****** Mama's Boy Forever by hornypig10@wildmail.com ******
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Mama's Boy Forever


chapter 1

I was walking by my son's bedroom one bright Monday morning, when I heard a
funny sound coming from within. I sounded like a drum being struck in a steady
heart pounding rhythmic beat. Thump thump - thump - thump thump - thump. My
curiosity was aroused. I gently pushed my son's bedroom door open a crack and
peeped inside. There was my son, totally nude, with his feet toward the door.
His eyes were tightly shut. Legs pressed together and his hand clenched around
his erect cock. The thumping sound was coming from him jerking his little piece
of meat in a regular heart beating rhythmic fashion. I had never seen him naked
since he had entered puberty. His cock was at least eight inches long. Slim,
with an upward curve. His balls were two tiny, smooth, hairless sacks jerking
up and down to the rhythm of his stroking fingers. His crotch was slightly
covered with a tangle of dark blond fuzz. I could see the head of his cock was
covered with pre-cum, making it glisten in the dim light from his computer
desk. I glanced over at his computer and saw a porno picture of a young man
face fucking an older woman. There was cum all over her face. I wondered why he
was jacking off to an older woman. Weren't there any younger ones he was
interested in? Then it dawned on me, my son was sexually aroused by old broads.

I heard him muttering something over and over. I could barely hear what he was
saying. It sounded like, "Oh Mama, suck it faster. Make me come in your mouth."

As I said, I could barely hear him. I wasn't sure if that was what I really
heard. I watched him as his body started to rise and fall on the bed. I knew he
was close to shooting his man-seed all over his body. I was feeling a little
guilty spying on my son as he was pleasuring himself, but I couldn't take my
eyes off him. I felt my pussy start to itch and just knew that if my fingers
searched out my cunt, there would be plenty of lubrication for finger fucking.

He was moaning loudly now and I distinctly heard him say, "Oh yeah, Mama, take
my jizz down your throat. Swallow my cum, you bitch," just as he shot a long
stream up toward the ceiling. It arched up and fell back in a line from his
ankle to his crotch. I had never seen a squirt like that before. Of course, I
had never seen a thirteen-year-old stud jacking off before. I slipped quietly
away from his door and hurried to my own bedroom. As soon as the door closed
behind me, I started to throw my clothes off and headed for the bed. As I lay
down on my bed, I slid off my black lacy panties. I lay back and grabbed my
cunt with both hands. I forced my fingers into my pussy and started to
furiously rub my clitoris. I began pinching my left nipple as I finger fucked
my snatch. I could smell my own hot pussy juices as they flowed all over my
hand. I stopped rubbing myself and lifted my fingers to my mouth. I sucked off
the slimy residue from my overflowing cunt and then once again jammed my hand
as far into my hot box as I could. I was stroking my clit as fast as I could
now. My son's words echoing in my ears. "Oh yeah, Mama, take my jizz down your
throat. Swallow my cum, you bitch.".

I could feel the heat start to rise from inside my womb. I knew that feeling
even if I hadn't felt it in a long time. I came with a shuddering, thunderous
roar in my ears. My body was racked with wave after wave of spasmodic mini-
orgasms.

After I had calmed down, I tried to analyze what had just happened. I had
watched my only baby child jack off to visions of his mother and it had made me
so hot that I damn near ripped my own cunt apart jacking my clit to a vision of
me sucking my son's teenage cum down my throat. I knew what this meant. I was
one sick puppy doggie. This was incest I was thinking of. Not something to take
lightly. What the fuck. I was 38-years-old and had been divorced for eight
years. In all that time, I had had only five dates with a man. Three had ended
up in bed with me in some sleazy motel room. They shot their load off so fast,
I was barely getting into it and they were done and out the door with hardly a
"Thank you ma'am". The other two turned out to be married. One of the girls I
worked with had invited me to a little dinner theater once. After the show, we
went back to her apartment where we had quite a few drinks. Before I knew it,
she had my panties off and was sucking my heated pussy. I came all over her
face. She stripped and wanted me to do the same to her. I wasn't drunk enough
though. I couldn't bring myself to eat another woman's cunt. I did finger her
to a climax in appreciation for getting me off. I told her I wasn't a lesbian
and just couldn't bring myself to see her again.

So here I was, lying on my bed, naked, with pussy juice dripping down into the
crack of my ass, thinking about having sex with my own thirteen year old son.
No, no way was I going to go through with it. In the morning I was going to
find some sex shop and get myself the largest vibrator they had. That should
take my mind off that gorgeous skinny cock I was lusting after. I fell asleep
with visions of my little baby's sweet dick sliding in and out of my wet cunt.
Feeling his hot sperm washing the insides of my pussy channel on their way to
my womb.

