An Accident Turned Into Incest

AN ACCIDENT TURNED INTO INCEST

My son was in a bad wreck when riding on his motorcycle. He was hit by a car who ran a red light in an intersection. My son was thrown from his bike and broke his right arm and dislocated his left shoulder. His ankle was messed up too. He was lucky to be alive.

He spent a few nights in the hospital, then was released. I was able to stay home with him since my husband's life insurance policy was enough to keep Mark and I well taken care of, financially. It had been a few years since my husband's death, and since then it had just been Mark and me. And now he was bedridden for at least a few weeks.

Our insurance would provide for a nurse to come visit every day to deal with Mark's injuries and daily needs. But I would not have a stranger in my house when I was fully capable of tending to Mark, so I did not pursue the home health care nurse option. My motherly instincts were in high gear, and I was determined to nurse Mark back to health myself.

Mark was an athletic kid, so I hoped he would heal well and be able to walk around the house in a few days or maybe a week. But until he could walk and hold himself up, he would need to stay in bed.

Considering his damaged condition, Mark had an incredibly positive outlook on his situation. Even though he was almost helpless, he had a cheerful attitude. It made my job of nursing him better than I expected. But what I forgot to consider when I told the insurance coordinator to cancel the in-home nurse was that Mark could not do his daily bodily functions by himself. I did not consider that I would be the one to help him urinate or poop into a bedpan. Same with needing to bathe him. Having this kind of intimate contact with my son was going to be more of a challenge than I had originally thought.

The first full day that Mark was home from the hospital, I fed him his favorite soup and some homemade bread. I thought it would be easier for me to feed soup to Mark for the first day. This was a chore that I took on with motherly love since both of his arms were currently in casts and immobile. I brought the tray with the big bowl of soup and a hot slice of buttered bread and placed it on the night stand next to Mark's bed. He looked up at me and smiled in appreciation. I spoon fed him.

"Oh wow, Mom, this soup is delicious. And your bread is terrific. It all smells and tastes so good! I was starving."

I smiled and said "You need to let me know when you are hungry, thirsty, or whatever. I am here to make sure you get better fast. I will take care of your every need, OK? I don't want any stranger in the house tending to you. I will do it all. Do you understand, Sweetie?

"Yes, Mom. I understand. Um.... this is embarrassing, but I kinda need to pee", Mark added.

"Oh!, oh..... yes... of course.... Well, it had to happen soon, so I guess we deal with it." I was now realizing that this part of Mark's recovery would be a bit awkward.

I found the piss jar that the hospital sent home with us and brought it to Mark's bed. I looked at him and said that I hope my hands were not cold, trying to make a joke out of this situation. I pulled back the top sheet and flipped his hospital gown over to expose his penis.

I looked at it, even in its flaccid condition, and blurted out "Wow", unexpectedly, as I saw the large size of it. I looked up at Mark as my face turned beet red. "Sorry, I did not mean to make a comment. It's just that... well... your penis seems to be quite large."

"It's OK, Mom. I am happy you seem to like it. Better than being too small, right?", he said, grinning.

I tried to regain my composure. "Here we go, Mark. Try to pee into this bottle and not drip too much", I smiled. I held his penis in my hand and stuck the head of it in the urine jug.

Mark did not start peeing. In fact, as I held his shaft, I could feel it growing in my hand. Mark was beginning to get aroused while my fingers were wrapped around it. It began to pulse and throb. I just looked at it, then at Mark. I did not know how to react to him getting an erection from me just holding his penis in my hand.

"Uh, Mark.... what is happening here?" I amusingly asked.

Mark hesitantly said, "Gee, Mom, I have never had a beautiful woman like you touch my dick before. It just has a mind of its own, I guess. Maybe I should try and pee a little bit later."

I was almost relieved by Mark's statement. When he said I was a beautiful woman, my heart fluttered. I had not had anyone say anything like that to me since before my husband passed away. My face was flushed. Then it dawned on me that I still had my fist wrapped around Mark's semi-hard penis. It was still throbbing and still growing. It was unbelievable. His father was not endowed like that. I wonder how it happened; I asked myself silently.

"OK, Mark. We will try again in a bit, after you have had time to calm down." I reluctantly released his cock and folded his gown over his crotch. I lovingly patted it and went back into the kitchen. "But don't go too long before we try again, or you will be in pain, Sweetie".

I stood in the kitchen, staring into space, thinking of my son's beautiful cock that I had been holding in my hand. That was the first hard-on that I had touched since my husband's death. It felt so good in my hand. Memories of me dating in college and sucking boys off suddenly flooded my brain. When I was on a date and discovered the size of the boy's dick, it was like a surprise party. I never knew what to expect and the unknown, being revealed, was quite a treat. I sucked every dick that I ever touched because that was what I loved to do.

