Mom and Son - A New Story 2

I stood in the doorway to my son's room. I knew the glow from the hallway light would show the silhouette of my curves through my shear thigh length nightie and three-inch heels. It was all I had on. I had one hand high above my head holding onto the door jam. The other, I ran up and down over my hips and waist and then cupping and holding up my sagging, ample breast. The heels giving definition to my calves and thick thighs. I could barely make out the outline my boy's body lying in bed under the sheet. He was propped up on one elbow on his side. His other hand obscured from my view, but by the movement of the sheet i could tell he was groping at his thick cock under the cover. My son's eyes were fixed on me.

I was freshly showered. My arms pits and legs cleanly shaved. My pussy mound's pubic hair neatly trimmed. The musky, youthful pheromone odors emitting from his room, were a pleasant contrast to the freshness of my cleansed flesh and newly applied perfume.

His father, Allen, asleep on the living room sofa would not be interrupting us. I made sure of that. I knew he'd be hot and horny from ogling those teenaged girls on the beach and he would want, no, demand sex from me. I didn't feel like being pawed and grunted at in the dark, him imaging he was fucking some sweet inexperienced girl. So, I put extra doses of melatonin mixed with his bourbon to make sure I'd be free to explore another episode of incestuous love making with my son, undisturbed.

"Mom." I took Alex's sweet, soft tone as an invitation for me to join him in his bedroom.

I didn't move. His gaze and what he had done to me earlier were still fresh in my mind. He made me feel so young, so vibrant, so sexy, like a woman wants to feel. My son wanted me. This young boy, took me, a middle-aged woman and made me feel like a little, helpless girl. Seducing me into this illicit, indecent affair.

Now, standing in his doorway, I wanted him. I was going to leave all my inhibitions at the door. As he had made love to me before, now I wanted to fuck him and have him fuck me. He had made me his lover, now I wanted him to make me his bitch and in turn, I was going to show him, mommy wasn't a sweet, tamed girl, but an experienced sex, wantoned bitch.

I smiled and righted myself up in the doorway and walked slowly over to my boy. I stood at the side of the bed, leaned to my right and clicked on his bedside lamp. The sudden brightness made us both blink. I wanted to see him as we played. I wanted him to see me also. I looked down at him and bit my lower lip. I reached in front of me and peeled back the white linen sheet that covered him.

A rush of warm, scented air filled the space between us. I could tell by the fresh smell, that Alex had showered. I missed the tartness of his body odor from before. The coconut tanning lotion, mixed with his sweat.

He started to reach up to cup one of my breasts. I took half a step back and shook my head, no.

I softly, teasingly, scolded him, "No, no honey. Lay on your back and no touching mommy until I say. Okay dear?"

He didn't smile, a display of disappointment on his face, as he laid back and calmly obeyed, "Yes mom."

I leaned forward; my heavy tits hung from my chest. I could feel my son's eyes examining them through the shear black fabric of my nightie. I reached my left hand over and as my fingers wrapped around the base if his manhood, he gasped. His hip rose an inch off the mattress. I raised his cock straight up, lowered my head, squeezed the base of my son's dick tighter, forcing more blood into its swelling circumcised helmet. I ran the tip of my tongue into the slit, catching an emerging dollop of pre-cum. Its salty taste tickled my tongue. I then ran the flat of my tongue down the length of his rigid cock. Feeling its smooth outer texture, tasting his muskiness. I licked over his hairless ball sack, kissing it and then gently sucked one of his cum filled gonads into my mouth washing my tongue lovingly over it.

I could hear Alex's heavy breathing. My pussy responded with a fresh flood of juices as I thought, hoped, I was to first to give my son this sexual pleasure. I let his ball slip from my mouth and immediately performed the same manipulations on the other.

I let loose of his ball and sucked my way up the hard length of his staff and slipped my lips onto the top of his enlarged, cushiony cock helmet and sucked it into my mouth.

Again, Alex gasped, this time louder and his hips rose higher off the bed as he forced more of his cock into my face. I was pleased with his eagerness. His desire to have his mother fellate him.

I sucked on the head of my boy's cock. My tongue washing and pressing into the spongy bulge. My fingers firmly holding the base of his cock.

I could feel his body's position change and knew he was raising himself on his elbows to watch. With my right hand, I moved my hair from the side of my face to let my son see his mother's cheeks indented as her glistening ruby red lips sucked on his teenaged rigid shaft.

He moaned, "Oh God, mom." as I lowered my head and more of his cock sliced into my face. I could feel it grow and tighten in my mouth.

I thought of my dad, the first time I had gone down on him willingly and the power I felt as i made my daddy's dick grow and expanded with my mouth and he moaned in the same way. As with my father and now my son, I was the one in control.

Alex breathing was heavy. His soft moaning of, "Oh mom, oh mom, oh mom," caused my pussy to moisten. I could feel beads of my vaginal fluids escape from its opening and coat my upper inner thighs. The odor of my moistening pussy mingled with my boy's sweet, sour scent surrounding his groin. I wanted to touch myself, to jam my fingers into my cunt, to match the rhythm of my bobbing head on my son's rigid steel hard girder. I loved chocking on his massive cock in my mouth, drowning in my own saliva and his pre-cum.

