Son Was Copy Of Late Husband Ch 02

In the first chapter, the perfect relationship I had with my husband, Ron, is described. He was my friend and an excellent lover. About 14 years after our marriage, he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and died shortly after that, leaving me with my 13 year old boy, Sean. Over the following years, I tried to date other available men, but neither was good enough, both socially and in bed.

My son grew fast before my eyes. His appearance and demeanor reminded me of his loving father. When he started college, I noticed he masturbated using my underwear. I assumed it was typical behavior of a growing young man with an overflow of testosterone. But slowly, I changed my mind. The combination of many sexless years, Sean becoming a copy of his father at his age, and knowing my son was having wet dreams using my underwear, all contributed to me beginning to dress more sexily. He ogled me and told me he was attracted to mature ladies. He convinced me to go to a movie with him. The movie was about a young guy fascinated with a much older woman. Then I noticed Sean was staring at my cleavage more often than the screen. I leaned forward, giving him a better look, and later, in the dark, placed his hand on my breast. He got very aroused, like me. We left the theater in the middle of the movie and had a blissful sexual encounter at home.

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"Mom, you are spending too much time at home. Let's go somewhere and enjoy life."

Sean was right. Since his father died, I haven't been anywhere beyond 20 miles from home. The prospect of spending quality time with my son, my friend, my new lover, excited me.

"Honey, I like your idea a lot. Find a destination that combines sun, water, and scenery, and I am in."

"Is it all right to choose a place abroad?"

"Do you have a country in mind?"

"I thought about somewhere in the Mediterranean, like Italy or Spain."

"Sean, book us a flight to Rome. We'll stay there for a week or rent a car and travel around."

"You won't complain later if I arrange everything by myself?"

"You are now the man of the house, literally. You are an adult, and my wish is to have a good time with you. I trust your judgment," I winked at him, "Although you have become insatiable in bed."

He grinned, "It is your fault. First, I inherited my sexual desires from my parents, and second, your gorgeous figure is like a red flag to a bull."

"When we'll be on the trip, you'll have other attractions to focus on."

"Part of the time we'll visit beautiful attractions, but each day we'll be back at our hotel, if you know what I mean..."

I removed my long robe, arched my back, pushed my D-cup breasts forward, and whined, "Honey, you are so cruel. It's such a nice day outside; how can you think about sex all the time?..."

Sean moved in my direction with a hungry look in his eyes, "Mom, you remind me of the sirens who tempted Odysseus. Like him, I am helpless to resist your charms."

"I love being in your strong arms, feeling your muscular chest crushing my boobs."

As I was talking, I could not ignore the growing tent in his shorts. He was big. Bigger than his father, and he turned out to be excellent in bed. Since we started our intimate relationship, he has gradually shown his true colors: From a shy son, he became an insatiable sex animal, just the way I wanted him to be. His fascination with my body knew no boundaries, and I was shameless using him for my own needs. My initial guilt trip of seducing my own son faded rather quickly when I realized he loved his new role.

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A month later, on a Friday evening, we drove to the airport. Our flight left at 9:40 pm, and we knew it would take us 8 and a half hours before reaching Rome. The good news: My son and I had an empty seat near us. Sean sat by the window, and I took the aisle. The food was uninspiring, like most flight meals. We ate the sandwiches and fruit we brought from home.

An hour into the flight, the stewardess dimmed the lights. Sean planned to watch movies. I thought that sleeping was a better idea. I tried to position my body comfortably on the seat, but it was useless.

Sean commented, "Why don't you lay down and use my lap as your pillow?"

"Honey, it's a long flight. If you don't move your legs for hours, you'll suffer tremendously."

"Mom, I'll manage. I love you and want you to get a good rest before starting the trip."

I did as he suggested and found his thighs to be much more comfortable than leaning back on my chair. I was thinking about Italy when the airplane began experiencing a bumpy ride. My head moved up and down, back and forth, on Sean's lap. I wondered how he could concentrate on the movie.

Suddenly, I felt my head hit a hard object. A few seconds later, I realized my son was sporting an erection! I gazed at his face. He smiled at me, "Sorry, Mom. Your sexy body smells so good, and the constant jiggling of your head on my penis aroused me."

