Dawn And Son Come Together

Call me Dawn or any other common name. My real name is common but my experiences have not been. I have some lines around my eyes that I've earned straightening out the wrinkles in my life. People say I'm pretty; one of my exes said that I had a body that begged to be touched. It's gotten me into trouble before. It's probably more my appetite for living and loving that betrays me.

I read a lot and if you have a problem, I'll listen and probably have some reasonable advice; I just don't seem able to help myself. That's why I was knocking at the door of my only son two years ago when I was up against it. We fought all the time but he was the one I always turned to and he never refused me. Relief flooded through me when he opened the door.

I fell into his arms and sobbed hysterically, "Oh Josh, I killed him, I smashed him...oh God...they're going to put me in prison forever...Josh, what am I going to do?"

"Slow down mom...okay...okay...just tell me...it's going to be all right..." He stroked my back as I sobbed into his neck. At the back of his concern for me, I could feel that the sensations attendant to my body had registered; he started to stiffen against my thigh. These weren't new feelings. I calmed and he said, "Now tell me."

It all came out in one breath. "That animal tried to force me and when I stopped him he kept after me and I ran to the kitchen and he chased me and I grabbed a cutting board and he came at me and I hit him in the head then he fell and was bleeding and I just ran..."

Josh sat me down, stroked my hair until I breathed easily and went to the phone. When he returned he said, "You didn't kill anybody; Kurt answered and I hung up; he sounded fine. I'm going over there."

"No baby please don't...please..."

"Mom it's going to be fine. Just wait here." I was worried but I knew Josh could take care of himself. I had often admired his well-muscled and well-trained body.

When he returned a few hours later he said, "I guess clerking at the law office came in handy. I threw enough legalese at him to cover a mountain with snow. It's over mom." I rushed into his arms and kissed his face all over.

"Thank you baby...thank you...thank you...thank you..."

"I knew that sleaze ball was a piece of crap but you wouldn't have listened to me anyway and what the hell were you doing in his house at two in the morning when you know the guy for only a few weeks?"

"It wasn't supposed to be anything...I didn't think..."

"Right, you didn't think."

"Oh Josh...not tonight ...please." My body slumped; I was emotionally spent. He came over and held me. He got hard and began kissing me. He fondled my breasts for a while and then I moved his hand away. This also was nothing new. My son wanted to sleep with me. The kissing and the touching had progressed over the last year. We had talked it about it time and again. It sounds crazy, a mother rationally discussing the topic of having sex with her son, but you have to understand, we talked about everything. We were friends. He was twenty-two and I was thirty-nine; seventeen years separated us but not much else. Even though he pushed, I pulled, and we fought ...we loved each other.

That night he pressed my buttons more than usual. "Sometimes mom, I think you really don't care what you do to me. Every time I see you, I leave wanting you. You can't imagine what the frustration is like."

"Oh come on Josh...don't you think I know what frustration is...I'm getting near forty... but I still need...sex...it gets so bad on some nights, I want to go to a bar and leave with the first guy who hits on me; but I don't. Oh Josh, I don't because it's wrong for me...because I have to have feelings for the person."

"Don't you have feelings for me? You say you love me...if you did, you'd do something for me. Can't you just give me some relief? It's not like I'm asking you to fuck me." "Josh its crazy talk. You're just all turned on because of what happened tonight. I can't let you start...you won't stop if I do; and damn you...you know I have feelings for you...you know when I kiss you...I...I can't have sex with my own son."

No sooner had I finished the words then his mouth covered mine, his tongue covered mine and after a kiss that sent juice coursing between my legs, my hand covered his cock. It was the first time I had touched him there. He felt large even through the denim. I felt my son's hand baring my breasts and I felt my nipples engorging. I fought the fog in my head. All I could manage was a weak, "Please don't fuck me...Josh...please don't fuck me."

"I won't mom, I won't...just this time...let me come on these beautiful tits" I acquiesced with my silence. He took his cock out as I sat on the couch. He put it between my breasts and rubbed the fleshy globes on the ramrod his dick had become. He had me lean back and he straddled me. The length and width of him surprised me as the electricity I had been trying not to let loose went through my body. When he reached back and palmed my pussy over the thin knit pants I wore, I let him. I loved him.

The first cord of hot cum hit my neck and the second splashed all over my mouth. Almost in delirium my tongue licked my son's juice and brought it into my mouth. I delighted in the taste of him as he returned to push between my tits and covered me with cum. When he was finished, he went down to the floor with his eyes closed for what seemed an eternity; I think he was afraid to look at what he'd done to me. We remained in silence until he heard my voice, probably filled with hot insistence say, "All right you bastard...you've got me crazy too. Now bring your big cock over here and finish what you started."

I took my pants and panties down with one push. The hair on the pussy my son had never seen was matted with perspiration, and my juices. His mouth found mine and smothered the litany of "I love you". He approached my opened legs with his hardened mast and I thought I would come just anticipating my son's penetration. He stuffed my pussy full of cock and I responded with noises and thrashings that must have surprised him. He said he'd never seen a woman so beautiful. He loved me.

The exquisite fit in my pussy intensified the consolation of having waited so long for what I wanted as much as my son did. He delivered excruciatingly slow and complete insertions of his full length into me; I reacted in contrast. The less he gave me, the more I bucked and tried to pull him into me, the more my hips gyrated, the more I wanted. Finally I pleaded, "Do it Josh...do it...do it...please."

