work exhausted and physically in pain because she had to stand almost all day. She would most often ask for a massage to help soothe her suffering; for some reason, my little nine year old brother always did it and it was always the same routine whenever I bothered to look: mom on her belly, my brother massaging the back of her legs and her back. But on this particular day it was different. She asked me instead because my brother was in a slumber party for the beginning of summer.

 

As per usual during the hot summer days I was going to go swimming in the pool -- it was great fun -- so I was in my trunks. My mom was an avid sunbather and was fairly tanned -- today she was dressed in a black, two piece bikini that seemed a little small for her. It seemed much more revealing than what I had usually seen her in.

 

I had never massaged anyone before but I figured if my little brother could do it then I could easily handle it. My mom went out to the pool and sat on a dark plastic bench, waiting for me. She handed me a bottle and said, "OK mister, just put some of this in your hands, then work on my legs to get started. Sound good?" I nodded and she turned over onto her belly, supported by the bench. It was high enough that her arms could hang without touching the ground.

 

I looked at the bottle and it said 'OIL LUBE' along the side. "Careful, I microwaved it but I think it should be OK now. It really feels good on your skin!" I squeezed it and a transparent liquid shot out onto the palm of my hands, it was indeed very warm. I spread it across both my hands and then walked to one side of my mom.

 

I reached down and started rubbing her calves with my lubed fingers. "No, no," mumbled my mother, "really get into it." So I grabbed her entire calf and squeezed up and down, trying not to be too rough. "Ahhh yes, that's the spirit!" cooed my mom.

 

After massaging her lower legs for about five minutes she told me to do her stomach. She rolled over and put on her sunglasses. I moved up alongside her and started as I was getting used to this. I could not help but notice throughout this, however, how impressive and intimidating my mother's figure was in reality. I was pretty nervous around girls, but this was just my mom. But now I see her in this new light, practically naked before my eyes and here I am rubbing her with hot oil.

 

I looked up. Her breasts were practically overflowing from her top, and they were sticking out of the bottom, forming a nice reverse cleavage. I looked down...her bottom piece was barely covering her private parts. I could visibly see some dark hairs poking out.

 

I massaged higher.

 

Before I knew it I was playing near the bottom of her boobs at this time. My loins were twitching after awhile – I hid it by bending over slightly. She giggled and told me to stop, and then she turned over to a prone position so that I could massage her back. Before that, however, she asked me to take off her clothes. "Um...why?" I coyly asked. Why I even asked I don't know, but she responded matter-of-factly, "You don't think I want tan lines do you?"

 

This came as a mild shock to me but it was very pleasurable to the mind's eye, if you understand. With the energy of, well, a pubescent 14 year old, I wasted no time and, after fumbling a bit, unhooked her top. I was giddy! "Don't forget the bottom." I looked down, confused. "Just take them off," she insisted. I slowly stripped and rolled her bottom down to her ankles and she raised her leg a little bit so I could toss them to the side.

 

The view that greeted me dazzled the mind. My mother's beautiful, plump ass rose like a wonder of the world that shone in the bright sun. Between her cheeks was a mysterious darker patch.

 

"Is something wrong back there?"

"Uh, nothin--it's just that, er..."

"I was never this difficult for your brother, but come on, you've seen me naked before. I think you can handle it. Now, do my back, please."

 

I squeezed some of the tanning oil onto her back. Her back was warm and she flexed her sore muscles as I tended to their wounds. "Oh! That feels so good after a long day," she purred. I worked her shoulder blades in particular and then, inch by inch, moved downward. I couldn't take my eyes off of my mom's butt. I squeezed more lotion onto the small of her back and then I just barely touched the top of her crack with my hands. I kept sliding lower...and lower. She wasn't saying anything!