Suddenly, his hands were on the sides of my head. His fingers tangled in my hair. His hips lifted off the bed as he jammed his expanding cock into my face. My son's thickened cock sent a fresh wave of his warm, sticky seed, pulsating past my fist holding the base of his cock, shot up his shaft into my mouth.

I gulped down the life-giving liquid. It's sticky warmth, coating my throat as I swallowed his first load. The second shot of my son's cum was equal to the first as I welcomed it into my mouth. I enjoyed its musky, metallic, youthful taste as it rushed over my tongue.

Alex's hands slipped off my head. His whole body shivered as his cock continued to vibrate around my fingers. Each throb lessened in intensity.

I syphoned the last beads of seed out from his now softening shaft. I clamped my lips tight around his dick and slowly raised my face off it savoring its soft texture. His cockhead gave a small popping sound as it escaped my lips grasp.

He fell back on the bed. I heard him exhale as he gave a quiet laugh, "Oh God, mother, that was...", voice trailing off. I raised my head, looking up at him. I licked my lips, enjoying the taste of a few drops of his cum hanging from them.

I stood up and let my nighty slip off my shoulders and onto the floor. I stepped out of my heels and now, completely naked, except for my wedding and engagement rings, I moved up on to the bed.

I leaned down and our lips met. He greedily sucked on my tongue into his mouth, tasting himself. I pulled my face away from him. My hair brushing against his face. I gave my sweet boy a mischievous smile and just above a whisper, "Now it's mommy's turn."

I one quick motion, I swung a thick thigh over his chest. I straddled him, facing his feet. My damp pussy hovering above his face. I knew he could smell my pungent, well lubricated cunt. Jesus, I could smell the odor myself as it escaped from between my spread apart thighs.

I had Alex's arms pinned under my shins. My son was now my captive. I looked at his limp, saliva coated cock resting over his pubic mound. I lowered my hips and planted my moist, puffy-lipped labia against my son's mouth. His tongue immediately darted into its opening as he feasted on his mother's juices. I could hear squishy, slurping sounds as his tongue scooped and his lips, sucked my vaginal fluids into his mouth. I grinded my cunt against my son's face. My clit a hard knob thrashing across his tongue, lips and chin.

The sour, funky vapors of my pussy filtered into the air around me. I knew my son was tasting, dining on the salty, sour, metallic flavors seeping out from the walls of my vagina into his mouth. The thought and his mouth's manipulations made my body shiver with excitement. The recent, clean, freshly washed and perfumed floral scent of my skin, now became dense with my body odor as droplets of sweat escaped from my skin's pores.

I spread my thighs wider apart. I leaned slightly forward. My arms straight out, the palms of my hands flat against the mattress on either side of my son's trapped body. I ground my soggy cunt against his face. In an angry tone, I heard my voice unconsciously whispering, "Eat me you bastard. Eat your mother." I felt possessed. My breathing became heavy. A thin string of saliva dripped out of the corner of my mouth. Through squinting eyes, I saw my son's cock begin to stiffen. His youthful, rejuvenating powers propelled by being force-fed his mother's tepid, silky, vaginal secretions.

I took a deep breath and held it. I shut my eyes and a low muffled groan stayed inside my closed mouth. My whole body stiffened as my pussy mound bored down on my son's face. Then the release was like an explosion. My thighs reverberated to the rhythmic contractions of pelvic muscles and uterus. The intense pleasure was mixed with an unexplainable satisfying pain. It was like a celebration throughout my entire body. A warm complete satisfaction I had never experienced in my whole life. I was sitting on my son's face, my being absorbed into total bliss.

I was a quivering mass. Then my whole body slumped for a brief second. I exhaled loudly, releasing all the air from my lungs. I quickly gulped down another breath as my body tightened up again as the second orgasmic wave enveloped me.

I was shaking all over, then my body relaxed and my pussy muscles twitched and tightened inside me. Tears were running down my cheeks. I leaned forward. A wave if cool fresh air tingled my exposed, overly moist cunt. I heard Alex gasp as he inhaled. I realized I must have been smothering him with my vaginal lips clamped over his mouth and nose.

I slowly regained control of my body, keeping my pussy hovering above my boy's face so he could breathe. I looked down at his muscled thighs and the rigid pole sticking up from his tangled pubic hair.

I wanted more. An insatiable incestuous desire consumed me. I lifted up, spun my thigh over my son's head, releasing his captive arms from my shins.

Now, with both my knees planted on either side of his hips. My dripping pussy, poised just above his youthful, steel hardened cock. I reached for it. He gasped as I lifted it pointing straight up and our eyes fixed on each other as his blood engorged cock head pushed aside my puffy pussy lips and slipped slowly into me. I moved my hand away and impaled myself on my son's rock-hard manhood.

The once clean scent of our freshly showered bodies became sweaty. The air around the room filled with the heavy scent of my pussy reeking of sex, stale perfume and our body odors. My son's pheromone laced sweat swept over us like a wave, mixing with my own body fragrances.