I stood in the kitchen, but my brain had traveled back in time to college and being in my date's car. I'd be bent over his crotch, sucking away on his hard prick. I took my time and savored every moment of having a penis in my mouth, as I lavished it with attention. I would use my tongue to lick every inch of it and then stuff in into my mouth. I recalled, as I stood there in front of my sink, the assorted flavors and textures of the cum that I extracted from all those college boy cocks. I loved being rewarded with a mouthful of cum and I also loved pleasing my dates. What great memories.

I suddenly realized that Mark was calling for me again. I shook my head and got back into the present moment. I could feel how wet my pussy became as I recalled those memories. I answered Mark and said I was on my way.

Mark apologized and said he thought he could try again. I looked at him and just smiled. "Well, at least you are a healthy boy and can get a good erection. Some men can't."

I repeated my actions from earlier, except this time I knew what to expect. I looked forward to seeing Mark's prick again. I wanted to hold it, squeeze it, and stroke it. But that was totally out of the question. He was my son, for heaven's sake. I could not lust after his prick. And he needed to piss. Can't piss with a hard-on. I tried to behave myself.

I folded back his hospital gown and reached for his member. It still seemed about half hard. "I thought you said you had calmed down?" I looked at Mark with an amused but stern expression.

"I think it is as calmed down as it is gonna get, knowing that you are going to be holding it", Mark confessed.

"Well, we better try to work quickly, then", I said. I grabbed his shaft and once again aimed the head at the opening of the pee bottle. A tiny bit of pee squirted out eventually, but his prick became very hard almost as soon as I grabbed it. As soon as it got fairly stiff, no more pee would come out.

"Oh dear. We have a problem, Mark. I didn't consider this to be an issue when I refused to have nursing care. If you can't keep from being aroused by my hand, then how are you ever going to relieve yourself? That is not good for your bladder".

His penis was now fully erect, and my fist could not quite reach around it. The head was purple, and the skin was tight. His prick throbbed in time with Mark's heartbeat. I could not help it, and I gave it a light squeeze.

"Oh gawd, Mom, that felt great!" Mark gasped. He looked at me with a pleading look, hoping I would do it again, or even more. I guess he was beginning to feel desperate about needing to pee. Or maybe he was desperate to have an orgasm?

"I need, uh, some relief, Mom, before I can pee", he admitted.

"What?" I turned and looked in his face, to make sure I heard him right. "You want me to give you an orgasm? Is that what you mean by relief?"

"Um, well... yea. Can you do that for me?", he quietly pleaded. "I really need to pee, you know".

I was taken by surprise at his request. It is one thing for me to think about doing it, it is entirely another matter for Mark to request that I suck him off. But it was my decision about not using a nurse, so I guess it was up to me to make sure Mark was taken care of.

After a moment, I looked at Mark and calmly stated. "Mark, I will help you with your... situation, but no one must know about this. Do you understand?"

"Of course, Mom. It will be our secret". Mark grinned as he said it.

I stared at his beautiful prick, swollen and hot in my hand, and did what a good mother does. I calmly bent over his bed and slipped Mark's penis into my willing mouth. I instantly had a flood of memories about sucking cock. The taste of his skin, the warmth of his manly flesh, and the situation of me pleasing a man with my mouth, all came rushing back into my mind. I lavished intense tongue work on his shaft. I wrapped my lips around the ripe and swollen head of Mark's prick. I forced it to the deepest part of my throat.

I wanted this to be the best blowjob that Mark ever had. It never occurred to me, until later, that maybe he had never had a blow job before. I pulled it from my slobbering mouth and rubbed the skin of his prick on my face, as if to mark the territory for my son. He was now the only man who would get the pleasures of my mouth.

As I sucked and stroked Mark's slimy cock, I used my other hand to fondle his scrotum. I always loved to play with a man's balls as I sucked him, so I instantly fell back into rhythm with the technique that had given so many men pleasure. I was not going to deny my son this pleasure if it would help him, now, would I?

Mark was now squirming uncontrollably in his bed as I worked on his crotch. His arms were both incapacitated by his accident, and he could not move them freely, but they were floundering about. I was almost afraid he would re-injure himself from thrashing around, but I was on a mission and could not be distracted from the goal of getting a mouthful of my son's cum. His hips were thrusting up, in a vain attempt to fuck my face as I continued my onslaught to achieve his orgasm.

