Authors Note : This is my first exclusively Mother/son write up so I'm interested in getting feedback from readers to whether or not I'm on the right track. All role engaged in sexual natural action are 18 or older. Your ballot and comment are greatly appreciated. Thanks in advancement 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 familiar yet forbidden urges I've been having on accounting of this obsession with my son. And to think it was only four years ago that I began wanting my son, sexually that is. I can remember it like it had happened just moments ago ; the low gear fourth dimension I saw his cock fully erect.

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It had been a long, trying day at work and I just wanted to get outta there. Fortunately for me, some documents needed to be dropped off with one of our clients whose office just happened to be near my house, so I volunteered to play messenger if it meant I could pass on early. I delivered the paperwork and went home with visual sensation of me in my bathtub, with a glass of wine and the melt strain of Rod James Maitland 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 girlfriend Christy. She was kneeling on my couch with Jason's peter 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 rive second neither of them noticed me. I guess the door closing or my gasp got Jason's attention. His eye bugged out and he jumped back from Christy, leaving her passably niggling ass up in the air and all alone. It was then I got my world-class good look at my son's gorgeous tumid shaft. It curved upward with a thick meaty shot ; mineral vein protruding along its duration. The fountainhead was bulgy and purple, oozing at the tip. The hale thing glistened with Christy's juice and I was captivated.

sentence stood still at that moment as the images, speech sound and smells I was experiencing were burned into my computer storage. It was all so detail. The look of shock on Jason's expression, the face of delight and disappointment on Christy's face, the smell of sex in the air, the wet slurp Jason's putz made as it left his girlfriends sopping puss ; 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 hand 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 abbreviated exertion wasn't making me short of breathing place. It suddenly became stifling in my way and I removed my blouse then my wench. I stripped off my bra making my declamatory breasts sway angrily. I was about to remove my panties and nylons when I saw my reflection in the mirrored closet door. I didn't recognize the woman staring back at me. Her face and cervix were flushed, her mamilla looked as toilsome as a pair of marbles and there was a vast wet spot between her legs. She looked aroused…No, she looked desperately horny to be dependable. The mental image from downstairs appeared again in my psyche as I looked into the mirror and was bombarded with emotions.

The shock and embarrassment was to be expected, walking in on my son and Christy as they did what any sizeable untried mass would be doing with hormones raging in their vernal bodies. I was a footling angry but I couldn't be too mad at them. They were both eighteen and I did the Lapplander thing at their age too. I think I was a bit mad because they were doing it on my redact instead of my son's bed. I just hope there wasn't too big of a mess.

It was the jealousy that caught me off precaution. I figure it's instinctive to feel jealousy as a fair sex when you see another getting something that you want from someone you care about like a boyfriend, a husband or a fan but Jason is my son. I shouldn't be envious of his girlfriend, at least not when it comes to sex but it had been a retentive time since I felt the touch of a man.

I divorced my husband when Jason was only ten years old. The shame and inadequateness I felt from him leaving me for a immature cleaning lady sent me into self imposed celibacy ; I didn't want to be with a man. That was eight year ago. Had it really been that long ? I masturbated but that was the extent of my intimate life up to this point. However, now I wanted more. I wanted to be in Christy's billet. I wanted to be kneeling on my couch with my round ass in the air and my big tits smashed into the cushions. I wanted to feel the sting of being stretched around a thick surd cock as it entered my neglected pussy, filling me like only a stiff throbbing cock can fill a woman. And I wanted my son to be the owner of that cock.

‘ WHOA ! GET A travelling bag ON YOURSELF CANDICE !'a disembodied spokesperson shouted inside my head.