I smiled back, "Why is a mother nearby if not to help?"

He stared at me quizzically. I murmured, "Honey, I am thirsty, and it will take time until the stewardess will bring us drinks again." He giggled knowingly and parted his legs somewhat.

Next, I covered my upper body and head with the short blanket and carefully unzipped his fly. With his help, I lowered his briefs and exposed his beautiful member. The thick shaft, with its velvety skin, made me salivate. Since the first time I gave head to my then-boyfriend, I liked the feel, the taste, and the control I had over a man's ability and timing of him cumming. With my husband, frequently, it was a game of how long he could hold before flooding my mouth with his tasty juices. These games made me very horny, and often ended up with me climaxing as well. Offering my services to my son was a tribute to his sacrificing his legs during the flight but also for my own selfish pleasure.

I started by lightly milking the spongy head. It jolted in my mouth, and a drop of precum landed on my tongue. The taste was very mild. I licked the underside of his veiny shaft and reached his sensitive frenulum. I heard him groan softly. I lifted the blanket and noticed Sean leaned backward and closed his eyes. The stewardess's voice asking passengers if they wanted bottles of water was approaching.

I felt very naughty. It reminded me of an episode from my past. When I was 19, Ron persuaded me to give him oral 10 feet from his mother. His Mom was in the living room watching TV, and we were in his room with only the door separating us. I brought him to a happy ending, and he growled loudly. His mother called us to play more quietly because our noises interfered with her hearing the TV sounds...

My lips engulfed Sean's massive pecker, and I began bobbing it at a steady pace. The closer the stewardess's voice sounded, the more I accelerated my ministrations. Eventually, she arrived at our row and asked Sean if we cared for water. I stopped moving my head but sucked harder on his rigid cock, and my palm massaged his ball sack lightly.

He almost choked but managed to blurt, "One bottle will suffice."

She whispered, "Don't you wish to take another one for your sleeping girlfriend? She might get thirsty when she wakes up."

"OK, lady. I'll take another one."

My forefinger trailed from his testicles down to his crack and pressed lightly on his anus. He squirmed in his chair. To his credit, he tolerated my torture bravely. When the stewardess left, he raised the blanket and said with a broad grin, "Mom, you are terrible. You did it on purpose, and I was that close to ejaculating!"

I laughed, "At least you'll remember that for years to come. Anyway, my job is not done yet. Like the stewardess said, I am thirsty, and water will not do."

I attacked Sean's magnificent monster again, taking it inside my oral cavity. I was convinced the tip reached my larynx. I milked his tool mercilessly, knowing my reward would reach my throat in seconds. As predicted, Sean's torso tensed, and his hands grabbed the back of my head. His pelvis bounced up and down fucking my face and seeking relief. I waited impatiently for my special drink. He didn't disappoint: a constant stream of his slimy, thick, oily liquid flowed directly into my eating tube. As the gush diminished, I pulled the pole out slightly, savoring the delicious taste of his seed.

Sean's body relaxed on his seat. I glanced at him and whispered, "Now, do you forgive me for the uncomfortable situation I put you through with the stewardess?"

He faked anger, "No, I don't. You'll pay for it in Italy."

"Honey, it's not fair. You are younger and stronger. Who will protect me?!..."

"Abroad, you won't be my mother. You'll be a travel partner and a sex toy."

"Shame on you! Talking dirty to an oldie... I might call the Carabinieri to stop you."

"Too late, Mo... Mia. You are my property now."

"In that case, I better go to sleep and prepare for the worst."

I covered my head with the blanket and soon fell asleep. I woke up when the plane began its descent into Fiumicino airport.

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We landed Saturday morning. It was warm and humid. We took a taxi to Hotel Artemide, a walking distance from many of the attractions. Sean and I arranged our luggage and went for a stroll. We walked less than a mile and reached the famous Foro Romano, the center of old Rome.

