generator Note : This is my 1st exclusively Mother/son story so I'm interested in getting feedback from readers to whether or not I'm on the aright track. All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or Old. Your voting and remark are greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance for reading my work.

The cab ride to the hotel had me anxious and excited to see my son Jason. It had been months since he visited me at Thanksgiving with his girlfriend Margo but now I was feeling those comrade yet forbidden itch I've been having on account of this compulsion with my son. And to remember it was only four days ago that I began wanting my son, sexually that is. I can remember it like it had happened just import ago ; the first time I saw his shaft fully erect.

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It had been a hanker, trying day at study and I just wanted to get outta there. Fortunately for me, some papers needed to be dropped off with one of our client whose office just happened to be near my house, so I volunteered to wager courier if it meant I could leave early. I delivered the paperwork and went household with visions of me in my bathtub, with a looking glass of wine and the mellow melodic line of Rod Stewart soothing away my tensions. What I discovered at home was anything but peaceful.

I opened the door and found my son Jason standing behind his lady friend Christy. She was kneeling on my cast with Jason's cock sliding in and out of her. They were both naked as would be expected from two teenagers engaged in a sexual act and for a dissever second gear neither of them noticed me. I guess the threshold completion or my gasp got Jason's attention. His eye bugged out and he jumped back from Christy, leaving her pretty little ass up in the air and all alone. It was then I got my first dependable look at my son's gorgeous erect cock. It curved upward with a thick meaty slam ; veins protruding along its length. The headland was bulbous and empurpled, oozing at the tip. The unharmed thing glistened with Christy's juices and I was captivated.

Time stood still at that import as the persona, audio and odour I was experiencing were burned into my computer storage. It was all so detailed. The look of electrical shock on Jason's face, the smell of pleasure and disappointment on Christy's expression, the olfactory sensation of sex in the air, the wet slurp Jason's shaft made as it left his lady friend sopping pussy ; all of it registered at that one moment and was saved. I couldn't look away ; I wanted to see and yet didn't want to see.

"Mom, I…"Jason stammered and it yanked me back to reality.

My paw shot out haltingly and I went upstairs, locking myself in my room. I was panting but I knew it wasn't from dashing up the stairs. I'm in decent shape so that brief exertion wasn't making me poor of breath. It suddenly became stifling in my room and I removed my blouse then my skirt. I stripped off my bra making my expectant boob sway angrily. I was about to remove my panties and rayons when I saw my reflection in the mirrored closet door. I didn't distinguish the woman staring back at me. Her face and cervix were flushed, her mamilla looked as hard as a couple of marbles and there was a huge wet position between her legs. She looked aroused…No, she looked desperately horny to be honest. The picture from downstairs appeared again in my mind as I looked into the mirror and was bombarded with emotions.

The impact and embarrassment was to be expected, walking in on my son and Christy as they did what any healthy Lester Willis Young citizenry would be doing with hormone raging in their youthful organic structure. I was a little angry but I couldn't be too mad at them. They were both xviii and I did the Lapplander thing at their age too. I think I was a bit mad because they were doing it on my couch instead of my son's bed. I just hope there wasn't too big of a mickle.

It was the jealousy that caught me off guard. I figure it's cancel to find jealousy as a woman when you see another getting something that you want from soul you care about like a boyfriend, a husband or a devotee but Jason is my son. I shouldn't be green-eyed of his girlfriend, at least not when it comes to sex but it had been a yearn time since I felt the touch of a man.

I divorced my married man when Jason was only ten years old. The pity and insufficiency I felt from him leaving me for a younger woman sent me into self imposed celibacy ; I didn't want to be with a man. That was eight years ago. Had it really been that long ? I masturbated but that was the extent of my intimate life up to this distributor point. However, now I wanted more. I wanted to be in Christy's place. I wanted to be kneeling on my couch with my round ass in the air and my big tits smashed into the shock. I wanted to feel the insect bite of being stretched around a buddy-buddy hard cock as it entered my disregard kitty, filling me like only a stiff throbbing cock can fill a adult female. And I wanted my son to be the proprietor of that putz.

‘ WHOA ! GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF CANDICE !'a disembodied voice shouted inside my head.

What I wanted was wrong. It was also illegal and socially unsufferable but I couldn't help what I was feeling. Shame and disgust kicked in and I stripped off my underclothes and hosepipe and bolted for the bathroom. I turned on the shower and jumped right into the icy flow, hoping to wash away the grease. I stood there trembling as the water warmed but I don't think the temperature of the water was the causa of my shivering. My tegument felt hot and my snatch was on fire and no amount of scouring was going to cleanse me of these urges. It took a while before I realized my water card could hit six frame and nothing would change. This was scary, unfamiliar territorial dominion for me. I'd NEVER had unfitting thinking toward Jason before and I didn't understand where they were coming from. I shut off the water to dry myself ; so much for a relaxing afternoon.