I rationalized that just thinking about what we could do was OK. As long as we
didn't actually do anything.


chapter 2

I awoke the next morning in a daze. My hand was stuck to the bed sheets. My
legs seemed glued together. I pulled my hand off the sheet and spread my legs
apart. I slid over to the side of the bed and sat up with my feet on the floor.
I realized I was completely naked. I never slept in the nude. Whatever happened
to my pajamas?

I felt a twitch in between my thighs as I slowly remembered what I had done to
myself last night. I had sucked off and fucked my son... in my imagination, of
course. I could never really do that. No matter how horny I got.

I stood up and walked to my shower after pulling on my robe. I was naked under
the robe. Something I never did before. It felt kind of kinky. Walking down the
hallway to the bathroom, I saw my son's door open and he stepped out without
looking. We collided and I fell to the floor. As I sat there spread-eagled on
the hall rug, Roy, my son, went red in the face and stammered, "God Mom, I
didn't see you, I, I, I'm sorry. Here, let me help you up."

I then realized why his face was red as a beet. He was starring at my
completely nude body. My robe had fallen completely open and was giving him a
gooood look. I hastily pulled my robe closed and lifted my arm up to take his
outstretched hand. He easily pulled me back up on my feet. As I rose, I noticed
he had began to sport a noticeable bulge in his pajamas. I couldn't help
myself. As I regained my feet, I pretended to fall forward into him and grabbed
his cock through his pants. We stood there like that for what seemed like an
hour but was in reality only about 15 seconds.

"Sorry," I managed to say. "Kind of lost my footing."

I reluctantly let go of his rock hard dick and turned to go into the bathroom.
I sat on the toilet and let fly a steady stream of piss into the bowl. After I
had finished, I wiped the piss off my pussy lips. This morning it didn't feel
the same. I looked at the toilet paper and noticed that there was clear pussy
juice along with the light yellow piss. Damn, I was juicing up again from my
own son. I stood up and faced the mirror. My robe fell open and I noticed that
my nipples were sticking straight out. They were hard as little pebbles. I
gently rubbed them and felt a new series of spasms emanating from my twat. I
grabbed the hairbrush and stuck it into my well-lubricated pussy. I didn't take
only a few quick strokes to make me have a shuddering orgasm. I almost
collapsed on the bathroom floor as my knees buckled from underneath me. I heard
a banging on the door.

"Come-on, Mom. I gotta go. I can't hold it much longer!" my son wailed.

Composing myself as best as I could, I opened the bathroom door and let him in.
He immediately rushed over to the toilet. He was taking his woody out as soon
as he entered the bathroom. He barely got to the toilet when I saw and heard
the piss exploding from his stiff pole. He looked at me and stammered, "Sorry
Mom, I couldn't wait any longer".

"It's alright, Roy," I said, smiling. "It doesn't bother me to watch you pee.
After all, It's a natural body function. No worse then washing your hands".

He blushed and said, "Yeah, right, but would you say the same thing if I was
watching you pee?"

He stepped back from the toilet and put his Dick into his pajama bottoms.

To answer him, I backed up to the toilet and pulled my robe open. I sat down
and proceeded to pee a little more. I smiled as I looked up at the startled
expression on his face.

"Like I said, It doesn't bother me as long as it doesn't bother you".

I saw him lick his lips and inwardly grinned at how his eyes were bugging out
of his head. He couldn't take his eyes off my peeing pussy. Soon I was done. I
reached for some paper and noticed we had used the last of the roll.

"Be a dear and get me a new roll of paper", I told him.

He turned and opened the bathroom closet and reached inside to retrieve a roll
of paper. He did all this without taking his eyes off his naked mother sitting
on the shitter waiting for paper.

He unwrapped the roll and placed it on the roller. I smiled at him and asked,
"How would you like to wipe me clean as long as you have the paper there?"

You would have thought I had given him the Taj Mahal for Christmas. His eyes
lit up like a Christmas tree as he pulled a wad of paper off the roll and
proceeded to rub my pussy with it. I let him rub me for about two minutes and
then said, "OK stud, that's about enough. I can't have you rubbing it off now,
can I?"?

As he started to straighten up, I reached into his pajamas bottoms and grabbed
his dick. He froze and looked at me. "Hey, you rubbed me. Turn about is only
fair play."