 

My palms were now on my mother's glorious buttcheeks. I just stared down incredulously. "Are you going to massage my butt or just grab it?" I drizzled the oil onto her crack like I would chocolate syrup on icecream. I grabbed her ass and started massaging the cheeks like dough. My mom was the only woman I’d seen naked this up close to me before. I became extremely hard at the sight her vagina between her asscheeks, I got a good view every time I rolled her butt up. This hot scene caused a large tent in my swimming trunks as I watched the oil flow down her slit and coat her inner thighs.

 

Like I said, I've never really been attracted to my mom before. But this gorgeous, long legged, tanned, blonde creature before me presented a feast for my swarming, foggy pubescent mind.

 

I noticed her boobs were large enough to show even when she was on her stomach. I headed there and just glided over the side and then the sides of her belly and a little into her nether area just at the sides and back to her ass. I did this over and over again and I got hornier and hornier, then she started to moan and all of a sudden she turned onto her side fully revealing her bouncy tits and she saw the large lump in my trunks. I must have been beet red at this moment. She shot me a questioning smile and asked me to massage her boobs. Her entire body was sparkling and slick with oil and it hypnotized me. I poured large globs of oil directly onto each breast and I was pleased to see them melt down like sweet maple syrup on some tantalizing stack of sexy pancakes.

 

I started feeling them up. Her boobs were large enough that an entire hand could not grab all of the bouncy flesh. I started twirling my fingers around the nipples and my mom’s breath became quicker. My embarrassment heightened as my woody pointed obscenely down at her belly, sticking straight out from me. Out of nowhere she huskily asked me to suck her nipples and I was obliged, so I bent down and sucked tentatively, savoring the flavor of my mom's nipples and the oil combined. I swirled my tongue around her pointy nipple.

 

She put her arms around me and told me there was nothing to be embarassed about, that the sight of a naked woman is pleasing to a man and that an erection is the natural reaction. I continued to suckle at her breast like a baby. "I'm going to turn around now, I want you to finish the massage, son."

 

She turned over onto her stomach except this time her ass was sticking up in the air and her dark slit was clearly visible. This was definitely an offer, something I could not possibly refuse.

 

I walked up to behind her and massaged the globes of her ass and then slowly slid my hand down the oily crack. I took the bottle and poured an obscene amount of oil into the crack of her ass and watched it slide down -- my penis twitched again. I put my hand between her asscheeks and felt up and down, eventually feeling the engorged, thick petals of her womanhood, which elicited a strong intake of breath from my mother. I dragged my hand from her clit to her asshole, going down the middle of the entire length of her slit. Her shuddering frame told me I was doing something right.

 

I clumsily palmed at my desire, desperately looking for an opening, the canal from which I was born. I inserted my finger into her vagina and started fingering her; she began to moan. I kept diddling her with my index finger while groping her hot flesh. After several minutes she began to moan more and more, begging me to not stop. The more she moaned, the faster I went, until I realized that I may never get another opportunity like this again where she is so vulnerable and open. I quickly grabbed onto my trunks and slid them down so my dick was exposed to the warm summer air. I straddled the bench and slightly lowered myself -- I had to get the angle right. I started to massage her snatch again to make sure the hole was where I thought it was; then I put my cockhead between her pouty pussy lips and sank in.

 

I slid between and past her thick labia, there was little resistance due to the oil, her natural wetness, and the youthful size of my cock, I suppose. She did, however, let out a sharp gasp and a “what th..” before realizing that I had actually gone this far without even asking or saying anything. I had no idea what I was doing; I just started to hump up against her hot ass. I was only about half way in her though. She started saying “Mommy loves you no matter what baby.”

 

She lifted her hindquarters against me to give me full access to her hungry, steamy snatch. I plowed deep within her until I felt my balls being squeezed between her body and mine. My idle hands grabbed her ass and held on tight. Her insides were extremely warm and wet, buttery from her juices and the oil. She would push back and I would go fully within her to my hilt, so slick, so easy, it didn't seem like it should be so easy but the wetness made my skin glide past her skin, until I bottomed out again. I couldn't help but groan as, fully inside her, just sitting there with my dick buried inside of her syrupy sheathe, feeling her vagina ripple along its length. I flexed my muscles and I could feel my head scraping against the ceiling of her cunt, I almost came from that but I held it in and slowed my pace.