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I paid the cab driver and got checked in. I was about to go up to my way to freshen up when Jason texted me where and when to meet him before the ceremonial ; I was running late ! He suggested taking an Uber rather than driving myself but I hadn't even had fourth dimension to rent a car at the airport do to the flight delays I had. I figured I could get to the hotel, clean up and take a cab to the school. I had my bags taken to my elbow room and heeded my son's suggestion. Fortunately the Uber driver that picked me up ( I think his name was Todd ) was a educatee at the University and knew exactly where Jason wanted to assemble. He got me there with some sentence to dispense with, thank God.

I scanned the sea of caps and gowns and riotous parents and friends and household but I didn't see Jason. I did see Margo in her cap and gown but my son wasn't with her. Had they broken up ? Seeing her brought back store of their visit at thanksgiving. Over the yr since Jason left for school, we'd kept in touch by phone, email and texting. He'd sent me pictures of the different young woman he was ‘ dating'at school ( Diane, Josie, Beth and a duet others ) but Margo was the first he brought home.

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They had flown from Portland, Beaver State to Sacramento to see her parents and family on Thanksgiving itself. They drove down to Long Beach to stay with me for the weekend before heading back to Sacramento then flying back for school. I was glad to have my son nursing home even if it was just a legal brief sojourn. I'd missed him but not the insalubrious urges his visit would repair.

When they arrived at my door I hugged them both, not wanting to linger over long in my son's weaponry and crusade intuition. Margo was about my height with a buxom figure and long dark hair. I invited them in and Jason took their bags to his room while Margo and I got acquainted. She was my son's age and shared a few classes with him. That's how they met. Jason returned and we moved to the kitchen so that I could cook and continue our conversation.

We had dinner and shared some wine. Jason and Margo took turns telling embarrassing stories about one another as we talked late into the eventide. Jason was going to take Margo and me website seeing in the break of day since Margo had never been farther south in California than Bakersfield so they called it a night and went to bed. I stayed up for a while to houseclean some lulu before retiring. I think I was just stalling. I wanted to give them time to get to bed and have whatever sex they were going to have before I got to my room and had to heed to it. I was thoroughly aroused by this fourth dimension and was feeling very green-eyed of Margo too. I liked her, I really did but she was in bed with my son ; where I wanted to be but couldn't. Once I'd cleaned everything that could be cleaned and then some, I trudged off to my room.

I listened at Jason's door briefly as I passed. I didn't hear anything and was relieved. I got undressed and climbed into bed, vowing not to touch myself while thinking of my son. ‘ The Charles Herbert Best repose plans of mouse and men,'I think the expression goes. I heard a indulgent moan or at least I thought I did. Maybe I imagined it but then I heard it again. My room shared a wall with Jason's so I knew it was him and Margo possibly getting fired up for another unit of ammunition. The moan got louder and I could evidence they were Jason's. Was Margo riding his cock or still stroking him back to life ? Maybe she was sucking him. I felt a shiver run through me. I wanted to suck Jason's hammer. I wanted to seduce him hard so I could slide his hammer into my stringent pussy and cod him…SHIT !

I sat up and opened my nightstand drawer. There it was, my son's cock. Well it was the dependable facsimile I could come up with from memory inasmuch as I couldn't have the rattling matter. I removed the dildo from its hiding post and reached for the bottle of lubricate next to it. Hearing more groan and feeling the quantity of juice flowing from my slit I decided lubricating substance wasn't needed tonight. I kicked off the covers and removed my panties and tank top. I laid back and pass around my legs all-encompassing preparing to plunge Jason Jr. into my thirsty pussy. I'd spent a lot of clip online and in a few adult memory before deciding on this item toy. It was the most accurate copy of my son's cock that I could find and it had brought me MANY sexual climax over the finally few old age.

The moaning stopped and I hoped they hadn't heard me. There were some quiet down voices and a giggle then I heard the bed in my son's room creak. It wasn't continuous squeaking like they were fucking, more like shifting post. Was he going down on her ? Had they called it quits ? God I hope not…I can't believe I just thought that. I heard more screak then Margo gasped and let out a soft groan. I felt myself thrill. I had the mind of my dildo gliding along my wet crevice and it hit my inflamed clit. I bit my lower lip to keep on from crying out.

The creaking took on a rhythm and I knew they were fucking. There were more hushed Logos as the tempo increased. I obviously couldn't recite what position they were in so my mind recalled that master copy image of Jason and Christy but Christy was replaced by Margo. I suppressed a groan as I teased the entrance of my kitty-cat with the head of my toy. And as I did the look-alike changed again, now Margo disappeared and I was her replacement. This time I did groan but it must have gone unnoticed by Jason and Margo because they didn't stop or even slow down.

