you're18 almost grown up and you really don't need to apologize to me for what you read. It's not as if these are illegal... " I reached over and turned the magazine so it was facing me. "I know boys... young men your age," and women my age I silently thought, "look at adult magazines and pictures and read lots of different things." I started to loose track of what I wanted to say as my mind drifted back to the story of the mother and son I had just been masturbating over. I was having difficulty focusing, especially since my pussy had been denied its second orgasm. "I'm not saying it's wrong, I... I, well I just wonder if I should be concerned about the content and that you have so many of these magazines."

"I don't have that many," he defensively said.

"Honey, you have a dozen or so and they are all about the same subject; incest." I corrected him. "I think that qualifies as a lot." 

Brad got more defensive. "So what? I like reading porn," He bluntly stated but averted my eyes.

To break the ice before this got out of hand, I chuckled lightly. "I kind of figured that out." I didn't want him thinking he had to defend himself but I wanted him to tell me about his interest. "This isn't just porn honey," I held up the magazine. "It's incest." I looked at the cover and smiled inwardly as I recalled reading it only a few minutes ago.

Brad looked sheepishly up at me, hoping it was ok if he smiled since I had made a little joke. "I'm sorry mom." 

"I know you are baby, but you don't have to be and I think what you really mean is that you're sorry I found them." I couldn't help but smirk at my own humor. "Well I did find them, and now I think we need to talk about them. 

"What's there to talk about mom? I like this kind of stuff and I read it. What more do you want me to say?" He was getting defensive again and refused to look at me. I didn't want him to shut down on me.

"Brad honey, I know talking about sex with your mother isn't the easiest thing in the world but it isn't easy for me either. I'm just wondering, since it's out in the open now, if you want to talk about it with me. All those months in therapy together gave us the tools to use when we need to talk, let's use them, ok?" I was throwing him a lifeline and hoped he took it.

Slowly Brad opened up to me. "It's not really a big deal mom. I just like reading about that kind of stuff." He started. "It excites me." Redness crept up his neck.

"By stuff you, of course, mean incest." I was going to insist he call it what it was.

Brad let out a big sigh and nodded. "Ok, yes mom, I like reading and thinking about incest." This time he looked up and met my eyes. "I get turned on by reading it," he told me. 

I couldn't help but notice how flushed his neck and face were, and as charming as I found that, I wasn't going to let him stop talking about his interest in incest yet. "Now that wasn't so difficult was it," I smiled and playfully kicked him under the table. A perverse pleasure swept over me at hearing him tell me how it turned him on. It turned me on too. The dampness between my legs was proof enough that I also found reading incest exciting. 

"Yes it was." He said a little sarcastically, but he still managed a little grin. He was feeling a little better now that he knew I wasn't mad or disgusted with him.

I laughed and so did he. "I guess it was." I smiled and touched his hand. "Honey, it's just that incest is so... well it's not like other pornography where you look at pictures of women or read stories about things and then think about them and... masturbate." I knew referring to masturbation wouldn't embarrass him since we'd talked about how normal it was for anyone to do. "But this is about family members having sex together and I guess I need to know if... if you just enjoyed reading about it or if there was more... " The air in the kitchen grew heavy as I waited for Brad to answer. I had to know if he thought about having sex with me.

Brad took his time answering and when he finally did, he ignored my pointed question but at least kept talking. "I guess that's why I like reading about it mom, because it is family and it's so totally wrong but at the same time its exciting and... and I like jerking off when I read it." 

I couldn't help but laugh. ""Thank you for being so graphic. Well we really have come a long way for you to admit mastur... jerking off, as you call it. You know I think that's healthy... to talk about it." I almost laughed again. I really wanted to know if he thought about me when he jerked off. I hesitantly asked. "Do you think about... me when you ah... when you jerk off?" 

Brad's eyes were fixed on the table when he answered. "Yes." 

A sexual rush gripped my pussy when he admitted that. "I see," I said as I tried to control my emotions. Why did that excite me so much? "Well, I guess I should be flattered." I said and brushed my long brown hair out of my eyes. "I actually took the time to read a few of the stories to get an idea what they were all about." I wanted him to know I had read what he masturbated to. 

"And?" Brad said looking slyly at me.

"And what?" I asked, suddenly feeling the tables were being turned on me a little.

"And did you like them?" He asked smugly. 

"I wish now that I hadn't reminded you about your coping skills," I said and felt myself blush. I had enjoyed them but I knew I couldn't tell him that. 

"You're not answering the question Mom. You're avoiding. Did you like them?" He asked seriously. He was enjoying the fact that he had deflected some of the heat from himself and sent it back to me.

"This isn't about what I like or don't like. We're talking about you. I read them to see what they were about and what about them turned you on... " I tried my best not to think about him thinking about me and masturbating as he read them.

"And did you find out mom?"

"Stop it. I'm the one that's asking the questions," I covered my mouth so he wouldn't see me stifling a smile but he was too perceptive. Mischief danced in his eyes. 

"You're avoiding the question again Mom," Brad pointed out as he pushed me more than I was comfortable with.

"I'm not answering that because this is about you and your interest in incest... " I stared him down and was pleased when I made him break eye contact with me. "But I will tell you what I thought about them if you want," I squeezed my legs together to control the rush surging through my pussy. "They aren't very well written but I can understand why the stories,... why you like them." I admitted. I sat there with a straight face. I was determined not to smile or laugh. 

"See, now that wasn't so difficult was it?" He laughed; knowing he had backed me into a corner. He got me to admit I enjoyed them. When Brad stood, I couldn't help but notice how his shorts had crept up around his crotch. He had what looked like the start of a hard-on and seeing it made my mouth dry.

He was exasperating but I loved him for being himself. "Look honey," I said when I felt I had gained my composure again. "You can read them all you want. I won't tell you you can't, that would be silly," I admitted. "And now that I know you have them, it would be silly of you to have to hide them." I hadn't expected this conversation to go this way but since it had I decided to press on. For reasons of its own, my pussy was starting to tingle and it was getting impossible to ignore. Something in me loved knowing he fantasized about me when he read them. "Since you said you think about us having sex, I guess you like the chapters on parents and children?" I had to press my legs even tighter together and as I tried to suppress another bolt of sexual excitement. I wanted to hear him tell me again how he thought of me when he masturbated. 

Brad tilted his head back and finished his soda and delayed answering for a moment. When he did, it was all I could do not to reach between my legs and touch myself. "I like the ones about mother's and sons and whole families." He fidgeted with the magazine, nervously spinning it on the table in front of us. "I like thinking about you and me doing it mom. Does that upset you?" He suddenly seemed very confident of himself.

"Oh," I said softly under my breath. "Yes... I mean no, it doesn't upset me or... worry me as much as it did a few minutes ago." My voice trailed off as I thought about that. I wasn't upset; on the contrary, I actually felt very excited. I watched him play with the magazine and I lost myself in thought as I reminded myself why I was so damp between my legs. I hadn't had time to dry myself off after masturbating and I could feel my secretions soaking through my panties. I turned my head so I wouldn't have to look him in the eyes when I mentioned that text books had been written about this subject, "They say it's normal for sons to think about making love to their mothers." I didn't know much more than that but I felt it was important to mention. My pussy contracted and it took all my will power to hold myself still as I visualized making love with my son... committing incest with him. 


Decent Family



A big smile covered Brad's face. "I guess I'm pretty normal then, Mom. I think about making love to you, a lot." His frank statement shocked and thrilled me. "I guess you think I'm a pervert or something."

I had to clinch my pussy muscles and I noticeably shook and worried that Brad would realize what was happening to me. I had to work to control my shaky voice when I stood and went to him. I touched his cheek and told him. "I don't think you're a pervert. You're my son and I love you." I was aware of how close our bodies were when Brad stood up. "I guess I should feel flattered that you think that way about me." I was speaking to his chest, not daring to look into his eyes. I could feel the heat from his body and it made me nervous. "I just never imagined you felt that way about me." I wanted to feel repulsed by the idea but deep down I was actually enjoying the idea that he had fantasies about me. It made me feel young and wanted again. 

"You should feel flattered mom. You're just so beautiful and I can't help it if I think about you that way." Brad said honestly. He touched my hair and softly told me. "I don't feel this way about anyone else." 

I could feel myself blushing. Was this all my fault? Have I been too permissive? Maybe it was how I dressed at home. I often left my bedroom door open when I changed and frequently only wore bra and panties when I was rushing about in the morning. Was I unintentionally fueling his fires? Was I the cause of all this? "It's my fault." I blurted out. I wanted there to be a reason for his feelings towards me. I had a need to fix this problem. I sat down and tried to blame myself for his feelings. 

Brad came around the table and hugged me from behind. "No mom, it isn't your fault. It's me. I'm the sicko. You've never done anything wrong. I'm in love with who you are." He said as he wrapped his arms lovingly around me and hugged me tightly. He had my arms lightly pinned as he cajoled me "You're perfect mom, it's me. I'm sorry if I've upset you." Brad kissed my hair and sighed. "You can't help it if you're so beautiful and you have such a sicko for a son."