He was giving his mother what he had been waiting to give her for months. His cock seemed to become the instrument of all the pent up desire, frustration and love he felt. He gave me every inch and I welcomed every inch. He came with all he had, pounding the length of him into the depth of me, stroke after stroke of long hard cock into my wet grasping pussy until my cries banged off the walls. My heels kicked into him so hard when I came, I was afraid I had hurt him. My cries became short quivering sighs and then silenced. I was overwhelmed. I dressed and left without a word. As the door closed, I heard my son's fading inquiry, "Mom...mom...mom...?"

Josh came over to my apartment early the next morning and when I didn't answer the door, he let himself in. The sight of me sprawled across the bed and the bottle of sleeping pills on the nightstand must have frightened him. He shook me and I awoke. He yelled at me, "How many pills did you take?"

I became alert and realized what his wide eyes were asking. "Only two honey." He breathed his relief as I soothed his arm with a gentle touch. "Don't worry baby; your mother's crazy but not that crazy." He leaned to embrace me and I held him off. My eyes must have flashed when I said, "Listen to me Josh, that will NEVER happen again...nothing will ever happen again."

He pulled back and cast his eyes down and said, "I'm sorry mom; I thought it was good for you too."

I glared at him, "Don't you play games with me. We both know how good it was for me. Look up at me Josh....I won't be pulled in...I can't...I can't." After a quiet moment I told him, "Josh, I have to be away from you for a while."

His physical distance over the next weeks was accompanied by emotional distance. We spoke but it was mostly the nonsense 'weather' talk that most people waste each other's time with. After a few months, Josh found a job and himself a thousand miles away from me.

I missed him terribly and I tried to get the emotional closeness we had shared back over the phone. Things got better and we talked and joked more easily. I spoke to the one friend I had and put things in a better perspective. I reflected on all the assumptions I had been using to guide my life and realized that most of them had been unexamined. With regard to my son, I began to question why two loving adults had to spend their lives in miserable loneliness when each had found the other. I decided after months of reading and talking and thinking that the box society had put us in was made of cellophane. I still wasn't sure I could break out.

I called. "Josh, let's meet for a weekend somewhere between us. I looked in to it and there's a great deal for a weekend at the Beau Rivage Hotel in Biloxi. We can talk and see the shows and maybe spend a day in New Orleans. I miss you baby. What do you say?"

"Mom, do you think I'm going to start saying no to you now?"

We met three weeks later and he came in later than I did and came up to my room. We hugged and the first thing I thought when his arms were around me was, "Oh shit; here we go." The tingles in all those places started right away.

We had a lovely dinner and managed to talk about everything except what we both wanted to talk about. We sat having a drink waiting for the Cirque Du Soliel show to start when Josh said, "Mom, are we going to talk about us or is this a weekend calculated just to drive me insane?"

I touched his face and looked into his loving eyes and said, "No baby, I didn't come to drive you crazy; I think I came to love you." The kiss he gave me in the lobby of that hotel ranked close to the ideal one I had in my mind.

I was holding on to him for dear life as we rode the elevator up and went into his room. He slowly undressed me as I trembled before him. He punctuated everything with kisses. I was in the arms of the angels. His hands felt like silk on my nakedness. During that night I touched a timeless eternity.

He was on my center with his mouth, as I stood open legged. I could hear my own whimpers as my son's tongue explored, and circled, and entered. He kneaded the globes of my ass as he pleasured me. I abandoned my thoughts and transcended to the place where there is only feelings. I surrendered to my first orgasm as I flushed across my breasts and cried out loud enough to penetrate the confines of the room. I held his head there as he continued licking and sucking and felt a second wave undulate through me, taking me over to an echo of my first release.

After coming so beautifully I sat on the carpet and languished in the warm feelings. Josh didn't rush me. He undressed fully and sat across from me. The most vivid memory of that night is the picture of me sitting over him and holding his nakedness to mine with my legs wrapped around him. He held me and we cradled in each other's neck. We sat stroking each other's back. At that moment I knew how much he loved me.

I felt his hardness rising under me and uncoupled to the sight of his erection springing skyward. I bent and took him in my mouth. I separated the multiplicity of sensations: the soft skin on the flat of my tongue, the hardness beneath it, the taste of the anticipatory juice that leaked from his tip, and the fullness of him from my lips to the back of my throat. I caressed him with both hands as I sucked. He leaned back on his elbows and alternated closing his eyes and watching; I loved him with my hands and mouth.

As his exclamations became louder and more closely spaced, I knew he was about to come. Nothing could have prepared me for the detonation. The first volley hit the back of my throat full-force. I fought my instincts. I kept sucking and massaging and he responded with countless shots of cum into my mouth. He collapsed onto his back and I was glad to hear his moans of pleasure as I licked off what remained on his helmet and shaft.

I lay on top of him with my head on his chest and drew my elbows in as he wrapped me in his strong arms. There was no world outside; I was safe.

It was about fifteen minutes later that my son entered me for the second time in our lives. He was slow, deliberate and loving. As he completed every empty inch of my pussy, I knew I had found my lover and my love. We reached for each other's end with our hips and he touched the place that sent flames through me. He turned me and I sat impaled on the thick mast. He reached back and stimulated the tight pucker, finally forcing a finger in. It felt good. He urged me to him so he could take my engorged nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard. I knew we were both approaching our climax.

My son rolled on top of me again and lifted my legs by the ankles. Impossibly, he was deeper in me than before. I took all of his cock into me and gave him all of my heart. With each insertion my son said, "I love you mom", with words and without. We came within moments of each other in a wash of commingled juices.

"I love you." We've been saying that to each other for the two years since I went back to live with him.

We never made it to New Orleans that weekend but I wasn't sorry. I didn't have to go anywhere to find anything; everything was in that room. My search ended in his arms and I realized that there are only three things that matter in this world. The first is love, and the other two don't mean a damn.