My cooch was dripping with its own frothy juices as I serviced Mark's prick. I was desperate to touch myself but dared not to. It would have been unacceptable to use my son's injuries to pursue my own pleasures, I thought to myself.

Mark began to mumble incoherently in a panic fashion. I was so focused on pleasuring him that I was not paying attention to what he was trying to say. Then I realized he was trying to communicate that he was about to cum. I never lifted my mouth off his shaft, I just mumbled "Yes! Cum for me" as best I could, considering I had a mouthful of dick.

Mark began spasming as he thrust his prick deeper into my open mouth. I tightened my lips around his shaft to catch every drop of his precious sperm. I wanted to swallow it all. His first blast of cum hit the back of my throat, almost causing me to choke. I was out of practice in the art of accepting a load of cum, I guess. Another blast erupted from his prick, and this time I was better prepared. I began swallowing feverishly to keep up with the flood of sperm that was being produced by his body. I had never had this happen before, but I had a jet of cum forced out of my nose, and it dripped down the sides of my mouth. My gawd, did this boy pump out the cum! I had never had so much cum fill my mouth before.

His spasms finally began to ebb. He was groaning and panting, as if he'd just run a mile. His face was beet red and his smile was from ear to ear. I took one last swallow and tightly dragged my lips up along the sides of his shaft to pull off any remaining spunk. I had worked hard for that cum and did not want to leave a drop behind.

I looked at Mark with a satisfied smile on my face. I cleared my throat and asked him, "How do you feel now, baby?"

"Oh gawd, Mom! That was incredible! I have never felt such pleasure before! I can't tell you how good it was!"

I relaxed a bit, savoring the memories I had just created. I was very aroused, however and needed my own release. I was hot with passion and not thinking clearly.

"Mark, Sweetie, um... I was wondering if you could return the favor to me?" I looked at him in a pleading way. "I am very turned on, and I know it is not proper, but I need my own orgasm."

"I will do ANYTHING for you, Mom. But how? I can't move my arms."

"I have an idea, Sweetie. You don't need to move anything but your tongue."

I quickly stripped off my clothes. Mark watched in fascination as his mother quickly got nude right in front of him. My bare breasts were jiggling as I moved around the bed. My nipples were rock hard and extended from my areolas like pencil erasures. "Let me prop your head up with another pillow". Then I crawled up on his bed with my steamy, wet cunt right in front of his face. "Eat me out, Mark! Oh please! Fuck me with your face and tongue!"

I then grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forcefully against my dripping snatch. I rubbed my cunt against my son's face and rode him like a maniac. I could feel his tongue flick against my swollen clit as I assaulted his face. "Stick your tongue in me, Mark! Fuck me with it!" I needed him to get me off in the worst way, and after several minutes of fucking his face I could feel my climax building. "Almost.... almost..... yes, I am cumming! And I blasted his face with my squirt as I frantically hunched my crotch against my son's mouth. I had squirt after squirt, soaking him with my cunt juices. I finally finished. My grip on the headboard of the bed had caused my knuckles to go white. I was almost afraid I had broken the bed as I thrashed against him. I collapsed on to his chest, trying desperately to catch my breath.

"Oh, Mark, that was sooo good! I really needed that", I said, feeling very guilty at what I had done. "Thank you!"

I crawled off the bed and looked at my son. He was soaked with my juices. And he had a giant smile that told me he had enjoyed it almost as much as I did.

When we both had calmed down, I noticed his prick was now a bit deflated. "Ready to try to pee, now Sweetie? I found the bottle and this time he filled it up.

"I guess we know how to get you to piss in a bottle, now don't we, Sweetie", I said, almost apologetically. "Now let me get a warm towel for you. I need to clean you up".

PART 2

Mark was ready to take a nap after he finally was able to piss. I guess the blow job and me riding his face were also contributing factors to him sleeping like a baby. I tucked him in and kissed his cheek lightly and told him I loved him. And to call for me if he needed anything at all.

I closed his bedroom door and made my way to my own bedroom. I felt deliciously decadent after boldly riding Mark's face to get myself off. It was an impromptu action that I know I should not have done. But I was so turned on that I just had to get my own release. And Mark apparently loved being able to please me as well. What I did with Mark was naughty and completely inappropriate, I knew, but damn, it was so nice. I loved having his prick in my mouth and tasting his cum. And I loved having my cooch licked by Mark. Wow. It was all just too much decadent newness for me to absorb. I stripped down and took a quick shower, then headed to bed for a nap too. I needed to be fresh and energetic, I am now aware, to meet the needs of my patient.

