As a woman who had once been pretty, it wasn't comfortable getting honest-to-god. I was 44, and I wasn't sure if I was imagining things, but it felt like I got less and less attention. I remembered it like it was yesterday when I was nineteen and every man wanted to chat up with me … Oh, how prison term flies.

The divorcement at forty didn't help me either. Now I lived alone with my son. Even if I was Old, I was still really, really horny. I didn't need lubricant when using my toys, and I still got wet naturally. But toys weren't enough for me to climax. I wanted the real thing … I wanted a cock.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My pencil skirt hugged my pelvis, and the V-neck top gave my chest a youthful look. My bosom were bell-shaped and sagged a short, but the push-up bra created a instinctive segmentation. I had a few fine lines around my eyes, but my cutis was still mostly smooth, and my hair was still golden.

I wasn't untempting, but I had lost that bright, youthful glow.

My nineteen-year-old son, Alex, was handsome, tall, good-looking and genteel. I was proud of him. As far as I knew, he wasn't sexually active. After working out in the gym, he usually stayed domicile and played information processing system biz. I didn't really mind. It just meant more quality fourth dimension with him.

But recently, I started having verboten fantasies that I tried to ignore. And eventually, I got so horny that ignoring them became impossible.

They were about my son, how he would take me like a man, but I knew they were just fantasies for now.

* * * * *

Later that day, I was in the kitchen finishing dinner party when I heard the presence door subject. Alex stepped inside, his gym bag hanging off one shoulder.

"Hey, Mom,"he said."I think I messed up my leg … It's killing me."

I wiped my workforce on a towel and walked over to him."Let me involve a look. Sit down for a second."

He sat down on a chairwoman and pushed his underdrawers up his leg. I grabbed the electron tube of anti-inflammatory cream from the console and knelt beside him. The angle put me close enough for him to see my cleavage.

"William Tell me where it hurts,"I said.

He pressed his hand against the inside of his second joint."right field here. I think I stretched too far during squats."

I squeezed ointment onto my fingers and started rubbing it gently into his skin. His thigh was warmly and firm, the muscles tight from his workout. I massaged his thigh, easing the tensity as he sighed.

"Does that feel okay ?"I asked.

"Yeah, that feels really proficient. Thank you, Mom."

I smiled up at him, admiring his respectable tone. He had that youthful glow that I missed, and tranquil skin, thick, golden hair and a rosy blush. I looked at his broad shoulders and big hands, feeling that maternal pride, but the consequence my eyes drifted to the side, I froze for half a second.

His shorts had shifted just enough for me to see his prominence. At first, it was just the chassis. It was compact and weighed down against the clothing. I tried to look away, focusing on his thigh, but when I slid my hand a little gamy to merge the cream, the bulge twitched and did this throbbing that surprisingly turned me on, but it wasn't just that little jump, but the bulge itself was quite big … almost the size of a blow bottle.

Alex adjusted himself, which made the clothing pull tighter. I watched it thicken and swell, and my snatch just got wetter.

I forced my hand to remain firm and center on the chore, pretending nothing unusual was happening, even though every character of me was suddenly aware of how come together I was to his crotch. My fingertips were inches away from something I had no business concern noticing, and all the sudden, it felt challenging not to accidentally extend to him.

"Is the press okay ?"I asked, trying to sound as inexperienced person as possible.

"Yeah, you're doing it right."

His putz pushed harder against the shortstop. I should have looked away. I should have stood up and said dinner was prepare. Instead, I let my eyes linger and let my panties become damp.

"Mom, that's amercement,"he said suddenly.

"Alright, sweetheart. Feeling well ?"

"A little,"he said. His eyes dipped to my cleavage before he looked back up."Are you going out ?"

I glanced down and realized I was still wearing my pencil bird."Oh, I just wanted to try on some new clothes,"I said with a dismissive Wave."Does it bother you ?"

"No, I think you look great,"he said, his gaze moving over me in a way that made me smile.

He probably didn't know but that gossip meant the humanity to me.

* * * * *

During dinner party, we talked about all the usual matter but I kept losing focus. I was still a trivial turned on from seeing his bulge, and the memory sparked a curiosity I was trying hard to push away.

* * * * *

After we finished eating, Alex went upstairs to shower. I stayed behind, clearing the dishes and trying to focus on anything but the figure of speech seared into my brain, the double of his bulge, and the way it had swelled and throbbed.

