Mom and Son - A New Story

I had just gotten back to the beach cottage. I was barefoot, still in my two-piece bathing suit with my short swim wrap neatly tied around me. I was standing facing the counter chopping up carrots for our dinner salad. I heard the screen door creak open, glanced over my shoulder to see my handsome, 18-year-old, almost a man, our only son, Alex wearing only his swim trunks and flip-flops. He's close to six feet tall, broad shoulders, his tanned, muscular, hairless, swimmer body, glistened from sweat and suntan lotion. His being on the swim team for the last few years really tightened up his physique, which he kept hairless for competition. His short light brown hair mangled on top of his head. He kicked off his flip-flops.

I had just turned 42. As my husband, Allen, is apt at observing and pointing out to me, I haven't hit the proverbial wall just yet. I'm five-six, about 150 pounds, standard, drooping, middle-age C-cup breast, less then desirable defined waist, butt and thighs. I keep my brunette colored hair, styled a few inches below my ears.

I went back to my carrot chopping and asked, "What are you doing back here? I thought you and your father were staying at the beach for another couple of hours?"

Alex's voice was tinged with annoyance, "Dad was down there with his binoculars scanning the beach for girls in bikini's and handing me the binoculars pointing them out. It was irritating and embarrassing. Then he actually got up and went down to the water and talking to some young girls, got them laughing, I just couldn't stand it, so here I am."

I shrugged, "Oh, that's just your dad, he still thinks he got it."

Alex was standing right behind me now. His head next to mine. "I just don't get it mom. I mean you're really nice looking. You're his wife. If I was him, I'd have told me to stay on the beach for a couple of hours cause I had something to discuss with your mother. Not ogling some teenaged girls."

I smiled, "Well aren't you sweet."

As soon as I said that, I felt my son press his warm, firm chest against my back. I inhaled the sweet and musky scent of suntan lotion and his body sweat. Alex's hand slid over my waist and across my stomach, the other around my shoulder just above my chest. His face near my neck. He said softly as he nuzzled against me, "I mean it mom, dad's crazy. You're hot. If you were mine, I couldn't keep my hands off you." As he spoke, his fingers kneaded my stomach and the other, gently massaged me just above my breast.

I froze, my one hand holding the knife tight, the other hand in a clinched fist. I stared out the kitchen window, my eyes focused, but seeing nothing. I couldn't move. I couldn't comprehend what was happening. Then I felt my son's lips on the nape of my neck. He kissed me softly, sucked on my neck gently, running his tongue over my skin, tasting me. His fingers, still moving against me.

My knees buckled slightly. My fists untightened; the knife fell onto the cutting board scattering the carrot bits. I didn't move away. I couldn't. Then I felt his crotch press against my butt. A hard round bar pushed between my ass cheeks. It was all happening too quickly. His mouth traveling up my neck, I instinctively moved my head to one side, letting him kiss and lick me.

It had been so long since my husband had treated me so tenderly like this. The thought shot though me, awakening me, "This is Alex, YOUR SON! No! This is wrong!"

I tried to wiggle away. Instead of screaming for him to stop, I feebly begged him too. But he held me tight, nibbling away my resistance.

He spun me around, put his strong arms around me, pressing our bodies together. I looked up at him. He leaned his head down, I could feel and smell the minty warmth of his breath. As I started to say "no", he kissed me. A kiss that should not be shared between a mother and son.

I melted in his arms. There was no resistance. My body surrendered to him. In an instant, the moral boundary between mother and son was gone. As his tongue ran over my gums, playing inside my mouth, I reached up, one hand on the back of his head, the other on his slippery oily neck. I returned his kiss, our tongues moving together.

He broke our embrace, took a half step back and looking first at my face then down, his fingers untied my swimsuit wrap. He gazed into my eyes as he slipped it off my shoulders onto the floor at my feet. I stared at him. I felt helpless, like a little girl. Afraid to move but not wanting too. My mind asking, "What is he going to do to me?"

His hands reached around me. I felt his fingers on the clasp on the back of my bathing suit top. It unsnapped; I felt the release of the tension that held my tits. Now free, they sagged yet not exposed. He moved his hands back in front of me. They went around my neck and with a tug, he released the bow holding up my top. It fell in front of me. He grinned, took another half step back. His eyes taking in my droopy breast.