I quickly turned over, getting my knees under me and my ass in the air, just like I remembered Christy. I flung my tenacious black hair over my shoulder and pushed the dildo into my needy pussy. I pumped it in and out, keeping time with my son's squeaking bed while trying to rest quiesce. Margo's gentle yell were coming quicker and eminent in rake ; she was getting close and so was I. I squeezed the silicone shaft with my vaginal muscular tissue, making believe it was Jason and I was trying to prepare him cum. I was so close now, just a little more and I'd be there. I heard Jason grunt and Margo cried out despite her efforts to remain silence. I knew Jason was cumming and he'd made her cum too. What he didn't know is that he made me cum as well. I bit my pillow to maintain from screaming as the orgasm raged through my body. It was so intense. I'd never cum like that even when fantasizing about Jason fucking me. It had to be the added input of him and Margo fucking in the next room that made it so potent. By the time I came down from that terra firma shattering orgasm, I was a sweaty, trembling mess.

repose returned succeeding door and I now lay on my back panting. It was then shame and guilt feelings came calling. I was such a mess and I don't mean just physically. I managed to get to my feet and staggered to the ensuite. I soaked a face cloth and ran it over my consistence, helping me nerveless down. I relieved myself then returned to my effort soaked flat solid ; staring at the ceiling for what must receive been an hour before falling into a spasmodic sleep.

In the morning I woke with a starting signal ; trope of incestuous sex lingering in my mind. It was still too soon but I knew I wouldn't be able to settle back to sleep. If I stayed in bed, I'd have my toy back in natural process and I didn't want to wake up my son or Margo with the sounds of me fucking myself silly. So I got up, put on my scanty, tank top and my best-loved robe and decided to get some coffee in my system.

As I left my room, I met Margo in the Charles Francis Hall on her way to the bathroom. Her whisker was a mess, probably like mine, and she was wearing the robe I'd bought Jason that was exchangeable to the one I had on. She looked at me with heavily lidded eyes and gave me a weak smile. We could have passed as sisters, with me being the much older one of course.

"Morning Margo,"I whispered, not knowing if Jason was awake yet.

"morning,"she yawned as she entered the bathroom.

Once she closed the doorway I looked at the door to my son's elbow room. It was surface just a go. I peered in, I couldn't help myself. I didn't know what I was hoping to see but what I did see lit the fire in my pubes once more. Jason was on his back still sleeping. When Margo had gotten up, she must sustain shifted the covers leaving them just above my son's waist. The head of his cock was barely concealed beneath the tented rag. My heart was racing and my mind was trying to will that sheet back so I could see Jason's impressive daybreak wood.

I was assaulted by conflicting thoughts. Some begging me to go in and consider a aspect while others screamed for me to get the coffee started like a ripe mother would. I began to listen to the vox urging me to insert his room. I saw his rooster vellication and I gasped. Fortunately he didn't hear me. Scenarios unfolded in my head as my panties grew mute. I could still smell the lingering aroma of sex coming from his elbow room and that didn't supporter my electric current shape. What if I snuck in there and pulled the sheet back for a nimble look ? Maybe I could straddle him while covering his eyes so if he woke up, he'd think I was Margo in a playful modality. I could slew his cock inside me before…I heard the toilet outpouring and it snapped out of my fantasy world. I hastily made my way down step and started breakfast.

* * *

Jason's deal on my articulatio humeri made me jump.

"Sorry Mom, I didn't mean value to scare you,"he said hugging me.

"That's okay baby, I'm just glad you found me."

"Yeah it's loony out here,"he commented, looking around.

"I saw Margo over there and was surprised you weren't with her."

"Well…we're not exactly seeing each other anymore,"he replied, casting his eye downward.

"That's too bad. I thought she was a overnice girl. What happened ?"

"Mom…,"he shuffled nervously,"I don't really want to get into that right now okay ?"

I nodded and gave him another hug. He gave me a political platform for the ceremonial occasion and told me where I should sit for the best view as he walked on stage. We were going to take on back up at this Lapplander spot afterward and I was going to take him out for a squeamish dinner to lionise. He had to get seated himself so he gave me another quick hug before dashing off.

The ceremony was long and sort of boring except for the part when Jason walked on stage to get his diploma. I screamed my head off. We met back up and he drove me to my hotel so I could pick up and get changed. He was such a gentleman ; telling me I looked beautiful and that I didn't need to change but I had plans. He patiently sat by the windowpane in my cortege as I took a quick shower bath and got prepare. I pulled out all the stops. I had a new dress, new heels and even new hosiery for the function. This was a limited Nox for Jason and if things went right, it could be very extra for both of us ! Once I was dressed and had my composition on, I stepped into my new heels and went out to read my son.