I stroked his hard pecker with my fingers clenched. His trousers fell down to
his knees as I continued to stroke his dick. Soon I felt him start to throb and
knew he was going to blow his wad soon. He knew it also and tried to back off.
I grabbed his ass with my other hand and guided his prick into my mouth. As
soon as my moist lips encircled his hot throbbing meat, he let loose with a
load of cum. I had never anticipated how much there would be. I was swallowing
as fast as I could, but he was filling me up to overflowing. It leaked out of
my mouth and down my chin onto my tits. Some even flowed down across my stomach
and into my pussy crack.

All this time he kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Mom. I couldn't help it.
You mouth is so fucking hot, I couldn't stop it from coming".

I removed his cock from my mouth long enough to assure him, "That's alright,
baby, I knew it was coming and wanted it. It's just like peeing, honey. When
you gotta go, you gotta go. Now finish up coming and let me get cleaned up."

He fucked my mouth for a few more minutes until his dick started to go soft. He
reluctantly pulled it out of my mouth and let it fall back onto his now empty
balls.


chapter 3

"Now be a good son and let me get cleaned up." I admonished him.

I expected him to leave the bathroom and let me take my morning shower.
Instead, he kneeled down in front of me and started to lick his cum off my
tits. I was flabbergasted. I didn't expect him to eat his own cum. No man I
ever knew would do that.

After my left breast was cleaned, he started on my right. As he was sucking and
licking all his cum off my tits, he was pressing my legs apart. Soon he started
to lick down my belly, following the trail of cum to my pussy. Oh no, I
thought. He wouldn't. He couldn't. I couldn't believe it. He was actually going
to suck his cum off my wet pussy. I could feel my clit starting to vibrate all
on its own.

I slid foreword on the toilet seat to give him better access to my sopping wet
pussy. I think there was more of my own juices between my pussy lips then there
was his cum, but I sure wasn't going to stop him. I almost screamed when I felt
his tongue start to slither across my clit.

"Oh GOD, BABY ROY, DON'T STOP, SUCK MY PUSSY, FUCK IT WITH YOUR TONGUE", I
shouted.

It had been over ten years since a man had eaten my snatch. I could feel the
orgasm building up to a titanic swelling about to burst in my crotch.

"OH ROY, OH ROY, OH MY SUCKING BABY BOY. YOU'RE MAKING YOUR HORNY MAMA COME.
SUCK MY CUNT. SUCK MY JUICES OUT. SWALLOW MY FUCK JUICE. OH BABY, OH BABY, I
LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOUR PUSSY FUCKING TONGUE!"

I could have gone on forever but nature never intended for us to experience
pure pleasure forever. It would burn out our brains. I gently pushed my son's
face away from my now satisfied love box. He reached for a towel and wiped the
mixture of his sperm and my pussy juice off his drenched mug.

"That was the best breakfast a boy could want", he snickered, a big grin
forming on his baby face.

He may have an adult, albeit thin, cock, but he still had a baby face. Anyone
looking at him would guess his age at no more than nine or ten. He was only a
few inches shorter than me, at 5' 3". He probably didn't weigh more than eighty
pounds sopping wet.

"We'll talk about this later," I whispered huskily. "Now run along and let your
poor Mama get her morning shower."

I let my robe slide off my shoulders and flow down my skinny body to the floor.
An hour ago, I would never have done this in front of my son, but now..... A
faint thrill coursed through my body. Almost a chill from my nipples to my
still wet cunt. I stepped into the shower and turned the water on. It came out
cold. Cold enough to instantly harden my nipples. I waited the few minutes for
the hot water to start and then adjusted the spray to the strongest setting. I
looked through the steamed glass door and saw Roy leave the bathroom.

As I showered, I thought over what we had just done. Pangs of guilt were
racking my body just as strongly as the orgasmic waves of a few minutes
earlier. I knew what we had done was wrong and I vowed that I would try to
repair the damage I had foolishly inflicted on my young son.

After my shower, I went into my bedroom and picked out the most frumpy dress I
could find in my closet. I was so engrossed in what I had to say to my son, I
neglected to put on a bra or panties. I looked for a pair of pantyhose in my
drawer, but could only find a pair of thigh high stockings.

"Oh well," I said to myself. "They'll have to do."

I went downstairs and into the kitchen to start breakfast. After the morning
workout we just had, I thought a big breakfast was in order. I made home-fried
potatoes, eggs, bacon and very strong coffee.