What I wanted was untimely. It was also illegal and socially unacceptable but I couldn't help what I was feeling. pity and disgust kicked in and I stripped off my underwear and hosiery and bolted for the bathroom. I turned on the exhibitioner and jumped right into the icy flow, hoping to wash away the filth. I stood there trembling as the water warmed but I don't think the temperature of the water was the cause of my chill. My tegument felt hot and my pussy was on fire and no measure of scrubbing was going to cleanse me of these urges. It took a spell before I realized my water flyer could hit six build and nothing would change. This was scary, unfamiliar territory for me. I'd NEVER had unfitting thought toward Jason before and I didn't understand where they were coming from. I shut off the urine to dry myself ; so much for a relaxing afternoon.

* * *

I paid the cab driver and got checked in. I was about to go up to my room to freshen up when Jason texted me where and when to assemble him before the ceremony ; I was running late ! He suggested taking an Uber rather than driving myself but I hadn't even had fourth dimension to pull a car at the airport do to the flying 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 room and heeded my son's suggestion. Fortunately the Uber device driver that picked me up ( I think his name was Sir Alexander Robertus Todd ) was a student at the University and knew exactly where Jason wanted to meet. He got me there with some prison term to part with, give thanks God.

I scanned the sea of jacket and gowns and profuse parents and champion and family 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 memories of their visit at Thanksgiving. Over the long time since Jason left for school day, we'd kept in contact by phone, email and texting. He'd sent me pictures of the unlike daughter he was ‘ dating'at school ( Diane, Josie, Beth and a distich others ) but Margo was the first he brought home.

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They had flown from Portland, Oregon to Sacramento to see her parents and kin on Thanksgiving itself. They drove down to Long Beach to outride with me for the weekend before heading back to capital of California then flying back for schooling. I was glad to have my son household even if it was just a brief visit. I'd missed him but not the unhealthful urges his visit would revive.

When they arrived at my room access I hugged them both, not wanting to linger over long in my son's arms and campaign suspicion. Margo was about my height with a sonsie figure and long sorry fuzz. I invited them in and Jason took their bags to his way 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-coloured. Jason and Margo took turns telling embarrassing taradiddle about one another as we talked late into the evening. Jason was going to take Margo and me site seeing in the morning since Margo had never been farther south in Golden State than Bakersfield so they called it a Nox and went to bed. I stayed up for a patch to scavenge some dishes before retiring. I think I was just stalling. I wanted to give them fourth dimension to get to bed and have whatever sex they were going to experience before I got to my room and had to listen to it. I was thoroughly aroused by this clock time and was feeling very jealous 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 room access briefly as I passed. I didn't hear anything and was relieved. I got discase and climbed into bed, vowing not to touch myself while thinking of my son. ‘ The best laid plan of black eye and men,'I think the saying goes. I heard a soft moan or at least I thought I did. Maybe I imagined it but then I heard it again. My elbow room shared a wall with Jason's so I knew it was him and Margo possibly getting fired up for another round. The moans got louder and I could recount they were Jason's. Was Margo riding his shaft 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 make him gruelling so I could slide his pecker into my tight kitty-cat and ride him…SHIT !

I sat up and opened my nightstand draftsman. There it was, my son's cock. Well it was the undecomposed facsimile I could come up with from memory inasmuch as I couldn't have the real thing. I removed the dildo from its hiding place and reached for the feeding bottle of lubricator next to it. Hearing more groan and feeling the quantity of juices flowing from my pussy I decided lubricant wasn't needed tonight. I kicked off the cover version and removed my panties and storage tank top. I laid back and circulate my legs full preparing to plunge Jason Jr. into my hungry pussy. I'd spent a lot of prison term online and in a few adult computer storage before deciding on this particular toy. It was the most precise copy of my son's cock that I could find and it had brought me MANY orgasms over the last few year.

The moaning stopped and I hoped they hadn't heard me. There were some hushed vocalization 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 location. 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 creaking then Margo gasped and let out a flabby groan. I felt myself tremor. I had the school principal of my dildo gliding along my wet cleft and it hit my inflamed clitoris. I bit my lower lip to save from crying out.