Jason's jaw dropped when he saw me ; just the reaction I was hoping for. My dress was a build try-on issue that was strapless but had a sheer top that came up my neck and had matching long sleeves. It hugged my breaking ball down to the middle of my thighs, that's where my expensive hosiery took over, encasing me from shank to toe. public speaking of my toes, they were freshly painted and could be seen peeking out of my five column inch platform pumps veiled in gossamer nylon. My long black hair's-breadth fell in waves down my backbone. I'd been letting it produce. I held my munition out from my sides and made a slow turn.

"Well…What do ya think ?"

Jason swallowed hard before trying to speak,"Holy shit Mom ! You look incredible !"

"Oh honey, that's so Sweet of you to say,"I hugged him. Even in my towering dog I had to look up to him but as I held Jason I felt a excrescence in his pants. I think my gist skipped a beat.

On the ride down in the lift I suggested we bequeath his car at the hotel and take an Uber to dinner. That way we wouldn't have to vex about drunkenness and driving. Jason agreed. We didn't have to hold off long for the driver to arrive. I gave him the address of the eating place and we were off.

I think Jason was a bit shocked at the place I'd picked for dinner. The Ringside Steakhouse was known for its incredible food and high-pitched prices but money wasn't an government issue tonight, we were celebrating. We had cocktails while we waited for our table, champagne with our starters and a fine wine-colored with dinner. I made sure to sit close to Jason in the booth. I'd graze his leg with mine or put my deal on his thigh when he made me laugh and of grade gave him heap of motherly buss. I was so well-chosen to be with him and was looking forward to him coming home soon so that he'd be close again, even if I had to be a traditional female parent and curb my lustful impulse. I ordered us some porthole to go with our dessert and it was phenomenal but that's when he dropped the bomb on me.

"Lone-Star State ! What's in Texas ?"I nearly started to cry.

"I got recruited by a big company out there. Besides it's cheaper for me to live and I can get my own place Oklahoman,"he replied trying to appeal to my coherent slope.

That theatrical role of me had been pushed aside by the wanton urges I was having for him so I shouldn't be surprised that I didn't see the logic in his word of honor. I didn't want to see it but I had to put on a appearance of excitement so as to prevent from breaking down in tears. My evening had been dashed on the rocks. He described the wonderful opportunity he was getting and all I could think is ‘ My son isn't coming home.'I ordered a s drinking glass of port to help drown my sorrow.

As I paid the bill, Jason got a text from one of his friends. They were having a ‘ going away'gathering at a nearby pub and wanted him there so they could all have one conclusion drink before going their furcate ways. He had a interested look on his human face when he asked if I minded if he went. Of course I minded. I wanted him for myself that evening, especially since he would be leaving for TX in a hebdomad or so and wanted me to send his stuff and nonsense to him from home. He wasn't even coming back to pick it up himself. I wanted him to take me back to my hotel and fuck my brains out but that didn't seem like it would materialize either. But what he asked following helped move up my spirits.

"Do ya wan na come with me ?"placing his hand on my second joint and giving it a rub.

I don't know if it was a sympathy rub, an exploratory rub or something else but his mitt on my thigh was electrifying. I wanted to grab it and press it against my wet pussy to show up him how much I wanted him but I maintained control.

"Are you sure you want your mother as a drinking crony tonight ? I might halter your style when it comes to the ladies."

"Don't concern about it,"he replied with a dismissive moving ridge,"It'll be fun."

I know how these kinds of assembly go. I went to college and to those parties. It's all about drunkenness, pairing up and disappearing for some bon voyage sex but if he didn't listen his mother tagging along and partying with his friend, I was happy to expend as much time as I could with my son.

The pub was a mates blocks away so we decided to walk ; probably not the best idea. It took us a while to hide that distance because walking two pulley-block in my ridiculously high school heels was more ambitious than I had thought. I really didn't want to give way an mortise joint and expend the evening in the emergency brake room.

When we arrived, the place was packed with twenty-something's and one old lady. blab about feeling overdressed AND outta place. Jason's ally had taken over the gage quoin of the joint and the drinks were flowing. I was handed a beer before I was even introduced. A young man named Randy hopped off his chair and offered it to me as Jason said his ‘ Hello's.'

One of the more intoxicated cat waved at me,"Hey Margo…Lookin'good tonight."

"I'm not Margo I'm…"

"This is Candice,"Jason interrupted while giving me a funny look.

I wasn't sure what his motif was for introducing me as Candice and not his mother but I was leave to fiddle along. With all the names being shot at me from around the mesa, there was no way I'd remember all of them. The mix of guy rope and little girl were very favorable and the conversations returned to professors they loved or course they hated but being the ‘ old Lady'at the mesa and not being a student at their University, I just listened and smiled and drank free beer. Jason was drinking too and at some degree his script came to rest on my back. I didn't mind, in fact I rather enjoyed his touch. It made me finger like his girlfriend rather than his mother.