"Come and get it!" I cried out. "Get it while I'm hot!"

While I'm HOT. Oh Christ, I couldn't believe I had said that. I've heard of
Freudian slips but never thought I'd ever make one. This talk was going to be
harder than I thought.

Roy came bounding into the kitchen and sat down at the table after giving me a
quick kiss on the lips. Damn, that momentary touch on my lips made my pussy
twitch. This was really going to be hard.

We ate in almost total silence, broken by an occasional hmmm good, or a lip
smacking sound. After we finished and I had cleared the table, I poured us a
large cup of that very strong coffee. Roy took a big swig and almost gagged on
the taste.

"Honey, we have to talk about what happened this morning," I started.

Roy was looking at me like a dog that hadn't been fed in a week would look at a
pork chop dangling inches from his snout.

"What we did was called incest. It is against the law and we could be in
trouble if anyone ever found out. It was wrong and we must never do it again.
I'm so very sorry that I corrupted you and did what I did. I was weak and very
horny. It's been a long time since I had a man. I know it's no excuse, but when
I saw you masturbating on your bed last night, it made me so randy that I
temporarily forgot myself. I want you to forget what we did."

"But Mom," he said, his voice seeming to be so much more confident than I
remembered it, "I don't want to forget it. I left my door open on purpose last
night so you could watch me. I hoped you would come in and join me. I was so
disappointed when you closed the door and went to bed. I figured you were too
prudish to ever enjoy sex as much as I do. When I bumped into you this morning
and knocked you to the floor and got a good look at your terrific body, I vowed
to do whatever it took to have sex with you. I hoped you would think the same.
Mom, I've wanted to suck your titties and your sweet pussy for years. When you
let me touch your pussy, I almost passed out with pleasure. And when you sucked
my dick, well, it was just heaven. Mom, I love you. I've never wanted anyone
else, ever. Please don't take what we had this morning away from me. It was
beautiful and I will never forget it."

As he talked, he got up from the table and walked over behind me. I felt his
hands start to caress the back of my neck and gently massage down my back. His
fingers slid under my armpits and slowly massaged the side of my breasts. He
reached around me and stroked my hardening nipples. He lowered his right hand
across my stomach and down to my crotch. I felt the wetness start to flow. God
how I wanted to feel his fingers in my cunt.

"No!" I shouted as I jumped up from the table. "We can't do this. For God's
sake, I'm your mother. You're my son. It isn't right for me to want to fuck
you!"

He came closer to me, pinning me up against the sink. He reached his left arm
around my body and took hold of my neck. He held my head still and placed his
lips on mine. God forgive me I thought. I found my mouth opening and his tongue
entering my parted lips. We fought a duel to see who would surrender first.
Heaven help me, I lost.

My arms went around his body and I pulled him close to me. I felt his hardening
cock pressing against my stomach. His right hand felt my left tit and it sent
shivers down my spine. He began to feel down my body until he reached my
crotch. His fingers gently massaged my cunt through my dress. I dropped one
hand from his shoulders and lifted my dress high enough for him to enter my
sopping wet pussy with his fingers. He didn't hesitate to find my clit and
twist it between his wet fingers. I started to hump his hand trying to get
myself off. No way though. He wasn't going to let me off that easy.

He reached down and took hold of the hem of my dress and quickly pulled it off.
I stood before my thirteen year old son in nothing more than a pair of thigh
stockings. The look of appreciation in his eyes quickly melted every bit of
resistance I had left.

Slowly he lowered his body to the floor and leaned foreword to place his mouth
against my pubic mound. I spread my legs and pushed foreword to allow him
complete access to my cunt. I felt his tongue enter my dripping love channel
and suck my juices into his vacuuming mouth. I thought I was going to come but
he had other things on his mind.

He stood up and pulled off his shirt exposing his bare chest. There wasn't a
hair on that smooth baby chest. I placed both hands on his nipples and stroked
them as he dropped his trousers to reveal he hadn't put on any underwear
either. His cock popped out and was bouncing up and down at a steep angle. I
saw a few drops of pre cum on the head oozing out. I dropped to my knees and
took hold of his prick in one hand and his balls in the other. I pulled his
body forward by the balls until his dick was buried in my mouth. That was one
thing I was real good at. Sucking cock. Roy's father taught me to deep throat
without throwing up all over a man's body. Kind of a turn off for most men.