His arms felt wonderful and I sensed the tension of the moment passing. I was relieved we had gotten through this crisis. "You haven't upset me honey and you know I'm not perfect, far from it and I certainly don't think you're a sicko." I smiled inwardly and put my hands over his strong arms and ran them over them, enjoying how muscular he felt. Not surprisingly, the burning sensation between my legs came back. I closed my eyes and pictured him jerking off while he thought about making love to me; his mother and I became wetter. "Any other woman would love to have such a handsome young man fantasizing about her. Honey, if I wasn't your mother, I might just make you back up all that flattery." We were back being our playful selves again but I didn't recognize that this was far from being over.

Brad sighed and hugged me tighter, "But if it wasn't you Mom, I wouldn't be interested. I know that sounds weird but that's why they call it incest. That's why it turns me on so much, making love to my own mother." He whispered and softly nuzzled my neck. 

How could I have forgotten? It was more than just having a crush on me. It was also about how forbidden incest was. And then, as if awakening from a sleep, I became aware of the electrically charged air and how intimate the two of us were right now. Brad's warm breath on my neck and his arms around me weren't a son's touch anymore. I almost panicked. "Brad honey, you have to stop that, or... " I laughed nervously and moved my neck away from his warm lips, trying to distance myself from them. I instinctively moved to free myself from his arms, but only managed to push them down around my waist. I was definitely not in control anymore. I don't know how this had turned so intimate but it had and I grew alarmed when I realized how my body was responding to my son's lips and touch. 

"Or what mom? Brad asked as he tightened his arms around my waist and kissed my neck again. His lips sent shivers through my body. His kisses grew longer and more sensuous. I felt his tongue as he trailed it over my neck. It was a lover's kiss. "I love you so much Mom." He murmured into my ear.

His kisses and words made me shiver. "Or nothing!" I exasperatedly gasped as a hot rush flowed down my neck and went directly to my pussy. What was happening to me? I shouldn't be letting him touch me like this. "You have to stop that right this minute or you're going to be in so much trouble mister." I was trying to sound serious but I don't think I was succeeding. 

"I will Mom, but I just want to show you how much I love you and how beautiful I think you are." His open palms pressed against the flat of my stomach and I sensed how close his fingers were to the underside of my breasts. "I'll stop anytime you tell me to, Mom." He said as he nibbling behind my ear. I shook all over. His voice dropped an octave and became husky and sensual. "You taste delicious Mom." 

I laughed nervously as he sent shivers through me. "Then stop now!" I said with more feeling than I actually felt. I was confused and upset with myself when I didn't make him stop. The warmth and pressure from his hands so near my breasts was incredibly erotic. I was wearing a bra and wished I wasn't. I knew what was happening was wrong but I couldn't help myself. It was as if a switch had been turned off to my brain and another one turned on to my pussy. I took Brad's hands in mine and held them, knowing that what I wanted was wrong. I had the ability to stop this but not the willpower. I held his hands just below my breasts and moved them over the flat of my stomach. "Please honey, you should stop," I was practically purring when his lips found the tender area right behind my ear and his hands brushed the underside of my bra and breasts. 

"How come I don't think you want me to stop Mom?" Brad asked as he inched his hands upward until he was cupping the underside of my breasts. "Do you really want me to stop Mom? Tell me and I will." He held his hands still but the pressure and warmth from them was still incredibly delicious. When I didn't push them away he only grew bolder. He lifted my breasts and felt their fullness. He was driving me crazy. "I've always wanted to do this Mom?" His hands covered my breasts as he explored them.

I wanted to tell him to stop but couldn't. The heat coming from his hands felt incredible and I gasped as he curled his fingers over each of my breasts and possessively massaged them through my bra. "No, no, Brad, you shouldn't do that," I moaned coarsely and arched my back; exposing even more of my neck for his hot lips. I wanted him to stop but it was as if my will to think straight was gone. I brought my hands up and covered his and half-heartedly tried to pull them away. "No Brady, this is so wrong. I... I... ah... I don't want you to do this. Please honey, you have to stop." My words were devoid of conviction as I held my hands over his. I let him touch me, and it felt wonderful... it felt right. My heart was pounding; it was difficult to sit still as my pussy contracted with spasms of desire for him. "Brad honey, you have to stop." I weakly moaned as he passionately kissed my neck and ears. 

"I will mom, as soon as I know you really want me to stop." He nuzzled my neck again and kissed me with his hot lips; his hot tongue found my ear lobe and washed it. "You're so beautiful and you make me so horny Mom." He felt my body react to his words and hands and he took my silence to continue. He used his thumbs to find my hard nipples and electrified them every so lightly until each were rock hard. He cupped each breast and massaged them. "And these are so beautiful Mom." He kept kissing my neck and ears and I melted when he told me, "I think about them all the time, Mom. I think about how big they are and how full and firm they feel right now. I jack-off thinking about them Mom. Does that upset you?" He asked innocently.

"Ahhh," I moaned. "No, no, no... it doesn't upset me." I purred as I thought about his cock. I let him touch me for several long seconds before I tried to come to my senses. I knew it was wrong but it felt so right and I didn't want it to stop. "Stop Brad. I'm your mother, this is all so wrong." I feebly said, and tried to push his hands from my breasts. I realized that reminding him I was his mother only fueled his thoughts of incest for me. I couldn't help myself when I said it again. Brad held my breasts even harder when I told him, "I'm your mother." I said it again and felt my first orgasm slam through my body. "I can't let you do this. I'm your mother and it's so wrong!" Each time I reminded him and myself that I was his mother; I came again. "We have to stop," I gasped when he pinched my nipples. "Ahhhh," I moaned louder. I couldn't keep my legs still; they were opening and closing as if they had a mind of their own. Each time they closed, a thunderclap shook my pussy. "No honey, please you...  we can't do this. I'm your mother." I moaned one more time and literally collapsed in his arms. 

Brad only fueled the fire between my legs. "Mom," He said and moaned with me. "They feel so wonderful Mom, you're so beautiful." He repeated and squeezed each one. "Can I touch them Mom? Can I see them? Just once? I won't ever ask again. Please Mom, let me look at your breasts and touch them just once. Please." The anguish in his voice matched the throbbing in my body.

"Brad, you're crazy. I won't, I can't. It's wrong and you shouldn't even ask. All those stories about mothers and son's aren't real, they're just fantasies. I read them too so I understand how you feel, but I can't." I told him but still did nothing to make him stop playing with my tits. "Just enjoy this moment." I told him as I moved my hands over his.

"Please Mom, no one will know. It's just you and me, and I love you so much, won't you please just let me see them once?" His hands were moving all over me and I really didn't want him to stop. My body stiffened and I moaned out loud. I had my second,... no, my third orgasm. I couldn't keep track anymore. I was so moist; I thought I might have wet myself. As much as I wanted to give into his desires, I knew I couldn't disrobe for him. That would be too much but I wanted something. I compromised with him and myself. 

"If I let you touch them just this once, will you promise never to ask again?" I wanted him to see them, to touch them and know them. I wanted this one moment of pure lust and incest to continue.

"I promise mom, just once and I'll never ask again!" He reached down and tried to pull my sweater over my head. 

"NO! Stop Brad!" I pushed his hands away, stopping him. "I'll let you see them but I won't let you undress me." I pulled my sweater back down and pulled my arms inside and reached around and managed to unhook my bra and worked my arms through the straps. I pulled it out a sleeve and threw it on the table. It stared back at me, my crushed cups telling their own sordid story. I was braless and I felt wickedly free and excited. "Just this once and I never want you to ask again." I pulled my son around in front of me. I parted my legs and I pulled him between them. I saw how hard he was and it made me shake all over. Before I could change my mind, I placed his hands under my sweater and let him touch my breasts. I was committing my first act of incest and it was wonderful.

Brad moved his hands all over them. "They're awesome Mom!" He breathed heavily as he found my nipples. "They're so beautiful! I love them." He croaked. "I can't believe how firm and full they are and I love you for letting me touch them. You wouldn't believe how many times I've jacked off thinking about doing this." He easily told me as he played with each nipple, rolling them between his fingers and made them even harder. He was so engrossed with my boobs that he didn't realize I had another orgasm. 

"Just this once," I wheezed as my climax tore through me. "Just this once Brad honey. Please don't ask again." I squeezed my legs around him, hoping to find his cock. I was disappointed when I couldn't find it.

"I won't Mom." He said as he pushed my sweater over my breasts and up around my shoulders. "So beautiful mom, they're just so big and perfect." He said as he gazed at them and kneaded them tenderly. "I could look at them forever," He muttered happily and shocked me when he moved his mouth to them and kissed them. He licked and sucked both of my nipples and I shook uncontrollably. "You like me doing this don't you mom? I can tell." He said as he made love to each breast.

I held his mouth to my breasts and moaned. "Huh, mmmm." I moaned. He was right; I loved everything he was doing to me. I was surprised at how gentle he was. I would have expected him to be clumsier, cruder. He was worshipping them as no lover had ever done before. I couldn't look at him when I admitted. "Yes honey, I like what you're doing." I jumped when I felt his cock move against the inside of my thigh and it thrilled and scared me when I realized how big and how hard it was. I knew I had to stop him before this went any further. "That's enough Brad, no more." I breathlessly told him and pulled my sweater back down and moved his hands away from my breasts. I stood up and picked up my bra and numbly looked at it while my body continued to quiver and shake. "Honey, you have to promise me you won't ask again." My voice had no resolve and I feared what would happen if I let him touch me again.