A bout of stab hit the mesa and they quickly disappeared. I even helped. More beer arrived and the drinking continued. It wasn't long before I realized my son's hand had moved down my back and was now cupping my ass cheek. It felt wonderful having Jason touching me like that even if he was doing it mindlessly. Another daily round of shots arrived and I joined in the toast even though I had no melodic theme what we were toasting.

Jason excused himself to use the convenience and less than a minute later I felt a hand on my berm and a young man was asking me to dance. It was Randy, the guy that gave up his seat for me. Well I like to trip the light fantastic and the alcohol had given me a decent buzz so ‘ What the hell ?'Randy was grandiloquent like my son, handsome too with a roguish smile and boyish appealingness. On the dance floor if you could prognosticate it that, mass were bumpin'and grindin'to music I was unfamiliar with but it had a good round and I know how to move to a beat.

Randy was a safe dancer and very charming, complimenting me on my outfit and dancing skills. Let me severalise you that as a fair sex, old enough to be the female parent of well-nigh of the people in the place, it felt really good to get a untested handsome man stroking my ego. As the second call ended, I could see Jason looking at me from the mesa. I started dancing as the music came up again, putting on a bit of a show for him. I felt Randy's manus on my swaying pelvic girdle and his backbreaking putz grinding into my ass. God I'm so horny. I then saw the unhinge tone on Jason's fount and quickly spun around to put a petty distance between me and Randy. He pursued and tried grinding on me from the front but I kept swaying and shifting until the Song ended. I was relieved I'd been able-bodied to avoid him but a slow song started and he moved in again.

"creative thinker if I cut in ?"Jason asked, giving Randy a stern look then pulled me close into his arms.

I was in Heaven as I clung to my boy. His hands were on my waist and mine were around his neck as we swayed to the music. I felt like we were alone on that crowded dance floor now that my son was holding me. I didn't want it to end and I could see he was smiling down at me.

"What's that grinning for ?"I asked.

"Nothing…"

"C'mon young man,"furrowing my brow,"don't lie to your mother."

"It's just the look on your case when you saw me watching you and Randy dry-humping…"he chuckled, shaking his head and I blushed,"I'm sorry about Randy. He can be a little aggressive."

"wellspring at least you came to my rescue."

"And forgive Derek for mistaking you for Margo. He's pretty drunk and I think he has a thing for…"

I didn't hear much after that as I was hit by a sudden realization. It was like a tart slap in the face. That break of day I encountered Margo in the hall came rushing back. She and I could be Sister. Or was she a alternate for me. I thought about Jason's other girlfriends prior to Margo and other than Christy ; they were all brunettes with buxom fig and relatively large breast…just like me. My knees became weak and I staggered. Jason caught me before I fell.

"Mom, are you alright ?"

"I think…I think you should hold me back to the hotel,"I replied, not meeting his gaze,"All that alcohol has gone to my head."

But I was the prevaricator now. I was suddenly stone sober or at to the lowest degree I was thinking clearly, as clearly as a mother could be thinking as she contemplated fucking her own son…A son who had been dating charwoman who matched my physical de * * * * * * * * * * * ion to a T. Was it just a co-occurrence ? I hoped it wasn't because I was going to prove my theory once we were alone in my hotel room. Jason got out his telephone and got us a drive back to the hotel.

He and I walked to the lift but I was in my own piffling man. My intellect was racing and my heart pounding with expectancy and fear. I was afraid I might be unseasonable and the consequences that I'd face if I was. I could end up driving my son away from me forever. But I kept seeing the exposure of all those other women and reliving that moment in the hall with Margo. I know I'm right but I have to be sure.

When we got to my room I invited Jason in. He appeared unquiet. So was I but I didn't want him to leave just yet. I had to hold open him here long enough to essay my theory. I had to think quickly.

"Honey…why don't you hang out here for a while and sober up. I don't want you driving and getting pulled over by the police,"I said putting on my best ‘ concerned mother'face.

Jason nodded and headed for the chair by the window again.

"Jason,"I turned and pulled my tomentum to the face,"Can you unzip me please ?"

He stepped up behind me and I took a one-half step back to bear on my ass into his bulwark. His turncock was hard as steel and my pussy began to flow. He ran the zipper down and stepped back, keeping his optic on me. I opened the room access separating the bedroom from the rest of the elbow room and walked to the bed. I swayed my pelvis seductively while watching my son. Jason's center moved up and down my form. I removed my right hand arm from its arm and placed it over my chest before freeing my left. Jason was still watching me. I slowly turned and motioned to him come closer. He did.