The creaking took on a rhythm and I knew they were fucking. There were more shut up tidings as the tempo increased. I obviously couldn't separate what perspective they were in so my judgment recalled that master range of a function of Jason and Christy but Christy was replaced by Margo. I suppressed a groan as I teased the entrance of my snatch with the head of my toy. And as I did the range changed again, now Margo disappeared and I was her renewal. 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 knee joint under me and my ass in the air, just like I remembered Christy. I flung my recollective blackamoor haircloth over my articulatio humeri and pushed the dildo into my needy twat. I pumped it in and out, keeping time with my son's squeaking bed while trying to remain calm down. Margo's soft cries were coming quicker and higher in pitch ; she was getting close and so was I. I squeezed the silicone tool with my vaginal muscles, making believe it was Jason and I was trying to make him cum. I was so close now, just a little more and I'd be there. I heard Jason oink and Margo cried out despite her campaign to stay quietly. 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 keep from screaming as the orgasm raged through my body. It was so acute. I'd never cum like that even when fantasizing about Jason fucking me. It had to be the added stimulation of him and Margo nookie in the next room that made it so powerful. By the time I came down from that earth shattering orgasm, I was a sweaty, trembling mess.

quiet returned future door and I now lay on my back panting. It was then shame and guiltiness came calling. I was such a mess and I don't mean value just physically. I managed to get to my invertebrate foot and staggered to the ensuite. I soaked a washrag and ran it over my consistency, helping me coolheaded down. I relieved myself then returned to my effort soaked flat solid ; staring at the ceiling for what must take in been an hour before falling into a fitful sleep.

In the morning I woke with a start ; images of incestuous sex lingering in my judgment. It was still early but I knew I wouldn't be able to decrease back to sleep. If I stayed in bed, I'd have my toy back in military action and I didn't want to awaken my son or Margo with the sounds of me fucking myself silly. So I got up, put on my scanty, tank car top and my front-runner robe and decided to get some coffee bean in my system.

As I left my way, I met Margo in the hall on her way to the bathroom. Her hair was a mess, probably like mine, and she was wearing the robe I'd bought Jason that was like to the one I had on. She looked at me with heavily lidded center and gave me a weak smiling. We could have passed as sisters, with me being the much quondam 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 door I looked at the door to my son's room. It was open just a crack. 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 flame in my lumbus once more. Jason was on his spine still sleeping. When Margo had gotten up, she must have shifted the covers leaving them just above my son's waistline. The nous of his cock was barely concealed beneath the tented mainsheet. My warmheartedness was racing and my mind was trying to will that sheet back so I could see Jason's telling morning wood.

I was assaulted by conflicting thoughts. Some begging me to go in and subscribe a look while others screamed for me to get the java started like a good mother would. I began to listen to the part urging me to enter his room. I saw his cock vellication and I gasped. Fortunately he didn't hear me. Scenarios unfolded in my head as my step-in grew moist. I could still smell the lingering perfume of sex coming from his room and that didn't help my current condition. What if I snuck in there and pulled the sheet back for a fast look ? Maybe I could straddle him while covering his heart so if he woke up, he'd think I was Margo in a playful mood. I could slue his rooster inside me before…I heard the toilet bloom and it snapped out of my phantasy humans. I hastily made my way down stair and started breakfast.

* * *

Jason's hand on my shoulder joint made me jump.

"Sorry Mom, I didn't mean to frighten away 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 early anymore,"he replied, casting his eye downward.

"That's too bad. I thought she was a nice lady friend. 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 program for the ceremonial and told me where I should sit for the best aspect as he walked on stage. We were going to meet back up at this Same spot afterward and I was going to carry him out for a decent dinner to keep. He had to get seated himself so he gave me another quick hug before dashing off.

The ceremony was long and kind of boring except for the part when Jason walked on point to get his sheepskin. I screamed my forefront off. We met back up and he drove me to my hotel so I could clean up and get changed. He was such a gentleman's gentleman ; telling me I looked beautiful and that I didn't need to modify but I had programme. He patiently sat by the window in my cortege as I took a quick exhibitor and got ready. I pulled out all the point. I had a new dress, new heels and even new hosiery for the occasion. This was a special dark for Jason and if things went right, it could be very special for both of us ! Once I was dressed and had my makeup on, I stepped into my new heels and went out to prove my son.

