usual, this story is entirely fictional. Any resemblence to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters exist only in my vivid imagination. Enjoy
I hate to be abrupt, but is there anything finer than spreading your legs wide and savoring the delicious feeling of your son's big cock sinking deep in your pussy...long, hard, veined flesh slowly scraping the insides of your sugar walls, making your hair almost stand on in, your fingernails ripping the sheets as you drown in waves of ecstasy? Can anything top your son's strong body on top of yours...his chest flattening out your pillowy breasts...chest hairs teasing your throbbing nipples even as he grinds his pubic hairs against your cunt as he sinks his babymaker all the way inside you? Is there anything more wonderful than at the height of your son induced orgasm to have your son moan, "I love you, Mom!" as he buries his stiff penis inside you and floods your womb with his steamy hot semen? No, I don't think there is....but I've discovered a close second. Let me tell you.
My name is Gwen. I'm fifty-one years old. I've been widowed once and I've been divorced once. My late husband (my first marriage), Tobias, gave me a lovely son when I was seventeen. It was 1973 and the Age of Aquarius was rapidly setting, to be replaced by the decadent "me" era, which was fine with me. Tobias and I were swingers and I enjoyed both men and women whenever the opportunity arose (and in those wild days, it arose a lot). That life ended for me in 1980 when Tobias was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. About the time Reagan was being sworn into office, my dear sweet husband left me and our son, John for the next life.
I promptly put my wild days behind me and focused on raising my son. We lived near Detroit, Michigan and with a lot of sweat and effort, I built up a decent retail business and by the time John graduated from high school, we were very well off.
It was about the time that John graduated that we both succumbed to the building desires that we both harbored. Perhaps it was Tobias's death that created the bond between us or perhaps it was simply our fate to become lovers, but shortly after John turned eighteen, I spread my legs for him and took my son's virginity. To this day I have never had a lover who made me feel so happy. Every day away from John, is a day that I feel incomplete and unfulfilled. Perhaps I will someday share with you how John and I finally gave in to our incestuous desires, but today, I want to share another story with you.
John and I were a couple...almost married in every sense of the word for over seven incredible years. His life was mostly comprised of going to college, working part time in my store and making me the most well fucked mom on the planet. Left alone, John would never have left, but silly me, I decided he needed to find a girl his own age and make a life of his own and so he took a job in Tennessee when he was twenty-six. Two years later, I married my second husband, Stanley, a handsome man with a silver tongue.
Oh, I won't deny that a couple of times a year, John and I got together...as lovers, we still sizzled and what Stan didn't know didn't hurt him. At age thirty-two, John met his future wife, Lisa and last summer they became engaged. I was overjoyed (and yes, al little jealous). John and Lisa make a lovely couple and with some sadness, I gave up my wonderful lover of a son.
Things took a bad turn for me. It turns out that Stanley had (and has) a major gambling problem and without my knowing it, he wiped out our savings and put me into total bankruptcy with his gambling losses up at the Reservation casinos. Before it was over, I lost my house and my business and I got rid of Stanley as well.
John, my sweet, sweet son, took me in and I moved to Knoxville and into my son's house. Then I moved into his bed again...well, at least most of the time. We hadn't planned it. John and Lisa were making their plans for their wedding, but our mutual attraction was too much. My son and I have too powerful a chemistry to be denied and oh God, I've missed him and his long, hard cock!
Lisa was blissfully unaware that her future husband was receiving the carnal affections of not one, but two women whose world revolved around him. Things just fell into place. Lisa had encouraged John to move me into his house, but preferred to not spend the night there, telling him she felt funny fucking him with his mother in the next room. Some nights John would spend over at Lisa's and some nights he stayed home, encouraged by his future bride to "spend more time with your mom!" Believe you me, he spend his time with me well...as we would fuck and suck until dawn. Other nights, he would go and have sex with Lisa and then come home, especially if she had meetings the next day. I confess I really enjoyed those nights as well, as I would greet him at his door, on my knees eager to taste Lisa's cunt cream on my son's cock!
And that is where our story really begins...this past March...a little less than three months before their wedding. Between our marathon bouts of sex, my son and I would discuss how we would handle things once he and Lisa were married. He told me he had no intention of ever giving me up again, but just didn't know how he was going to tell Lisa about us and keep his blushing bride.
Many nights, we feel asleep after talking about Lisa and us, John's sperm trickling down from my pussy or asshole. I made a study of Lisa and almost drove John nuts, getting him to tell me everything he knew about her. I worked the problem and worked it and finally saw the solution late one night when John talked about how jealous Lisa had acted a year or so ago when her best friend and former college roomie, Theresa had gotten married. Lisa had been the maid of honor, but had been in a snit over the wedding...seeming to John to be a jilted lover.
I was like the Cheshire Cat grinning in the darkness. I knew how I could solve our dilemma and make our life even more pleasurable than ever. I didn't tell John my plan, but told him not to worry, "Momma's gonna take care of everything!"
Now for you visual types, I suppose I should describe us so your naughty imaginations can work up all sorts of wicked imagery. If you've done the math, you know I'm fifty-one years old and with lots of sweat and effort, I flatter myself to think I'm a pretty hot MILF. I'm five foot, three and weigh 138 pounds...just a shade on the voluptuous side with 38 DD breasts and thirty-six inch hips and a twenty-nine inch waist. Very zaftig with these big tits, but thanks to genetics and care, my big boobs don't sag too much. My brown eyes and my blackish-brown hair (with streaks of gray that my son tells me are very sexy), I still can draw my share of wolf whistles and hungry looks.
John stands five-eleven and shares my hair and eyes, but has a slim runner's build and at age thirty-four still has the stamina of a twenty year old. His cock when erect is very long and is thick enough to make me know I'm being stuffed with cock when we fuck!
Lisa is much younger than John...nine years younger. At twenty-five, my son's red headed fiancée is a very sexy girl...standing five foot nine, with an hourglass figure. Her breasts are a healthy 36C and she has a flat stomach (I'm sooo jealous), and a perfect, heart shaped ass. When you factor in her blue eyes, lightly freckled nose and that long, red hair, she is breathtaking!
This past March, I invited Lisa to spend a weekend with me in a resort town in the Smoky Mountains best known for its winter skiing and its abundance of shops and stores. I rented a chalet (fancy word for a furnished cabin, complete with shag carpet and a hot tub...very popular with newlyweds), and after she got off work Friday afternoon, we drove up for the weekend. As far as she knew, we were in for a weekend of shopping and doing the "girls' thing. The poor dear had no idea!
Things started quietly enough. We didn't get in until about nine o'clock and after grabbing a bite to eat downtown, we found the chalet manager and picked up the key. We drove up a winding road to our little chalet and carried our bags in.
"Ooh, Gwen!" It's lovely," my future daughter in law exclaimed. She set her bags down and began to explore the small cabin. "It's wonderful!" I heard her call out...then she said, "Hey! There's only the one bed!"
I stepped into the bedroom which sported a sumptuous king sized bed. "Really? I told them we needed two bed rooms or at least double beds." I said. I was lying of course...this was all part of my naughty plan. "Let me give them a call on my cell." I then proceeded to pretend to call the manager and have a conversation that ended with, "Well...damn. I guess we'll just have to make do."
I closed my phone up and shrugged my shoulders. "He apologized, but said everything is booked for the weekend. I suppose one of us could sleep on the sofa..."
Lisa giggled and said, "That's silly, Gwen. It's a big bed...we can share it. That is, if you don't mind!"
"Not at all, dear." I replied. I winked at her. "It's been a long time since I slept with another woman!"