I shifted my right arm, letting the top of my dress autumn and exposed my chest to him. Jason stood there staring, mouth agape love in sheer wonderment. I shimmied my dress down past my hips allowing it to pool at my feet. I stepped to the side, kicked off my heels and picked up the attire, laying it on the bed. My stunned son was frozen in place. I was now standing in straw man of him in just my seamless pantyhose and lacey lash. My nipples ached and my scanty were soaked. I'm sure he could smell my arousal ; I definitely could.

I moved in close to Jason, putting my subdivision around his neck. I looked into his eyes, searching for anything that would make me believe he didn't want what I was about to volunteer. Not seeing anything damaging I drew him down for a kiss. It was gentle and loving like a mother would pass on to her son she loved and was proud of. His lips seemed unwavering. I pulled back to look at him again. I could see discombobulation and something else. I was hoping it was lecherousness. I kissed him again. This fourth dimension lingering longer and caressing his lips with my tongue. When I pulled back, Jason's script went to my pelvic arch and he pulled me in tight. He kissed me and I opened my mouth to his probing clapper. His strong fingerbreadth kneaded my ass cheeks through their silky arcsecond skin. I moaned.

My hands went to his belt and quickly unfastened it. I then unbuttoned his trouser and unzipped his fly. Our tongues wrestled as I freed his rearing dick. I moaned again feeling it in my mitt for the first prison term after so long imagining it. It was hot and grueling and tricksy with pre-cum. I was about to check our lustful kiss and take it into my mouth when Jason shoved me backward onto the bed. He removed his trouser and throw out his shirt to the floor before climbing onto the bed between my legs. We kissed again. My blazonry held him tight and my legs ringlet around his waist. I wasn't going to let go. His throbbing tool came to rest on my unbendable button and I gasped. He rocked his pelvic girdle, grinding his shaft into my wet cleft. I thought I was going to mislay my creative thinker. I bucked my hips in time with his when my first coming expunge me like a walkaway train. I screamed in raptus, trembling and writhing beneath my son. After that I drove my tongue down his throat in a lustful kiss until my orgasm faded.

I lay there panting, unwilling to free my grip on Jason. He was staring into my middle with a burning hunger. He was going to get it on me. And I was going to let him. I had wanted this for so long, how would I not ? Jason moved up and I released my arms and legs. I reached for the waistband of my nylons and thong to off them but my son had other mind. He tore surface my hosepipe and yanked my lacy thong to the slope. His hammer was in me before I could raise a protest about him ruining my expensive pantyhose. I shrieked as his steel arduous cock filled me and then I didn't devote a darn about anything. If the toll to make my son fuck me was a snap pair of $ 50 Wolford's, I'd gladly pay it.

Neither of us moved for those commencement few irregular that our bodies were joined. I think we were both in shock at what we were doing. Until the mo he impaled me with his sloshed dent, all that we'd done could have been passed off as boozy hijinks. Not anymore. We'd crossed the line into SERIOUS forbidden district and there was no going back. I didn't want to go back and hopefully neither did Jason.

I mentioned before there was nothing like the smell of being filled by a nice big, thick, knockout cock and I stand by that statement. The toy I'd purchased to replicate that feeling did a good job but it pales in compare to the real thing ; the heating and firmness of a throbbing, fully set up cock, buried to the hilt in my kitty could not be duplicated by cold silicone. And the fact that this throbbing rooster was attached to my son made it all the easily. I can't excuse it except for saying he fit me perfectly, like pieces of a preciseness saber saw puzzle. But I didn't just want him to lay there with his beautiful cock inside me.

"piece of tail me, baby. Please fuck me,"there was everlasting desperation in my voice.

To his credit, Jason didn't hesitate and withdrew his cock until just the head remained in my clenching hole then he drove it home again…and again…and again. And after roughly a XII strokes I exploded in climax for the second time.

"OH baby I'm cumming…I'm cumming for you…I'm cumming…"I was trying to be quiet but I don't know how successful I was at it.

Jason kept pumping away with me bucking and thrashing under him. One of his hands supported his eubstance while the other alternately squeezed my breasts and twisted and rolled my aching mamilla. He was in force at pleasing his female parent, that's for sure. I had come down from that latest highschool but was well on my way to orgasm telephone number three. Jason was huffing and puffing and I could tell by the urgency of his thrusts that he was close too. Then he made a loud gasp followed by several savage lunges.

"MOM, I'M CUMMING ! Oh FUCK I'm cumming !"

I wanted to praise him or encourage him but when that first geyser of his hot seed sprayed inside me, all I could wangle was a wretched squeak because it set off my third climax of the even and it was intense. My eyes rolled back in my headway and I saw stars. Jason kept driving into me, grunting like and animal. I wanted to hold on but my limbs felt like Jell-O and weren't responding to my commands. Jason briefly collapsed on top of my quivering body, gulping down air. When I was able to move again, I reflexively clamped my legs back around his waist. I didn't want him to pull out because he felt so right inside me. His tool continued to pinch in my pussy causing it to declaration in response but I could feel him shrinking. I reluctantly released him and Jason rolled onto his back beside me.

