Hypnotizing Mom Ch 03

It was a quiet evening at home. Eric and I were sitting on the couch just watching an old movie. I was sipping wine. We were sitting quite close together, but not touching. I could feel the heat and smell the stench of my son's stale, day old, musky, body odor. Eighteen year old boys have a distinct pheromonal scent. As I was enjoying inhaling his essence, he leaned towards me and whispered in my ear, "Sleep mom, sleep."

I found my eyelids closing, the light and sound of the TV fading away. There was a quiet calm in the room. I felt secure. I felt warm. A little tingly shiver washed over me.

I felt Eric switch positions on the couch and then his head was in my lap. He whispered in a sweet tone, "God, you smell really good mom. Now, unbutton your blouse." I took both hands and undid the buttons to my blouse.

Eric let out a sigh, "Let me see your tits mom." I pull my blouse aside. I look down to see my boy staring at my large breasts. He moved his head up and said, "Mom, hold my head in your arm." I did as he said. I cradled my son's head in my arm. He started to lick, kiss and suck the bottom of my tit. He moved his head up and I adjusted my arm holding my baby's head as his lips found my teat. As he sucked the whole of my areola into his mouth, my nipple responded and started to harden.

He clamped down on my now erect nipple in his mouth. He started sucking on it. His other hand came up and kneaded my breast as if he was trying to milk it.

I was enraptured as I watched my son suck hungrily on my teat just as he had when he was a baby. I cradle his head in my arm.

He moved his hand away and with both hands he reached down and on unbuckled his pants. The zipper came down. He raised his ass off the couch, pulled his pants and boxers down and exposed his semi hard cock. He pushed this jeans off and over his knees, then spread his thighs wide. As he did this his mouth never left my tit. My nipple and areola trapped in his wet, warm mouth as he sucked on them rhythmically. His teeth gently scraped and played against them.

He took his right hand, wrapped his fiingers around his cock and squeezed it. I watched mesmerized as my son's penis grew in his grasp. His fingers played and manipulated it. All the while he sucked hard on my tit as he pulled down on it.

His fist stroked back-and-forth, back-and-forth, back-and-forth on his cock. My son's dick expaned, it grew harder, longer, thicker. His penis's blood engorged circumcised helmet now a deep purple.

He moved his hand away from his cock, released my nipple from his mouth and breathlessly begged me, "Mommy, please

masturbate me. Please mommy, please?"

His mouth clamped back on my nipple. His lips creating a sucking sound around my areola. His hand went back onto my tit. He plied its soft flesh, squeezed it, pulled on it, played with it.

I reached down with my right hand and wrapped my slender fingers around the the shaft. It felt warm, smooth, hard. His dick felt so good in my hand, so natural, for me, his mother, to be giving this incestuous pleasure to my son.

I looked at my son sucking on my tit. I looked at my hand fisting his cock, moving firmly back-and-forth on his tool. My pussy responded, the inner walls oozed its warm lubricant.

He started to suck harder, his lips and tongue now concentrated on my teat as if he was breastfeeding off it. His breathing through his nose became heavy. He sucked my elongated nipple harder and harder into his mouth. His ass came off the couch as he pushed his cock against my fist. Then I felt his cock expand. Eric let out a loud, muffled grunt around my tit as his dick seemed to exploded in my hand.

The first burst flew and landed all over his t-shirt, up to the neckline. I squeezed his cock and the second pulsating glob ran out of his tube and all over my fingers. I kept stroking his cock, my fingers now coated with my son's cum, his dick slid easily back and forth in my grip.

I could feel it contracting, releasing each wave of his creamy, white, fresh, young sperm. It's pungent, musky smell filtered up to my nose. I inhaled it, savoring it. I had never witnessed cum pour out of a cock before and now I watched my son's spew out of him, all over him and my fingers.

He was still sucking on my tit, not as vigorously as before. He let it go and gasped, "Mommy oh, mommy, that felt so good." Eric let out a sigh, "Okay mom, you can take your hand off me now."

I move my hand away from his rapidly deflating dick and sat there as he lifted his head off my lap. He sat up, stood, pulled his pants up and said, matter-a-factly, "I'll be back in a second."

I sat there on the couch, I looked down at my cum coated fingers, then stared blankly at the TV.

Eric left the room and in a couple of minutes he was back. He had on a clean shirt and had a washcloth and hand towel with him. He washed my hand, that was covered with with his life giving liquid, cleaned and dried it off. He again left the room and sat back next to me,

He looked at me, "Mom, button your blouse," and when I had done so, he added, "wakey-wakey." I opened my eyes. Eric was looking at the TV paying attention to the movie. He was talking as if he had been carrying on a conversation with me, "This is the best part, don't you think." I looked at the screen, trying to see what was happening and trying to understand what had just happened.

I hesitated and answered, "Oh yeah, oh yes, it is."

Eric smiled at me and said, "You alright mom? You look kinda flustered."

I smiled at him, "Yes, I'm fine."

He stood and as he left the room said, "I'm gonna get a Pepsi you want anything, you want me to fill your glass?"

"No thanks." I said staring at the TV.

I thought; 'Oh dear God! I must have fallen asleep and I dreamt.... When can this stop? This has stop. He's my son.'

He came back into the room, sat down and said, "Mom, you sure your okay? You've been acting weird lately."

I shrugged, "It's just, I guess, it's just work. I'm okay".

We sat and watched the end of the movie. Eric got up and gently kissed me on the cheek and said, "I'm going to bed, school night you know. Good night mom."

"Night honey." I answered as I watched my baby walk out the room.

I sat there for a minute and then reached for the remote to see what else was on. It was then I noticed my blouse was buttoned wrong. I had missed a button and my blouse was uneven. Strange, I could of sworn I'd checked myself in the mirror before I came downstairs. There was also a stain on the bottom of my blouse. I touched it, it was still wet and gooey. I lifted my fingers to smell it, it smelled like... cum! It can't be. I must have spilt something on it, but what? No, that didn't happen, that was a dream, just another dream. I shifted on the couch. My panties were soaked. OH GOD!

I stared at the TV. I gulped down the rest of the wine in my glass and reached for the bottle. Trying to concentrate on the movie I had turned on. Trying...

(To be continued...)