Jason's jaw dropped when he saw me ; just the reaction I was hoping for. My dress was a form accommodation identification number that was strapless but had a sheer top that came up my neck opening and had matching long arm. It hugged my curve ball down to the middle of my second joint, that's where my expensive hose took over, encasing me from waist to toe. oral presentation of my toes, they were freshly painted and could be seen peeking out of my five inch chopine pump veiled in cobweb nylon. My prospicient black hair fell in waves down my cover. I'd been letting it grow. I held my blazon out from my side of meat and made a slow turn.

"Well…What do ya conceive ?"

Jason swallowed difficult before trying to speak,"holy tell on Mom ! You look incredible !"

"Oh love, that's so seraphic of you to say,"I hugged him. Even in my towering heel I had to look up to him but as I held Jason I felt a bulge in his trouser. I think my warmheartedness skipped a beat.

On the ride down in the elevator I suggested we impart his car at the hotel and rent an Uber to dinner. That way we wouldn't have to worry about imbibing and drive. Jason agreed. We didn't have to expect long for the driver to arrive. I gave him the reference of the restaurant and we were off.

I think Jason was a bit shocked at the piazza I'd picked for dinner. The Ringside steakhouse was known for its incredible food and high price but money wasn't an way out tonight, we were celebrating. We had cocktails while we waited for our mesa, Champagne-Ardenne with our starters and a mulct wine-colored with dinner. I made certainly to sit close to Jason in the booth. I'd graze his leg with mine or put my deal on his second joint when he made me jest and of course gave him plenty of motherly kisses. I was so glad 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 lubricious urges. I ordered us some interface to go with our dessert and it was phenomenal but that's when he dropped the bomb on me.

"TX ! What's in Texas ?"I nearly started to cry.

"I got recruited by a big fellowship out there. Besides it's bum for me to hold up and I can get my own place sooner,"he replied trying to invoke to my logical side of meat.

That part 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 words. I didn't want to see it but I had to put on a appearance of fervor so as to preserve from breaking down in split. My evening had been dashed on the rock candy. He described the wonderful chance he was getting and all I could think is ‘ My son isn't coming home.'I ordered a second glass of port to aid drown my sorrow.

As I paid the bill, Jason got a school text from one of his champion. They were having a ‘ going away'gathering at a nearby pub and wanted him there so they could all have one last crapulence before going their separate way. He had a worry spirit on his face when he asked if I minded if he went. Of form I minded. I wanted him for myself that evening, especially since he would be leaving for Texas in a week or so and wanted me to ship his stuff and nonsense to him from habitation. He wasn't even coming back to plunk it up himself. I wanted him to postulate me back to my hotel and fuck my brains out but that didn't seem like it would materialize either. But what he asked next helped lift my spirits.

"Do ya wan na come with me ?"placing his deal on my thigh and giving it a rub.

I don't know if it was a sympathy rub, an exploratory rub or something else but his hand on my thigh was electrifying. I wanted to grab it and press out it against my wet kitty-cat to establish him how much I wanted him but I maintained control.

"Are you sure you want your mother as a boozing pal tonight ? I might cramp your flair when it comes to the ladies."

"Don't vexation about it,"he replied with a dismissive waving,"It'll be fun."

I know how these kinds of gatherings go. I went to college and to those parties. It's all about drinking, pairing up and disappearing for some bon voyage sex but if he didn't take care his mother tagging along and partying with his friends, I was happy to spend as a good deal clock time as I could with my son.

The pub was a couple blocks away so we decided to take the air ; probably not the outflank idea. It took us a while to cover that distance because walking two cylinder block in my ridiculously gamy cad was more ambitious than I had thought. I really didn't want to pause an mortise joint and drop the eventide in the emergency room.

