I was walking by my son's bedroom one Saturday evening soon after I cleaned up the dinner table, when I heard a funny sound coming from within. It sounded like a drum being struck in a steady heart pounding rhythmic beat. Thump thump - thump - thump thump - thump. My curiosity was aroused. I gently pushed my son's bedroom door open a crack and peeped inside. There was my son, totally nude, with his feet toward the door. His eyes were tightly shut. Legs wide spread and his hand clenched around his erect penis. The thumping sound was coming from him jerking his piece of meat in a regular heart beating rhythmic fashion. I had never seen him naked since he had entered puberty. It was the first time I'd seen him naked since I bathed him as a toddler. But as he lay on his bed naked and aroused, I saw my 18-year-old as a man for the first time.
His penis was at least eight inches long; slim, with an upward curve. His balls were two smooth, hairless sacks jerking up and down to the rhythm of his stroking fingers. His crotch was slightly covered with a tangle of dark blond fuzz. I could see the head of his cock was covered with pre-cum, making it glisten in the dim light from his computer desk. I glanced over at his computer and saw a porno picture of a young man face fucking an older woman. There was cum all over her face. I wondered why he was jacking off to an older woman instead of a young babe. Then it emerged on me, my son was sexually aroused by old broads and a quick current went through me.
I heard him muttering something over and over. I could barely hear what he was saying. It sounded like, "Oh Mama, suck it faster. Make me come in your mouth."
As I said, I could barely hear him. I was not very sure if that was what I really heard. I watched him as his body started to rise and fall on the bed. I knew he was close to shooting his man-seed all over his body. I was feeling a little guilty spying on my son as he was pleasuring himself, but I could not take my eyes off that astonishing sight. I felt my fanny start to itch and just knew that if my fingers searched out my cunt, there would be plenty of lubrication for finger fucking.
He was moaning loudly now and I distinctly heard him say, "Oh yeah, Mama, take my cum down your throat. Swallow your son's cum ... uuhhggh ..." just as he shot a long stream upward. It arched up and fell back all over his tummy and crotch area. I had never seen a squirt like that before. Of course, I had never seen a teenager jacking off before. I slipped quietly away from his door and hurried to my own bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind me, I started to throw my clothes off and headed for the bed. As I lay down on my bed, I slid off my already damp black lacy panties. I lay back and grabbed my cunt with both hands. I forced my fingers into my pussy and started to furiously rub my clitoris. I began pinching my left nipple as I finger fucked my snatch. I could smell my own hot pussy juices as they flowed all over my hand. I stopped rubbing myself and lifted my fingers to my mouth. I sucked off the slimy residue from my overflowing cunt and then once again jammed my hand as far into my hot box as I could. I was stroking my clit as fast as I could now. My son's words echoing in my ears. "Oh yeah, Mama, take my cum down your throat. Swallow your son's cum."
I could feel the heat start to rise from inside my vagina. I knew that feeling even if I had not felt it in a long time. I came with a shuddering, thunderous roar in my ears. My body was racked with wave after wave of spasmodic mini-orgasms.
After I had calmed down, I tried to analyze what had just happened. I had watched my only boy jack off to visions of his mother and it had made me so hot that I damn near ripped my own cunt apart jacking my clit to a vision of me sucking my son's teenage cum down my throat. I knew what this meant. I was one sick puppy doggie. This was incest I was thinking of. Not something to take lightly.
I thought again about his strong, youthful body and his impressive cock. A lucid picture of it lingered in my mind. It did not appear to be one of those fat, cunt-stretching monsters, but it was an admirably long and rigid rod. It also had that slight upward curve which could stimulate your pussy's sensitive front wall. I admitted that it would feel amazing to have him on top of me, easing his full length into my neglected, cock-starving cunt.
That neglect, I decided, was the problem. I married late and divorced early, leaving myself a single mother at the age of 40. That also put me near the peak of my sexuality, which probably explained my frequent horny urges. Attending to never ending demands of my job and raising a teenage son on my own, I hardly had time to date. Nevertheless, I once had a hot little fling with a man, and we even fucked a few times in a motel. But that was almost three years ago. For the past couple of years, a vibrator and shower head had provided my only sexual release.