There was a long silence where all that could be heard was our ragged external respiration. I was staring at the ceiling contemplating what had just happened between us and I think Jason was too. I was so afraid he was going to regret what we'd done. My hand sought his and when I found it, our fingers laced together. I held his helping hand, not indisputable what to say or do until the silence became deafening to me.

"Jason…I love you."

"I love you too mom,"his voice was quieten and reserved.

"babe, I don't want you to regret what we did. It was wonderful…"my language trailed off but I couldn't full stop there,"I don't want this to commute things between us."

He turned his head toward me,"How can it not alter things between us ?"I felt terror at his words. I turned to confront him and I guess I was crying because he reached over and wipe rent from my cheeks."Don't cry mom. I didn't mean value that in a bad way."

I let out an audible sigh,"I was so care you thought I was a severe person."

He kissed me softly then said,"How could I possibly think that. You're the most wondrous cleaning woman I know."

That did it. The alluvion William Henry Gates opened and I really started to cry. They were split of joy but I was blubbering like a little miss. My beautiful boy didn't think I was a disgusting lusus naturae and that put me on cloud nine. I clung to him as the tears flowed. He was caressing my back and combing his finger through my stew soaked hair the whole prison term I was making a mark outta myself. When I was finally able to look him in the eye again he gave me a big smile and my ticker melted.

"Mom…Can I ask you a doubt ?"

"Sure honey, anything ?"I responded with a sniffle.

"When did you first bulge to…ya know…think about having sex with me ?"

My cheeks felt like they were on fire. I can't believe I'm embarrassed about anything after what had just happened, especially an fair question like that. I must make felt self conscious about how recollective I've lusted for him and all of my lustful thoughts and act since I first felt those incestuous impulse. He remained smiling, patiently waiting for my answer.

"Do you commend that day I caught you and Christy nookie on my sustenance room couch ?"he was now blushing too,"When I saw your beautiful peter standing straight up, all wet with her juices, I knew I had to receive you."

"Why did it direct you so long to do anything about it ?"

"Jason, you have to understand I'm not supposed to cause those form of thoughts about my son. It's wrong on so many levels. I felt so dirty yet I couldn't terminate thinking about you in that way. I thought I was a horrifying person so I did my honorable to shroud it,"I could feel the rip welling again.

He leaned in and kissed me and it felt like the weight of the world was lifted from me. We kissed for several arcminute after that. It wasn't like before, urgent and libidinous, but delicate and loving. We held each other, caressed each other, just enjoying our new found amour. The following meter we broke, I had a nagging interrogative for him.

"So…How long have you been lusting for me ?"

"I think it was the same day you realized you wanted me,"he replied bashfully. I guess I had a confounded look on my typeface so he went on,"I saw the look in your heart and although I was scared to death you're gon na castrated me for catching us fucking, I'd seen that like look in Christy's eyes every time we were about to do it. I was confused at first but also very turned on by the possibility you wanted to fuck me. How did you know I wanted to fuck you ?"

"Gee, let me think…It could stimulate been that the finish half-dozen girls you've dated looked like clones of a younger me…"I replied sarcastically,"I just didn't pull in it until tonight when your drunken buddy thought I was Margo and I put two and two together while we were dancing."

I snuggled in closer to my son, tossing a leg over one of his, gliding it up and down. When I did Jason shivered and made a soft moan. I also noticed his putz twitched and I took it in hand. It was sticky with our combined succus but I didn't care. I gave it a gentle cam stroke while keeping my leg moving over his peel and he shivered again.

"Do you like that ?'I asked, watching his expression.

"Mmm hmm,"he nodded.

"Which one ? My hand or my leg ?"

"Both,"he looked directly at me and I could see his cheek flush again,"You might conceive this is a bit weird but I love seeing your legs in nylons. I've always had a thing for charwoman in pantyhose but your legs drive me nuts."

"Well…I think that's pretty tame given the circumstances but I'm flattered my legs play you on,"I lifted my calfskin, twisting it slope to side while flexing my toes,"But do me a favour, next time ask before you tear into my hosiery. These were really expensive."

"Sorry,"he gave me a rueful grin,"but…could you go away them on for now ?"

I laughed,"Sure baby, anything for you."

His cock was throbbing in my helping hand ; begging for attending. I slid down his consistence and took the head in my mouth. It tasted wonderful. I've always liked the flavor of my own pussy but to try it mixed with his cum made Jason's putz absolutely Delicious. I took More of his distance into my backtalk, swabbing it with my natural language. Once I'd cleaned it of all our juices, I began bobbing on it just to hear Jason moan in ecstasy. Pleasing my son was intoxicating to me. I could've sucked on him forever but now my pussy was begging for attention.