 

Mother started the pumping action again and I just struggled to keep up, I wanted to do good for my first time. She kept moaning and repeating very slowly “mommy loves you.” She started to say it louder until her voice became slightly hoarse. Then she began to shake and pump at an amazing speed, moaning extremely loudly and she became really tight and started screaming "Oh! Oh! Fuck me honey, fuck me!" – I had done this to her! I made my own mother cum on my virgin dick. As it began I could only look down and see my mother's perfectly heart shaped ass rocking up and down -- then I felt it, her orgasm discharged a river of juice that was dripping obscenely from her slit, slathering my nuts and running down her inner thigh.

 

At this point I was humping with wild abandon and her strong pussy was grabbing and contracting hard around my boner. I knew I was going to lose it fast because I felt that familiar hot, burning feeling deep inside. I’d seen porn before and I knew what guys usually did but I didn’t want to pull out of her and she just kept pushing her hips and ass back against me – she was very strong, I just kept pressing back, bucking wildly as I began to lose control of my rhythm. I became scared of what to do so I started moaning and trying to get her attention.    

 

Seeming to understand, she said “It’s OK, I want to make you a man!" I kept moaning and asking her if I should pull out. "Just keep going with what feels right baby, let it go.“ Then I felt her insides spasm around the length of my boyhood. I started to moan “Oh mom! Oh mom! You are making me cum!” because it felt so good that it hurt. I felt the burning sensation explode like the pressure from a dam that had burst. I could do nothing but stare down in ecstasy as I was clenched between her two muscular thighs. Flesh against flesh, I pressed against my mother’s ass and my balls dangled against the place where I was conceived as they pumped a torrent of their precious contents deep inside of her. I stood buried inside my sweet mother, giving her all I had and feeling the electricity shoot through my being. Looking back this was very wrong, yet so warm and loving of her. "Oh! I love you so much!" she cried out. I don’t know how long I sat there, shooting a fountain of hot cum into my loving mother, but I do know that it was one of the best orgasms of my life and it felt like I emptied a gallon of sperm right into her awaiting pussy.

After a minute I began to wilt and I came out of her. Mom finally stood up and said I was a good massager. A white trail of my juices was running down her inner leg. She glided over to me and frenched me deeply; I was taken aback by her tongue. She finally broke off and said, "I'm going to go take a shower, you're welcome to join me if you want."

 

In the twilight of my first ever sexual experience I was in a confused haze but I knew in my heart of hearts that I wanted to experience more so I followed my naked mother into the house like an obedient student. As I pursued her up the stairs I could not help but stare as her blatantly exposed bottom seductively waved back and forth, my fluids still running out of her crack, giving me all the energy I needed to take the next dozen steps.

 

As she turned on the shower I couldn't help but begin to blather, "Mom I'm sorry I don't know what came over me..." She put a finger to her mouth and shushed me. "What is happening is happening, don't try to reason it baby, now get in the shower, the water is warm."

 

My beautiful mother closed the sliding door and then embraced me in her arms, she was taller than me so I just put my face between her bosoms. She whispered into my ears, "I love you very much my dear son...I would never do anything like this if I didn't think you wanted it." The water was now very hot, soaking us both as we embraced tightly in each other's arms.

 

"Give me the word and we'll stop and never speak of this again, dear."

 

"But mom, this is incredible, I want to be with you again! That's why I followed you here!"

She started to giggle. "Oh I was hoping you felt that way...you know, you made me really messy back there...how about washing your old mom down?" She handed me a shampoo bottle and turned around. I squirted the shampoo into her long hair and started washing it with both hands. "Mom, you're not old, you're the most beautiful woman in the world..."

 

"Oh, I'm flattered...I'm glad you think so."