I could recall how thrilled our high school history teacher was talking about the Romans. And now to be in the midst of their ruins... I became emotional. Sean must have sensed it and hugged my shoulder. I leaned on his broad chest and whispered, "All my life, I dreamt about visiting Rome one day. And now I am here with the love of my life."

He smirked, "Mia, don't say that. I might decide to test your love in ways you didn't imagine."

I grinned, "Boy, if you try to harass me, I'll beat you up!"

"Please, don't do it. I promise to try and perhaps, maybe, consider the option to be less evil..."

I giggled, "Jerk!..."

"Mia, kiss me, or I'll call the police you tried to rape me."

"Honey, what happened to you? Can't you be serious when we are in the capital of the Romans?"

"I am not religious, and being close to you for 8 consecutive hours without being IN you is a punishment."

"I have a solution to cool off your raging hormones."

"What is that?"

"You'll see."

We exited the Foro Romano and, across the street, entered an ice cream place. The shelves displayed dozens of tempting, colorful ice cream mounds.

"Here, baby. Have a large cone and enjoy a world-famous Italian ice cream."

Sean laughed, "Mia dear, your solution will work for a short time only. My organ is sending me signals that it's time to check the bed in our hotel."

"Let's compromise. Piazza Venezia is nearby. I've read about this awesome piazza and the palazzo and wish to see it. After that, I'm yours for the taking."

The sneaky stud smiled. I knew he had already thought of something deviant, but I didn't mind. Nobody knew us in Italy, and adventures were part of the fun not being recognized. I was ready for almost anything, as I had felt with his father many years ago.

The piazza was pretty but very crowded. We climbed the stairs of the palazzo and gazed at the impressive monument of King Victor Emanuel II. The temperature and humidity became unbearable, and rather than go inside, we chose to go back to the hotel and rest.

We weren't very hungry and skipped lunch. I took a shower and felt refreshed. Sean was watching an Italian soccer game. I elected to nap for a short time.

I woke up as the sun was out west, probably about to set in 1.5 hours. I saw Sean still watching TV, this time a basketball game. I looked at my watch. It was after 7:00 pm. I must have slept for almost 5 hours!

I said, "Sean, watching TV for many hours is boring. Why didn't you wake me?"

"Mia, I thought if I let you sleep now, I'll get rewarded later..."

I chuckled, "I agreed to this even before my prolonged siesta."

"Let's go eat a good Italian dinner first."

Near the hotel was a highly recommended restaurant. I ordered spinach lasagna with ricotta, while Sean preferred arrosticini. A bottle of Montepulciano was quickly emptied. He finished the meal with tiramisu, and I chose panna cotta with berries. The food was delicious! Not bad for our first day in The Eternal City!

We went back to our room on the upper floor and glanced at the view from our balcony. It was fantastic. Sean moved behind me and hugged my tummy. He whispered, "It is so beautiful on the balcony that I wish to fuck you right here."

I smiled, "Is the romantic sight so exciting, or the knowledge that somebody may see us and enjoy the live show?"

"Both..."

"Don't you have any shame undressing your mother in front of the Italian public?"

"The truth? I don't. In any case, in Rome, you are Mia."

We undressed in the room and exited to the balcony. I leaned on the rails and looked down. Many passers-by roamed the large street below. Some stared at the impressive hotel. A couple of guys noticed me and smiled. I waved at them. Next, Sean turned me around and pushed my shoulders down gently until I knelt at his feet. His prick was at full-mast. Apparently, the thought of his plan was enough to make him horny.

I caressed lovingly his glorious member, admiring god's great creation. My blessed husband abandoned me on his way to heaven, but at least he left a suitable heir...

As my hands cork-screwed his large girth, I gazed at the sidewalk below. Several people stood on the sidewalk across the street, watched us, and even pointed at us.

I mumbled, "Honey, I can see people looking at us already. Are you sure you wish to continue?"

"Yes, Mia. Nothing we do is illegal, and if others want to learn how good sex should be performed, I'll be happy to give them a lesson."