After my nap, I slipped on a short robe and checked on Mark. He was still sleeping peacefully. I hope he can get enough rest to help heal faster. I love being able to nurture him, but I did not have any idea that my nurturing would become so intimate. I fixed a meal that would be easy to feed Mark and tidied up the house while I was not needed by my patient.

Later that evening, after I had fed Mark dinner, he told me he needed to pee again. I grabbed the urine bottle and pulled back Mark's hospital gown. And, sure enough, as soon as I touched his penis it began to harden. I held it lovingly as it grew in size and stiffness in my hand. It felt wonderful to me. I just looked at him as his face, beaming a broad grin, knowing what was going to happen.

"OK, Mark. I guess we know where this is going, right?" I smiled at him and bent over his cock. I slipped it into my mouth and delicately played with it with my tongue. I circled the head, paying more attention to the area on the underside of the head of his penis. I have read that this is the most sensitive area of a man's cock. I never asked any of the boys I sucked off about that, however. I should ask Mark, later. Right now, I had a cock to suck.

The short robe I was wearing was loosely tied with a sash around my waist. As I bent over to service Mark, the robe sagged open, and my bare breasts dangled freely under the garment. I had not bothered to get dressed and loved that I could be so carefree now with my clothing in front of Mark. He and I had quickly gone from having a Mother/son relationship to our new Mother/son/lover relationship. I never anticipated this but loved it.

I paused to pull my mouth off his cock and used one hand to rub the tight skin of his manhood on my face, like I did earlier. It felt so nice having my own personal massage tool to use on my skin. I am sure I would pay a lot for a good facial at a spa. And now I can get one whenever Mark needs to piss. How nice!

I stroked his shaft slowly and gripped it tighter on the upstroke than I did on the downstroke as if I was trying to coax out his jizz. Soon I was rewarded for my effort as Mark indicated by his incoherent gasps that he was almost ready to climax. I positioned my mouth just over the head of his dick, ready to catch the first rope of his spunk. I did not have to wait but a moment and Mark blasted his load out of the tip. Spurt after spurt exploded from his young cock and I captured every delicious drop of it. I sucked the remnants of his climax as he gasped and groaned with pleasure. I did not take my mouth off his shaft; I just leaned my head to see the look of complete satisfaction on his face. I love taking care of my boy. After he recovered from his release, he filled the pee bottle again.

The next day was uneventful until midafternoon. Mark had gotten his pee break, meaning that he got his blowjob ahead of his piss in the bottle around lunchtime. He had settled into that routine very easily, and so did I. I loved the excuse for sucking him off so he could pee. What a nice way to bond with my son. Later in the afternoon, Mark let me know that he was cramping up in his guts. He thought he needed to crap, but something did not feel right.

This was going to be interesting. I was not sure how it would be for me, to deal with his poop, but this had been my choice. I told Mark that he needed some kind of stimulation so he could poop. I spread out a large towel under Mark's butt to keep the sheet clean. I had the bed pan ready on the side of the bed for when he was ready to use it. Then I explained that since Mark was immobile, his bowels were not getting any movement. This could cause the digested food in his bowels to get backed up. I had a solution from my pregnancy days that might help Mark.

I still just wore that short robe, since there was no reason for me to get dressed. I had nothing on underneath it. I asked Mark if he was ready for me to stimulate him, and he said yes. I asked him to spread his legs. Then I smeared a glob of body lube on his anus and on my middle finger. I told him I was going to push my finger inside his asshole and work it around to stimulate the area. He said OK.

I eased my middle finger into his tight asshole. I pushed it in about halfway and let it stay there for a moment, letting his anal muscles relax. Then I pushed it in the rest of the way, then swirled it around to get full stimulation going. I knew that one part of Mark's anatomy was being stimulated because his prick got hard almost instantly after I inserted my finger. Here I was with my face hovering over his lower abdomen trying to dislodge some stuck poop and his hardon was practically trying to put my eye out. I guess since Mark could watch my boobs wiggle from the opening in my robe, I should have expected his erection to return, but I was concentrating on the issue of immediate concern. I had one finger lodged up his ass, and one hand ready to grab the bed pan if we needed it quickly, I could not push his erection away from my face. So, I did the next best thing. I lowered my mouth on to it and began to suck it.

I began bobbing up and down on his prick and jammed two fingers into his asshole. I could feel the end of a turd, and it felt solid and firmly in place. I added a third finger, all the while still sucking his yummy cock. I am sure there would be a lot of questions that could be asked about my behavior at that moment, but I was doing what was best for my child.