 

I continually massaged her hair and watched as the soap trailed down the curvaceous contours of her body, leaving trails of foam in her nether regions. I reached around her body and felt her slippery jugs, lifting below and raising them up. This caused her to coo and bump back with her butt, which brushed my groin and induced my sleeping manhood to slightly awake. I continued to massage her ample, pendulous breasts, relishing the full weight of a mature woman.  

 

She grabbed my hands and put them down to her side and turned around. She embraced me again and frenched me deeply, then knelt down to her knees. "Let's get this little fellow started." She wrapped her warm, soapy hands around my cock and it felt like heaven. She deliberately gave long, hard strokes, stretching the foreskin around the shaft until I was fully erect. Suddenly I was surrounded by hot breath and my mother inhaled me, my length was not great so she took it all, my head was at the back of her throat. I gasped as the feelings caused me to spasm. She bobbed her head as the water fell on us, the feelings were so intense as her wet tongue sparked the nerve endings in my cockhead. "Oh mom! Oh god!" Suddenly she stopped and slowly stroked me again with her slippery hand, pulling the skin far back and revealing my naked meat, which she licked with the greatest of care. "I think that's as far as I'll go with that, but I wanted you to experience how good that felt."

 

She stood up and was above me again. Wanting to reciprocate the favor I cupped my hand and palmed between her thighs, which caused her to open her mouth and lean back. I continued to slide back and forth, which caused her legs to wiggle apart. She grabbed my right hand and brought it to her face and sucked my finger, then brought it down and put it against her slit. "Do you feel this little nub? That's my clit, rub it please, it makes a woman feel so good." I felt it alright, I kept palming as I was before except this time on the front of her pubes. The reaction was immediate, she began to moan softly as steam enveloped us.

 

Then I saw it, out of the corner of my eye -- a blue bar of soap was sitting innocently on a side shelf. Grinning wickedly, I picked it up and held it between my fore and middle fingers. I placed it against her pelvis and slid it down towards her pubic hair, lathering it up. The soap bar itself was worn down into a dull, thin slice, which I couldn't help but place between her thick pussy lips. I ran it up and down her slit with zeal, fucking her hot flesh with the slippery bar. She started to giggle, she said it tickled, but then she started to cry out in pleasure. I massaged her pubic hair, a thick bush of dark hair right above her crack. The soap slowly rinsed away as the small rivers of water went down her stomach.

I kneeled down and placed my face right between her legs and started to lap her cunt bottom to top while I pushed the soap in deeper. It didn't penetrate her because of its odd shape but it caused her to hump against my face. Remembering what she said, I flicked my tongue across her clit and she grabbed my head and pressed my face between her thighs. By this time I was practically suckling on her clit while furiously rubbing the soap piece along her crack. "Ooh sweetie, that's it, that's good, but please, oh god! I need something in me...hurry, right now!" I put two fingers in my mouth and then placed them against my mother's fleshy labia, digging in until they were accepted. I started to pull out but my mom told me to just keep them in and then I felt her hole contract and spasm around my fingers as her body began to shake and jiggle. There was no doubt of her climax as she let out a loud moan that reverberated off the shower walls. I dropped the soap and just kept licking her engorged clit as my fingers were knuckle deep in warm, flowing juices.

 

As she came back to earth she reached out to hug me. "Oh sweetie, that was so good. You're such a quick learner." Our arms wrapped around each other's slick bodies in a very intimate moment when suddenly I felt something warm -- my cockhead was rubbing against her inner thigh! I couldn't help but push up, causing it to brush against her bush. "Oh baby, momma's neglected you..." I arched my back and pushed into her and the petals of my mother's most secret and guarded flower parted to accept my manhood. Her flesh clung around me as I slowly intruded, I was beginning to stand on my tippy toes but I could not fully get inside due to our height difference.