Brad stood before me and grinned happily. He had no remorse or regrets. "I won't, I promise, and I'm not sorry Mom." His hard cock tented the front of his shorts and reminded me of a huge wave cresting a beach. 

I wasn't sorry either but I didn't dare tell him that. He came towards me and I dropped my bra and held up my hands. "No." I whimpered. I didn't trust myself to let him touch me. I shouldn't have let this go past the first few moments but I had... willingly. Now looking into his eyes and seeing his misguided love for me, I melted inside again. I reached out and took his hands and brought them under my sweater again and let him touch me, one last time, or so I told myself. "I love you too honey. I understand your feelings but we're a decent family and we can't do this. Read your magazines, that's fine. I don't have a problem with that, just don't ask or expect me to fulfill your fantasies." I let him move his hands over my breast and felt exhilarated and daring and depraved. I felt even more decadent when I involuntarily moved my hips against him and felt his cock. I came immediately. "Oh my... !" I moaned. I pressed my body against him as my wonderful orgasm ran through my body. It took all my willpower to break the spell that surrounded us. I finally pulled his hands away and moved my hips from his. I didn't trust myself anymore. 

Brad stood in awe of what had just happened, but understood it was over... for now. "I love you mom. You're wonderful." I tried not to look but my eyes were drawn to his crotch. The outline of his hard-on was there. He was huge. It made me smile and shake inside knowing I made him that way. Without another word between us, Brad picked up his incest magazine and went to his room. 

"I love you too baby." I called out silently to his back. I stood there and shook uncontrollably as I watched him walk away. I wanted to cry out to him to come back, but I didn't. I couldn't count the number of times I had cum and hated myself for my weakness. They were orgasms like I had never experienced before. They were illicit orgasms, ones you could only have when the love was forbidden. The seed had been planted when I read his magazines and now I only wanted more. It was wrong, I told myself, but my argument was without commitment or conviction. I knew descent people didn't do what I had just done. Descent people didn't commit incest I told myself, but that didn't make how I felt any less wonderful. I was flattered and excited by my son's feelings. His interest in incest was focused on me and that thrilled me. I'm not the worst woman to look at but I do look my age. I wish I didn't weigh 140 lbs but I do. The two things that Mother Nature had given me were long legs and big boobs. I'm 5' 8" so I carry my weight well and with 36-C cup breast, I get more than my share of admiring looks from men. I stood at the back window and reached up and touched my breast. I could still feel the heat from my son's hands and I came again when I pinched my nipples.

There were no awkward moments between us after that afternoon. Our lives moved on seamlessly but we both knew we were forever changed. I briefly considered being more modest about how I dressed but that didn't seem like any fun. It was fun too to flirt and dress provocatively for my son. I made a point to wear only bra and panties when we shared coffee in the morning. I liked how his eyes undressed me and I was very aware he got hard from looking at me. I enjoyed our little teasing games and knew he did too. We didn't talk about incest again but it was always there. 

Having given my permission, Brad openly read his incest magazines, showing none of the shame or embarrassment of the first day. I would find them in the bathroom, the living room and even in the kitchen. He had no compunction about reading them in front of me either and that excited me. I would sneak glances at the front of his pants to see if he was hard and he usually was. It was exciting to catch him as he tried to discreetly adjust himself when he got hard. I hoped he was thinking about me as he read. I usually got so excited that I would sneak off to my room and masturbate. When he wasn't around, I would read them from cover to cover. I can't even begin to describe how thrilling it was the first time I let Brad find me reading one of them. It took weeks for me to work up the courage to just sit there with his nasty little magazine in front of me when he walked in the kitchen one afternoon. 

"Hey, look at you." He smiled as he saw what I was reading. "Find something interesting?" He asked as he pretended to be looking for something behind me. I know he was looking over my shoulder to see which section I was reading.

I tired not to blush but I knew I did. "Well, you leave them everywhere." I heard myself weakly explain. I had almost read the whole magazine and was extremely turned. Of course I was reading about parents and children having sex and if he hadn't come in just then, I would have had my hand under my dress and been masturbating. 

"That's a good story isn't it?" Brad said as he leaned over my shoulder and pointed to the story I was reading. "She reminds me of you Mom." He not so subtly suggested. His hands rested lightly on my shoulders and he was massaging my neck. His warm hands felt wonderful.

I knew what he meant about the mother in the story but I wanted to hear him tell me why she reminded him of me. I tried to sound innocent when I asked. "What do you mean?"

"Big boobs Mom." Brad laughed as he massaged my shoulders. He bent down and kissed my neck several times before adding, "She has big boobs and she loves letting her son touch them." 

"Brad Hunt, you're awful." I blushed at the compliment and subtle suggestion. 

"Just telling the truth Mom." His hands moved down over my shoulders, inching closer to the tops of my breasts.

"That's far enough young man." I said and placed mine on top of his and stopped them from going lower. Brad reluctantly took his hands away and kissed my cheek.

"Not far enough Mom, but I'll behave." He handed me back my magazine. "Enjoy." He said as he walked off smiling. 

I loved it that he knew I read his incest stories. I knew by reading them, I was keeping the incest door open between us, but I didn't care. I read them from cover to cover but would always go to the sections about parents fucking their children first. I often found myself identifying with the mothers in the stories and masturbated when I found one that really turned me on or struck close to home. Brad began book-marking stories that he thought would turn me on, knowing I would be curious and read it. It wasn't long before we were sitting and reading together, trading magazines when we finished one. 




Decent Family



"I picked up some new ones mom." Brad casually informed me as he set a plain brown bag down on the kitchen table. It was so fun to so be so open about our common interest. The pull of family sex... incest drew us closer each day. 

"Oh good," I smiled to myself but didn't turn around. I was daringly only wearing a thin bra and panties and didn't want Brad to see how excited my nipples already were or see the wet spot at my crotch. We were sharing something forbidden and exciting, but I was still having trouble acknowledging it. I found it easier to tease him by how I dressed then talk about incest yet. I sensed Brad's eyes on me, and it made me excited. My sheer silk panties were bunched up between my cheeks and I reached back and pulled them out. If he could have seen my face he would have known how much I enjoyed showing off my body to him. I didn't trust myself to look at him when I breezily told him, "I've about read all the ones we have." I felt wicked admitting that they were now 'our' magazines. "Some of them several times," I added bravely. I know I was blushing and could feel the heat creep up my neck. Brad noticed too. He came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and rubbed them. I practically melted into his body. "Mmm, that feels so nice." I told him. His fingers fumbled with the straps to my bra as he pushed them down over my shoulders. My heart skipped a beat. He wasn't doing anything I didn't want him to do, I told myself. 

"I'm glad you think so Mom. I reread them too, especially the ones I leave out for you. The ones about... mothers and sons." He put his face to my hair and inhaled. "It's so cool how we both like reading about the same thing Mom." His hands moved over the tops of my shoulders and inched down. "I watch you read them, and I know they affect you the same way they do me." Brad moved his arms under mine and wrapped his hands around my stomach and drew me into him. I felt his hard cock push the thin material of my underwear between my cheeks. "I think about when you let me touch you before. Do you think about that too?" He knew my answer. 

I laughed nervously as he moved his hands over my taut stomach. "Brad... you promised." I reminded him but did nothing to stop him. He knew I dressed like this for one reason... him! I didn't try to pull away from his hard cock. "And yes, I think about that day. It was beautiful and exciting... but something we can't do again honey." I knew I didn't sound very convincing. I turned around and found my pussy pressed up against his cock. He held me lightly, and moved his hips back, making me search for his hard cock. I greedily found him and wickedly pressed myself against him. My whole body responded. If we were lovers, I would have fucked him right there, standing up.

"I think about how awesome your tits are Mom," He whispered as he pressed back against me. His cock was against my pussy. "But you know that don't you Mom? You know I jack off thinking about you." He huskily said and moved his hips suggestively against me. His cock became wedged between my damp lips; only my panties and his shorts separated us. We rocked back and forth together, my pussy coming alive. I was as wet as a dishrag as I enjoyed the thrill of my son's cock. 

I lay my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around him and held him to me. "I know you do honey." I murmured. "It makes me excited knowing you do." I moved my hips rhythmically against him, stimulating my clit as I rocked against him. He felt so damn big down there and my resolve melted faster than snow in summer as we held each other. I nervously laughed and tried to keep the mood light. "I like it that you feel you can tell me which stories you like best." I lightly pushed back against his cock and smiled. "We should stop this now or you're going to get ideas." I said as I tried to move my hips away from his. Brad's cock followed me.

He reached behind me and pulled me to him again. "I already have those ideas Mom." He hungrily shoved his cock hard at me this time. "Can't you tell?" He teased. "Let me touch you again Mom, please. You loved it as much as I did." He soothingly whispered into my ear and ignored my plea to stop. He slowly rotated his hips as he reached between us and touched my breast. His fingers found my nipple through my thin bra and he lightly pinched it. I moaned with forbidden pleasure. "This is the perfect bra mom. I can see your pink areolas and see how hard your nipples are." He said as gently attacked the other one. 

"Brad you promised!" I gasped as exquisite pleasure overwhelmed my body. "You have to stop this." I weakly told him as I pushed my pussy back at him. 

"Just this once, Mom? I'm so excited; I know you want me to." He said as he ground his hard-on against my pussy. 

