Where do I begin? Here's me, doing my best to bring up my son Chris the right way; instilling a sense of good ethical behaviour in him - and now he's here in bed with me...and we've just had sex. More than that, we're here, in a nudist resort...and I can't wait for more!
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Dreamily I began to surface; began to regain consciousness; began to wake up.
I was naked and there was a warm body adjacent to mine, probably a male body from its size and from the fact that his arm was over my waist, his hand under one of my breasts.
But why did I feel so shattered though? Why did my back ache and my groin feel both shaky and somehow sticky? Somehow I felt as though I'd just had sex; energetic sex by all impressions...
'Don't remember hubby taking me to bed,' I thought, my mind smiling inwardly as I remembered how good he'd been in bed, 'Yeah but what's he doing here?'
"What!" I suddenly exclaimed, suddenly realising that I had indeed had sex - and that my husband was long gone from my life.
I jerked myself violently away from the male hand, sat up in an instant, tore my body from the bed and stood up beside the bed, my whole body shaking and frightened.
My hand fell between my legs as I felt something strange there; a wetness that shouldn't exist. Immediately I discovering that I was indeed wet, both inside...and crustily smeared with something on the outside; something that now began running down my leg as I stood there.
"Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed to myself as I attempted to catch the wet dribble, "I've been fucked! And who the hell's that?"
I knew enough to be certain that I hadn't been out on the prowl - so how had a man ended up in my bed?
And then, as I stood there, sniffing the sex-laden air and with what I knew had to be spunk running down my thigh, it began to come back...that man was my son!
"You stupid bloody bitch!" I exclaimed quietly to myself, "What on earth have you done? You've just screwed your son!!"
Carefully I tiptoed around the bed and left the room, now finding myself in a strange home as well. Bit by bit it came back; we were in our 'nest', at a nudist resort - and my son and I were sharing a bed.
My still slightly befuddled mind was still gathering itself together as I stepped into the shower; immediately discovering that the controls weren't the same as those at home; immediately being drenched with droplets of unexpectedly chilly water...before I managed to get the temperature right.
But the cold water had at least cleared my mind a bit more and quickly now things came back to me.
And I remembered that we'd gone to bed and that Chris was in there with me and that his cock had been so hard and desirable that I'd almost gone wild with my need for him...
"Oh God, you've done it now, haven't you?" I said, "It was all that wine, wasn't it...what on earth have you started?"
The warm shower began to reinvigorate me and gradually I returned to life, especially so after I'd sprayed and soaped my pussy, my wet, sticky pussy and got rid of the smell of stale sex. Eventually I stepped out of the shower, dried myself off and searched around for my bathrobe - which I didn't find. Instead I knotted the towel around me as I headed towards the kitchen to get some refreshment and soon I had the kettle boiling and then a nice cup of coffee in my hands.
And it was only then that I looked at the clock - which said that it was just coming up on seven o'clock...in the morning, I guessed. Ah yes - we'd gone to bed around midnight so that had to be right and I realised that the strangeness of having a man in bed with me must have been what had woken me.
I sat down gently in one of the armchairs and allowed myself to chew over the events of the night before.
Immediately memories began to flood out; of the way we'd stripped off; the way Chris had ejaculated all over us when we'd bumped together; then the way I'd tossed him off...and the way I'd let him make love to me. I let out a big long sigh, a shuddering sigh as I also remembered just how eager I'd been to get his cock inside me.
But more than that, I remembered what an excellent if basic lover he'd been; how quickly he'd brought me to a thundering climax. I wondered too if I'd reached my apex because of the illicit nature of our sex; it was incest - wonderful, exciting, naughty incest!
I felt my pussy squirming deliciously as I reran the pushing of his cock as he slipped it into my vagina; the way my hot slippery lips had let him slide inside; the way my hips had thrust themselves at him and I knew that it would happen again...
We were here for a week, sharing one bed and I knew, just knew, that now we'd done it once, we'd do it again and again.
I even felt myself smirking as I absorbed that idea; the incredible idea of having sex with my son - again!
I nearly jumped out of the chair as a hand came to rest on my shoulder before I looked round and saw Chris standing there, naked as Mother Nature intended, an uncertain smile on his face.
"Hi Mum," he said, "Didn't know you'd got up - you were quiet."
"Didn't want to disturb you," I lied, "Thought you ought to get your beauty sleep. Anyway, what are you doing up; it's only seven o'clock."
"Yeah, so I see; it's definitely too early to get up," Chris said, "Why don't you come back to bed for a while?"
"What for?" I asked as I took a mouthful of my coffee, "I'm awake now."
"Yeah, but I was just hoping..." Chris said, "Would have been nice if we could wake up together."
And as he spoke he edged sideways until he was standing next to the arm of the chair and there before my eyes was his penis, still encrusted here and there with cum but very, very rigid and very, very desirable.
"Oh what?" I exclaimed, part of my mind rebelling, "What...again?"
For the moment I was back home; freed of masculine influence; freed of sex for the past five years...and then last night we'd fucked hard and fast - and now he wanted more! I wasn't entirely sure...
"We only did it once," said Chris hopefully, "Can't we do it again, please Mum?"
My mind, let alone my body, wasn't used to such excessive activity but inside me I felt delightful squirmings of not butterflies but of parts of my sexual equipment that had long been unused and which now seemed to be waking up. My very womb seemed to be in motion and my cervix felt as if it was fluttering up inside there. As for my vagina, it was pulsating with wanton waves of desire and my clit was really tingling all of a sudden; almost demanding more action.
And as if understanding that, Chris edged closer to the arm of the chair, his penis now jutting out not at all far from where I sat; not very far from my face, in fact.
"Hold me," he said "Put your hand on me Mum."
I put my mug down on the table and turned to face his cock, my hand rising to grasp his rigid length, an action that I hardly intended. He felt all hot in my hand, hot and hard and trembling too, just as I was. I pulled his penis down until it was almost horizontal and slowly began to move my hand up and down his shaft, making his foreskin cover and uncover his glossy knob.
Chris's hips thrust his cock towards me again and now, my desire having risen considerably, I leaned towards him and in a sudden movement I pulled his cock forward and let it slip into my mouth.
"Ahhhh Muuuuum!" Chris cried, "Ahhhh - yesss...ohhhh fuck, that's good!"
I hardly heard him as I concentrated on his penis, tasting the exciting flavours of our combined juices from last night; feeling the small emission of precum that happened almost immediately after I took him into my mouth.