My boy pulled himself back up on his elbows and watched as I lowered myself onto his tool, until my pussy was completely engulfed by his cock. It, now buried deep inside his mother, pressed up against my cervix. Alex's penis, an invading solid piece of meat, was marinating in my pussy juices. My cunt walls grasped and massaged around the perfectly sized girth of my son's cock.

I ground and twisted my pussy onto my son's dick. His cock stretching and sliding around inside my well lubricated vagina. I closed my eyes and turned my face up towards the ceiling. I put my hands over my head. The coolness of the room's air soothed the coating of sweat from my clean-shaven armpits. My nostrils flared as I deeply inhaled the pure body secretions of my untreated pits.

My son's musky, youthful, earthy scent, mixed with my heated body and sex fragrances were deliciously decadent.

I moved my hips, grinding onto my son's cock as my clitoris massaged into his curly, wet, haired pubic mound. It felt so right as I indulged in this forbidden lust satisfying and moving just for myself. I knew my son was experiencing his own satisfaction being fucked by me. Any pretense of guilt now faded. I was rocking back and forth, twisting on my son's cock, my lover's cock. A mother enjoying a renewed reunion with her son.

Alex's hands reached up, pawing at my sagging tits. He lifted them up, feeling their full weight in his hands. Pulling and stabbing his fingertips into my breasts, he dug them, not gently, in their fatty flesh. I didn't mind the addition of pain, as it only seemed to enhance the contrast of the heightened pure pleasure his cock was giving to my pelvis that radiated throughout my body.

I folded my forearms on top of my head. My hands grasping my elbows. My eyes still closed as I bathed in both an out of body image of what my son and I were doing and the exotic funky, sweet, tart aroma that framed our illicit, immoral coupling.

I was abruptly shaken from my trance like bliss as my son twisted and turned, flinging me onto my back. His cock stayed embedded inside my wet, fleshy cunt. Alex spun me around all-in-one quick forceful motion. Confirming his dominance of me. My ass positioned on the edge of the bed. My son was standing. His hands had moved swiftly to my ankles, holding my legs open spread like a "V". My hands still clasped on to my elbows above my head.

Alex glared down at me. An angry, lust filled, fierce expression radiated on his face. I lay completely exposed to my son.

His face, arms and hairless chest glistened in the dull light. Suddenly he jabbed the thick girth and length of his cock into me smashing against the wall of my cervix. A wave of pain shot up from my abdomen. I gasped out loud. He moved his hips back and then thrust into me again, causing the same stabbing reaction. This seemed to empower him. He began to fuck me with a veracity I had never felt. My pussy was on fire. The spanking sound of our pelvic skins mixed with the squishy sound of his dick pounding into my soaked vagina filled the room.

This was not tender love making. My son was fucking me.

I unclasped my hands from over my head and grabbed hold of the mattress edge on either side of my son's hips. I held on tight so my cunt could absorb each blow my boy was pile driving into me.

My son hands moved down behind my knees. He spread my thighs apart to their limits. He continued his assault. My feet now waving, flapping involuntarily in the air with each rhythmic thrust.

His back arched. His head faced upward. Alex shoved the spongy blood-filled circumcised helmet against the back wall of my vagina. My son let out a low toned, deep throated growl as a hot, gooey wave of his seed splashed into my already wet pussy saturating it, filling it beyond it capacity. Globs of his cum and my juices flowed out of me.

Now, my entire body stiffened. My feet arched, my toes curled. My breath held, then my own guttural sound filled the room as my being shivered in the most intense, painfilled orgasm, eclipsing the ones I had felt with my son earlier. Tears flowed down my cheeks, in both pain and pleasure. My cunt walls tightened around Alex's cock, feeling each of it's pulsating gush of fresh, silky semen coating my pussy's insides.

His pumping dick eased. My son let go of my knees. My legs fell to either side of his now still hips. He leaned forward. His sweaty chest pressed into the cleavage between my flattened-out tits. His hands went to either side of my face. His fingers tangled into my damp hair. Alex gently held my head in place and softly kissed me. His tongue slithering past my lips into my mouth as it lovingly washed over my teeth and gums and then our tongues swirled against each other. A kiss forbidden to be shared between a mother and son, but a kiss that is meant to be shared beyond any artificial taboo of social inhibitions. A kiss of love between a mother and son that has crossed imaginary barriers.

We lay mated together, softly kissing. My hands, fingers, slipping over his sweat covered back. The smell of and our bodies and sex intertwined.

As my son's cock slowly deflated, relaxed and slipped from my pussy, I felt a rush if cool air sweep over my genitals and a glop of my son's deposit and my own juices leaked out me. Both our bodies shivered together at the disconnect.

He took his weight off me and turned onto his back. I moved to my side, pressing my slick, moist skin against him. Putting a heavy thigh over his. My hand smoothed over his chest, my fingers circling his taut nipples. I kissed his side, tasting his salty muskiness.

That is how we fell asleep. That is how his father, my husband, found us in the morning.