I love weekends, it's a time when I can relax. Not surprisingly, on this particular Saturday morning, I awoke thinking back to the previous night's fucking with my hot eighteen-year-old son. It was the first time I'd had Sam in my bed and thinking about what we'd done with each other soon got me wet and horny. I wanted Sam to know how much I'd enjoyed it. Out of bed, I walked past his room on the way to have a shower. Sam's door was open but he was not in there and, from downstairs, I heard the sound of the television. I guessed he was viewing so I carried on to the bathroom.
While showering, I shaved my pussy, thinking it would excite my son even more. It hadn't been a hairy bush last night but now I wanted it totally smooth. After I'd used the razor, I fingered myself, conjuring up naughty images of fucking Sam again. But I stopped short of making myself cum: I wanted to reserve that for him, wanted randy Sam to make me cum.
I dried with a towel and put on my bathrobe before purposely leaving my bra and panties on the floor and heading downstairs. In the lounge, Sam lay on the large settee, absorbed in the TV program. When I got close, I soon grabbed his attention. His bright eyes shot wide open, scanning my form, particularly up where my robe gaped to offer glimpses of my huge, round breasts. Sam started to sit up but I placed a hand on his T-shirt covered chest. He looked surprised but I put a finger to my lips and said, "Shush, babe, just let this happen. Last night was good, so let mummy do something for you."
"Okay," he muttered and remained quiet as I unbuckled his belt, undid the button on his jeans, and unzipped him. Sam swiftly removed his T-shirt and I leaned down to kiss his smooth teenage chest and lick his nipples. I knew he'd like that and he gasped when I flicked my tongue over his hard points before leaving a trail of kisses over his stomach, chest, cute face, and neck. And then our lips meshed passionately as our tongues poked and twirled, dancing in each other's mouth. They wriggled happily together, entwined like mating snakes, and our breathing became increasing rapidly. My pussy was tingling hot and very wet and I couldn't resist it anymore: I had to have Sam's cock in me again. But first I wanted to give my son oral sex.
I stopped kissing and knelt in front of the settee. Sam took the cue and sat so that his crotch was right there for me to tug his jeans down to his ankles. Only a pair of black boxer shorts was now between me and his growing erection. I rubbed my hands up and down the fabric, feeling for the cock that I wanted more than anything in the world at that moment. My son has a very nice cock — oh no, it's much more than nice. Boxers removed, I grasped his amazingly hard, long and thick cock. Jacking him off slowly, I alternated between staring at my son's tremendous weapon and thinking, 'If only you knew what mummy wanted from you,' while feeling him react in my hand.
His dick throbbed as I kissed his thighs, and smelling his manliness drove me crazy. I licked his big balls and he groaned and ran fingers through my hair and over my shoulders. I knew what he wanted — and I was going to give it to him.
I stopped stroking him, stood, and untied my gown. Slipping it off of my shoulders, it fell to the floor and my mature naked body was revealed to him. Faced by his mother's huge mature breasts and big hardening nipples, Sam sat upright and began to lick all over my heaving chest. I groaned and shivered as pleasure rushed through me.
He licked and swirled his tongue around one nipple while pinching the other with thumb and forefinger. Then he switched. After several glorious sensational minutes of this, his free hand rested on my freshly-shaved pussy mound and he rubbed along my wet open sex, toying with my sensitive, aroused clit. Coupled with his nipple work, he made me moan loudly — so loud that I was pleased we were alone and nobody could hear us.