When no movement of any turd was detected by my fingertips, I added a fourth finger up his ass. My mouth was latched heroically on to his pecker. Mark was about to go insane from the oral and digital stimulation and was bucking like crazy. I kept jamming my fingers into his ass when I detected that he was about to climax. I kept up my sucking and soon he screamed and began ejaculating into my mouth. Immediately I pulled my hand from his ass as his orgasm caused a large turd to be expelled. His bowels were now unblocked, and I would guess he was ready to pee again. I grabbed the piss jug, and he used it, as usual. I cleaned up Mark's bottom and his cock and let him get some sleep. I kissed him goodnight and said I would see him in the morning.

I went to my part of the house and decided to take a long, hot bath. I laid in the steamy water, thinking about how this terrible motorcycle accident had completely changed my relationship with Mark. I was no longer just his mother. I was also his nurse and sexual partner. The transformation was amazing. Mark and I both seemed to have instantly adjusted to me giving him his 'release', so he could pee or shit. And I loved being able to do it for him.

As I lay in the tub, my fingers began tracing the tender flesh of my labias. My pussy lips were flared out and stimulated from all the times I had sucked Mark's cock. I had only had the one 'release' myself and needed more. I left the tub and spread a towel out on my bed. I got my body lube out and one of my favorite sex toys. It was a penis shaped plastic rod, which was about the same size as Mark's fully hard dick, by coincidence.

I laid back in bed and spread the body lube on my cunt and asshole. I thought of Mark's prick and began rubbing the fake penis all along my cunt lips. My clit was getting firm and swollen and I used one finger to rub it as I slowly worked that plastic toy into my cunt. Soon I had it buried deep inside me, and it felt incredible to have my pussy filled. It had been so long since I had done this.

After having used my hand to help Mark out, I decided to help myself out by using this toy on my other hole. I pulled it out of my cunt and spread more lube on it and on my anus. Then I slowly eased it into my very tight butthole. It was not going in easily, so I took my time and let my butt muscles adjust to the size of this thing. I needed to be filled up and was determined to get that toy in my ass. I kept working it in, inch by inch, until I could not push it in any further. I flipped over on to my knees and squatted down on the mattress, forcing that huge dildo deeper into my ass. God, it felt so good. I loved being so full. I wished it were the real thing.

I then used one hand to squeeze my breast and nipple while the other hand rapidly stroked my swollen clit. I was furiously stretching out that nipple, almost to the point of pain, until I was on the verge of a climax. I fell on my back on the mattress as my orgasm hit full force. The dildo in my ass was pushed out by my orgasm and I muffled a scream as the sensations overtook me. I quickly reached down, and my fingers found the ejected toy laying behind me on the towel. I brought it to my face and sniffed it. It smelled faintly of fresh shit. I stuck the head of the toy in my mouth and sucked off anything that was stuck to the head. Then I pulled it out of my mouth and smeared some of the smelly juices on my face. I licked off all the remnants of butt juices that coated the shaft. I did not know why, but I was changing into a really dirty, nasty slut. I fell asleep with the fake dick nestled between my breasts.

Mark seemed to be healing well. Our 'system' of his sexual releases which allowed him to be able to piss and shit when he needed was working well, for him. My problem was that every time I sucked his dick I became more turned on and needed my own release. But I was afraid to take my physical needs to the next level with him. I wanted to have his dick in me in the worst way, and every time I sucked him off I wanted to crawl up on top of him and fuck myself silly on his lovely cock. The plastic dildo just wasn't enough for me.

The hospital called a few days into his home recovery and asked how the patient was. I gave them a full report of his condition and the nurse was very ocomplimentary of my ability to care for him. If she had only known my methods, she would have been shocked, I suppose, but I was doing what was necessary to get him back on his feet.

We had a wheelchair that the hospital sent home with us. Now that he was a bit stronger, I decided to get him in it and wheel him carefully into my shower. I knew the wheelchair would not fit so I placed a small gardening bench in the shower for him to sit on. I wrapped his ankle cast in plastic and used the shower wand to wet him down. I washed his face and chest with a hand cloth. Then I used the shower wand to wet him down the rest of the way. I got a good lather going on his tight stomach muscles and then moved down to his crotch. Mark loved it when I used my lathered-up hands to wash his genitals and butt. He got a huge erection, of course, and I finished up by giving him a nice long soapy hand job. He decided that from then on, he needed a bath every day.

That night, after I had fed him and cleaned his face, I did my usual preparation for him to piss in the jug. I decided to be naked this time and he instantly became aroused, even before I touched him. I told Mark that soon he'd be able to sit on the toilet and do his business by himself, and this might be the last time we do the 'prep work' to allow him to piss in the jug. He looked disappointed.