I scrambled onto my son's hips and aimed his prick at my drooling sex. I dropped my weight unit, skewering myself on Jason's strict dick. I nearly came right there and then. Jason's helping hand cupped my breast and I shivered in delight. He played with my tits as I rode him and with the added arousal of his talented fingers, I came very hard again. I trembled and quaked as my orgasm consumed me. I was washed away by waves of joy, it was incredible.

I finally crumpled onto Jason's chest panting and twitching. He just held me in his arms and that was almost as pleasurable as my hold out orgasm. I felt bad he didn't cum too but I laid there catching my breath. It wasn't long though before his hips started moving and I knew he needed relief.

I crawled off my son and remained on my hands and knee. This was how I'd always pictured being fucked by Jason and I suddenly felt energized. My heart was racing again and I could see the excitement in his centre as he maneuvered behind me. His hands caressed my silky ass and thighs for a few agonizing moments then he gripped my waist and pulled me back to him. I was trembling again.

His cock found my sopping slit and he sheathed himself fully in my wet depths. I dropped my head to the mattress and cried. It was a dream come confessedly and it felt better than I'd ever imagined. I may have had a nonaged orgasm at that moment as well but I can't be sure.

Jason started fucking me and let me tell you, he fucked me like a man possessed. He slammed into me concentrated and riotous to the level of pushing me up the bed. My pussy gripped his pistoning cock as wet as I could, trying to give him the most pleasure possible. I wanted him to cum again inside me. I wanted to feel his hot sperm splashing into my womb. His powerful accident became shorter and more brutish but I didn't guardianship. I just wanted him to jazz me. I would make called his name or given him encouragement but his pounding was forcing the air from my lungs in the form of guttural groans.

When Jason stabbed himself in me, holding my ass to his pelvic arch, I knew he was going to cum. My stockinged groundwork locked over his calves and I gripped the sheets with Patrick White knuckles as he flooded my bitch with his fiery cum. It was absolutely key. I came too as he emptied his ballock in me. There is nothing in this humans that could possess made me well-chosen at that moment than to be joined with me son so intimately.

I don't screw how foresightful it was that we stayed like that ; mother and son locked together in that carnal mating. I was so dizzy that I may have lost cognizance for a bit. I do remember Jason pulling me over onto my side as he held me in the blissful afterglow. His cock remained in my velvety grip for quite a while before losing its strength and slipping free. I felt so empty…It made me sad even though I was in my son's loving arms, recovering from the best orgasm of my liveliness. I wanted Jason more now than ever.

"Jason…I want you to appease with me,"my voice was soft.

"Don't worry mom, I'll stay the night with you,"he replied in a sleepy voice.

"No honey, I mean I want you to spend the residual of the weekend here with me. I don't want to leave alone this room for anything. I want you to hold me and kiss me and fuck me until neither of us can travel,"I was pleading.

"I'd be felicitous to mom."

He drifted off to sleep after that and I was ecstatic. I lay there in his arm happier than I'd been in many years but it was climbing nightshade. I knew after this weekend, he'd be off to start his own lifetime as a untested college graduate and I'd be alone. I wanted him to be successful so I focused on that rather than self pity. No issue, I was going to enjoy what was left of this weekend with my howling son.

Ten Months Later

It took me a spell to get acclimatized to the atmospheric condition in the Fort Worth country but I was managing. I had a laborious time convincing my boss to let me transfer to our TX branch but eventually he reluctantly agreed. I sold my house and moved into a prissy four sleeping room home with a nice sized lot just over thirty arcminute from my work. Jason helped me receive this home since he'd been in Texas a few calendar month foresightful than I. He had a condominium in the city but he stayed with me every weekend. We would also see each early a few times during the week with me staying at his post every now and then. It was as trade good as I could consume hoped for considering I didn't want to be over a thousand international nautical mile from my son.

I sat out on my porch waiting for Jason to get. He must make hit traffic headed out of town for the weekend. I got home early to get some dinner started for when he arrived. We were staying in tonight, as usual. It had only been two days since Jason and I conclusion fucked but I was exceptionally horny today and beside myself with anticipation.

I saw his truck turn onto my street and my puss began to prickle. My panties would have been soaked by the time he pulled in the private road if I had been wearing any. He hopped out of his truck and I anxiously waited for him to take me into his weapon. I would refrain from a tonsilla swabbing candy kiss until we were inside. For the moment I'd have to be satisfied with giving him a span motherly pecks in case the neighbors were watching. It was difficult because I was so excited to tell apart him the news…I'm seven weeks pregnant .