Oh! I certainly did want him. The head of his cock was practically ripping a hole through my panties. "Honey, we shouldn't. We have so much going together and I love sharing our stories together but I can't let us do this." I sadly told him and pushed his hand away from my breasts. They ached where his hands hand just been and I wanted to put them back 

"They're so beautiful mom. I love touching them." He murmured softly and reached for them again. I let him.

He used both hands and I moved into him and automatically sought out his cock again. I wanted to feel him between my cunt lips again. Despite our clothes I felt his steel rod work itself deeper between my pussy lips as he fondled my breasts. I had an explosive orgasm when he pinched them lightly. My mind was shouting for me to stop him but my body was begging for more. His hard cock burrowed into my pussy and I almost cried out for him to go ahead and fuck me but I couldn't make myself do it. I became giddy. I realized that I was having fun fooling around with my son. I foolishly told myself I could stop this anytime I wanted to. "Brad honey, I love doing this as much as you do but you promised last time that that would be the last time," I teased. "How can I ever believe you?" I involuntarily lifted one leg and wrapped it around him and trapped his cock against my pussy. "You're making your mother do such terrible things." I laughed softly and moved my pussy against his cock.

Brad laughed with me and grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. "I don't think they're so terrible." He quipped as he held me by the hips and shoved his cock further between my lips. He knew he could do anything he wanted now.

I felt like we were already lovers when I hooked my other leg around him and let him hold me up in the air. I was practically throwing my pussy at him now, but I knew it was time to stop. "Enough honey. We can't do this. Decent people don't do this." I laughed at how silly that sounded. 

Brad ignored my plea and massaged my ass and even dared inch his fingers towards my pussy but he stopped short of touching me there. "Are you sure we're decent people Mom? This doesn't feel very decent to me." He kissed my neck and ears over and over and whispered, "I love you Mom, more than anything." 

I couldn't help but laugh. This was fun and wicked and wrong and I loved being in his arms. "I know you do baby, and I love you too but this is so wrong." I reluctantly unwrapped myself from his arms and stood away from him. The outline of his cock stood out boldly and I wanted to drop to my knees and touch him. "Now go to your room and I'll go to mine and we'll both masturbate and cool down." I teased. I turned and silently went to my room and masturbated as I thought about what I had just done. I knew I only wanted it to happen again.

Later that night, as if nothing had happened earlier, we sat together and read our incest magazines together. I was wearing a thin top and panties and Brad was only wearing a thin cotton pair of shorts. Brad finished a story and handed it to me. "I love this story, bet you will too." I could tell by his smile that it was a hot story. 

"Thank you dear." I read it immediately. When I finished, I looked over at him and smiled. "I like that one too." I didn't try to hide the fact that I had my hand over my pussy. I was wet enough to soak through them. 

Brad grinned and winked as he stared at my crotch. "I thought you would. That was so cool how the mother convinced her son that blowjobs were actually healthy for him." He laughed at his lewd suggestion. 

I laughed, "He must be the healthiest kid on his block after all the times she sucked him off." I couldn't help blushing at talking that way. 

Brad immediately feigned being sick. "Oh mom, I don't feel so good. Could you please give me a hummer so I'll feel better?" 

I laughed too. "You wish." If only I dared to just crawl between his legs and put that monster of a cock in my mouth and suck him off!

I had long lost my shyness about looking at Brad's hard-on. He seemed to take a great pleasure in sitting in front of me with it tenting in his shorts. I couldn't help but silently wonder what it looked and felt like. He had a swimmers build, tight chest muscles and absolutely the greatest ass ever to go with his thick cock. One time as I was coming out one door and he was coming in, we bumped into each other and Brad's hard-on pressed right up against me. I laughed, "Brad, you're going to hurt someone with that thing if you're not careful." It was meant to be a joke but it made me lightheaded to feel how hard he was. 

"It won't hurt and I'll be careful mom," he teased. He looked down at his tented shorts and grinned. "Maybe I should put a warning sign on it." 

"Yeah," I chimed, "Mothers beware!" 

Once when I was out of town, I found our favorite magazines at a newsstand. I was so proud of myself for buying them and couldn't wait to show Brad what I had done. "Look what I bought!" I showed him. "The newest editions," I proudly announced. It was the first time I had ever purchased them and felt pretty good about myself for doing that. Buying them for us made me drunk with incest thoughts. I was growing more comfortable with our intimacy with each passing day. I didn't feel nearly as guilty about what my son and I did anymore. I knew we were closer than any other mother and son I knew. 

"Want me to leave one for you?" He teased me; he knew full well that I would want to read all of them.

"Yes of course. I can't wait to read them. I thought I did quite well saving them until I got home. I wanted to share them with you first." I informed him. I had of course, taken a couple of old ones with me so I would have something to masturbate with. 

"I'll take one and you can have these two." He knew I couldn't wait to sit and relax and read them.

Then it struck me, I didn't know where Brad bought his. "Brad honey, were do you go to buy them?" We lived in a small town and I knew none of the local stores carried Family Frolicks or Loving Families, two of the titles we both liked best. 

"Where? At Decents." He said matter of factually. 

"Decents?" I said aloud and then remembered. It was the adult bookstore about 20 miles from town. "Decents, where decent people go for decent fun," was how they advertised themselves. 

"One in the same, Mom. Dirty books and videos," He said as he rubbed the front of his shorts and showed me how hard he was. "Dirty books that I buy and share with my mother."

He made me blush. "Maybe I could go with you next time you go. It's been years since I was there." I was thinking I could use a new vibrator. 

Brad smirked and read my mind. "What's the matter Mom? Need a new vibrator? Yours wearing out?" 

"Brad Hunt, how dare you talk to your mother like that!" I wasn't mad of course. I actually enjoyed being able to talk so candidly about sex with him. "But if you must know, yes I do need a new vibrator. Mine has been getting a lot of use lately." It was fun admitting that to him. "Some young man keeps getting me all horny." 

Brad grinned. "I know what you mean. This sexy older woman is driving me crazy. I jerk off two or three times a day thinking about her."

"Bragger," I grinned but knew he was telling the truth. "But I must admit, my young man gets me so horny I usually have to masturbate at least twice a day." 

The sexual talk and touching only increased over the next few days and weeks and I did nothing to discourage it. One evening as I was watching TV in the living room and Brad came in and joined me but not to watch TV. He came in to read. He stretched out on the couch next to me with a copy of Family Four Play. He was wearing his favorite loose fitting cotton shorts. I couldn't miss how hard he was before he even lay down. I gazed longingly at the front of his shorts and felt my pussy start to dampen. The outline of his cock was so perfectly molded; I could make out every vein. 

"Anything good on?" He asked, obviously not interested in TV as he started reading.

"Just the usual," I told him as I tried to watch the TV and him at the same time. I knew he masturbated or jerked off frequently, so did I, but we had always given each other some space when we got horny but tonight seemed different. It was as if he sensed he could do anything he wanted to in front of me. He was intentionally flaunting his cock, daring me to look at his bare, muscular chest and the obvious hard-on he had. He looked very comfortable with himself as he read and I liked that. It made me smile and feel good about our relationship to think we could be so open with each other. I even teased Brad about a certain story he was reading, betting him he was going to jerk off after reading it. He didn't deny it.

I had become increasingly more casual and less discreet about how I dressed in front of Brad. The bras I wore were fancier, usually lace trimmed and fairly transparent. Even my choice of panties became more brazen. Several times I had worn thongs and Brad just about flipped when he saw me in those. 

"Heck mom, I won't have to read anything when I jerk off tonight. All I'll have to do is think about how hot you look in those." He was almost panting as he spun me around and looked at my ass. He stood behind me and rubbed my ass and blew into my ear. "You have the smoothest skin Mom," he said as he ran his hands over my cheeks. "I could cum just touching you." He lewdly promised. To my surprise and pleasure, he knelt behind me and planted little kisses all over my bare cheeks. 

"Oh you devil!" I mewed as he kissed my ass cheeks. I guess if I didn't want this kind of attention I wouldn't have dressed so brazenly. "Brad, you're tickling me," He was but it felt good too. I teasingly wiggled my butt for him. "Honey, I don't think you need my help jacking off. You're horny all the time anyway." It made me feel so alive and excited to be able to talk dirty with him. It was if we were already lovers. 

"I'm horny because of you Mom, but I'll take all the help you want to give me when it comes to jacking off." He said as licked between my cheeks and kissed my ass. I felt his tongue follow the string down between my cheeks. I wanted to reach around and pulled them apart but I just couldn't make myself cross that line... yet. When he stood up, his cock was so hard it had pulled his shorts inches away from his body.

I laughed and bent over and did a little bump and grind. "Glad I could help sailor." I knew we were way past having innocent fun. It had become so easy and fun to be sexual with him. The guilt was lessening and so were my objections to incest. I loved having him kiss my ass and exposing my body to him. I wanted him to look at me and do things to me.

"Geez Mom, just stay like that and I will cum." He was gripping his cock through his shorts and lustily pretending to jerk himself off.

I laughed and stood up. "Sorry buddy, times up. If you want to see the next show, you'll have to buy another ticket." I was absolutely dripping and the front of my panties did nothing to hide that from Brad's eyes. There was a large wet spot right over my crotch.