I pulled the covers away from his body and began sucking his wonderful, stiff cock. I murmured to him how much I loved sucking him off. He told me between gasps how much he loved it too. He said he loved the attention I was giving him. I got him all slicked up with my saliva and then paused. I knew I shouldn't do it, but I crawled on the bed with him. Mark watched me in anticipation of what was happening. I swung my leg over his crotch and sat on his thighs. My cunt was in contact with his shaft and my juices were slowly oozing out. I took his shaft and rubbed it side to side against my slit. My clit was on fire with desire and the contact with the hot flesh of his penis was driving me wild.

I hesitated only for a moment, then raised up and leaned forward. The head of his dick was touching my cunt, and I moved my pelvis forward to rub it into me more. I looked straight into Mark's eyes as I did this. He was anxious to know if I was really going to do it. I squatted down and imbedded my son's hard dick inside my wet snatch. When I eased my body down on his, he gasped louder than I had ever heard him before. He could feel my wet juices bathe his cock with warmth. I paused to let all the sensations of our forbidden connection register with both of our brains. I looked at him and smiled lovingly.

"I hope this is OK, Mark" I said quietly.

"Are you kidding, Mom? This is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I love you!"

I put my hands carefully on his chest and rocked back and forth on his cock. I could feel it lodged against my cervix. His pubic hair tickled my swollen clit. I was fucking my son, and it felt incredible. I pulled up, nearly dislodging his prick from my cunt, then relaxed and slid back down on his pole. I did that over and over and did not tire from the incredible sensations of being filled with my son's thelarge prick. He hunched back at me, trying to add to our pleasure but I told him to relax and enjoy it. I worked him in and out of me, then began playing with my clit to finish my indulgence.

Mark's face blushed with a reddish hue, and he blurted out "Mom, I'm gonna cum!" I continued stroking him in and out of me until he gasped loudly "Oh gawd.... yes... oh gawd!."

I felt his sperm blast out and bathe the insides of my vagina with his potent essence. As he filled me with sperm, I had an earth-shattering climax. My pussy was a tingling mess of sensations and relief. My nipples were on fire. I was dizzy from the overpowering sensations as my cunt quivered around his shaft. I collapsed weakly but held on to the headboard so as not to put pressure on Mark's chest. His cock was still imbedded in me.

I lay on top of Mark and could feel his heartbeat as it finally began to slow. I leaned forward further and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. Not the kiss from a mother, but one from a satisfied lover. He looked at me with love in his eyes. I could see his relief that came after days of us being sexual but not being fully intimate. I knew he loved my blowjobs, but he also desperately wanted to be inside me. I had been desperate for this too, and the pleasure and relief was intense. I lay on top of him, not speaking, until we drifted off to sleep, still connected as one.

Then I remembered I had not been on birth control for two years.

PART 3

I was about half asleep, on top of Mark after we fucked. His penis was semi-hard and still buried in my snatch. I had leaked his cum and my juices all over him as I lay there in complete and utter contentment. Then it dawned on me.... I had not used any birth control for more than two years. After my husband passed away, I never resumed dating, so I had no need to be taking birth control. But right now, I had my son's potent sperm in my vagina, and it had been in me for quite a while before I woke up and realized my dilemma. I needed a morning after pill, but I didn't know where to get it, or if I needed a prescription. I was ignorant of that kind of stuff, but now I suddenly needed it.

I had to get back on birth control too. I did not think that after Mark was all healed up that we were suddenly going to put the Genie back in the bottle and stop fucking. I know I wanted to keep doing it. It was just too nice to have this shared intimacy with my son. I suppose I will burn in hell for it, but I love my son and love his cock. Since I could do nothing at the moment about having a cunt full of young healthy sperm swimming around in me, I just went back to sleep, with Mark's penis still in me, and slept until daylight.

The next morning, I got untangled from Mark and showered. I even put on clothes afterwards since I had to go to a pharmacy. It was the first day for me to get dressed in several. I loved being naked around Mark with just my short robe covering me. I've grown accustomed to being accessible to him. I was able to get a Plan B dose, but I was embarrassed to ask for it. Now I know why so many young ladies get pregnant even with this morning after pill being available.

I also got a prescription for birth control, but it does not immediately become effective, so I had to make alternative arrangements for fucking Mark. I love anal sex, so the pregnancy threat would be a good excuse, as if I needed one, to have anal sex with Mark until the birth control became protective. I did not mention any of this to Mark. I figured he had enough to be concerned about without me adding any guilt to him.