When we arrived, the place was packed with twenty-something's and one old lady. Talk about belief overdressed AND outta place. Jason's friends had taken over the back corner of the articulation 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 ‘ hullo's.'

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

"I'm not Margo I'm…"

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

I wasn't sure what his motive was for introducing me as Candice and not his female parent but I was bequeath to play along. With all the names being shot at me from around the table, there was no way I'd remember all of them. The mix of guys and girls were very friendly and the conversations returned to professors they loved or class they hated but being the ‘ old lady'at the table and not being a student at their University, I just listened and smiled and drank gratuitous beer. Jason was drinking too and at some point his helping hand came to rest on my cover. I didn't mind, in fact I rather enjoyed his signature. It made me feel like his girlfriend rather than his mother.

A beat of shots hit the table and they quickly disappeared. I even helped. More beer arrived and the boozing continued. It wasn't long before I realized my son's hand had moved down my dorsum and was now cupping my ass brass. It felt fantastic having Jason touching me like that even if he was doing it mindlessly. Another round of guess arrived and I joined in the pledge even though I had no mind what we were toasting.

Jason excused himself to use the restroom and to a lesser extent than a minute of arc later I felt a hand on my shoulder and a new 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 toe and the alcohol had given me a nice buzz so ‘ What the infernal region ?'Randy was tall like my son, handsome too with a blackguardly smile and boylike charm. On the dance floor if you could call it that, mass were bumpin'and grindin'to music I was unfamiliar with but it had a beneficial metre and I know how to make a motion to a beat.

Randy was a good dancer and very sorcerous, complimenting me on my outfit and dancing skills. Let me assure you that as a cleaning lady, old enough to be the mother of almost of the multitude in the topographic point, it felt really good to cause a young handsome man stroking my ego. As the indorsement birdsong ended, I could see Jason looking at me from the table. I started dancing as the euphony came up again, putting on a bit of a show for him. I felt Randy's hands on my swaying pelvis and his hard cock grinding into my ass. God I'm so horny. I then saw the perturbed look on Jason's face and quickly birl around to put a picayune 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 to avoid him but a slow strain started and he moved in again.

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

I was in Shangri-la 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 terpsichore flooring 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 smiling for ?"I asked.

"Nothing…"

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

"It's just the looking on your boldness 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."

"well 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 sharp smacking in the typeface. That morning I encountered Margo in the mansion house came rushing back. She and I could be baby. Or was she a replacement for me. I thought about Jason's other lady friend prior to Margo and early than Christy ; they were all brunettes with curvy figures and relatively large breast…just like me. My articulatio genus became weak and I staggered. Jason caught me before I fell.

"Mom, are you alright ?"

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

But I was the prevaricator now. I was suddenly stone sober or at least 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 adult female who matched my strong-arm de * * * * * * * * * * * ion to a T. Was it just a coincidence ? I hoped it wasn't because I was going to test my possibility once we were alone in my hotel room. Jason got out his phone and got us a ride back to the hotel.

He and I walked to the elevator but I was in my own little world. My mind was racing and my core pounding with anticipation and fear. I was afraid I might be incorrect and the consequence that I'd cheek if I was. I could end up driving my son away from me forever. But I kept seeing the flick of all those other adult female 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 elbow room I invited Jason in. He appeared anxious. So was I but I didn't want him to leave just yet. I had to keep him here long enough to test my possibility. I had to think quickly.

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

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

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

He stepped up behind me and I took a half footmark back to tug my ass into his bulwark. His cock was hard as sword and my snatch began to menstruate. He ran the zip down and stepped back, keeping his eye on me. I opened the threshold separating the bedchamber from the quietus of the room and walked to the bed. I swayed my pelvic girdle seductively while watching my son. Jason's eye moved up and down my mannikin. I removed my rightfulness 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 capitulation and exposed my breasts to him. Jason stood there staring, sass agape in sheer wonder. I shimmied my dress down preceding my rose hip allowing it to pool at my feet. I stepped to the incline, kicked off my heels and picked up the dress, laying it on the bed. My stunned son was frozen in place. I was now standing in front of him in just my seamless pantyhose and lacey thong. My nipples ached and my panties were soaked. I'm sure he could smell out my arousal ; I definitely could.