Brad stared at my pussy. "You're such a tease mom," He laughed good-naturedly. "I've had a little accident too." A wet spot about the size of a quarter showed on the front of his gray shorts. His precious pre-cum was leaking out. Brad pointed to my crotch and told me, "Looks like you have too. It's a shame we're wasting it." 

I innocently ignored his comment about my wet pussy. "Oh, poor baby. I thought you liked it when I teased you." I said innocently and reached out and touched the wet spot over his cock head. "I guess you have more than you need." I giggled and jumped back from his hands. 

That pretty much blew him away. "If you get to touch me, I get to touch you too!" Brad reached for my crotch and I let him put his hand over my pussy. His finger rested between my wet slit. "I won't have any problem beating off now." He smiled and pushed his finger up and down my gash. 

"Leave your door open and I'll listen." I moaned.

"I'd rather have you watching."

"Maybe someday I will." I grinned wickedly and left him standing there thinking about that.

Touching and flirting became everyday occurrences for us. I liked it when Brad would find an excuse to straighten my bra straps. His hands always seemed to end up on my breasts. I let him play with them for a few minutes as we silently looked at each other. Once, when we were hugging, Brad's cock somehow worked itself out of his boxer shorts and found my waiting pussy. I couldn't see it but I sure could feel him. "You're going to get a cold if you let it stick out like that." I breathed heavily as he nestled it against my panties. My body tingled all over while we stood like that. Brads hands were still on my breasts and I couldn't help myself when I ground my cunt against him. 

"I know a warm place to put it." He lewdly suggested as we dry humped each other.

Brad dated and that was good but it also meant he wasn't home with me. I actually got moody and depressed when he hadn't touched me intimately for several days I hated being denied looking at his body too. When I was sure he was staying home, my mood would change and I would be noticeably happier and friskier and ask him, "Are you going to read tonight?" I hoped he would get the hint that I wanted to see him with a hard-on. 

Brad knew what I wanted and teased me. "What's the matter Mom? Are you horny?" We both laughed but I was dead serious about it.

I would give him a coy little smile and say, "Maybe." He knew I was.

Tonight as Brad read, I raptly watched as his shorts rose slowly before my eyes. His cock looked immense, bigger than usual I thought. I'm sure it had to be at least eight inches long and I was positive my fingers wouldn't reach around it. I watched as he touched himself through his shorts. He grabbed it and pulled on it twice and then stopped. I thought about what it would be like to watch him masturbate, and it made my pussy drip. I was disappointed when he straightened it up along his stomach and then took his hand away. I almost cried out but caught myself before I did. I was dangerously horny tonight and I knew I was going to do something about it. I could feel the dampness between my legs and I fanned myself to cool down. When Brad suddenly sat up and faced me he looked pleased to find me intently watching him. 

"Have to pee." He casually said, the grin on his face told me he knew I had been watching him. When he stood, his shorts poked out like a tent and Brad casually reached inside them and straightened it. "Oh, sorry Mom. I forgot myself," He chuckled and moved quickly past me.

"You did not and you are such a tease." I panted. I sat there breathing hard as my pussy flowed rivers. The way he had stood there and let me admire him just fueled my lust for him. I loved looking at his youthful body and my fears of becoming more intimate with him diminished with each passing moment. A year ago I would have been embarrassed to have been caught looking at his crotch but not anymore! I was the one that seemed to be begging for more intimacy. I couldn't resist touching myself. My lightweight pajama bottoms were thin enough to easily masturbate through. Within seconds my crotch was soaked and I pushed my finger through the wet material and between my slit and drove my pussy wild. When I thought I heard Brad returning I quickly crossed my legs and pretended to be watching TV. I was disappointed when it was another five minutes before he returned. I wondered what was taking him so long since. When he came back, his erection was gone. 




Decent Family



"My turn," I said as I stood up, making no attempt to hide my wet crotch. I was disappointed that his hard-on was gone but tried not to show it as I headed for the bathroom. I wasn't gone more than a few minutes but when I returned I was thrilled to find Brad playing with his cock. He had his hand down his shorts and was beating off. 

"That looks fun." It was all I could think of saying. I checked my emotions as I stood over him and watched as he fisted his cock under his shorts. 

"You have no idea mom." Brad grinned up at me. His hand continued to move under his shorts. "You know I'm thinking about you." An innocent smile covered his face as he continued to play with his cock. "Just looking at you makes me want to cum."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," I told him as I watched his hand. "You know what it does to me when you do that," I exasperatedly said as I sat with my legs spread and watched him. His chest rose and fell as he openly masturbated himself. He made no effort to be discrete. My breathing became labored as I watched. Every once in awhile, I even got a peak at the head of his cock. This went on for several minutes and I couldn't pull my eyes away. I was sure he was going to jack off right there. A little gasp escaped my lips and Brad turned and looked at me. 

"You alright Mom?" He asked as he looked innocently at me. He was still holding his cock as he smiled at me. He knew he was stretching the limits of our permissive behavior and he didn't care. Somehow he sensed tonight was different. 

I couldn't tear my eyes off his cock and I realized I was talking directly to it. "Alright? Yes of course I'm all right, why wouldn't I be? Why wouldn't I be ok? Just because you're playing with your cock in front of me, why should I be ok?" I said and pointed to his hand. How could he do this to me? He knew very well what it was doing to me. Did he think I was made of stone? Did he think it didn't affect me? Did he think it was ok to openly jack off in front of me? He must since I didn't tell him to stop. 

"Geez Mom, I'm sorry, I'll stop," He said as he withdrew his hand from inside his shorts. "I won't do it again." He looked a little sheepish but unrepentant. "I thought you liked watching me." He said innocently and reached up and ran his finger along the length of his cock. "I thought you liked seeing me hard." 

I was flabbergasted. He had called my bluff. "No... Yes I do... no don't stop. I'm so confused! You know darn well I like watching you!" I blurted. "Do it! I know how much you want to. I don't care." I told him. I realized Brad wasn't looking at me; his eyes were lower. I followed them; they were on my wide-open legs. My hand was resting over my pussy. 

Brad smiled and gave me a little approving laugh. "You look like you were enjoying yourself too, Mom." He grinned as he stared at my hand. 

I hadn't even realized that my hand was between my legs or that I had been touching myself as I watched him. The damp material of my shorts was bunched up between my pussy lips. I quickly pulled my hand away and blushed. "Brad, I'm, ah... Brad you're embarrassing me!" I tried to look serious but I couldn't pull it off. I started to giggle because it was obvious what I had been doing. I had been caught fingering myself. I met his eyes and smiled. "Well I'm only human!" 

We both laughed. Brad playfully gripped his shorts and pulled his cock lewdly for me. "I'm only human too, Mom. I'll behave if you insist." 

"No! Don't behave! I want to watch you do that." I must have sounded ridiculous because Brad burst out laughing. 

"I won't behave if you don't." He grinned as he sat there and slowly stroked his cock for me. "It's pretty cool that you want to watch me Mom." 

My lips were dry and I couldn't speak or meet his eyes. "Yes I guess it is and I like doing this for you too." I let my hand drop between my legs again and ran my fingers over my pajama-covered pussy. So what? I wanted him to see me touch myself. What harm was there in openly masturbating in front of each other? I kept my legs spread, welcoming his eyes. I pulled the damp material from between my pussy lips and then pushed my fingers back between them. "I like it when we're bad together." I desperately wanted to slip my hand up the leg of my shorts and touch my pussy. 

"Me too, Mom. It's fun being bad together." He said and stretched his arms. His cock was outlined lewdly inside his shorts. "Last chance to look," He said and stood up and flaunted his cock before my eyes. It threatened to break over the top of his shorts when he exaggeratedly stretched again. All I could see was cock. It stood out proudly against his shorts. "Look all you want Mom. I want you too and I want to watch you do that too," He said as he pointed to my pussy.  

"I know you do baby and I love doing it for you," I meekly said as I moved my fingers across my pussy. I pushed the material in with one finger and grinned up at him. "I like having you watch me. It makes me horny and I like that." I told him as I pushed a finger deep between my cunt lips. "See! See how hot you make me!" 

Brad licked his lips as he watched me finger myself. The head of his cock briefly popped over the top of the elastic as he watched. "Don't stop Mom. I'll be right back." He told me as he headed to the bathroom. As soon as I heard the door close, I pulled the leg of my shorts away from my pussy and furiously fingered myself. Within seconds I was experiencing an orgasm. I shoved two fingers up inside of me and worked my clit with my thumb and came several more times, all the time thinking about my son's cock. I saw myself holding it and masturbating him and I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help myself. I continued to finger fuck myself and anxiously listened for any sound from the bathroom. It seemed like forever before he returned. He must be jacking off I thought. Is that what he had done the first time? I wondered how many times he could cum in one night. I wanted to go to the bathroom door and listen and look in but I didn't. When he finally came back, the front of his shorts was different again. He wasn't hard. 

I was disappointed when Brad didn't immediately notice that I had opened the top two buttons of my pajama top or how my breasts were spilling out and exposed. I wanted him to see them and want them again. They ached for his hands.

Brad seemed to be pretending the last twenty minutes hadn't happen. He was innocently stretched out on the couch and was reading again. I was so frustrated that he hadn't noticed how my breasts were exposed that I almost buttoned my top again. I took a quick looked down my front and admired the swell of my breasts and how hard my nipples were. They were very excited. Since Brad wasn't watching, I reached up and played with each one and smiled at my brazenness. The thin cotton top did nothing to hide how hard my nipples were and I silently screamed for my son to turn around but he just kept on reading. I sat there panting like a bitch in heat. I had to get his attention or I was going to burst. 