 

She tried to bend her knees and lower herself to help, which did work as long as I was going up. I began to slowly hump, maybe one full stroke every ten seconds. It was very sensual, my hands wandered down to her plump ass and I just relished the feeling as I squeezed. "Mmm son, I can't believe we're doing this, it's so wrong...but it feels so right. Here, let me help."

 

With those words she grabbed my sides and pushed me against the wall, I slid down into a natural position so my lap was easily reached. My mom was now on top of me and she lowered herself, her legs spread on either side of mine, her wet, slick, and bulging breasts pressed right into my face -- she just kept sliding down until I was fully enclosed in her throbbing bush.

 

I wasn't even in the water anymore, but I didn't care, I just sat there as she rose and fell, sliding deliciously along my length, I just sat and grabbed her ass. As I got into it I started to spread her asscheeks and feel her crack -- I was in heaven.

She was practically sitting on my balls when she started to mew in pleasure. "Oh god...I felt so guilty with you by the pool, but I haven't had this in so long. Your father hasn't been treating me like he used to." I didn't say anything but I couldn't help but think that he was crazy not to. She started to hump against me faster, increasing the tempo. "I love you so much," she purred. Our tongues explored each other's mouths as my fully engorged dick was sucked into her dew covered love nest again and again.

 

She started to moan again in a deep, womanly voice. Not the kind of porn voice where they sound like scared little girls -- a deep, authoritative voice, from a woman that knows what she is doing and what she wants. "Oh god, I'm cumming again!" She cried out in ecstasy as she rode me for all that she was worth, slamming me against the wall, bringing herself to a powerful orgasm. Her boobs shook and jiggled like jelly as she rose and fell onto me, she became increasingly vocal, screaming as she rose and fell onto me again and again and again. Her warm pussy hungrily grabbed at my blood filled dick, sending amazing sensations through my body. The ancient call of nature began to throb inside my loving mother, calling me to give in to my raw feelings.

With a sense of urgency I warned her... "Mom, mom, you're making me cum! You feel too good!"

"Oh god baby, I can't believe this, I really shouldn’t let you again, but oh god, please cum...cum in me, baby! Fucking cum in me!" Her dirty language caused me to lose control as I humped up to meet her downward thrusts, wantonly seeking out her mouth with my tongue and hugging her like I would never see her again (for all I knew, I would never have this opportunity again!). I broke the kiss just long enough to cry out "Oh mommy!" as the first shot of my sinful load was powerfully shot out of my pumping cock and accepted by my mother's warm, sugary pussy. With all of my strength I pushed upward, burying myself within her and unloading everything I had. Even before I had lost control I couldn't help but think that I was about to cum in the same woman's womb that had carried me for nine months all those years ago -- this caused me to shoot harder, my balls were desperately emptying everything they had. This woman above me has fed me, dressed me, looked after me and loved me with all of her heart for the past 15 years and here I was, cumming deep into her soul, my sensitive meat surrounded by her loving, clasping pussy. It felt like I filled my mother with a lasting, glowing love, a bond that could never be broken.

 

We sat there together, in the shower's warm, cleansing water, for who knows how long. We continued to kiss and fondle each other as I withered out of my mom's welcoming body, watching my deposit once again dribble out in small rivers as the water washed it away, down the drain.

Exhausted from the sheer physical and emotional exertion, we dried each other off in silence and collapsed together into her huge, fluffy bed. "Son, what we did today is wrong...you can never tell anyone about this." We soon fell asleep cuddled together, my arms wrapped around her belly. I awoke several hours later to an empty bed and the smell of dinner wafting through the room. We sat down to a feast by ourselves, the house totally ours for the weekend. We ate and watched TV together when suddenly I felt her foot going up my shin and then between my legs, nestled against my crotch, which soon responded. I shot her a question glance and was met with a mischievous smile from across the table.