I rinsed a plate and thought to myself, what was wrongly with me ? He was my son. But I couldn't check imagining what it might bet like fully tumid and bare, how it might feel in my paw or against my second joint and … inside me.

I shook my head word. This was incompatible. I needed to get myself under control.

I heard the shower stop running upstairs. It had been about twenty moment since Alex had gone up. He should be done by now. Usually, he'd come back down after his shower to take hold of a snack or keep an eye on TV with me, but tonight, he stayed upstairs.

Was he avoiding me ? Or was he… I bit my lip as a intellection crossed my mind, was he masturbating ? Maybe my dress and segmentation turned him on, and he needed to save himself.

The wash hoop by the washing machine caught my eye. It was the thoroughgoing alibi. I'd just go up and ask if he had any clothes that needed washing.

I went upstairs, and when I reached his room access, I paused. I could hear moaning strait and grunt coming from inside his bedroom.

I raised my hired hand to knock but froze. Should I really interrupt him ? But curiosity got the better of me, and I gently turned the doorknob, pushing the doorway open just a crack.

"Alex, do you accept any laundry that-"

My eyes widened. Alex was on his bed, completely naked, his handwriting wrapped around his putz, stroking it furiously. On his laptop screen, a fair sex who looked like me was on her articulatio genus in front of a Lester Willis Young man, calling him stepson as she sucked his cock.

"Mom !"Alex shouted, trying to cover himself but not before I got an eyeful.

His shaft was massive, easily eight inches long and so wooden-headed my fingers wouldn't have met if I'd wrapped my hand around it. The head was swollen and purple, glistening with pre-cum, and then it was the blockheaded vein. Gosh, his cock looked hot.

"I'm so sorry !"I said."I should let knocked. I didn't realize you were … I'm sorry !"

I backed out quickly and closed the door, leaning against the paries in the hallway. My heart raced, and between my legs, I felt wetness and my smashed panties. My physical structure was responding to what I'd just seen, and I couldn't deny it.

That dick … my son's cock. He was so lots great than his founding father's had ever been. Big enough to extend me in ways I hadn't felt in my sprightliness. And he'd been watching stepmom porn. Not just any pornography, but a video of a woman who looked like me pleasuring her stepson.

* * * * *

Later that evening, he was in the sustenance room texting on his phone. I came up to him."Alex … about earlier. I didn't mean to walk in on you."

He rubbed the back of his neck."Yeah, it's okay. I just wasn't expecting anyone to unfold the door."

"You don't have to be embarrassed,"I said."You're a grown man."

He chuckled awkwardly."Yeah, well … it's not exactly something I'm proud of. nearly laugh at wouldn't brag about being … you know."

I stepped a little closer."About being what ?"

"Too big,"he said quietly."It freaks masses out."

"Alex, nothing about you looked wrong. It looked wonderful."

"I don't know. A girl told me once it was too much. She said she couldn't handle it and freaked out. So I just stopped trying with anyone."

I felt bad for him."beloved, she was probably inexperienced. That has nix to do with you."

He looked at me again, searching my face for reassurance and license to trust me.

I sat down next to him, close adequate to feel his body heat."If you want,"I said,"I could take a tight face, just to make sure nothing's wrong. Sometimes it helps to actually see the trouble before assuming it's you."

He swallowed once."You'd … do that ?"

I nodded."Only if you're easy. I just want to help."

He didn't solvent right away. He just stared at me, unsure and nerbous.

After a farseeing instant, he nodded."Okay."

He pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants. His cock sprang loose, already half-hard from our conversation. As I watched, it swelled further, growing thicker and longer until it stood fully rear against his stomach. Geez, it was thick and long.

He blushed hard."I'm sorry,"he mumbled, looking away.

"Don't apologize,"I said."It's a instinctive reaction."I studied him for a consequence, admiring the impressive length and girth. It was supererogatory thick at the tail and narrowed a trivial at the top. The crown was deep purpleness, cut. It was thick as a Coke feeding bottle and as long as my forearm. I had never seen such a well-endowed man in my biography."Who are you thinking about right now ?"

"You."

"Me ? Really ?"

"Yeah."His voice grew stronger."You're beautiful, Mom. I've always thought so."

His words warmed my heart."That's … that's flattering. I've been feeling so unsafe lately. Getting elderly isn't easy. I look in the mirror and don't recognize myself sometimes."

