Julia could not count how many orgasms she had already had, and still her son was on top of her stretching her pussy with his thick manhood. He was vigorously fucking her now, almost violently ramming his cock in and out of her sopping pussy. The force of each impact sent her breasts flying about wildly; they felt as if they might break away from her body. Her dark, large nipples were more erect than she could ever remember them, and her pussy was so beyond wet. Her cunt had turn into a sopping mass of flesh from her multitude of orgasms. Each time her son rammed his cock powerfully into her cunt she felt his big balls slamming into her asshole. Julia was so wet she could feel her own juices slithering into her anus.
"Fuck my ass Paul. I need to feel you in my ass."
Paul grunted. He looked his mom in the eyes, and then abruptly pulled his cock out of her with a plop. He then quickly flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Julia braced herself as she felt the swollen head of her son's cock probing her back entrance.
"Yes son. Fuck my ass. Put that big cock in my ass."
That was all the encouragement that he needed. With one powerful thrust he entered his mom's ass. Julia felt like she would burst. She had an intense feeling of pain followed by general discomfort. She reached back and began rubbing her own inflamed clit vigorously. Her whole body began to shudder. Suddenly she felt the massive organ in her ass swell even more and then twitch. Next, she felt a hot spray of her son's cum bathing her innards.
She came like a tidal wave. Her legs gave out, and she fell forward on her chest. Her bald cunt, glistening with their juices, shot wave after wave of her own cum. Her son's cock was still spewing massive amounts of cum up her ass. She felt like she was cumming forever, and then an alarm went off. She pushed her son off her, his cock still erupting his seed. She reached for the alarm on her bed stand and slammed the snooze button, confused as to why the alarm did not stop. She slammed the clock, breaking it into fragments, yet the alarm continued.
"What the fuck!"
As she sat confused and covered in orgasmic bliss, her bedroom suddenly got very bright.
When Julia opened her eyes, she found herself lying in a lounge chair by the pool covered in sweat from the heat of the sun and the excitement of her dream. Next door a car alarm was blaring. "Shit I must have fallen asleep."
Images from the dream popped into her head. She could see her son's cock stretching her pussy lips. She could feel her son's balls slapping against her ass, and she could feel the sweet pain of his cock in her ass.
"I have to stop these thoughts."
It had been two awkward days since she had made her son cum all over her. She had shoved her pussy onto his mouth and made him lick her to orgasm. She had stroked his cock to orgasm lubricated by his precum and her spit. She had tasted his flesh in her mouth. Julia sat up in the chair abruptly.
"I have to stop!"
She tried to convince herself.
"Oh shit!" She exclaimed as she noticed her white bikini bottoms. They were drenched. The water, well I guess not water, had left them almost completely transparent. Through the flimsy drenched fabric she could see her extremely aroused vagina. Her labia were swollen and gaping open. Her clit was a mad bump trying to escape its confines.
"Shit, I must have cum in my sleep!" She reached down and felt her cunt. The feeling was electric. Mindlessly, she started to rub her clit. It felt amazing. She rubbed on thinking of nothing in particular; instead, focusing on how good it felt. Eventually she slipped a finger in her pussy and then another. She finger fucked her quivering mound as she rubbed her clit. She came again before she knew it, and then sat try to gather her breath.
"What is wrong with me?"
Before she could answer that question, she was shaken back to reality by the sound of the rear sliding glass door opening. It was Paul, her son. He was back from school.
"Hi mom." He called from across the pool.
"Hi honey, did you have a good day at school?"
This had been the extent of their conversations ever since, well, ever since she jacked of her son to orgasm a couple of days ago.
Paul was halfway to her before she remembered about her soaked bottoms.
"Shit!" Julia's towel was next to the pool, right where she left it after her swim earlier. She didn't know what to do. As her son approached her, she decided on her only option. She placed her hands on her lap, and tried to cover up her soaked white bikini bottoms as best she could.
Paul had been in a fog since that day. He could not get his own mother out of his fantasies. He was jerking off almost constantly and his fantasies were growing more and more graphic. He would fantasize about having his mom suck his dick until he came buckets down her throat. He could see her look up and smile at him with cum running down her face.
Then he would snap back to reality and realize how wrong his thoughts were. Still they had not spoken a word about that day, the day he touched her pussy and made her cum, the day he tasted his mom's juices, the day he came all over his own mother.
"School was fine mom. Another physics test that I am sure I aced. What have you been up to?"
His eyes migrated from her face, down her perfectly shaped breasts, her tight stomach and then they rested on her hands sitting oddly, folded over her groin.
"You always do so well at math and science. Just like your father always did." She trailed off at the end of this sentence. She hadn't thought about her ex husband in days. This relapse startled her a bit. What startled her was the fact that thinking about the man she had spend almost twenty years of her life with hadn't brought up any emotions. She was finally getting over him.
