Your Son Looks at Me a Lot Ch. 03

Your son looks at me a lot.

Chapter 03

《《I am a sweet lady who has had certain experiences in life and for a long time I have repressed some memories. However, many of them inspire me to share these stories with you. 》》

In her bedroom, Mary and Matthew were having sex. She was on all fours on the bed, taking Matthew's superb cock.

"He keeps touching himself and looking at you, doesn't he?"

"Yes, my love... And he moves to meet me. He rubs against me." She noticed Matthew's cock spasming.

"Yes? Tell me everything." He said, intensifying his attacks.

"Well... when he passes by, he rubs against me. He takes advantage of the fact that there's hardly any room to pass... At first, he did it with his back to me and his arse rubbed all over mine...

"You really turn me on, my love... What else, what else?"

"Oh, Matthew... After a while, he did the same. He passed behind me but this time he was facing me. He rubbed his package on my ass..."

"Ooh! Was he hard?"

"Very hard, my love. I acted as if nothing had happened. Then he went to his room."

"I'm sure he went to jerk off."

"Yes, he shook it... My love, I followed him. I approached his door.

"Don't tell me you heard it?"

Mary closed her eyes and felt her husband's hard cock going in and out of her. At the same time, she remembered what had happened as she recounted it to him. She told him how she had quietly approached his room, put her ear to the door, and heard her son's moans.

The moans, and the things he said. Intermittent phrases... "You look so hot, Mom," "What a pair of tits you have," "That ass of yours drives me crazy." The phrase that turned her on the most was, "Ummm, Mum, I want you so much... I want to fuck you and leave your pussy overflowing with my milk."

She told her husband, who was listening to her in ecstasy, that she had become so aroused that she had put her hand inside her knickers and masturbated while listening to Paul doing the same on the other side of the door.

"Aaah! Mary, you have me ready... Did you cum?"

"Yes, yes, I came when he finished. He said, 'Mummy... I'm cumming... ' I heard him moan louder. I imagined him cumming and I came with him."

"Ah, Ah... how strong... I... am cumming too..."

Matthew didn't come alone. As soon as Mary felt the first shot of cum crashing against the back of her cunt, she came with him, enjoying it, clutching the sheets and clenching her teeth to keep from screaming. She felt every spasm of his cock and her husband's body, and she continued to cum as he, exhausted, fell beside her. She fell forward, resting her head on the bed. Her ass was raised in the air. A trail of semen and vaginal juices trickled out of her and slowly ran down her thigh. If her vagina and anus had voices, they would have said they needed more.

Matthew and Mary looked at each other and smiled.

On Sunday, while Matthew went out to see his parents and Paul went out with his friends, it was a "quiet" day for Mary and Matthew. Mary had time to think. That night, in bed with Matthew, she asked him her questions.

"My love, this can't go on like this."

"The fact that?"

"About Paul. It's not right. I'm his mother."

"So what? You haven't done anything."

"Well, I have done something. Well, we have done something, because you encouraged me. We provoked it. If we carry on like this, it's going to get out of hand."

"No, woman, it's just a game. Nothing will happen. He'll get over it. In the meantime, you and I will keep warm."

"Fuck, Matthew. You only think about yourself! What will Paul think? I don't think this will do him any good."

"OK, OK. Maybe you're right."

"Yes, we'd better leave it. I'll dress more modestly. I hope he notices other women. Girls his age."

They hugged each other. Mary rested her head on her husband's shoulder and he stroked her hair to reassure her. Soon, they were both asleep.

When Matthew arrived home at noon on Monday, he immediately sensed the tension in the air. His wife and son were acting strangely. As soon as he was alone with Mary, he asked her what was going on.

"What's happening?"

"Nothing," she answered dryly.

"What do you mean, 'nothing'?"

"I told you nothing. I don't feel like talking right now."

Matthew was going to insist, but when he saw his wife's face, he decided against it. The tension remained when he returned to the office. It was still there when he returned home later that night, too.

Mary still didn't want to say anything. When they went to bed, Matthew couldn't take it anymore. "Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?" She burst into tears. Matthew hugged her, trying to calm her down.

"I already told you that what we did wasn't right. Things were going to get out of hand."

"Calm down and tell me what happened."

"Oh, my God..."

"Calm down, Mary."

She took a breath.

"This morning, I wore a normal suit, nothing flashy. But he kept looking at me. He kept touching himself under the table. And he kept rubbing against me. This time, he was doing it more blatantly. He put his cock in my ass and stayed there for a few seconds. He even squeezed.

Matthew listened attentively.

"I turned around to face him. I told him what he was doing was wrong, that I was his mother, and that he had to respect me. And then..." Mary covered her eyes with her hands and began to sob.

"What happened?"

"My love... he called me a slut and a cock tease. My own son called me a slut!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! He's gone too far. I'm going to teach that brat a lesson," said Matthew, getting up from the bed.

Mary stopped him, grabbing his arm.

"No, no. Don't tell him anything. He's right. I've behaved exactly as he says. I've been a cock-teaser. We went too far, Matthew."