"Good stories this month?" I waited for him to notice me. 

"Yeah, really good, Mom." The words tumbled out of his surprised mouth as he finally noticed my boobs. I looked down and smiled at how big my nipples looked against the thin material. My eyes went right to Brad's cock and I was rewarded as it grew before my eyes. "Wow, Mom!" He said under his breath as he stared at my breasts. "You know how horny I get looking at your boobs." He gripped his hard-on and stroked it again.

I couldn't help smile at his reaction. "Oh my, I didn't notice." I smiled and looked down at my almost fully exposed breasts. "I should button up. You certainly don't need you to get any more naughty ideas." I pretended to start to button up again. 

"NO!" Brad blurted out. "You know you don't have to do that. You're fine." He panted and gripped his cock even tighter. 

I was determined to do a little more teasing of my own. "So which is it? Do you like seeing my boobs or watch me touch myself? Which is it Brad?" I asked innocently as I reached up with one hand and pinched each nipple through the thin cotton while the other hand played with my pussy. 

"Heck Mom, don't make me choose. I love seeing your boobs and you know I love watching you play with your pussy." His hand gripped his cock harder as he stroked himself for me. "You're so hot!" He said, as his eyes darted from my boobs and then to my pussy.

"I won't make you choose honey." I giggled and pointed to his newly arisen cock. "Not as long as you stay that way for me." I reached up and pulled my top away from my chest and pretended to fan myself, exposing even more of my breasts for him. "It's so warm in here, don't you think?" Brad couldn't tear his eyes off of my body and I couldn't take my eyes off of his hand and cock. Seeing me acting like this was something new for him. "I'm so warm down her too." I said as I lazily continued to touch my pussy through my shorts. Brad could only jerk off faster as he watched me. Several times the pink head of his cock came into view and I had to stifle my moans when an orgasm shook my body. I must have had three or four silent ones while we openly masturbated in front of each other. I finally couldn't take it longer.

Brad groaned and fisted his cock even faster. "I have to pee again." He started to get up. 

"No! Don't you dare! Stay right here. I know what you're going to do!" I said loud enough and with enough urgency that it startled him. I knew he was going to jack off again. 

He looked at me, mouth open. "Do? What do you mean Mom?" Somehow the head of his cock was now pointing down the leg of his shorts, and fully exposed. I gasped at how swollen and purple it looked. He didn't try to hide it from me.

"I can't take it any longer. I want to watch you. I want to watch you masturbate, or jerk off as you like calling it. You're driving me crazy by making me watch you play with yourself. I can't stand it one more minute! I have to see you do it! I want to see you jack off and cum!" A thousand things ran through my head. I knew what I wanted was wrong but I didn't care anymore. I lusted for my son. "I want to watch you masturbate and I want to see you cum and I want it right now!" I almost demanded.

Brad was stunned. My offer was almost too much for him to comprehend. "Man Mom, if you're really serious, I will right now. I've always wanted to do it in front of you but I didn't think you'd ever let me." He was challenging me to something that didn't need challenging. I had already told him what I wanted. My desires were way beyond reading incest stories or flashing my tits or pussy at him. I wanted more and I wanted it now, tonight. 

"I meant it Brad; go ahead, I want you to do it." I said softly. I was spent emotionally. I couldn't fight what my body wanted and needed anymore. I wanted my son to masturbate in front of me. I wanted to watch that beautiful cock of his spurt cum through the air. My crotch was soaked and I showed him. "See how I am? See what I'm doing? I masturbated twice when you were gone. I'm so damn horny for you!" I almost screamed. To show him how crazy for him I was, I stuck my hand inside my shorts and openly finger fucked my pussy. "I'm fingering myself. That's how horny I am for you! "I want what we read about in our books." I pushed my fingers deep inside of me and fucked myself and looked at him for approval. I had no idea what I would do if he turned me down.

I had nothing to fear. "I want that too Mom. I want to jack off while you're doing that. " He said pointing to my pussy. "Don't stop fingering yourself!" He said as he sat back put his hand inside his shorts and began to jack off again... for real this time. "I want what we read about too, more than anything. I'll do anything you want me to." He said as he pulled on his cock. 

"I've tried to be a good and decent mother but I can't anymore." I told him as I masturbated myself. "I want you to jack off for me." I pleaded. I wasn't worried that he would hate me for doing this anymore. 

"Oh mom, you're the best mother a guy could ever have. You're decent and loving and I could never stop loving you. All those hot stories we read, we can be just like those people." He leaned back and stroked his hard cock for me. "See Mom, my cock is hard because of you."

"I see you baby and I love it. Please don't stop. I need to see you jack off and cum." I sighed. "I want us to live just like the people in our stories. I want us to be wild and do crazy sexual things together, to love each other. I want to commit incest with you!" I knew promising myself that we wouldn't do more than masturbate together was foolish. I knew I wanted it to go further. "I want you to jack off anytime you want to. Just please promise me you won't ask for more." I knew I was susceptible to any sexual suggestion and I wanted him to promise me he wouldn't ask me to do more. 

Brad nodded comically. "I promise Mom. I won't ask to do more." He said as he faced me. He was only feet from me as he gripped his cock through his shorts. "I'll jack off as many times as you want Mom." He told me as he pulled his shorts away from his cock and pointed it at me, as if offering it up to me.

I wanted more. "I love it when you talk that way baby and I think about you when I masturbate too." My eyes were glued to his hand and cock and I could feel myself creaming. "I think of you that way when I read and I want it to be us." 

"I jerk off every night thinking about the times when I touched your tits. They're so big and hard and soft all at the same time." He feverishly told me as he worked his cock and made himself hotter. "I know you liked me touching them." 

"I did baby, I loved every second you had your hands on me." I could almost feel his hands on them now. "I didn't want you to stop Brad, but I was afraid. I'm not afraid anymore." I smiled and closed my eyes and quietly suggested, "I think you should take your shorts off honey. I want to see it when you cum." I said it so softly that Brad almost didn't hear me. I wanted to see his cock. I couldn't deny myself that wicked pleasure one more second. 

He looked stunned. I think he thought he was going to have to jack off in his shorts. "Heck yes Mom. I want you to see it when I cum." He quickly tore them off and stood naked before me. "How's that Mom, better?" 

"Oh yes much better," I groaned. I was so happy to finally to be able to just sit back and look at his beautiful cock instead of fantasizing about it. "I love looking at your naked body and your wonderful cock." I panted and rubbed my legs together. "And I love watching you jacking off! Promise you'll do it for me all the time now." I pleaded.

"I will, I will Mom." He spread his legs wider so I could see his big balls. His cock was long and thick and curved slightly upwards. I wondered how it would feel inside of me. I'm glad he couldn't read my mind. "I'll jerk off for you anytime mom, just tell me." He panted.

"I don't want you to ask baby, just do it from now on, anytime you want to. Mommy wants to see her big boy jack off and cum anytime he wants to!" A guttural voice, not my own, told him what I wanted. I managed to sit up a little in my chair and watched as he beat off. I licked my lips in anticipation of seeing his cum flow from him. "You've already cum twice; maybe it will take you longer this time." I worried he wouldn't be able to cum so quickly again. I had no idea of the sexual prowess of my son. 

"Heck Mom, I can cum three or four times, maybe more if you're watching me." He proudly told me. 

"I hope so baby. I want to see you cum as many times as you can." I was dripping a river of my own cum from between my legs and I meant every word I had just said. I wanted to watch him jerk off and talk dirty to me. I was aware that my breasts were still partially covered and it seemed so silly how ten minutes ago that had seemed so daring. My chest was heaving and I could feel the swell of my breasts as they strained to escape my top. 

Brad laughed joyously. "You're so hot mom. Keep talking dirty and touching your pussy and I'll be up all night jacking off for you." His eight inches of hard cock looked so delicious. I was unaware that I was running my tongue across my dry lips. I wanted to taste him and take his cock deep down my throat. The look on Brad's face was intense as he beat off for me. He had his cock pointed at me, as if to say, 'this is all for you Mom.' "Can I ask for just one more thing, Mom?" He paused in mid stroke. 

It took me a few seconds to realize he was asking me something; my eyes were glued to his cock and his heavy balls. "What honey," I answered as if in a fog.

"I know I promised... but," He hesitated to gauge my response. When I blankly stared at him he went on, "Will you take off your top?" The look on his face was charmingly innocent. 

"Why the hell not?" I said barely audible. I didn't hesitate; my hands flew to my buttons and I practically ripped my top off. I had gone this far, so why not let him see my tits again? "Better?" I asked as I looked down at my ripe breasts. I thought they were too large but I'm glad my son liked them. They sagged a little but tonight they felt young and alive. I was proud of how firm they still were. My hard nipples pointed outward, begging for attention. I moved my hand to them and caressed them and made my nipples even harder. I put my other hand between my legs and ran my fingers along my wet slit, and moaned with carnal pleasure. Brad's face beamed with excitement. "Is that what you wanted to see baby? Do you like seeing me touch my tits and play with myself?" I sat forward a little and shook my shoulders and made my breasts shake. I used to do that as a teenager to excite my boyfriends, except I wasn't a teen anymore and this wasn't a neighbor boy in front of me, this was my son. I felt giddy. I pulled my shoulders back and proudly displayed my tits for my son. "Just for you baby. Look all you want!"

