The first time I committed incest with my son Kevin was when he was 18 years old. He was a senior in high school, so he was still living at home. His bastard-of-a-father left me almost ten years earlier for a younger woman, and that shattered whatever was left of my self-esteem. Because of what he did to me, I hadn't been with a man since the day he left, sexually or otherwise. The only man in my life now was my beloved son Kevin. So it may not be so surprising what eventually became of our already close relationship.
The first day it happened I had barged in on him while he was masturbating in his room. I was bringing in some of his clothes into his room that I had just got through washing. He apparently got so horny that he forgot to lock his door when I came barging into the room carrying the clothes basket. He was fucking himself contently with his pants and boxer shorts around his knees and didn't notice me in the room at first. Then he gazed over at me standing in the doorway of his bedroom with this horrified look in his eye.
"Mom!" he yelled at me as he tried to cover himself with his hands.
I didn't think it was such a big deal myself. I mean, I was well aware of what teenaged boys did in the privacy of their own rooms and wasn't shocked at all by him doing this. But he was understandably embarrassed because, hey, what boy wants their mom catching them jacking off? I just turned my head to the side and remarked casually, "Oops, sorry!"
I was about to walk out of his room and let him finish up, but, something inside of me made me turn back around and have a second look. I probably should've just turned around and walked out of my son's room altogether without looking back, but I had to take just one more peek.
And that's when it all started.
I hadn't seen a man's penis since my ex-husband left me and subsequently divorced me for that two-timing tart. So I wasn't prepared at all to see my son's fully-developed penis. I guess he thought I was walking out of his room because he had stopped trying to cover himself when I started to turn around to initially leave his room. Or maybe, just maybe, he wanted me to see his schlong. Whatever the reason, when I turned back around to have my peek, I could clearly see his hard, throbbing dick from where I was standing. And it turned me on! I dropped the clothes basket on the floor and slowly began to stride across the floor to my sexy, well-endowed son. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off my son's cock. The last time I had seen his penis was when he was just a little boy, and then it was barely the size of my pinky finger. But now he was a man . . . in more ways than one!
I sat down on the edge of his bed still staring at his big, beautiful cock. I glanced up at his face and saw that he was looking away from me, his face flushed and his mouth quivering slightly. He obviously couldn't stand to even look at me he was so embarrassed and flustered at having his mother gaze upon him in such a lustful, lascivious way. Or maybe he was excited at having a grown woman, even his own mother, admiring him the way I was doing for probably the first time in his young life. His dick was certainly excited! I gazed back down at his throbbing member and found myself literally drooling the more I kept staring at him. I finally reached out with my hand and gently touched the middle of his prick with the tips of my fingers, my touch causing it to throb that much more. I immediately pulled my hand back as if I had just touched a rattlesnake! I gasped as I put my hand to my chest, still not taking my eyes off my son's cock. I gazed up at him one more time then I did something I'd never thought I'd do to my own son.
My body trembled slightly as I lowered myself down until my face was almost touching his cock. Before I realized what I was even doing, I smelled his cock as if I were sniffing a rose. I moaned at the sweet, innocent smell of his virgin manhood.
"Oh, Kevin," I moaned out to him as I sniffed both his cock and his balls, "your cock smells so good!"
I then heard my son moaning along with me while I was sniffing him up and down. He was clearly turned on by what I was doing to him just like I suspected he was. This, in turn, made me even more turned on . . . and incredibly horny! I scooped up his balls, which were just as impressive as the organ they lay under, with my hand and slowly ran the tip of my first finger up and down his extended shaft. After playing with him like this for the next minute or so, I grabbed his cock in the middle and slowly started to stroke it. This obviously must've felt really good to Kevin because he started to hump my hand. I gripped his prick tighter as he fucked my hand harder.
"Oh, Mommy," he moaned out to me as he kept fucking my hand. "That feels so good!"
My breathing grew heavier the faster he humped my hand. He opened his mouth and started to wail out loudly. I looked down and could see come droplets forming at the tip of his penis. I had been with enough men in my life to know that was a clear sign that a man was about to ejaculate. I reached up with my free hand and pulled his shirt up to his neck because the last thing I wanted was to clean a big come stain out of my son's shirt! It only took a few more seconds for my son to shoot a straight line of come across the middle of his chest, not taking my eyes off his face as he came. He kept humping my hand as he kept shooting his load across his chest. His wails soon turned into soft moans as he started to settle down a bit. I looked back down at his penis and saw that, except for a few clear droplets, he had stopped ejaculating. I removed my hand from around his softening penis and noticed that some of his sperm had splattered onto my hand. I lifted my hand up to my face and did something that I had never even done with his father: I stuck out my tongue and licked every drop of my son's semen from off my hand. It tasted hot and salty . . . and tasted good! I decided I wanted to taste some more of his gooey spunk, so I bent over once again and proceeded to lick his come that had shot onto his chest. Not taking my tongue off his body once as I was licking him off, I gazed into my son's eyes when I reached the tip of the come line. He looked down at me and gave me a rather lustful smile. I gave him my own lusty grin as I finished cleaning him off with my tongue. However, when I bent down to kiss him, he turned his head away from me. I guess it was difficult for him to fully accept what had just happened between him and his own mother. I gave him a light peck on the cheek then I got up off his bed and finally walked out of his room, closing the door behind me.
Kevin didn't come out of his room the rest of the night. When I got up the next morning, he was already in the bathroom getting ready to go to school, which was very unusual for him to do since I had to nearly drag his lazy ass out of bed every morning and almost force him to get ready! I was sitting at the kitchen table having my morning cup of coffee when I saw him walking towards to door in a hurry. He was probably hoping I wouldn't notice him leave. Well, I did.
"Kevin," I called out to him, "come into the kitchen for a minute, would you?"