eling the cool, slick lubrication. I immediately knew what it was, my beautiful son’s creamy, smooth jizz!
To be touching my young boy’s seed. My face felt extremely hot. I thought I was to pass out with such a rush of unnatural excitement!

My next immoral action which I was about to perform was a step in my relationship with Tommy I will never be able to change back from, i.e. a traditional mother-son bond.

I dared myself as I touched my glazed sperm soaked finger to my lips covering both upper and lower evenly is slow elliptical motions sampling the tang of his semen with the tip of my tongue.
It tasted wonderful! I couldn’t believe how different his cum tasted, it more a neutral than overpowering and almost sweet. Quite pleasant, a change from several hundred loads of bitter tasting sperm I’ve swallowed throughout my thirty-five years of life.

But it wasn’t just the zest of Tommy’s cream that was exciting me, It was the portrayal of being so slutty for my young son’s cum. Purely a incestuous, depraved, and in my mind a erotic act!

My intension wasn’t to involve my innocent little Tommy in lascivious behavior with his dirty, dirty mother. So I kept my craving for his cum from him, (not that he would understand anyway)!

Over the next couple of years my ritual would consist of hunting and gathering. When opportunity would permit, (usually weekly)! Either on wash day or when my home was freshly empty. I would check to see if my son would make anymore virginal deposits for me
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Before I would wash the fabric I would take cleaned and empty 35mm film containers and scrape all his moist cum off. I placed my treasure in the back of the freezer along with my other trophies that were gathered for several months to be used at a later time.

As Tommy grew older reaching 15 years, his volume of sperm increased substantially. He went from filling the bottom of a teaspoon to secreting two tablespoons regularly. I was curious as to what means he is producing it, whether masturbation or nocturnal emissions.

Occasionally at night I would silently listen outside his bedroom door to see if I could hear the tell tail signs of him pleasuring himself, but so far I heard nothing.

Then one month to my disappointment all his milky secretions stopped!                                                               But then I found more & more used and dried tissues in his waste basket next to his computer. (A good half a box worth)! Naturally I figured Tommy was stroking to some porn he liked on the web. I was very intrigued and with the house empty I decided to investigate what would make him spurt!

I opened up his history file and visited his precious websites. I was extremely shocked! As it turns out my faultless adolescent isn’t innocent after all.

The first websites content I looked at was all about S&M. The pictures portrayed physically and mentally abused, beautiful women dressed in form fitting clothes such as leather, latex, PVC, and other plastic or rubber items. They were depicted in varying degrees of distress. Bound and gagged, ropes wrapped painfully tight around the breasts, or made to lick the bottom of their masters gleaming high heeled boots. Feeling horrified I thought “Is this my little boy fantasizes about”?

This was only the beginning of my investigation and as I dove further along, I became afraid of what I might find out about my Tommy’s sexual psyche!

Much more was reviled to me when I opened up several other websites consisting of fully clothed older women dressed in incredibly provocative attire sucking off and jerking younger men to the point of orgasm.

Now my emotions turned from dismay to pure sexual excitement!

I plunged further and further and found an incest story website that also contained an open forum which people could talk and share information about the subject of “family loving”.

Searching through the forum I noticed much to my surprise Tommy himself had a lot of postings, cautiously I decided to read them.
My pussy warmed up when I read my son lately was leaving me his personal little presents around the house, (he secretly hoped for the possibility of me catching him). Which consisted of him Cumming in my flirtatious high heels as well with my sexy, black, silk panties that were buried at the bottom of my dresser drawer (I designated to wear them for special occasions with different boyfriends)?

I always knew It was perfectly normal for a teenager to masturbate (God knows I did by fair share of exploring my body)! But I didn’t think I was common for them to mark there territory?

I read on…
Tommy wrote, “Underneath my mom’s loose comfortable clothes, is the sultriest whore”. Then he added “she just don’t know it yet”.

Now I’ve never done this before without manual stimulation, but I was on the verge of having a full blown orgasm!
Just the thought of Tommy writing his desirers in this type of forum gave me the blissfully, soulful feeling of stimulating my eraser sized clit.
I wanted to cum, right here and right now, in front of the very same computer by son wrote from his heart’s sexual appetite. I ran downstairs to the freezer in which his sperm was stored, frozen. Impatiens was getting to the best of me while waiting for the container to warm in the microwave.
(Ding! It’s done).