"I'm looking Mom! You're so hot!" He said as he faced me and continued to masturbate. "Thanks for letting me see them again Mom. I won't ask again." He promised for the third time.

I shook with desire and lust and told him, "Its ok honey. I want you to ask me to do things. I like turning you on." I could feel my juices flowing as I fingered myself and sat naked from the waist up. "Think this will help you cum?" I teased him by holding my tits and jiggling them. I was actually having fun now instead of dreading each second. "Or do you need more?" I giggled playfully, because I just knew he would.

Brad inched closer and fisted his cock even faster. He closed his eyes and he threw his head back before he looked down at me and smiled. "Will you lick them mom? Just like the mother's do in our stories." He was shaking. "Please."

I clapped my hands together and laughed like a schoolgirl, my breasts bounced heavily. "Of course I will baby," I pulled up one breast and just did manage to get my tongue on my nipple. I licked each one several times before I wet my fingers and pinched my nipples. "I feel like a whore or a porn star." I laughed happily. "My breasts are super sensitive and I can cum sometimes from just playing with them and thinking about you." 

"Ah shit mom yes, just like that, just like a whore would. Play with your tits just like that!" A few seconds later, and Brad was telling me he was going to cum. "I'm doing it Mom! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" His voice was strained, almost animalistic. His hand flew over his cock faster than I could imagine would feel good. "Ahhhhhhh yesss!" he said when he finally shot white ropes of cum out of his cock. Some of it landed on the carpet, some on his hand, and some of it landed on my legs. I loved it! I loved watching my son jack off! His head was thrown back and his hips were thrust forward as he continued to cum. He was a magnificent animal! 




Decent Family



I squeezed my legs together and moaned loudly and came with him. Brad didn't even notice. I pinched my nipples hard and felt my pussy flood my hand as I watched in awe as more long streams of cum ejaculated from his cock. He finally slumped back onto the couch, his fist still wrapped around his cock. The look of pure lust and pleasure on his face was one I will never forget. "That was beautiful darling." I said as I fought to control my breathing. "It was better than any fantasy." I told him as I worked my hand up the leg of my pajamas and fingered my pussy. 

"Wheweee! That was the best mom. I've never cum that hard before," He told me as he sat there grinning foolishly. "I told you all I needed was to see your tits." 

I laughed, "Well you got a bonus since I let you watch me finger myself too." Until tonight I probably wouldn't have been able to talk so dirty with him, but all that had changed now. "I'm glad I was able to help." I laughed giddily. "But I think you could have done it without seeing my boobs." I was on to him but I didn't mind. I did it because I wanted to. "If you promise to cum like that all the time, maybe I'll have to go topless around here," I coyly suggested. I felt so wicked. I knew I would do almost anything for him from now on; including letting him play with my tits anytime he wanted. 

Brad looked sheepishly at me and admitted, "I probably could have Mom but it was a lot more fun this way." He grinned at me as he casually rubbed his spent cream into his chest and pubic area and smiled at me. "Got it all over me," He grinned and showed me his fingers. "Can't let it go to waste." He said as he licked his fingers.

"Oh Brad," I groaned as I watched him eat his own cum. My mouth opened and closed. I wanted a taste too. I fingered myself harder and came screaming! "AHHHH!"

"Wow Mom, that was awesome!" Brad shrank back as he watched me climax. "I don't suppose decent people do this kind of stuff, but I don't feel very decent right now. Jacking off for you makes me feel pretty indecent," He laughed and sucked his fingers again. 

"Ok, ok, maybe we aren't as normal as most families but you and I are still a decent, loving family. What we have is very special and I refuse to feel guilty about it and neither should you. I don't want to stop what we're doing... ever! But I can't let it go further baby." I wanted to make sure he knew there were still limits. "I've discovered so much about myself in the last year and I'm happy about us. I never new I could enjoy the kind of porn we both read or that I would be sitting here half naked with you but here we are. I love what we just did; it was beautiful. I like seeing you naked and all hot and horny." I told him and showed him how my finger was still buried in my pussy. "And I loved watching you jack off." That was about as open as I had ever been with anyone and it wasn't lost on Brad. 

Brad wasn't fazed by what I said about limitations. All he wanted to do was jack off again. "That's what I love about you Mom; you're so darn honest and open... and horny!" He grinned at me and sat up. "I bet I could cum again. Want me too?" 

I laughed, of course I did. "I was kind of hoping I would get to see your monster act at least once more tonight." I could tell Brad liked hearing me refer to his cock as monstrous. "But I really need to clean up a little first. I got kind of wet down here." I wasn't bashful about admitting that now. I ran my finger through my wet cotton shorts and told him. "If you can keep me this wet and horny I'm going to wear you out honey!" 

"I hope so Mom but for now, I need something to drink, be right back." He said as he walked naked past me to the kitchen. 

I grinned greedily, possessively, as I looked at his engorged cock as it flopped up and down when he walked by. "Hey wait for me and thanks for asking if I wanted anything," I chided him and gave his butt a playful swat.

"Hey watch that or your going to make me think you like my ass." He teased as he put his arm around my shoulders and drew me into him. His fingertips grazed the tops of my breast and I didn't discourage him from touching them as we walked into the kitchen.

"Watch it buster, those are your mother's boobs you're fooling with." I told him as he wrapped his hand around my breast and possessively squeezed it. 

"Sorry Mom won't happen again," He grinned and made me laugh. 

"Your promises aren't worth squat buster," I laughed. He held my breasts and tweaked my nipple before heading to the refrigerator. When he bent over to get a drink, I got a glorious view of his muscular legs and tight ass. I couldn't resist putting my hand between them take hold of his cock. I milked him like a bull. "Sorry. Just couldn't help myself." I giggled and scooted out of his reach. 

Brad stood up and chased me around the table, "Oh boy Mom, you're really in for it now. If you think you can just grab my cock and get away with it you're in for a big surprise!" He promised as he chased me around the kitchen table.

"No Brad, behave! Stop!" I screamed and laughed as he chased me. It was fun to laugh and fool around with him like this. He was almost the perfect lover, except I hadn't made love to him... yet. We were both laughing and enjoying ourselves and I let him catch me. His hands immediately went to my boobs and cupped them firmly from behind. "Let me go right now or you're going to be in such big trouble young man!" I twisted and squirmed but he wouldn't let me go. "No Brad, please don't. Stop," I giggled, as he held me and covered my breasts with his big hands. His wonderfully warm body felt heavenly against mine, and I loved how his cock felt as it pressed into the crease of my pajama bottoms. His touch was so gentle and loving. "Please Brad, let me go, we shouldn't do this, you're naked." That sounded so silly and it made us both laugh. 

"Naked! How did I get this way? I don't remember taking off my cloths." He laughed as he worked his cock between my legs and rubbed it over my pussy lips. 

It felt marvelous to let him play with my tits and drive my pussy crazy. I could see us doing this often. I reached around with one arm and held his hot buns with my hand. The more I wiggled the further his cock sank into the folds of my cunt. "Oh honey, that feels so nice but you should stop." My voice was barely above a whisper and he knew I didn't mean it. When he kissed my neck and blew in my ear, I melted. I pulled him harder into me. "Oh my god, you're marvelous." I mewed. 

"We don't have to stop Mom." He suggested as we practically made love standing up. "I don't think you want me to stop. Just tell me one more time and I will, promise." He challenged me as he expertly rolled my hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger and drove me crazy with desire. 

I might have been able to resist his hands but not the hard cock pressing into my pussy. I lost it. It felt like a steel rod forcing itself between my legs and into my pussy. I weakly submitted to my lust. "Ok, just this one time." I calmly said. It wasn't as if we were actually fucking. I moved my butt against his cock and let him push into me. "But you have to promise, no more." I couldn't help myself, he felt that good. I pushed back into him. "You're so damn hard. I love it!" I told him and ground my ass against him and felt his cock press deeper between the folds of my willing pussy.

"I love how wet your pussy feels." He said as he tenderly kissed my neck. "I promise never to do this again," he said and kissed my ear, "or this either," he lied as he kissed my long neck, "and I promise never ever to do this again either." He told me as he pulled me back into him and pushed his hard cock even further between into my pussy lips. Only the thin material of my shorts kept him from being inside of me. "Unless you ask me to," He hissed.

I could only mew like a kitten as my naked son held me to him from behind. "Well as long as you promise," I breathlessly said and bent at the waist and let him simulate fucking me. I was on fire and I didn't want it put out. Brad surprised me when he turned me around so I was facing him. "You didn't have to stop doing that," I seductively told him and moved my pussy against his cock and smiled. "I loved feeling your cock down there." I told him as I brought his hands up to my tits. "Touch me honey. Touch me all you want to." I lifted one leg and wrapped it around his hip and ground my cunt into his cock. "You make me feel so alive and excited. I love you so much honey." I said and closed my eyes and thought about how wonderful it would feel to have him inside of me. I wanted to tell him to fuck me but I couldn't... not yet. I was surprised and disappointed when he broke our embrace.

"If we keep doing this mom... well, you know, I'm going to cum." I don't think he knew how close I was to asking him to fuck me. The moment passed and I regained my senses.