I moved in close to Jason, putting my blazonry around his neck opening. I looked into his eye, searching for anything that would make me think he didn't want what I was about to offer. Not seeing anything veto I drew him down for a buss. It was gentle and loving like a mother would throw to her son she loved and was proud of. His lips seemed stiff. I pulled back to reckon at him again. I could see discombobulation and something else. I was hoping it was lust. I kissed him again. This time lingering longer and caressing his lips with my tongue. When I pulled back, Jason's hands went to my hips and he pulled me in tight. He kissed me and I opened my mouth to his probing tongue. His potent finger kneaded my ass cheeks through their silken second gear cutis. I moaned.

My hands went to his belt and quickly unfastened it. I then unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. Our tongues wrestled as I freed his rampant cock. I moaned again feeling it in my hired hand for the first prison term after so long imagining it. It was hot and surd and slick with pre-cum. I was about to give our lustful kiss and ingest it into my sassing when Jason shoved me backward onto the bed. He removed his pants and flung his shirt to the level before climbing onto the bed between my legs. We kissed again. My blazonry held him plastered and my stage curl around his waist. I wasn't going to let go. His throbbing putz came to remain on my stiff clitoris and I gasped. He rocked his rosehip, grinding his dick into my wet fissure. I thought I was going to lose my idea. I bucked my hips in time with his when my starting time coming excise me like a runaway railroad train. I screamed in ecstasy, trembling and writhing beneath my son. After that I drove my tongue down his pharynx in a lustful candy kiss until my orgasm faded.

I lay there panting, unwilling to unblock my hairgrip on Jason. He was staring into my oculus with a burning thirstiness. He was going to fuck 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 blazonry and legs. I reached for the sash of my rayons and thong to remove them but my son had other ideas. He tore open air my hosepipe and yanked my lacy thong to the side. His stopcock was in me before I could raise a protest about him ruining my expensive pantyhose. I shrieked as his steel hard cock filled me and then I didn't render a damn about anything. If the Mary Leontyne Price to have my son fuck me was a buck duo of $ 50 Wolford's, I'd gladly pay it.

Neither of us moved for those first few seconds that our bodies were joined. I think we were both in shock at what we were doing. Until the second he impaled me with his soused putz, all that we'd done could make been passed off as drunken hijinks. Not anymore. We'd crossed the line into SERIOUS taboo territory and there was no going back. I didn't want to go back and hopefully neither did Jason.

I mentioned before there was zilch like the feeling of being filled by a squeamish big, duncical, hard stopcock and I stand by that argument. The toy I'd purchased to replicate that feeling did a good job but it pales in comparing to the real thing ; the rut and firmness of a throbbing, fully vertical hammer, buried to the hilt in my twat could not be duplicated by cold silicone. And the fact that this throbbing cock was attached to my son made it all the secure. I can't explain it except for saying he fit me perfectly, like pieces of a preciseness jigsaw teaser. But I didn't just want him to lay there with his beautiful dick inside me.

"roll in the hay me, baby. Please fuck me,"there was utter desperation in my voice.

To his acknowledgment, Jason didn't hesitate and withdrew his cock until just the nous remained in my clenching hole then he drove it abode again…and again…and again. And after roughly a dozen strokes I exploded in sexual climax for the minute 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 body while the other alternately squeezed my knocker and perverted and rolled my achy pap. He was good at pleasing his female parent, that's for sure. I had come down from that modish high but was well on my way to orgasm number three. Jason was huffing and puffing and I could tell by the urgency of his push 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 advance him but when that get-go geyser of his hot ejaculate sprayed inside me, all I could wield was a poor close call because it set off my third orgasm of the evening and it was vivid. My heart rolled back in my head and I saw genius. Jason kept driving into me, grunting like and beast. 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 soundbox, 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 good inside me. His cock continued to twitch in my snatch causing it to contract bridge in response but I could feel him shrinking. I reluctantly released him and Jason rolled onto his second beside me.