My heart fluttered, and I wasn't sure if it was sudden shyness, excitement, or arousal. I guessed it was all of the above. Knowing I was on a stage had a powerful effect on me. I ensured I wasn't obstructing anyone's view and kissed Sean's mushroomed head tenderly. I licked the head, and slowly, my lips spread around it. Having my son's pacifier in my mouth calmed me, and my lips advanced gingerly over the giant pole. About a minute later, the whole colossus tool was securely lodged in my throat. I lifted my face at Sean, winked at him, and then stared at the small crowd down on the street. I waved at them and began blowing Sean. He grunted and countered my face. My right hand fingers wandered to his crack and massaged the area gently. Sean moaned loudly. I wetted my finger with my saliva, and as I accelerated my oral job, I let my finger invade his anus. He gasped, and within seconds, he erupted in my mouth. I swallowed his precious load, and when done, I grinned at his astonished face.

I said, "Honey, it was a pleasure. However, my knees are not built for this kind of action on the floor. Next time let's do it on a soft carpet."

The bastard giggled, "Too late, Mia. You should have told me before, and I would have brought you a pillow. The fact you waved at the passers-by tells me you didn't suffer too much."

"I admit it. I was and still am aroused."

"That was my hope. The next part is coming soon, but I want you to look at the building across the street. Exactly against us on the 3rd floor, a person is holding a binocular that is directed at us. Better wave to him, too."

I stood up and saw our voyeur. I waved at him with both arms in the air. It was a sign representing both thrill and defiance. It also lifted nicely my tits... The guy waved back at me. He moved sideways, and we could see him much better. He was naked from the waist down, and his right hand played with his rod! So now our act wasn't only a live sex show but a real subject of masturbation. I smiled to myself. Who would have guessed that a 40 year old mother, who was sex-deprived until a few weeks ago, would expose herself and perform overt pornographic acts in public...

I turned to Sean, "Well, Sean, I heard you concocted something else. What is it?"

"Do you see the round table with the 2 seats in the corner? I wish to conquer your cunt on this table."

I've never done it on that kind of a table before. I checked it, and it was made of a strong wood and seemed well-balanced. Sean moved it to the center of the balcony, brought a blanket and a pillow, and laid me on my back with my side to the street below. Clearly, his intention was to fuck me in full view of our audience.

I chortled, "To think that your mother screwed up your education is an understatement. My loving son wishes to show the world how he plows his parent! How can I reveal my face tomorrow? Some of the hotel guests may be watching us right now."

He smiled, "That could be. I think they'll be jealous of you enjoying good sex while they do not."

Subsequently, Sean placed his flaccid member before my eyes. I got the hint and sucked him for 30 seconds before his penis woke up and was ready to pounce. My labia were drenched since the blow job earlier, so I didn't need foreplay.

Apparently, Sean didn't intend to spend time on preliminary games: His huge tool broke through my pussy in a single shove. I wasn't ready, and my breath stopped momentarily. He began ramming it into me fast and furious. I lost consciousness a short time later and had no clue what was happening. I barely remembered I was crying my heart out without the ability to stop myself. My brain started feeling something when Sean's dick exploded inside my womb. He continued drilling into me savagely, and his large palms ravaged my tits. Then his strokes decreased, and seconds later, he pulled out. He approached my face and gazed at his deflating, stained pecker. I grinned, took him in my mouth, and used my tongue to clean him thoroughly.

When I was done, I stood up and smiled, "Is the beast happy after making his mother the most famous slut in Rome?"

He kissed me tenderly and said, "I can taste the mixture of my spunk and your nectar. I love you. In Rome, I wish to enjoy what the city has to offer as well as your heavenly body. While you were asleep, I watched the weather channel. For tomorrow, the temperature is predicted to be in the high 80s. Early morning we can visit The Trevi Fountain, the Colosseum, and the Pantheon. In the afternoon, I was thinking of going to the beach. Capocotta Beach."

"Sean, I like it. All 3 attractions were on my list as well. And when it's too hot, enjoying sea water will be perfect. I am amazed you didn't plan anything racy or sexual, but perhaps a day without it will still be a pleasant one."

"Mia, honey, not so fast. Capocotta Beach is Italy's premier nude beach. Don't count on my good heart to spare your gorgeous body either on the shore or in the water."