After the glorious weekend of sex with my son, Aiden, I went to get not just the morning after pill but also to get myself back on the contraceptive pill. It felt so naughty knowing that I was getting contraception so I could have sex with my own son and let him cum deep inside me. At the same time, however, I knew I didn’t want to get found out. Not only was it illegal, but I also was happily married. Aiden’s Dad, my husband Brian, was a great guy. He just couldn’t keep up with my needs.
I decided I’d let Aiden fuck me again and again, but never when we could get caught. It would be our little secret. So when he rested his hand on my arse while I was making a cup of tea a couple of days later, with his Dad just in the next room, I made it clear he should stop what I was doing.
“But Mum, you said you’d be my live in cum bucket,” he protested.
“That was sort of just sex talk when I was getting carried away,” I hissed back. Aiden looked dejected. “Look, I do want to do it again, but I really do love your father. So you can have me again, but never when he’s in the house at the same time. That’s my golden rule. I’m not ruining my marriage, no matter how nice your cock is.” Aiden grinned and left me.
He did try groping me a few more times over the next few days, but there was no protest when I batted his hand away. I think we’d come to an understanding. The next time we were home alone was Saturday, when Brian went off for his round of golf. It was an early tee off so after he kissed me goodbye, I was only just getting into the shower.
I was slowly massaging shower gel into my breasts when I heard the door to the en-suite bathroom open behind me. “Did you forget something love?” I asked.
“No Mum,” came the reply.
I span round. There was Aiden, wearing just his boxer shorts his big, muscular frame looking delicious. His boxer shorts were tenting obscenely to the font and he was clenching something in his right fist.
“Dad’s gone to play golf” he said as striding towards me. “So now we can fuck.”
“I’ll be done in the shower in a few minutes,” I said, feeling myself getting wet at the image of this handsome young stud wanting me.
“I can’t wait, it’s been a week,” Aiden said as he pushed his boxers down his legs and kicked them off, his thick, hard cock now revealed. “I need you right now.” I then noticed it was a condom wrapper in his right hand. He tore it open and deftly rolled the condom down his rock hard dick.
Before I could say a word, Aiden had climbed into the shower with me and forcefully turned me round and pushed my back slightly. It was clear what he wanted. I stuck my arse back towards him. He clearly wasn’t in the mood to wait around and within seconds I felt a hard spear forcing itself into my cunt.
“Ahh shit, I’ve been needing this for days. This is the best pussy ever,” he sighed as he slid all the way into me. “And it feels like you’re pretty wet Mum, and not just for the shower.”
There was no point denying it. “Yeah I’m wet for my son’s cock. Mummy has needs too.” It wasn’t long before Aiden built up a pace and was pounding me from behind. There’s no other word to describe it. I was being taken hard and the sound of slapping flesh was clear even above the noise of the shower.
Aiden started grunting loudly with each thrust into me. “So fucking good,” he moaned. It was. Before long I felt his thrusts get even harder then he groaned loudly. I felt his cock swell inside me and knew he was cumming. My pussy squeezed him as he shot his load into the condom.
“Oh Mum, shit, I needed that for days,” Aiden told me as he slowly withdrew from me. “Did you cum?”
“No, but I was getting close.” I never lied or faked orgasms just to preserve some fragile male ego. He needed to learn to take care of me.
“Well you need to cum too,” he said, and reached over and turned the shower off, before scooping me up and carrying me out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom. He did this with ease, showing me just how strong he was after all that rugby. I was thrown onto the bed and had my legs spread open before my own son started licking me with enthusiasm.
I hadn’t had my pussy eaten with such vigour for years and soon I was squeezing his head with my thighs as I spasmed in an electric orgasm. Now it my turn to moan. “Fuck, fuck, you’re making Mummy cum with that magic tongue of yours.”
Soon I lay back on my damp sheets in a complete post-orgasmic bliss. Aiden came and lay tenderly beside me, spooning me from behind while his arm was round me and his hand traced a line lazily over my breasts.
“I can’t believe you’re so hot and so horny Mum,” he told me.
“I know, we seem a pretty good match,” I replied, “but you know you didn’t need that condom.”
“What?” he replied. “I didn’t want you having to get another morning after pill, you might get a reputation.”
“That’s very thoughtful, Aiden, but actually I’ve gone back on the contraceptive pill. I’m keeping the pills at work so your Dad won’t find them but I think it feels so much better without a condom.”
I felt his dick harden into the small of my back. “Shit Mum, you think of everything. You want me to fill you up?”
“Yeah, Aiden, I’m sorry, I just can’t get enough of my son. I feel so naughty thinking you’re blasting my insides with your virile young load.”
It was too much for him and I felt his hard-on pushing between my legs. “I need you right now,” he breathed into my ear.
“Then take me you mother-fucker,” I giggled, and reached down to help guide him into me. It felt so much warmer without a condom, his warm flesh directly in contact with my most intimate area. It was too hot for either of us to last long, but he slowed his thrusts to make as last as best he could before we both came together with me begging my son to cum inside his mother and then that triggering my own fireworks.
After that we didn’t get a chance to be alone together for several days but I noticed my son giving me long, lingering looks several times. Things took an unexpected turn the following Wednesday evening. Brian had been working late and returned home in a foul mood. I heard him slamming various cupboard doors then he shouted out, “Sally I can’t find any tonic water. For Christ’s sake, I need a G and T.”
I found him in the kitchen. “Sorry Brian, I must have forgotten to got some.”
“I’m gasping, it’s been a bad day,” he growled back.
I found him a beer and led him to the living room. “Look, you have this and watch some TV,” I said smoothly, turning SkySports on. “I’ll go to the supermarket and get some tonic. We need a few things.
Brian calmed down immediately and relaxed into the armchair. “Sorry I shouted love, that’d be lovely.”
Just then Aiden appeared down the stairs. “Are you going to the supermarket Mum?”
