They spent the next few minutes hugging, their naked bodies pressed together, his cock mashing against her upper thigh. The skin-to-skin contact felt amazing. She kissed her son's head and stroked his back with the tips of her fingers, sending frissons of sexual excitement sizzling through his immature body.
Slowly, she slid her hands down his back, past the waistband of his boxer briefs and cupped his bare buttocks in her hands and squeezed hard. Her hands kneaded the cheeks for a moment before pulling them apart and teasing his anus with the tip of her forefinger.
He nestled his face in her neck and groaned with delight. His mind whirled with pleasure as his mother's intimacy stormed his senses. Her touch, her nakedness was all consuming. His body tingled with blissful sensations. His hips rocked gently from side to side, rubbing his erection against her naked thigh. He was leaking from his member. The inside of his boxer shorts felt damp and gooey.
Angie worked her son's underpants down his legs until they fell at his feet, leaving him naked. She pushed him back, making him sit upright at the edge of the bed. His face was inches away from her pussy, her pubic hair tickling his nose. She tapped his hands with her fingers, indicating for him to play with her most private area. He didn't need telling twice. He lifted both hands and touched the thatch of hair between her legs. He sniffed her, inhaling the subtle musk of her sex, before drawing a forefinger over her slit. It was dry and tight, but that did not deter Connor. He played with her pussy to his heart's content – tugging the labia, teasing her entrance, running his fingers through the thatch of pubic hair and stroking her clit with his thumb. All the while captivated, awe-struck by his mother's womanhood. As he slipped a finger into her pussy, Angie forced his face against her pubic mound, mashing his right cheek against her pubes. She stroked his head, the back of his neck, feeling his finger find the deep depths of her body.
"I want to come," he breathed as he withdrew his finger from his mother's snatch.
Lying on her back on the bed, Angie helped Connor mount her chest. He straddled her upper torso, his legs either side of her chest, his balls nestling in the valley between her tits. Staring up at his face, Angie put both hands to work between his legs, fondling his balls with one, fisting his cock and stroking him gently with the other.
Groaning his delight, Connor reached behind him and found her lower lips once more. He dipped a finger in, noticing she was more slippery this time, a little moist. When his body shuddered, Angie squeezed his shaft hard and tugged his balls, the harsh sensation tipping him over the edge. His cock erupted, squirting goo over his mother's neck and chin. She stroked him lovingly through his orgasm, encouraging a large deposit of spunk from his balls, paying no attention to the sticky puddle forming on her body. A strangulated moan came from Connor's throat and he thrust a finger clumsily into his mother's hole, making her yelp with pain.
Once he was spent, Connor dismounted his mother's chest, fell sideways onto the bed. Angie sat up on the bed, watched her son's semen trickling down her body, felt it dangling from her chin, and then padded to the bathroom to clean up. When she returned, her son was tucked up in her bed fast asleep. She slipped between the sheets, naked, and snuggled up to him. A moment later, she too was asleep.
When Connor woke up, sunlight was seeping in through the gaps in the curtains, lighting the room just enough to allow him to study his mother's naked form above the sheets. He gazed at her, awestruck. He adored his mother's body. He loved studying it, touching it, caressing the swells and contours. It was like a work of art, beautiful in every way. She lay on her back, her breasts drooping slightly to the sides. The nipples were soft and a dusky pink. He reached out tentatively and stroked one with his thumb, watching fascinated as it puckered and hardened in response to his touch. He took the stiff nub of her nipple between his lips and drew it into his mouth, suckling at her teat like a baby.
The warmth radiating from her body was inviting, so he cocked a leg and rested it upon her upper thigh, the hair of her pubis tickling his knee. He rested his arm across her stomach and felt himself harden. Within minutes he was fully aroused, his erection pressing against his mother's hip, throbbing. He began to suck furiously at her teat, making slurping and sucking sounds.
Angie stirred, rubbed her eyes then reached beneath the sheets and found Connor's stiff member against her hip. She tweaked the shaft between thumb and forefinger, testing its rigidity. The scrotum was warm and thin, so she moved lower and fondled his balls for a moment, hearing him gasp in response. The head was leaking pre-ejaculate; she could feel it streaking the skin of her hip. She took a hold of him and caressed the head with her thumb, smearing the pre-cum around the sensitive rim and over the urethra. It was less than a minute before Connor groaned and she felt a rope of cum coat her skin.
Connor sighed with satisfaction before jumping out of bed, a big grin spread across his face, and headed for the bathroom for his morning shower.
Angie took a tissue from the box on her bedside table and wiped semen from her hand and body. She sighed, feeling guilty again for how she was indulging her son. But it was her only option. The consequences of leaving him unsatisfied didn't bear thinking about.
Connor's sexual impulses came on slow. They were a gradual process and Angie had learned how to spot the signs and deal with the situation before he acted upon his urges. The first sign would be a sudden fascination with pornography. Both online stories and videos, he would spend all his spare time engrossed in the sexual material. The other telltale sign would be an almost permanent erection. Even though Connor was not so big in that department, the tent at the front of his pants would be obvious and testament to his aroused state and impending sexual behaviour. Next would be his attention toward her. At first she fought it off, berated his attempts to touch her body, scolded him every time he groped her tits or snuck into her bed at night. But of course, her rejections only meant he would go to college and focus his urges on the college girls instead.
This led to Connor's arrest and a police caution. On the second occasion Connor had ended up in court. The judge was lenient, taking into account Connor's autism. Though a six-month suspended sentence, plus a referral to a counsellor, was enough to make his mother spring into action. Connor was eighteen now, officially an adult, and would be tried as one and locked up in an adult prison. Her son could not go to jail. He would not survive. He would be chewed up and spat out like a piece of meat. She dread to think what those sex-staved maniacs in prison would do to her angelic and attractive teenage son. So what was a mother to do? The only thing she could do, of course. Barring locking him in the house and never letting him out, the only feasible option would be to let him have his way with her, let him use her body to gratify his urges. So that's what Angie did.
The decision had not been made lightly. Angie had lain awake at night, trying to think of alternatives, but there were none as far as she could see. After toying with the idea of paying prostitutes to appease her son, she concluded that she could not possibly allow her son to use a sex worker and decided to take on the responsibility herself.
She knew she had to be gentle with him to begin with, play it slow and be subtle with her attempts to relieve him of his sexual urges. At first she began encouraging him to snuggle up with her on the couch. She would wear sexy underwear, rest his head in her bosom and stroke his back, tweak his nipples. His hands would wander and she allowed them to roam. She allowed him to explore her body to his heart's content. At first, he had been tentative, his hands caressing her private parts, a look of avid fascination in his eyes. Then he grew bolder, groping her body harshly, sucking and biting her nipples, sniffing her crotch, nibbling her breasts and mauling her body. Sometimes, when he lost his inhibitions, he was rough with her. But more often than not he was gentle, shy and reserved.
He loved the way her nipples puckered when he stroked them. He found her vagina captivating, spending time studying it, poking, prodding, stroking, fondling. After a few nights of that, she began touching him. It was a massage to begin with, all over, from feet to face, every inch of him, though purposely avoiding his genitals. She wanted to gauge his reaction, see how he responded to her affection before touching him sexually.