His hands reached down and cupping each from underneath, his fingers softly kneading them. My son's the thumbs and index fingers found and squeezed my nipples firmly at the same time. The inside of my pussy moisten. My breathing became labored, my son was playing with my tits, pouncing them in his hands.

He stooped down in front of me. His clean-shaven inner thighs pressed against the outside of my knees. He looked up at me, his face even with my tits. He leaned forward and sucked my left erect nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He sucked more of it passed his lios, until my silver dollar sized brown areola was in his mouth. It was as if my son was suckling me as he had done as a baby.

My eyes closed. I moaned softly, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God." My hands resting on the countertop. My butt leaning against it.

He sucked more of my tit into his mouth, pulling it away from me, stretching it out. Alex's head move back further and my tit popped from his mouth. He immediately moved to the other nipple and did the same, tugging it away from me, then letting it pop out from his lips.

I opened my eyes and watched my son get on his knees. He reached up to the hem of my bathing suits bottom and tugged down quickly. My bikini-waxed crotch exposed to him. He placed his hands in the middle of my inner thighs and roughly spread my thighs. My feet sliding apart on the kitchen's tile floor. My hands now grabbed the edge of the countertop. The smell of my now exposed and widespread wet pussy filled the space between us. My son moved his face forward and ran the tip of his tongue along my cunts swollen lips, separating them. It was like he was slicing me open. I gasped as he reached my clit and sucked the knob into my mouth. I pushed my pussy into my son's mouth; I arched my back and stood on my tip toes leaning hard against the countertop. He lashed at my clit with his tongue and sucked the stiffened nub into his mouth.

He released my hard clit from his mouth and moved his face lower, placing his lips around my cunt lips and sucked them into his mouth. I lowered myself, sitting my pussy on his face as his tongue dug into me. Lapping at my pussy, tasting me, sucking my flowing warm lubrication into his mouth. Swallowing it, drinking his mother's essence.

My moans turned to grunts as I ground my pussy into my son's face. I had never experienced anything like this before in my life. A man, kneeling before me, eating my cunt. It had always been me laying down, my thighs spread and my husband or a long ago boyfriend going down on me. Nothing like this. I felt like my son, MY SON, was worshiping me, letting me use his face, his mouth for my own gratification. I felt it coming. I felt my body begin to tense. I gasped loudly, my voice filling the room. My thighs began to shake and clamped around my son's head. My cunt walls spasmed and contracted over his face. The orgasm was the most intense I've ever had. Not even my roommate in college ever made me cum like my son was making me now. And she was a great cunt licker.

My whole body shivered and shook. My son's finger's dug into the back of my thighs holding me in place. My head titled back. I gasped for air. My mouth quivered, a stream of drool ran out the side of my lips. Tearing ran down my cheeks. I felt I was about to pass out. My body suddenly relaxed as the wave of the orgasm, washed away from me. My son moved back and rested his ass on his calves.

He stood, looked down at me, held my head firmly in his hands and kissed me. Forcing me to taste myself on his coated lips. He rubbed my lips over his pussy juiced covered cheeks and chin. I found myself licking, lapping and sucking up my own cum into my mouth with my tongue and lips, tasting it, eating it off him, wanting it. We kissed again, deep and hard. Our tongues dancing around each other. I absorbed my pussy juice into my mouth, the smell into my nose. It was intoxicating devouring myself. He put his hand on the back of my head and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back, breaking our kiss, forcing me to look at him. Then I felt his other hand at the front of my pussy. His fingers slipped down parting my pussy lips. I gasped as he abruptly probed inside my sloppy wet pussy with his middle and index finger. He held them inside me, I could feel them moving side to side, flickering around in me. All the time looking into my face, watching my expression. He pulled his fingers out of my cunt.

He presented his two pussy juiced coated fingers in front of my face. He pressed them to my lips. I smelled the musky scent of my own pussy.

Alex broke the silence between us, "Taste yourself mother," as he pushed his fingers past my lips into my mouth. I looked into his eyes. They were narrow, they seemed to have a purpose. He glared at me, a cruel grin on his face. As if he was proving his dominance over me.

I felt hurt as I sucked his cum lathered fingers into my mouth and tasted myself. I licked them clean, sucking and swallowing my own self. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Alex now had a shallow, sadistic look on his face as he watched me, his mother, tasting herself. A satisfied look of victory.