 

As I slid her panties to her ankles I asked her what would happen when dad and little brother came back. "Oh, nothing will change...we can't go back to being a normal mother and son. We're lovers now...we've shared too much of each other. I am yours forever if you'll have me!" To clearly show my response I positioned myself over her and slid into her warm, welcoming womanhood, claiming my mother's mind, body, and spirit with my actions. For the rest of our time on earth our very existence would depend on the other, a source of pleasure, love, respect, and cherished memories. A mother and son, two lovers -- a deeper connection of hearts and bodies than most ever know.

 

The End

on together.

Bill is a strapping young man of 18, with a lean figure and a dark complexion due to his black hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin, owing to his love of the outdoors. I'm so proud of my baby -- almost always on the honor roll, fit, and having a conversation with him was like talking to someone far beyond his years. He seemed more mature than many of my coworkers!

When he was younger, he would sometimes crawl into bed with me while his father was at work, since he worked the night shift. So I didn't think too much of it to just get one room when we stopped for our first night on the road.

They only had a room with a king sized bed, so I took it. We were both tired from the long road trip so we fell asleep quickly. Around 2 AM I had to get up to pee badly. While I was getting back into bed, as I lifted the covers to get in, I could see that my son had a healthy hard-on sticking out the front of his boxers. Shocked, I quickly lowered the covers and turned over. I was never meant to see that.

I had just seen my only son fully exposed and fully aroused! I had never before been presented with such striking evidence that my child was a sexual creature. One time when I was cleaning his room I found a stack of pornography under his bed. And, you know, sometimes I would see the tell tale signs of a nocturnal emission when doing the laundry...but that was all circumstantial and left no lasting impression. Here I was just presented with the source of it all.

Feeling daring, I lifted the covers and stole another glance, this time angling it so the light from the nearby window played off his throbbing shaft. A small dewdrop at the tip sparkled in the moonlight. Shamed at my boldness, I again pulled the covers to their normal position and tried to go back to sleep but it was simply impossible as my mind was going a million miles an hour. Impure thoughts were running through my head.

Although my divorce went down two years ago, the foundation of the marriage itself failed many years ago. I was attempting to remember the last time I had sex and I couldn't think of anything within five years, and it wasn't even that good. I don't know what happened to the man I married. It eventually turned loveless and the sex became horrible.

My thoughts turned to the wicked. Billy was definitely not a light sleeper -- he regularly sleeps through thunderstorms and he once never woke up with the rest of the neighborhood when there was a loud fender bender on our street. I turned the loneliness and the sight of my son over and over in my head until I became wet with desire. I wanted to do more than just see him.

Could I do it? Could I touch him?

I scolded myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? Touching my own son...

Well, it'll just be a little bit...

I turned on my side, facing Bill, keeping a close eye on his face. If he woke up the only thing I could do is pretend to be asleep myself. I snaked my arm under the covers until I felt his boxers. I found the hole at the front and pushed the material down, forcing as much of himself out as I could. My fingertips brushed against his organ and wrapped around the base. I put pressure and slid up, squeezing out the precum that was inside...I felt the warmness in my hands. I grabbed his skin again and started to lightly stroke him from top to bottom. His shape was distinctly curved, not unlike a banana. I was being more forceful with him as a heat began to grow between my own legs. This continued for maybe another minute before Billy's cheek started to twitch and his mouth opened. I pulled my hand away as if I were touching a hot stove. I was scared after this so I rolled over and attempted to sleep. I forced my mind to stop thinking of my own flesh and blood in such a damaging way. Eventually I was able to calm myself and fall asleep.

I didn't say anything about it the next day, but it's all I thought about as I drove. I was so horny I thought about taking care of myself at a rest stop but I couldn’t have enough time to myself without raising concern. I was so afraid that he would smell me...it seemed so obvious to me, but maybe he couldn’t tell from the back of the car. I was a nervous wreck the whole day.

That night, when we were getting a room, I asked him just to stay in the car while I checked in. This time I requested a room with a king size bed.

As he was taking the bags into the room, I went across the street to a drug store and got a tube of astro-glide, hoping that I may get a chance to use it on this trip eventually. I thought about how I could do this...I would definitely have to hide it, but make it accessible at the same time.

