Category: Incest/Taboo
Tags: BDSM, Non-Consent, Humiliation, Mother/Son
A special shout-out to my editor HeyAll.
** All characters in sexual situations are eighteen years or older. **
Kelly Benson lost her virginity to her father and ever since that first orgasm, she has fucked anything with legs, male or female, until she got pregnant. She married her son's father, Phil, just days before Mark was born. Since then, she's been a good wife and mother. She and her husband always had a very satisfying sex life, exploring their kinks, swinging. That is until Mark started getting older. Then Kelly and her husband decided that they had to keep their sex quieter, tamer, and in the bedroom. But now Kelly wants to be the pussy eating, cock sucking slut that she use to be.
Mark will be going off to college in a couple of months but the day she had been waiting for was finally here. She was so nervous and so wet. But like all family birthdays and big holidays, it was a huge family party. Her parents and both her brothers with their families all lived locally as did her hubby's parents, his sister and her family. Every party was a big deal with people everywhere. Kelly had disappeared to the bathroom several times to jill off, edging herself while imagining her son's cock. And like all family parties, everyone hangs around to help with cleanup and it's always late by the time everyone leaves. Hubby has to work in the morning so he went off to bed as soon as the front door closed for the last time. Also being a school night, Mark went up to his room for last minute studying for a Chemistry quiz tomorrow.
Kelly busied herself with the last cleanup tasks to give her husband time to fall into a deep sleep and allow Mark some quality study time. She was extremely nervous so she poured herself a triple vodka and went into the den where she keeps her laptop and hides her toys. She takes a long pull at her drink and sets it down on the desk. Then she begins taking her clothes off. Being a big family day, she dressed more conservatively than she had been recently.
A pink loose-fitting button-down blouse, white bra, white denim shorts, and white bikini panties. She opens the lid on her laptop to wake it up and then begins getting undressed. She slowly unbuttons her blouse and slides it off her shoulders and tosses it to the loveseat, imagining her son sitting there watching her seductive striptease. She rocks her hips and slides her hands across her belly then up to her bra clad breasts, squeezing them together and flashing her tongue at them as though she is taking wild licks of her nipples.
She slides an elastic band off her wrist and pulls her long, honey blonde hair back into a pony tail. She turns and looks at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door as she continues her striptease. Kelly still looks hot for forty-two at five-foot-nothing, 48-28-33, and 130 pounds. She reaches behind and unhooks her bra, releasing her heavy, natural, F-cup tits which are obscenely huge on her small frame. Kelly squeezes her tits and pinches her nipples, pinching them harder and harder enjoying the increasing pain.
She slides her hands down, unsnaps her shorts and slowly slides the zipper down then pushes them down over her hips letting them fall to the floor around her ankles, kicking them to the love seat. She started the day with a thong but took it off the second time she jilled off today. They were soaking wet and getting twisted and everyone knows you don't want to get your panties in a knot so she had put on a dry pair of bikini panties. It didn't really help. Within thirty minutes these were drenched also.
Kelly unplugged her laptop and put it on the floor next to a couple of large, fluffy pillows. She took another sip of her vodka and opened her toy box. She spent longer doing her striptease than she had wanted but she needed to chill a little more before she tries to actually fuck her little boy. Just the thought of it is making her clit tingle and her pussy drip more. The inside of her thighs are so wet and slick. She takes out her longest, thickest dildo. Large, thick veins, huge balls, and a deep dark brown. Her last bull had it made for her from a mold of his own cock before she got married. She never imagined finding a bigger cock than his until that day she saw her son. She also removed a ring gag from the box, slipped it into her mouth and buckled it behind her head. Once upon a time, when Kelly was a slut, her strongest desire was to have all of her cockholes filled, forced and fucked, over and over by as many men as wanted to empty their balls inside her.
Logging in to her favorite erotic story site, Literotica, Kelly pulls up a list of stories tagging "incest/taboo" and "mom son submissive". She scrolls through them until she sees a new chapter has been published for one of her favorite series, a story of a mother that teases her son too far until he finally refuses to take it anymore and corners her in his bedroom, ties her to the bed and fucks her repeatedly. All the while she is alternatively fucking her facehole and cunthole with the huge dildo but not letting herself cum.
Deciding she's waited long enough, she stashes her toys, puts on a short, silky robe, swallows the last of her vodka, and heads for her son's bedroom. Feeling light-headed from the vodka and butterflies racing around in her belly, she feels excited and terrified all at once. What if her son rejects her? What if he yells at her and wakes her husband? What if he feels guilty tomorrow and tells his dad what she has done? Then the thought occurs to her. He's a male. Young. With a cock. He's probably in there right now jacking off with her panties in his hand or looking at photos of her that he's sneaked with his phone.
As she approaches his door, she giggles softly with her new found enthusiasm and courage. She pauses a moment and listens. She can hear her husband snoring softly so that coast is clear. She then puts her ear to her son's door, listening for any sound. She hears the low murmur of voices punctuated by an occasional slightly louder, higher pitched voice. Not sure if he's watching a movie or talking on the phone, she knocks gently on his door. The voices go quiet and there is a soft rustle of fabric.