I swallowed hard and shook my head to clear it. "Well we wouldn't want that now would we?" I sighed and reached down and gently held his cock for the first time. His circumcised head was magnificent. I ran my hand up and down it and felt how hard and warm it was. "I wouldn't want to miss seeing this monster cum again." I smiled seductively. A little voice inside of my head kept telling me I wasn't going to be able to control myself if I watched him jack off again. I ignored the voice. "I know I made you promise you wouldn't ask for more but seeing you jack off is something I'll never tell you to stop doing." I marveled at how firm and hard he was already. I could feel the pulsing vein on the underside of it as I ran my hand up and down his length. I thought about how it would stretch my pussy if I ever let him fuck me. "Are you sure you can cum again?" I couldn't wait to see him shooting off one more time. 

"Oh yeah, I could cum as many times as you want me to Mom!" He bragged as he lewdly humped my hand. "I love jacking off, especially if you're watching me."

If I only dared, I told myself, if I only dared to take that final step towards incest. I just couldn't I told myself. But we could still have fun. "Come on then my handsome son. I'm the kind of woman who makes her men keep their promises," I led Brad by the cock into the living room. I was horny and I never wanted this evening to stop. "Show me." I challenged him. "Jack off for me one more time," I begged him and laughed as he came stumbling along behind me. It was fun being dirty and sexy with him. It was wonderful to be myself. I knew our lives had forever changed and I had no regrets. What we were doing was healthy and good and right. I loved my son and he loved me and no could ever make me believe incest was bad. 

"Geez mom, I didn't realize you could be such a... ,ah... " 

I stopped and turned and stared at him. "Were you going to call me a slut? A whore?" Saying those words almost made me cum. I loved being thought of that way by him.

Brad gulped and nodded his head. "I'm sorry mom... "

I smiled and bent and kissed his cock. "Don't be. I feel slutty and from now on, I'm going to be your slut!" Just telling him that made me cum. I shook and my knees buckled and I grabbed on to him to steady myself. It took a minute to recover. "Now, let's see some action from this hot cock of yours." 

"Cool Mom." He laughed when I finally let go of his cock and let him sit. Before he even started playing with his cock, he warned me, "This may take a little longer. I mean, I just came a few minutes ago." He said as he stroked himself again. "Are you going to play with your tits again?" It wasn't a question. 

"If you want me to, honey." I told him as I licked my fingers and sat back and stimulated my nipples again. "All you have to do is tell me what you want." I enjoyed giving him control. I grinned impishly at him and asked, "I suppose you want me to play with my pussy too?" I already had a hand between my legs. 

Brad groaned. "Of course I do! I love seeing your fingers on your pussy." The words almost burst out of him. "I think a slut like you would want to do that for her son." I was surprised at how quickly he'd learned how much that turned me on.

"Yes dear." I said and batted my eyes at him. "I'm glad you like watching your slutty mother play with her pussy. I like doing it for you," I told him. "And it's ok if it takes a little longer this time, we have all night." I could watch him fist his cock forever. I pulled on my nipples and told him how horny I was. "My pussy is dripping baby. You make me so wet when you jacked off for me." My hips, as if they had a life of their own, gyrated back and forth, simulating being fucked as I watched my son play with his cock. I didn't care how I looked. I was horny and I wanted my son to know it. I pushed the material of my shorts between my cunt lips and ran my fingers along the wet crease. I immediately started moaning. "Ahhhh this is so hot!" 

Five minutes later Brad was still stroking his cock. He fisted it very quickly, up and down, and then would go into a slower version of that. A pained look came over his face. "I'm not sure if I can cum mom. I want to and it feels like I could but I don't know." He had such a disappointed look on his face. 

"It's ok honey. You're probably tired." I totally understood, but that didn't mean I didn't want him to keep trying. I wanted him to jack off if he could. I'd never been with a man who could cum four times in one night so I understood if he couldn't. "Maybe, if you played with my tits that would help?" I coyly suggested. "Or maybe we should just go to bed if you're too tired." I knew if I gave him a choice or challenged him, he would rise up to the task. I was dying to masturbate and cum but I was holding off until he came with me. 

"Geez can I Mom?" He practically knocked me over to get at my boobs. He attacked them with both hands and his mouth.

"Slow down honey. I'm not going anywhere." I said and pulled his head down to my aching tits. "Suck them for me, just like you did when you were a baby." I told him and almost came when I felt his hot lips on my nipples. Despite my willingness to let him suck and kiss my boobs, he still couldn't cum.

"I'm sorry Mom, it feels like I could cum any second but I'm not there yet." He looked crestfallen but he didn't stop licking and kissing my tits. He held one nipple in his mouth and drove me crazy. After a few minutes he sat up, even more frustrated than before. When he put his face only inches from mine, I knew something was up. I recognized that look. 

"What? No! I don't even want to hear it." I held his face with my hands and laughed. "What ever it is, the answer is, no! I told you no more and I meant it buster." I kissed his nose and pulled his face back to my tits. "Play with my boobs and be happy." I told him but still wondered what he wanted to ask. 

"It was nothing Mom." He said a few minutes later. He looked so sad. He sat back on his haunches, silently looking at me, still trying to cum for me. "I'm sorry mom; I just wanted to please you." That's when I knew he was playing on my emotions and I let him. "I won't ask." 

"Good." I sat back and folded my arms across my chest and silently contemplated him. We were having our first lover's quarrel. I silently laughed because it felt good. If all my fights with Brad's father had been so much fun I would still be married to him. I told myself that I wouldn't do more but I was still curious. After all, I did want to see him jack off. "Ok," I said, giving into my basic instincts. "No promise but, what were you going to ask?" My resolve to limit our playing was fading fast now. 

"Ok, I totally understand Mom, no promises." Brad sat up straight and gathered up his courage and asked, "I was just wondering if you'd take off your pajama bottoms so I could see you down there. I'm sure I'd cum in a minute if you did... but you don't have to if you don't think its right. I understand completely." He said almost winded from trying to say that all in one breathe. He looked so earnest and concerned. He knew he had me but he didn't dare ruin it by smiling.

I was the one who smiled because it was if he was reading my mind. I wanted to masturbate and he wanted to see my pussy. What harm could there be in that? I had come this far so why not further? But I was in a playful mood and pretended to be reluctant. "I don't know Brad," I lamented and pretended to be thinking about it. I wanted to be naked for him to lust over, just like I'd read about in the family sex magazines. The woeful and pitiful look on Brad's face was priceless. "It would be so wrong. It might give you other ideas." It took all my willpower not to giggle, since I knew I was going to get naked for him.

"I'm sorry Mom. I totally understand. I don't want you to do anything you don't think is decent." He was on to me and couldn't help smiling. "I shouldn't have asked but I was just thinking about you. I know how much it means to you to see me cum again." 

I couldn't help laugh. "I'm so glad to know you were just thinking about me." I reached down and held his cock and stroked it for him. I liked teasing him, especially since I knew I was going to give in to him. 

"Oh I was Mom, only you." Brad grinned and faced me and stroked his long thick cock. He cast his eyes down and his cock seemed to soften. "I just thought if you were really my slut, you'd want to show me your pussy." He had me. 

I screwed up my mouth, pretending again to be thinking about getting naked for him. I silently nodded my head and looked up at him. "I did promise you I was going to be your slut didn't I?" I whispered. I was absolutely dripping by now and it took every ounce of control not to reach over and grab his cock and put it in my mouth. I nodded, "And as your slut, I'll do as you ask." I stood up and touched his arm. "Promise me you won't ask again." 

"Oh, geez Mom, never. I won't ever ask again." He solemnly promised as he furiously began beating off again. "Just this once Mom, if I could see you naked, if I could see your pussy, I'm sure I would cum in no time." He huffed.

"Just this once then," I said and stood up. I felt so wickedly hot and I suggested he remove my shorts for me. "I think it would be fun, just this once, if you took them off for me." I wanted to feel his hands on my body and let him strip me naked. 

Brad jumped up immediately. "Oh yeah Mom, that would be hot." He knelt before me and placed his hands on my hips and slowly urged my shorts over my hips. He stopped when he got them just past my ass. He held each of my cheeks and gently caressed them. "Awesome Mom!" He said as he ran his hands all over my butt and looked at my pussy for the first time. His face was inches from what pubic hair I had. I could feel his warm breath moving across my wet pussy lips. I like how my pussy looks. I trim it short because I like seeing my pussy lips. I hoped Brad did too. I thought my cunt lips looked like they were begging for a nice hard cock. I stood still as my son continued to strip me. I knew he could smell my sex because I sure could. When he finally got my shorts around my feet, I kicked them to the side and nervously stood before him. I wanted him to see everything. I wanted him to like my body and desire it as much as I did his.

"Oh my gosh Mom, your pussy's awesome." Brad licked his lips nervously as he knelt before me and gazed at me.

"You make me weak all over." I told him. I had to spread my legs a little to steady myself as another orgasm shook my body. I held onto him and felt my juices run down my legs and that only made me hornier. I kept telling myself that I had just let my son disrobed me, and that made my insides turn to a mass of quivering jelly.

Brad kept rubbing my ass and mumbling to himself as he stared at my pussy. "You make me so fucking...  Sorry mom, you make me so darn hard."