There was a long silence where all that could be heard was our chew up ventilation. 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 script sought his and when I found it, our fingers laced together. I held his helping hand, not sure what to say or do until the silence became deafening to me.

"Jason…I love you."

"I love you too mom,"his articulation was quiet and reserved.

"Baby, I don't want you to rue what we did. It was wonderful…"my words trailed off but I couldn't stop there,"I don't want this to change things between us."

He turned his head toward me,"How can it not shift 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 pass over rip from my nerve."Don't cry mom. I didn't mean that in a bad way."

I let out an audible suspiration,"I was so worry you thought I was a frightful person."

He kissed me softly then said,"How could I possibly think that. You're the most wonderful adult female I know."

That did it. The rising tide gates opened and I really started to cry. They were crying of joy but I was blubbering like a petty girl. My beautiful boy didn't think I was a disgusting monstrosity and that put me on cloud nine. I clung to him as the rip flowed. He was caressing my back and combing his fingers through my stew soaked hair the altogether time I was making a muggins outta myself. When I was finally able to take care him in the eye again he gave me a big smile and my heart melted.

"Mom…Can I ask you a doubt ?"

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

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

My cheeks felt like they were on fervour. I can't believe I'm embarrassed about anything after what had just happened, especially an honest question like that. I must have felt self conscious about how long I've lusted for him and all of my lascivious thoughts and human activity since I first felt those incestuous urges. He remained smiling, patiently waiting for my answer.

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

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

"Jason, you have to empathise I'm not supposed to have those form of cerebration about my son. It's wrong on so many point. I felt so dirty yet I couldn't stop thinking about you in that way. I thought I was a horrible soul so I did my best to blot out it,"I could finger the binge welling again.

He leaned in and kissed me and it felt like the free weight of the reality was lifted from me. We kissed for several minutes after that. It wasn't like before, urgent and lustful, but soft and loving. We held each other, caressed each other, just enjoying our new found familiarity. The next time we broke, I had a nagging dubiousness for him.

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

"I think it was the Lapplander day you realized you wanted me,"he replied bashfully. I guess I had a confuse looking on my face so he went on,"I saw the look in your eyes and although I was scared to demise you're gon na castrated me for catching us fucking, I'd seen that same tone in Christy's eyes every time we were about to do it. I was confused at number one but also very turned on by the hypothesis you wanted to fuck me. How did you know I wanted to have a go at it you ?"

"Gee, let me think…It could sustain been that the stopping point six girls you've dated looked like clones of a younger me…"I replied sarcastically,"I just didn't realize 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 groan. I also noticed his stopcock twitched and I took it in paw. It was sticky with our combined succus but I didn't care. I gave it a gentle stroke while keeping my leg moving over his skin and he shivered again.

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

"Mmm hmm,"he nodded.

"Which one ? My paw or my leg ?"

"Both,"he looked directly at me and I could see his impertinence charge again,"You might opine this is a bit weird but I love seeing your legs in rayons. I've always had a thing for women in pantyhose but your wooden leg drive me nuts."

"Well…I think that's pretty tame given the fortune but I'm flattered my legs turn you on,"I lifted my sura, twisting it English to side while flexing my toes,"But do me a favor, next sentence ask before you tear into my hosepipe. These were really expensive."

"Sorry,"he gave me a rueful smile,"but…could you leave them on for now ?"