"You're right. We provoked him, but he doesn't know that, so he has no right to talk to you like that. I'm going to talk to him. I'll demand that he apologises to you."

"Please don't tell him anything. I'll talk to him."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am. I'll go right now."

"Now? OK..."

She got up, put on a short, translucent robe over her two-piece pyjamas, and went to her son's room. Matthew stayed in bed, waiting. And thinking.

His wife was right. The thought of Paul wanting her made him so hot that he encouraged her to continue. Then he got excited when he heard it and had great sex. The best he could remember. But he forgot about Paul and his feelings. He hoped Mary would resolve the situation and things would return to normal.

He waited for her to come back. He waited... He waited... And waited. Time passed, but she didn't come back. He started to get nervous. About 20 minutes had passed. He was just about to get up and go and look for her when she finally returned.

He looked her up and down. She was clutching her pajamas in her hands. Her hair was tousled. She had rosy cheeks and glassy eyes. The only thing she was wearing was a transparent robe that didn't cover much.

"What happened? Why did it take you so long?"

"Matthew... Paul... just... fucked me."

"WHAT?"

"That Paul, your son, just fucked me very hard."

Matthew stared at her, his mouth agape. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I was willing to talk to him, to sort things out. I was in his bed. I asked him for permission to come in. He told me to come in. He was serious. I went over to his bed and sat down like he used to when he was little."

Matthew looked at her, his mouth still agape with disbelief. '

"He sat up in bed. The sheet fell to his hips. His torso was bare. I didn't know he had such a well-shaped body."

"Mary!" Matthew managed to say.

"Yes, he has a beautiful body. I couldn't help but look at him. But then I started talking. I told him he was wrong, but that it was my fault. I should have stopped everything from the beginning. Then he told me that..."

"What did he say to you?"

"That I was very beautiful. That he liked me a lot. He said he wanted me. I told him that wasn't possible, because I'm his mother. I told him he should find a suitable woman."

AND?

"He told me that he didn't care who I was. That I turned him on. That he liked my tits, my ass, that... that... "

"THAT?"

"That I made his cock hard. That he jerked off thinking about me."

"Damn it."

"Matthew, I tried to tell him it wasn't right. But he looked me in the eye. He smiled and said, 'Mom, I'm horny just having you sit on my bed. '"

"Fuck."

"And... ugh... Matthew. Then he pulled the sheet off. He was naked and his cock was hard. It was very big, bigger than yours."

"Bigger than mine?"

"Much more."

"Oh gosh!"

"He lay there looking at me, smiling, with his huge cock standing erect. I didn't know what to do or say. I stood there, staring at his penis. Then he said, 'Do you like my cock, Mum? ' "

"And what did you say?"

"Nothing. I couldn't speak, my love. My heart was beating so fast. Then he said to me, 'Take my cock, Mommy', ' Look how hard you make me'. "

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Did you take his cock?" Matthew asked, sounding increasingly anxious.

"No, I couldn't. I was petrified. I could barely breathe. I just stared at that cock jumping around its own, while I felt my pyjamas getting wet. He took one of my trembling hands and brought it to his penis. I don't remember ever touching such a hard, big cock. It felt so hot; I could feel the soft veins running through it. I felt it throbbing in my hand."

"Ugh... Mary, you grabbed Paul's cock!"

"Not only that, my love. He started moving my hand so that I would give him a hand job. When he pulled his hand away, I was hypnotised and continued moving my hand up and down on his cock. He was burning up. I don't think he'd ever been so hot. He started to moan. He liked what I was doing to him."

"I'm not surprised. Keep going, for the love of God! Don't stop."

"Are you horny?"

"Like a motorcycle. Look!" Matthew replied, taking out his cock. Mary took it with the same hand that had taken Paul's, and began masturbating him.

"That's how I jerked him off. Slowly, squeezing. My hand could barely cover its thickness. He lay back on the bed and looked at me while I did it. He told me that he loved the way I touched his cock. That he had wanted it for a long time. Then... "

"What happened?" '

"He looked me straight in the eyes and said, 'Suck my cock, bitch.' That's how I felt at that moment: Like a slut giving her son a hand job with a soaking wet pussy. I almost came without touching myself."

"Did you? Did you suck his dick…?"

"Yes... I wasn't sure what was happening, but when I saw his huge penis, I couldn't resist and sucked him off. I bent down and gave him a little kiss on the tip," she said, leaning over her husband and planting a kiss on Matthew's cock. "Then I stuck my tongue out and licked the whole big head, before putting it in my mouth. I put my son's cock in my mouth and sucked it like this."

Mary began to suck her husband's cock as she had done with Paul. Looking into his eyes, she raised and lowered her head, sucking hard.

"Aggg, Mary, my love... Is this how you sucked him off?"

"Uh-huh," she replied, without taking his cock out of her mouth.

"Did you suck him all the way off?"

"Ummmm."

"Did he... cum... in... your mouth?"

"Ummmm."

"Mary... ah... ah... Did you swallow all his milk?"

"Ummmmmm."

To be continue…

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