That night, after he fell asleep, I kept checking him to see if he had another hard on. After a couple hours, he had another one sticking out of his shorts again. I slid my panties down and threw them under the bed. I reached under the pillow for the astro-glide and squeezed a generous amount into my palm, which snaked between my legs and went up and over my pussy. I was so horny I couldn't stop my hand and it continued to go up and down my slit with abandon. I started to pant and sense the feelings overcoming me but before anything happened I realized that I should get down to business before Billy's body returned to its normal stage. I understood that when guys sleep it's normal for their erections to rise and fall, in a cycle, so if I waited too long...I squeezed out a final dollop of astro-glide, which I tenderly put right at the entrance to my womanhood.

I gingerly scooted myself closer and closer towards him, facing away. My heart was beating in my throat, making it difficult to swallow. When I felt the tip of his cock touch my ass, shivers ran up my spine and throughout my entire body. Slowly, I moved towards the headboard to get the angle just right. I backed up again, resulting in his cockhead stabbing my inner thigh. The third push caused his member to slide along my entire pussy and bump into my clit, causing sparks to shoot off behind my eyes. After a moment I reached down and positioned him at the right spot and slowly pushed back, feeling myself open up as his boyhood slid home, deeper and deeper, until his boxers were against my ass. As I sighed in satisfaction a thought crossed my mind.

I had just taken my son's virginity.

I just laid there enjoying the feeling of a cock inside me again. I didn't wish to make too much of a commotion, so I reached down and starting masturbating while he was buried between my thighs. I was already on edge as I started this and the gravity of the situation overcame me. I continually slid my fingers up and down my slit, over my sensitive clit, and then back down, feeling my own son’s balls as they rested against me. I could only think that my son had returned to the place of his birth...and my body responded, as I went over the edge into uncontrollable throes of ecstasy as I continually rubbed my clit with abandon. My toes curled, my mouth opened, my head went back, my eyes closed, and wave after wave of electricity and heat flew through my body, timed to each flick to my button. I couldn't help but cry out, but I tried to be as quiet as possible. I was rocking the bed with my hips even as I vainly attempted to sit still as the pleasure washed over my being.

The afterglow was delicious...my entire body was tingling. I felt intoxicated. I laid there and flexed my pussy muscles, squeezing his dick, as I caught my breath. I had needed that so bad. My face was burning from trying to be as still and quiet as possible. As I recovered, I felt him push his hips against me and moan...I froze. I'm not sure if he had woken up yet, or if it was just instinct, but he began slowly moving in and out of me. I had no idea what to do, so I just sat there, gently squeezing him with my loins.

His pace was slow yet rhythmical, and I was just enjoying it. His breathing quickened and I continued to squeeze him gently. If he was asleep, what sort of wonderful dreams do you suppose he was having? And if he was awake...what was he thinking right now? Would he have said something? Would he think I was asleep and this was a happy accident? Or would he be afraid, confused, and shamed? I was far too afraid to face him, to confront him, because if he was awake and I did then he would know it was me who did this, and that was a place I was not willing to go. If nothing else, though, he seemed to be enjoying it -- his hard on seemed to be growing and getting even stiffer. Surely if he was displeased or scared it would shrink, I thought to myself. Perhaps I'm not really a terrible person. Perhaps I haven't violated a sacred trust between mother and son. What if he actually was feeling just like I felt? That makes this all OK, right? Maybe this would be a wonderful coupling. After all, why should I be ashamed of myself? This was the same pussy that let him into the world. Why wouldn’t he wish to return? What better place on the face of the earth could possibly be better for him than between my legs? Certainly, as a man, he would prefer me over any other woman. In fact, I was doing Billy a favor, once you looked at it all in a certain light. I was a good mother.

This grand delusion gave me a level of comfort, for awhile.