I pulled my son toward me until his long skinny dong was impaled entirely in my
mouth up to his balls. He had very fine pubic hair that kind of tickled my
chin. I could feel his cock-head deep in my throat past my tonsils. I used the
gag reflex to massage his crown. It wasn't long before he was shooting loads of
cum straight down my gullet. I had forgotten how much sticky sperm that little
mouth fucker had inside him. He did make me gag a little trying to keep up with
his spurting dick. I'm proud to say not a drop escaped my hungry lips.

I stood up expecting his dick to start to become limp. I had heard that teenage
boys could get it up pretty fast and more than once a day, but had never been
in that situation before. His cock was just as hard as when I first put my lips
around the head. WOW, this was going to be fun !


chapter four

He picked me up and carried me to my bedroom up the stairs. I marveled at his
strength. He couldn't weigh more than I did. Fortunately it was all muscle. The
sex he was anticipating was probably giving him the strength of ten men. HOORAY
for me.

Gently laying me on the bed, he spread my legs apart and positioned himself
above me. His steel hard pre cum leaking pole was just touching my vaginal
lips. I knew they were wide open awaiting his invasion of his mother's cunt.
Thirteen years and change ago, he had come out of that pussy and now he was
returning to the place of his birth. A memory picture flashed into my brain.
When he was born, he had a hard on. Just like now except a hundred times
smaller. I slowly lifted my ass off the bed to hasten his entry. He pushed his
throbbing meat into my love channel until there wasn't another millimeter
outside. We then started to slow fuck. In and out. In and out. In and out.
Slowly building up speed until we were pumping and huffing like a railroad
train going through a tunnel.

"Oh baby. Oh baby!" I cried out. "Gimmie your cum. Fill my pussy with your hot
sperm. I want it all in my cunt!"

He slowed down when he heard that.

"I can't do that!" he wailed. "I don't want to make you pregnant. I'll pull out
and come on your stomach."

"Don't be silly," I retorted. "When you were born, I had my tubes tied. I can't
get pregnant. FILL MY CUNT WITH YOUR CUM. MAKE ME FEEL YOUR HOT SEED IN MY
PUSSY. OH I'M CUMMMMINNN. FILL ME, FILL ME. GIMMIE YOUR CUM".

As if on command he shouted, "OHHH MAMA, I'M COMING NOW. TAKE MY BURNING CUM
INTO YOUR CUNT. I'M GONNA FILL YOUR PUSSY WITH MY SWEET TASTING CUM. OH YEAH OH
YEAH, I'M FUCKING MY MOMMY, FILLING HER PUSSY!"

He slowly came to a stop. He kept his cock buried deep in my vagina as I milked
every drop of cum from his spent dick. Spent my ass. I waited for his cock to
soften. It didn't. Having your cock in his mother seemed to give Roy super
recuperative powers. He started to slowly fuck me again. I never in my life had
this kind of fuck and I loved it. Soon we were pounding the mattress again and
we were both coming like there was no tomorrow. This time he lifted off me and
stood beside the bed. I rolled over to where I could reach his cock with my
mouth and cleaned off the residue of his cum and my pussy juice. He bent down
and French kissed me allowing me to share our love feast. I looked down between
my legs and saw all his cum flowing out of my well-fucked cunt. Two loads had
been packed in there. The second fuck had churned up the first load until it
looked like whipped cream. I put my hand over my flowing hole and ran into the
bathroom to deposit his sperm in the toilet. There must have been almost a cup
left there.

I started the shower and stepped into the invigorating spray. My son soon
joined me for a quick stand up fuck under the stinging shower spray. This time
his prick did deflate to a more normal size. I bent over and gave him a slow
suck but couldn't get it back up. Just proved he was human. Coming four times
in two hours was all it took to make him happy.

epilogue

That was five years ago. Roy's leaving for college next week and I'm gonna miss
his cock. He'll be gone for four years with just a few months in the summer
break to come and service his poor cock hungry Mom. He promised to fly home if
I got to be hurting too much, but I vowed to not bother him, at least not
during his first year.

PS After the first summer break when he went back to school, I couldn't wait
until the next summer. I rented out the house and moved to an off campus
apartment close to school. I thought he would be mad at me for following him,
but he liked the attention I gave his cock too much to ever be mad at me. Oh
yes, remember I said he could come four times in one night when he was
thirteen? Well he still can. He's got a swell girl friend now and she's living
with me. She really gets off on the incest scene. She says she needs me to take
the pressure of too much sex off her. Coming more than twice a night is more
than she can take. That's all right with me. I can take all he can give me.
I've even learned to eat pussy and like it.

Definitely not the end.

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