Mark and I resumed our schedule of him getting his mid-day blow jobs so he could piss in the jug, and again in the evening for the same reason. At least that is what I kept telling myself. The truth was that I looked forward to sucking him off and would continue doing it for as long as we both want it. I love having his erection in my mouth. His taste and the texture of his rigid penis was heaven to me. And getting a mouthful of his cum was my reward.

Mark reminded me that afternoon about him needing a shower. So, we wheeled him into my shower stall and got him prepared. I was naked, of course, so I wouldn't get my clothes wet. My nipples were rock hard as I took off my short robe in front of my son. I felt very decadent to be totally naked like this. I was very excited to give him another shower bath and my body tingled all over. I wrapped his ankle cast in plastic and wet him down with the shower wand. Mark made all kinds of nice compliments to me about my "beautiful" body, which I really appreciated. He was using very descriptive language about my figure as I lathered him up. When I got his balls all soaped up he was in heaven. I had him raise off the bench just enough for me to soap up his butt hole and get it all nice and clean. I had plans for that area later, hee-hee.

I had his crotch all soapy and began jacking him off. He wanted me to go slowly since it felt so good. I agreed and was in no hurry. I stroked his magnificent erection slowly and deliberately until he came. He made his usually gasping sounds and told me how incredible it felt. My only issue with giving him hand jobs was that his cum was all mingled with soap suds, and I could not eat it. Oh well, there must be some sacrifices on my part to properly tend to my patient's needs.

That evening, after he had been fed, I asked him if everything was OK with our situation. I did not want to push him further into more intimate acts if he was having second thoughts about it. He told me he loved me and anything I wanted us to do together was great with him. It still amazes me that a young man his age can recover so quickly and want more sex each day, considering all the climaxes that he was getting. Gotta love that youthful energy.

Mark was fed dinner, and we relaxed together. I got naked and curled up with him in bed. I draped one leg over his crotch and played with the few chest hairs that he had. I told him how much I enjoyed our intimacy and that it meant the world to me that we could do this. Some people would be aghast at my behavior, but I did not care. Bonding with Mark was very important to me.

My fingers casually traveled from his chest to his crotch, and I delicately began playing with his cock. I love to feel it transform from soft to hard while in my hand. It is quite a turn on for me to get him excited. I repositioned myself and began sucking him off. I put two of my fingers in my mouth to get them wet and slipped one into his asshole while I sucked him. He squealed a bit and wiggled around as I teased him. I added the second finger, and he squirmed even more. I then got more aggressive and began to slide both fingers deep into his ass while I sucked him off.

My next trick was going to be a bit more difficult. I wanted to rim his asshole, but with his ankle in a cast, he was not able to raise himself up enough for me to get my head down between his butt cheeks. So, with his shoulders flat on the mattress, he twisted his waist around and lifted a hip to give me greater access to his tight young butthole. I wanted to ream him out with my tongue and stroke him off at the same time. I saw once in a porn movie that referred to this specific activity as "the trombone", which makes sense. I did not care what it was called, I just knew it would drive Mark wild. It did.

"Mom, oh gawd, Mom, that feels so fucking good!" Mark told me. I used both hands to pry his butt cheeks apart further so I could really bury my tongue in him. I loved being his nasty, uninhibited lover. I hope that Mark will remember the feeling of my tongue rimming his ass forever.

I went back to sucking Mark's cock and put my fingers back in his ass. I swirled my tongue around the head of his prick while jamming my fingers deep inside his butt. He indicated he was about to blow his load, so I made sure my mouth was positioned to catch it. I was not about to waste his precious sperm. He soon filled my mouth with his jizz. I swallowed most of it, but this time, I let a bit leak from my mouth, and drip down my chin. Then I spit some into my palm and spread it all over my face. I smeared his essence on my skin like lotion and kept it there all day. It was my sexual warpaint. It seemed my level of decadence was increasing each time we had sex.

Mark wanted to make me cum, and he suggested I bring my pussy up to his face so he could pleasure me, like he did our first night. I excitedly did so. I grabbed the bed's headboard and spread my thighs around his face. He knew exactly what to do this time and began lapping at my wet cunt. I used one hand on the back of his head to guide his face to the exact spots where I needed his tongue to lick me. My son buried his tongue in my slit like he'd been eating my pussy all his life. It felt incredible. While my cunt opening was being licked, the bridge of his nose was rubbing my clit. I hunched his face to get the full effect of him eating me out. I pulled up a bit and asked him to lick my asshole. He was all on board with that and it was delightful. I did not have an orgasm, but the sensations were awesome.