So here I was, lying on my bed, naked, with pussy juice dripping down into the crack of my ass, thinking about having sex with my own son, who just turned legal age. What a pervert mother?
Was it possible we could give it to each other?
I knew the very thought was so wrong, so dirty. But I loved my son more than anything in the world, and I wanted him to be happy and fully satisfied. Besides, I literally ached for a hard cock, and there was one in my own house that was shamefully underused. Perhaps I could be my son's personal sex teacher, moulding him into the perfect lover for the young women who'd be lucky enough to have him.
Back and forth, back and forth, my mind swung like a pendulum between longings for forbidden fruit, and waves of consuming guilt. I rationalized that just thinking about what we could do was OK, as long as we did not actually do anything. Finally I drifted off to a fitful sleep.
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I awoke the next morning in a daze. My hand was stuck to the bed sheets. My legs seemed glued together. I pulled my hand off the sheet and spread my legs apart. I slid over to the side of the bed and sat up with my feet on the floor. I realized I was completely naked. I never slept in the nude. What happened to my nighty?
I felt a twitch in between my thighs as I slowly remembered what I had done to myself last night. I had sucked off and fucked my son... in my imagination, of course. I could never really do that. No matter how horny I got.
I stood up and looked at my reflection at the mirror. Even though, I am 43 years, I was still proud of my face and figure. Out of habit, I tucked strands of my light-brown hair behind one ear. I have green eyes above a small, slightly upturned nose and full pouty lips. My slender neck leads down toward average-sized breasts. My bra size is 34B, but I would not want much bigger boobs on my dainty five-foot-two frame. I gave them a squeeze and turned to one side for a good look. I'm pleased that child bearing and breastfeeding didn't turn them into saggy mommy-tits. Most men I courted loved my nipples. They're a good quarter-inch long when erect, and very sensitive. Surrounding them are large, suckable, dark pink areolas.
I ran my hands down my tits and flat stomach, and was again thankful for the effects of frequent workouts.
Then I walked for my shower after pulling on my robe. I was naked under the robe. Something I never did before because it was always over my nighty. It felt kind of kinky. Walking down the hallway to the bathroom, I saw my son's door open and he stepped out without looking. We collided and I fell to the floor. As I sat there spread-eagled on the hall rug, Tom, my son, went red in the face and stammered, "God Mom, I didn't see you, I ... I ... I'm sorry. Here, let me help you up."
I then realized why his face was red as a beet. He was starring at my completely nude body. My robe had fallen completely open and was giving him a good display. I hastily pulled my robe closed and lifted my arm up to take his outstretched hand. He easily pulled me back up on my feet. As I rose, I noticed he had begun to sport a noticeable bulge in his pyjamas. I could not help myself. As I regained my feet, I pretended to fall forward into him and grabbed his cock through his pants. We stood there like that for what seemed like an hour but were in reality only few seconds.
"Sorry," I managed to say, "kind of lost my footing honey."
I reluctantly let go of his rock hard dick and turned to go into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and let fly a steady stream of hot morning-piss into the bowl. After I had finished, I wiped the piss off my pussy lips. I stood up and faced the mirror. My robe fell open and I noticed that my nipples were sticking straight out. They were hard as little eraser-buds. I gently rubbed them and felt a new series of spasms emanating from my twat. I grabbed the hairbrush and stuck it into my well-lubricated pussy. I did not take only a few quick strokes to make me have a shuddering orgasm. I almost collapsed on the bathroom floor as my knees buckled from underneath me. Then I heard a banging on the door.
"Come-on, Mom. I gotta go. I can't hold it much longer!" my son wailed.
Composing myself as best as I could, I opened the bathroom door and let him in. He immediately rushed over to the toilet. He was taking his woody out as soon as he entered the bathroom. He barely got to the toilet when I saw and heard the piss exploding from his stiff pole. He looked at me and stammered, "Sorry Mom, I couldn't wait any longer."
"It's alright, honey," I said, smiling. "It doesn't bother me to watch you pee. After all, it's a natural body function. No worse then washing your hands."
He blushed and said, "Yeah, right, but would you say the same thing if I was watching you pee?"
He stepped back from the toilet and put his dick into his pyjama bottoms.