He pulled his fingers from my mouth and took a step back from me. Placed his hands on my shoulders and pressed down. I looked into his eyes as I lowered myself to my knees. In a straight up kneeling position, I found myself staring directly at his bulging trunk covered cock. I knew what he wanted me to do. I reached up and loosened the strap holding up his bathing suit. I tugged down, pulling the front part of the suit towards me so it would slide over his manhood. It sprung free in front of my face.

The scent of the salty ocean escaped his trunks with just a hint of pee and stale body odor. Alex's circumcised cock head pointed at my face. A drop of pre-cum seeped from the slit his pee hole. The girth of his penis surprised me. It was thick, round, different shades of color ringed up the shaft. At its base there was no pubic hair. His large clean-shaven balls were tucked up tight in his scrotum.

He cock was thicker and longer than his fathers. It reminded me more of my daddy's cock and what he had done to me and what I had done with him, so long ago. I shook the memories from my mind. This was my son, MY SON. I was kneeling before my son. His precious cock inches from my mouth. I looked up at him as I leaned my head forward, his eyes fixed on mine. The tip of his cock pressed open my lips and his cock sliced into my face. His eyes closed, he let out a gratifying sigh as his head tilted back. I sucked on the blood-filled head of his cock. The tip of my tongue tasting the drop of his pre-cum. I washed my tongue around his bulbous head, concentrating on it. I knew that would give him the most pleasure. I had been taught well.

I thought about how his father and my father, enjoyed my skill of giving blow jobs. It was part of our love making. Now, in the last few years, his father's libido had waned and our love making had become routine and infrequent. Now my son was savoring my skill and I relished the thought of how much pleasure I could give him.

I felt Alex's hands hold my head firmly between them. His fingers tangled themselves in my hair completing his grasp. He started to move his cock deeper into my mouth. I closed my eyes tightly, knowing the urge my son was feeling. Then, he started to fuck my face. Rhythmically pumping his cock back and forth into my mouth. I heard him grunt with each thrust. He was no longer being gentle, considerate. Maybe it was the thought of his mother on her knees, servicing him with her mouth or maybe the anger he felt towards his father ignoring me or more likely it was just plain animal lust of a young boy wanting to release the cum from his balls, that drove him to ram his cock over and over into his my head.

I gagged now with each push. Droll running out the corners of my mouth. Tears running down my cheeks. The fingers of my hand sprayed wide, pushing against his sweaty and slick, suntanned oiled thighs. He pressed the back of my head against the kitchen counter. His finger's untangled from my hair. He reached down, grabbed my wrists and yanked my arms up over my head holding them there. I could smell the body odor rise from my sweaty armpits. He pumped his cock into my face. The back of my head banging slightly with each plunge of his cock.

I was helpless, pinned, being used like a slut. My pussy on fire. I could feel my juices seeping out of me, running down my inner thighs. What woman doesn't long to be dominated, humiliated, overpowered by a man. And for it to be her own son! For whom she once had dominion over. Now he was in complete control me. I was his submissive tool.

He impaled his cock into my mouth pinning my head against the counter. He let out a sharp groan as a jet of cum poured directly down my throat. I struggled to gulp it down. He eased his cock back, then shoved it again to the back of my mouth as the second torrent of cum drained down my throat. I gagged and a splatting of his seed sprayed out of my mouth onto the base of his cock. He eased his cock out me, leaving only his still rounded head in my mouth. I felt it pulsate between my lips and sucked the next wave out of him, now feeling it's warm, creamy texture and musky, salty, fresh, youthful taste. I let it slide over my tongue, treasuring it. I swallowed the next load, but feeling his cock start to soften, I held the remaining gushes in my mouth.

He let go of my hands he had held over my head, my arms fell to my sides. He stepped back from me. His now limp cock fell from my mouth. I stood up, reached up with my hands to his head, holding it, pulling it down to my face. Our lips met and I fed my son his own cum. I pushed it into his mouth with my tongue, making him taste himself as he had made me taste my own juices a few moments ago. I felt I was gaining back a little authority. He wrapped his arms around me, held me tight and let me feed him his seed. My son scraped his cum off my tongue with his lips and then sucked it out of my mouth as we kissed deeply.