I swung my body around so I could suck his cock some more. Even though he'd climaxed just a while ago, I knew he could get it up again with a little oral attention. I needed it stiff and hard for what I had planned. I grabbed my tube of body lube and swabbed it all over my asshole to prepare for the onslaught. I looked Mark in the face and almost growled at him as I said, "I want you in my ass!"

I aimed his prick at my anus then squatted over his erect penis. I wiggled it until I located my opening with the head of his dick. When it was positioned correctly, I lowered my ass down until I could feel his cock right at the opening. I looked at Mark, making sure he was OK with whatever was going to happen. He was. I could tell from the determined look on his face that he was up for whatever I had in mind.

I lowered my hips until the head of his dick was just beginning to nudge the opening of my asshole. I wiggled his tool and pushed down harder until he slipped inside my opening. It felt huge against my tightly closed anus. I waited a moment, then relaxed further. I watched Mark's face as his cock entered me. It felt like his shaft was splitting me apart. He filled the opening of my ass like it had not been filled before. I pulled up, then lowered myself back down, still working his large prick further inside my rectum.

After giving my muscles more time to relax, I forced his cock deeper inside me. Finally, my ass muscles relaxed enough so I could let him slide inside with no real discomfort. He soon was bottomed out inside my bowels. I tried to stroke up, but I could not lift off him. I was stuck on his prick like an insect in a bug collection tray. My anus was screaming for relief, then it relaxed enough to accommodate his size. I finally was able to pull up and go back down with more ease of movement.

I looked into Mark's eyes as he winced in pain. My hole was tight for him too. But I knew that in a moment my muscles would relax more and I'd be able to stroke him in and out of me with ease. I squeezed out more lube in my palm and swabbed his prick on one of my upstrokes to coat it with more slick stuff. It helped ease the friction between our two sex organs. It was then easier to raise up and plunge back down on his hardness. I loved the feeling of being so completely filled.

My thigh muscles were getting a tough workout since the position I was in was not one I was used to. But the pleasures I was receiving kept me from quitting. I pounded him in and out of my ass and screamed each time he bottomed out in me. He could only watch as I impaled myself repeatedly on his stiff tool. I pushed him into me as far as it would go, then used my hand to diddle my clit. The other hand I pinched and pulled roughly on one of my nipples. The barrier between pain and pleasure was so close for me that one sensation overlapped the other.

I could feel a climax building as I continued to play with my clit and nipple. Suddenly it hit me. I was washed over with a wave of intense pleasures that I am not sure I had experienced to that degree in my past. All my senses were alive. I looked straight at Mark and blurted out "I am coming". And I gasped loudly as the crushing sensations all hit me at once. I thrashed around, not able to escape the penis I was impaled on, and my brain went numb.

I gushed out a huge quantity of squirt, spraying Mark's chest with my cum. I continued my spasms and had multiple sprays of squirt while my asshole quivered with pleasure. I felt light-headed and collapsed on his chest, like I did the night before, still impaled on his glorious shaft. Mark suddenly followed me with his own orgasm, and I could feel jets of his sperm shoot up inside my bowels. I had another after shock orgasm triggered by his blasts of cum. It felt indescribably wonderful.

I laid on Mark's chest, breathing hard, and waited for my body to recover from my massive orgasm.

The skin around my butthole was tender so I pulled Mark's softening cock out of my ass to give that area some relief. It never ceases to amaze me how a sensation that feels so good one moment can feel terrible just a few moments later. I caught my breath, then rotated around and latched on to Mark's penis with my mouth. I used my lips and tongue to clean every inch of his lovely tool. It was slimy with my butt juices and sperm. It was a lovely concoction of flavors. Then I finished off the process by rubbing any remaining juices from his shaft against my face.

Tonight's carnal carnival was only the fourth day of Mark's home recovery, I think. I was beginning to lose track of time due to all the sex. I was afraid I would exhaust myself if I tried to keep this frenetic pace of sex acts going thru to next week. I was no longer a teenager and did not have the stamina to keep up with Mark.

"Keeping up with Mark" was what my mind was telling me I was doing, but in reality, I was the one pushing the envelope with my son. He probably would have been fully contented with daily blowjobs and a shower. I think I was using my son's youthful energy and his fabulous cock to live out all the sexual fantasies that I never acted on during my married life. My sexual interests have suddenly expanded way past vanilla sex, and I had Mark's terrible accident to thank for it. My sexual re-awakening has been an exciting change for me. I cannot imagine what else is ahead for Mark and me after he is fully recovered. My pussy is getting wet just thinking about it.

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