I sat there and took his gentle probing. And as if to answer my thoughts and questions, an unintelligible noise echoed in my ears as Billy started to moan and his pace increased slowly but surely. He was saying something quietly under his breath, but I found it difficult to hear anything specific. The more I tried, the more I only heard the sloppy sounds of our sex and the sounds of his balls slapping against me. I finally heard it after focusing harder, fuzzy at first, but slowly gaining clarity as he pumped into me.

 

 

"Oh...oh...oh mommy...this feels really good...oh mommy...ooooh...I'm cumming..."

 

 

My eyes widened as I realized his young, virgin body had reached its limit.

In my prurience, I had neglected to even think of birth control. I realized I had simply thought of him as a source of pleasure as one would a lifeless dildo; I hadn’t thought of his needs or his reaction as a man. I had little time to react and I was so overwhelmed with lust from the fact that I was making my own son cum I simply pushed back until my ass was solidly against his belly and pubes, meeting his inexperienced but deeply needful thrusts. He continued for another moment or two until he suddenly stopped and wrapped his arms around me. The only piece of him which wasn’t in me were his flexing balls. Nature's call would not be denied as his form molded into mine. I felt his dick begin to expand and then quiver until he shot several long streams of thick, gooey semen deeply into my hungry pussy. My mouth was agape -- I couldn't believe this was happening. The feelings of unabashed love were intense. Billy was moaning, his hot breath on my neck...I could feel the warm pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse as he emptied the symbol of his pleasure and manhood into me...yes...my little boy had become a man this night...thanks to me...

After his climax ended he continued to hump against me for a short time but soon tired and became still, still buried to the hilt. A tremendous heat was emanating between my legs and my body had never felt so sensitive and aware to the simple touch of its surroundings. I felt every nuance of the pillow, wrinkle of the covers, his wiry pubes smashed against my ass, his thick cum swirling within me. A single tear was trailing down my cheek. I'm so, so sorry Billy. Your mother was supposed to look after you but...she has failed.

Billy was still deep inside me as he slowly went soft and slipped out. I felt his embrace fade as he rolled over and faced the other way. When I heard him start snoring softly, I knew he was sleeping for sure, although a part of me thought he wasn’t awake the entire time, or maybe only half awake at best and acting in a fog, and he may not ever remember this, or think it was all a bizarre dream which should quickly be forgotten because it was far too dark and perverted. As I felt his warm present ooze deeply inside of me, one thing was for sure -- it wasn’t a dream, and the evidence of my wickedness this night might make itself known to the whole world in a very real, physical way, deep within my belly.

The thought, twisted as it was, made my clit twitch under its hood. I could feel its sensitive roots reaching deep down...

I rubbed my pussy up and down, thinking of what I had done this night, thinking of how sick I was, thinking of what I had forced my own son to do without asking him if it was OK with him, forcing him to give me something he would never in his right mind consent to give me, thinking about him sliding in and out of me until his body gave me something a son should never give his mother...until I had another mind blowing orgasm, my clitoris turning into a bolt of lightning going through my hips, my chest heaving, lungs burning, my legs splaying inwards uncontrollably, all as I tried to not wake Billy and reveal how wanton I am to him.

I felt weak, sapped of energy at both the weight of the events and the severity of the pleasure -- I could only sink back into the sweat soaked mattress...of all the feelings, one was more real than any of the others...yes...mothers can feel it, when it happens. I was a mother to Billy...but now, I will be a mother to someone else as well. I felt it within my bones, within my belly. It happened. Perhaps if I had gone to the bathroom to wash away the stains, the filth, the thick goo which represented my sinfulness, maybe it could have been stopped. It was too late now. What would this mean for our lives? What would Billy say? How would he look at me without hating me? Would he dote on his pregnant mother? I couldn't expect him to stick around, could I? Oh my god, have I entrapped him? Did I mean to do this from the beginning? Was I fearful of the empty nest? I began to silently cry into my pillow, a mixture of deep guilt and everlasting happiness.

I drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep shortly thereafter.

 

 

FIN