I ran upstairs to my bedroom first retrieving my 1 foot tall 3 inch wide battery operated vibrating dildo I affectionately called “Kong” my big friend used 6d sized batteries to make it function. I had discarded both my jeans and panties before I returned to Tommy’s room as I had anticipated a great climax with my son’s micro waved, sweet discharge in one hand and “Kong” in the other.

As I sat down I tilted back Tommy’s comfy, leather office chair momentarily alarmed as it felt cool to my naked backside.

Sitting as far back as I could, I extended my very feminine well toned legs to his close hamper along side of the desk. Spread enough to have full access to my baby smooth pussy.

Now my next action will probably shock you. My thoughts were that I nuked hi spunk a little too long as I removed the lid and poured approximately half of the filled canister dripping with Tommy’s very hot slippery seed on “Kong”.
 
My cunt was gushing as I evenly coated the top 6 inches of it with my right hand cooling it down and working into a nice greasy glaze, I made sure there was an extra healthy dollop of jizz at
The head!

My left hand had easy access to the computer’s mouse so I could read some more of Tommy’s fantasies for my primary stimulation.

With my silent black friend fully lubed, I gently rubbed the head of Kong up and down my pussy lips making them slippery before pushing it past the entrance. I rotated it in half circles in order to push Kong in 3 inches which strained my lips to the limit due to its massive girth.

I was being mindful of my right hands actions all the while focusing my attention on the computer’s monitor scrolling the mouse for Tommy’s next thread entry, and there it was! An attachment next to his name and it said, “My mommy pix”.
Almost panting with my anticipation! “What could this download contain”, I asked myself?

When I opened up the files I unwittingly noticed how far I was penetrating “Kong” into my dark place.

With long, smooth, fluid strokes automatically twisting “Kong” and burrowing it deeper & deeper into my large capacity cunny. “Damn Tommy’s sweet cum makes an awesome lube, I’ve never been able to take 10 inches of it without it hurting a little”, I thought!
 
All Tommy’s pictures lay open for my review (and the world for that matter). I clicked on the thumbnail to produce a larger image and I was impassioned and mortified at what I saw in front of me!

Apparently my stealthy little boy was taking pictures of me showering, sleeping, masturbating, and fucking one of my old lovers which I haven’t done in 4 years
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I uttered something from my lips, “how long has this been going on”?

Overwrought with too much mental stimuli I felt a medium sized convulsion in the deepest reaches of my pussy. Not quite a full cum but a very good prelude!
I viewed more of his arousing pictures and I came across some of him marking his territory on my clothes,
Shoes, boots, and even my bedroom pillow. (I always thought that the stains left on my pillowcase were drool from my sleep).
Finally I saw the series of 15 pictures of Tommy boy jerking his small pubescent dick on top of “Kong”.

I clicked on my vibrating feature and increased the pace of my strokes in an almost desperate move to get the maximum feeling of my impending orgasm!
And now the last picture that sent me over the edge was Tommy’s 5 inch prick sperming all over my giant dildo, I studied how his thin, pearly fluid contrasted against the slick, blackness of the rubber; it looked like he drizzled icing on a cake.

Listening to the frequency changes of my dildo’s motor reducing it to a very low grinding tone buried to my cervix I kept it up there, (it almost sounded like it was going to stall)!

A warm felling of pleasure overcame me, overriding all my automatic bodily functions.
The most powerful cum I ever had happened beyond by control I couldn’t think or move all I did was spasm in the confines of my son’s leather chair.
After shutting off “Kong” (I had to, my cunny was way too sensitive) I looked down at my pussy after several minutes passed and removed my giant black beast slowly with a squishy POP.
My vagina slowly oozed all its fluid onto Tommy’s black chair. (My juices and his mixed all together) how erotic is that?
I left it there for him to see when he got home from school. THE CHARADE IS OVER!


HOPEFULLY TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 2 THAT DEPENDS ON YOU!