We held each other, kissing and running our hands over each other's back for the longest of time. He broke our embrace. He moved back a step, eyeing me up and down. Taking my naked, aged body all in. He made me feel so young, so beautiful, so desirable, the way he ogled me.

He put his hands on my shoulders and spun me around, making me facing the kitchen counter and sink. His hands moved down off my shoulders, his finger's massaging my back as they traveled lower. His hands were now on my ass. I glanced to the side to see Alex kneeling behind me. I grasped hold of the counters edge as his separated my ass cheeks. I wondered what he was doing. What was he going to do?

Then I felt it! His face pressed between my ass spread wide ass cheeks. Then a sensation I had never felt before, one that I never even could have imagined. My son was licking my asshole. Every nerve ending of my anus seemed to come alive. The pleasure was pure, so satisfying, so soft, so loving. I arced my feet, standing on my tiptoes, my son giving me gratification I did not know existed. My pussy's lubrication again leaked from me. My pungent scent of sex and sweat only added to the erotic sensation that filled the room.

I moved farther away from the countertop. My legs spread wide apart. My upper body parallel to the floor. I looked down towards my legs. My tits sagged from my chest. I could see the stretch marks on each of their sides. I saw my son's stiff cock pointing straight up from his bent thighs. He was already hard again as his tongue lapped up and pressed against my asshole. The tip of his tongue probed opening, then he press against my anus with the flat of his tongue. His assault was pure ecstasy. I relished the sensation, hoping it would never end.

He then moved his face way from me. I was relaxed in my position, holding onto the counter. My feet apart, my legs straight. I felt one of my son's hands on my hip. Then I felt the tip of his circumcised helmet of his cock, slipping up and down my swollen pussy lips. Gently prying them apart. He stopped when he found my virginal opening. He pushed the head of his cock into it, expanding it. He held it there. He now had both hands on my hips. He hesitated, as if he knew this was the ultimate act of incest, a son penetrating his mother.

He smoothly, slowly sliced my cunt walls apart with his thick man sized cock. I gasped and he moaned as he buried his cock up to the hilt in me, pressing it against my cervix, filling the inside of my cunt, stretching it to its limits.

I clenched my pussy muscles around my son's cock. Squeezing it, loving it, wanting it. He started to move his hips back and forth. His rock-hard cock driving into me. My tits swaying back and forth, violently. I felt him lean forward. His hands grasped tightly onto my swinging tits. He held them tightly, clutching them in his fists. He pulled hard on them, roughly massaging, man handling them. The combination of pain maximizing and intensifying the pleasure he was giving my pussy.

He bore his manhood into me, again and again. I could feel my body giving totally into him. He let go of my tits. Grabbed hold of my hips, pushed his cock as deep as he could into me. My thighs started to shake and then as one, my son's cock emptied his life-giving seed into my pussy as my cunt spasmed and contracted around this steel hard rod. Both of us loudly let out a loud primordial groan. We were joined together, another taboo broken. His throbbing cock embedded in my quivering cunt.

He then leaned forward. His spent dick, shrinking inside me. I tightened my pussy walls around it, trying to hold it in as it slipped out. A mixture of our cum, seeped out of my pussy, dripping down my inner thighs. Still in the same position, I looked down between my legs and saw streaming drops of it fall to the floor.

I sank to the floor and sat down with my back to the counter. I looked at my son. He was covered in sweat. I noticed I was too. Our body and sex odors enveloped the kitchen. I saw his limp, cum coated cock dangling between his legs. I scooted forward on my butt, positioned myself between his legs, took his cock into my mouth, licking, sucking my son's cock clean.

He moaned softly over and over again, "Oh God, Mom, Oh God."

I took my mouth away. Alex reached down and took hold of my hands and lifted me off the floor. We embraced tenderly and softly kissed each other.

He looked at me. We both smiled. I turned and looked out the kitchen window. I saw an old man, stumbling slowly up the walk about fifty yards away. He was caring two beach chairs, a swaying pair of binoculars around his neck and over his shoulder, a full beach bag. Still looking out the window, I announced to my son, "Your father is coming. You had better put on your trunks. I'm going to gather my things and jump into the shower before he gets here."

I turned to Alex, we gently kissed and I picked up my bathing suit and wrap and walked down the hall. I turned to see my son pulling up his trunks and staring at my ass as I walked away. I smiled, thinking, "My son wants me. That young boy wants me and GOD do I want HIM!"