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

His cock was throbbing in my deal ; begging for attention. I slid down his body and took the head in my mouth. It tasted marvellous. I've always liked the sapidity of my own pussy but to taste it ruffle with his cum made Jason's cock absolutely delightful. I took more of his duration into my mouth, swabbing it with my knife. 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 cock at my drooling sex. I dropped my system of weights, skewering myself on Jason's fixed putz. I nearly came rectify there and then. Jason's handwriting cupped my boob and I shivered in pleasure. He played with my knocker as I rode him and with the bestow stimulant of his gifted finger, I came very hard again. I trembled and quaked as my orgasm consumed me. I was washed away by waves of delight, it was incredible.

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

I crawled off my son and remained on my paw and knee joint. This was how I'd always pictured being fucked by Jason and I suddenly felt energized. My philia was racing again and I could see the excitation in his center as he maneuvered behind me. His bridge player caressed my slick ass and thigh for a few agonizing instant then he gripped my waist and pulled me back to him. I was trembling again.

His cock found my soaking pussy and he sheathed himself fully in my wet astuteness. I dropped my head to the mattress and cried. It was a dream come true and it felt better than I'd ever imagined. I may have had a minor 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 grueling and degraded to the point of pushing me up the bed. My pussy gripped his pistoning prick as loaded as I could, trying to fall in 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 mighty fortuity became curt and more cruel but I didn't fear. I just wanted him to fuck me. I would stimulate called his figure or given him encouragement but his pounding was forcing the air from my lungs in the kind of guttural groans.

When Jason stabbed himself in me, holding my ass to his hip, I knew he was going to cum. My stockpile metrical foot locked over his calves and I gripped the piece of paper with white knuckles as he flooded my cunt with his fiery cum. It was absolutely primaeval. I came too as he emptied his Ball in me. There is nada in this humans that could accept made me happier at that bit than to be joined with me son so intimately.

I don't know how recollective it was that we stayed like that ; mother and son locked together in that carnal union. I was so dizzy that I may induce lost consciousness for a bit. I do commend Jason pulling me over onto my side as he held me in the blissful afterglow. His stopcock remained in my velvety clutches for quite a patch before losing its strength and slipping discharge. I felt so empty…It made me sad even though I was in my son's loving arms, recovering from the beneficial orgasm of my life sentence. I wanted Jason more now than ever.

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

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

"No honey, I mean I want you to spend the quietus of the weekend here with me. I don't want to leave this room for anything. I want you to check me and osculate me and fuck me until neither of us can move,"I was pleading.

"I'd be happy to mom."

He drifted off to sleep after that and I was ecstatic. I lay there in his weapon happier than I'd been in many class but it was bittersweet. I knew after this weekend, he'd be off to depart his own life sentence as a unseasoned college graduate and I'd be alone. I wanted him to be successful so I focused on that rather than self pity. No thing, I was going to enjoy what was left of this weekend with my wonderful son.

Ten Months Later

It took me a while to get acclimatized to the weather condition in the fort Worth country but I was managing. I had a severe time convincing my boss to let me transfer to our TX limb but eventually he reluctantly agreed. I sold my house and moved into a nice four bedroom dwelling with a decent sized lot just over 30 instant from my piece of work. Jason helped me find this piazza since he'd been in Texas a few month longer than I. He had a condominium in the city but he stayed with me every weekend. We would also see each former a few meter during the week with me staying at his place every now and then. It was as unspoiled as I could deliver hoped for considering I didn't want to be over a thousand statute mile from my son.

I sat out on my porch waiting for Jason to get. He must have hit dealings headed out of townspeople for the weekend. I got home early to get some dinner party started for when he arrived. We were staying in tonight, as common. It had only been two twenty-four hours since Jason and I last fucked but I was exceptionally horny today and beside myself with anticipation.

I saw his truck turn onto my street and my snatch began to tingle. My panties would suffer been soaked by the time he pulled in the driveway if I had been wearing any. He hopped out of his motortruck and I anxiously waited for him to take me into his arms. I would refrain from a tonsil swabbing candy kiss until we were inside. For the import I'd have to be satisfied with giving him a twain motherly pecks in case the neighbors were watching. It was difficult because I was so excited to tell him the news…I'm seven workweek significant .