Alex shook his head word firmly."You're hot, way hotter than girls my age. They don't compare."

"That means the world to me,"I said. Then without thinking, I reached out and enclose my finger's breadth around his shaft."I can't even get my hand all the way around it,"I marveled."I've never seen one this big before."

He moaned as I moved my hand experimentally up and down."Would you heed if I…"I licked my sassing, hardly believing what I was about to ask."Could I suck it a little ? I haven't done this in years."

"Yes,"he said, not bothering about the taboo."Please."

I lowered my head, opened widely and swallowed him unscathed, closing my eyes as I enjoyed the sensation. He was ardent and grueling against my clapper, his skin smooth. I felt him throb as I moved my principal, swallowing him deeper.

Alex's hips began to move, gently pushing his cock into my sassing. He cupped my neck, not forcing but guiding me. Each sound he made sent shivers down my spine. He truly enjoyed my cock sucking. His moans were so warm up that I felt them on my face.

I grew surfactant by the second, my panties soaked through. After a few moment, I pulled back, my lips swollen.

"Let me express you something,"I said, standing up. I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor, then unhooked my bra. My breasts fell free, not as chirpy as they once were, but still full."What do you call back ? Be honest."

"They're beautiful,"Alex said, his eyes wide with admiration and his cock twitching in favourable reception."Can I stir them ?"

I nodded, and he reached out, cupping them gently in his work force. His thumbs brushed over my teat. I just loved a man's touch on my genital organ, and the way he squeezed and explored them. He just made me wetter.

"You have no thought how happy this makes me,"I told him."To be desired again."

"I'm gladiola I can make you feel this way."

I pushed him back onto the couch and straddled his hips, positioning myself above his hammer. I grabbed it and lightly rubbed it against my wet slit."Are you okay ?"I asked him.

He nodded, his cock twitching in my mitt. Slowly, I guided it to my vagina and pushed it inside me, gasping as he stretched me as no man had ever done before.

"You're so big,"I said, moaning as I took him in by inch. I had to go easy, but it felt so good against my most spiritualist region."God, you feel amazing."

"So do you,"he said, throwing his head back.

Planting my hands on his sculpted chest, I rode him slowly at commencement, lifting my hip joint only to let them fall back. His helping hand gripped my hips, helping me fuck him. I loved the way he grabbed my ass, holding onto me for costly life.

"Oh,"I said, feeling his cock slide in and out of me. He was taking me to heaven.

When I'd had my filling of controlling the pace, I climbed off and lay back on the couch, spreading my wooden leg wide open for him."piece of tail me,"I said."I want to feel you on top of me."

Alex positioned himself between my thighs and pushed his big shaft inside me. My eyes rolled to the vertebral column of my skull when I felt that stretch again. He began to thrust like a man, and I wrapped my wooden leg around him. The couch creaked beneath us as he pounded into me. I said yes for every stab, in incredulity that this was happening, but it was happening … my son fucked me hard.

"I'm going to come,"he said after respective moment of acute fucking."Should I pull out ?"

"No, do it raw,"I said.

He slid his arms under mine and leaned closer down. We were so penny-pinching, I could feel his chest of drawers on mine, his breath down my cervix and his pecker entering me again and again.

His rhythm faltered, then he thrust rich one net meter, groaning as he emptied himself inside me. The present moment I felt him throb inside me, the warmth of his cum pushed me over the sharpness. My body tightened around him, helpless and thirsty, and I cried out as the climax ripped through me. Waves of pleasure crashed over my heart and soul, stealing my breather, making my thighs shake and my spur arch. I couldn't think. I could only find, the pulsing, the fullness, the slippery warmth, and the raw, aching bliss that tore me apart and stitched me back together in the same second.

I orgasmed, and I felt claimed, filled and shattered in the best way.

Afterward, we lay together, his arm around me, my caput on his chest. He still hadn't pulled out, and his cum warmed my heart and soul along with his big cock.

"I haven't felt this happy in years,"I told him."Thank you."

"For what ?"he asked, kissing the top of my head.

"For making me palpate beautiful again and for wanting me."

He pulled me unaired."I've always wanted you. I just never thought…"

"I know,"I said."But we're here now."

He pulled out his cock, which came out wet and sticky. He looked me in the eyes and asked,"Do you cogitate we can do this again ?"

"As many times as you want, sweetheart."

He smiled."You're the best mom."

"And Alex, you are the trump son in the world."

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