Quietly closing the door of my daughter Kristin's room I stride quickly, still nude and with pajamas in hand, down the hall to stand before my son Nick's room. Once again, my heart is in my throat, my tummy teems with butterflies, and I'm trembling; I realize, ever so clearly, that what I'm about to do is wrong in so many respects, yet the desire I feel for my son (every bit as intense as that I felt for Kristin when I made love to her this very night) leaves me no choice but to go to him and love him even more than as a mother...but also as a lover.
I stealthily turn the knob and slowly push open the door. Peering inside, I'm able to see very well by the glow of the same streetlamp that lights Kristin's room. I inhale sharply but quietly when I take in Nick. He's sleeping exactly in the way I pictured him while still cuddling with my daughter: on his back; no sheet covering his slender, firm torso, nor a shirt; the sheet over his hips and groin, tented with his morning erection...sweetly high. I'm momentarily disappointed when I notice that he's not murmuring in his sleep as was Kristin, which caused me to enter her room in the first place. But only momentarily; I will begin making love to my sleeping son, and then we'll simply see what happens next.
I come into Nick's room and approach him, dropping my pajamas uncaringly to the floor. As I gaze upon my 18-year-old son I shudder in wanton delight, different from the other times I've noticed this: my boy is beautiful. I take in his tousled, curly blonde hair, framing a narrow face with full, sensual lips, and a firm jaw and chin. His 5'10, 145 pound frame, though trim, is obviously hard-muscled; his tiny nipples erect in the cool night air. And his cock! I bite my lip hungrily as I look at the height to which it pushes the sheet; I must see it in its full glory, and soon. His body, including his pale blue eyes, is so similar to that of his father's; the one gift of Ron's that I still cherish.
My arousal growing by the second with my large, dark nipples tightening and my inner thighs pressing against my already leaking cunt, I bend down to touch the face of my sleeping son; as I trace my fingertips over his soft, cool skin, Nick inhales deeply and seems to mutter something very quietly. I smile slightly; this is a good initial sign.
My fingers continue gliding down: over his cheek and jaw; over his throat and onto his bare, hard chest. As a fingernail gently scratches his right nipple, he takes in another sharp breath and writhes; his back arches slightly. I smile more widely as I trace my fingertip around then over his nipples, scratching them randomly with my fingernails; his breath comes faster and his movements more energetic.
I kneel beside Nick, then lower my head to lightly touch my lips to his. As I begin to kiss him, I grasp his nipple between my fingertips and pinch it gently; he gasps into my mouth, which I take as an invitation to kiss him more firmly. He murmurs something unintelligible again as he returns my kiss and I feel the tip of his tongue touch my lips, then my tongue tip. I purr with pleasure as I open my mouth further for his entry; in the meantime, I pinch his nipples harder, causing him to hiss into my mouth and squirm even more.
So my darling Nick and I kiss: not the peck of mother and son, but the full, urgent press of excited, needful lovers. I feel my nipples ache as they brush against his arm; my pussy throbs, its lips slippery with my flowing honey. I tighten my fingers, which had been simply caressing, in his hair; my other fingers pinch his nipples still harder, and he cries softly into my mouth. I close my lips and suck his tongue deep into my mouth; both of us are panting, our desires becoming too inflamed to control.
Quite unconsciously, I rise enough so that I can straddle Nick's writhing body. Bending down again, I feel the tip of his sheet-encased prick touch the swollen, glistening lips of my cunt; I groan as I fight the want to simply move back and swallow his cock with my wet pussy, sheet and all. Instead, I wriggle so that his cock just glides over my slit; however, doing so pulls the crumpled sheet off of his erection, and it's the naked, hot skin of that lovely rod that slides over my cunt...ahhhhhhhh, god! Control, Trish, control!
Shivering with mounting need I break our kiss, then trace my lips and tongue over his firm jaw and chin down to his throat. There, I suck the skin, right above his carotid artery, long and hard; Nick and Kristin both will sport vivid, possibly puzzling, hickeys. Nick's hands rise to my back, stroking it from my shoulders over my spine and down, down, down to my bottom.
As he kneads my bottom's cheeks, he murmurs his first understandable words: "God, you have such a soft, gorgeous ass! Feels sooooooooo fucking good! And I love you sucking me like that; love the pain!" My eyes widen, but I don't relieve the pressure till I am sure a nice, dark hickey has formed.
As Nick's fingers push deeper into the cleft of my bottom ("Mmmmmmmm, nice and hairy!") I break my seal on his throat and lick lower, circling his left nipple with my tongue, then flicking it with my tongue's tip; he inhales sharply.
As I suck and lick his nipple, Nick hisses, "Yesssssss! Lick it, baby! Suck it! Bite it!"
I'm more than happy to oblige, sucking his small, hard nipple deep into my mouth while lapping it constantly; my fingers continue to pinch his other nipple. His back arches (pushing his prick almost into my hungry cunt; I sob quietly as I shift my hips again) and his fingers tighten around the globes of my bottom.
I release Nick's nipple with an audible pop, then glide my tongue over to the other nipple, kissing, licking and sucking it until the thrust of his hips is constant and his fingernails push deep into the soft flesh of my bottom. Looking up, I can see his teeth clenched as his head is thrown back. I cry out into the flesh of his chest when, sucking, biting and pinching his nipples harder, I feel his fingernails scratch down my bottom cheeks.
Taking my lips and fingers from his nipples, I take his arms in my hands and push them above his head.
He laughs softly when I do this, whispering, "Yeahhhhhhh! Tie me up; I wanna know what that feels like!"
I smirk when I hear this, wondering who is getting the benefit of his raw lust in his dream. I press first my nose, then my mouth, to the moist skin of his right underarm; taking in the scent and taste of his fresh, young sweat. I tremble, and my cunt pours forth yet more nectar.
I trace my tongue tip down over Nick's side, causing him to shudder and buck; I feel the head of his cock sliding over my tummy. I glide my tongue then over his firm, sculpted tummy, rising quickly with his breath. Pressing my lips to his tiny, round navel, I kiss it, then slide my tongue around its rim and bottom; he cries out in a low gasp, pressing his tummy up to my mouth. His prick is now caught between my pendulous, quivering breasts, pressing achingly into the soft flesh.
Both of us panting now, I kiss and lick lower still. I get my first glimpse of my son's naked cock...and it is a beauty. Imbued with the iron-like stiffness characteristic of morning erections and a lovely purple-pink in its tumescence, it's fairly long (somewhere between 6 and 7 inches, I estimate) and slender; its length curves upward to a proud, oval head, the tip now leaking drops of sticky preseminal fluid. It shudders and sways with his pulse and excitement.
