This is the continuing saga in the lives of myself, my children, and others. If incest, gay, lesbian, pre-18, and other risqué themes offend you then stop reading now. I greatly appreciate likes and comments.
I somehow manage to function and get chores done but all day my thoughts are centered around the reality that that very morning I shattered the normal mother-child dynamic with my 16 year old son by jerking him off in the shower. All while masterbating to my own intense orgasm as I ground myself against him. As much as I loved every second of it, I now have to deal with the momentous and permanent change my actions have brought upon us. Around noon, for the first time in my life, a panic attack grabbed ahold of me and I shook uncontrollably on the toilet for a few minutes before I managed to pull myself back together.
But my son Alexander doesn’t seem to have any reservations about our incestuous encounter. To the contrary. As I care for him throughout the day he seems relaxed and happy, and it’s unnerving how much so. Every time he sees me a smile breaks out on his face and as I brush his teeth or set him up at his gaming station he continues to look at me like.. like… a new girlfriend. Oh fuck! What have I done??
As I’m filling the washing machine my little voice makes an appearance, this time thankfully without her usual loudmouth moralistic tone. “What’s done is done Cassandra. You wanted your only child sexually and you got him. You want more of him. And he wants you too. The two of you aren’t going to forget about this and you won’t sit him down and explain to him how it was a one time mistake that can’t happen again. I tried to stop you but your desires enticed you to chase the white rabbit. And now, just like Alice in Wonderland, you will have to follow this rabbit hole wherever it leads.”
“You’re right.” I respond out loud. As I stand in front of the Speed Queen going through its cycle a deep resolve settles in my gut. “Cassandra, you don’t want to take any of this back” I tell myself. It’s depraved, it’s taboo, it goes against the holiest of social values. But still, I want my teen son to become my lover and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen.
I spend the remainder of the day on the internet doing research on familial “relationships”, but not before finding a non tracking search engine and then routing through a VPN. I found that the people really hurt were almost always younger offspring coerced or flat out raped by an older relative. When both parties were willing the vast majority either weren’t traumatized or even looked on it positively. But my clinical research soon slips into first hand, often salacious accounts. Brother-sister. Daughters seducing their often reluctant fathers, and of course mothers who come to see their teen sons as the man of the house and treat him accordingly. The amount of siblings having sex out there is astounding. Well, Alex isn’t my brother but he isn’t a child either. He may be my son but he’s also a handsome young man with a man’s needs and we love each other more than anything in the world. If he somehow does a 180 and rejects a sexual relationship with me then so be it. But I know that won’t happen. I know the two of of us will willingly follow this rabbit hole together wherever it leads.
I’m on the internet so long that I have to order food for a late supper. The last few hours has both stiffened my resolve and made me horny. I pick out clothing for dinner very strategically. A semi tight pullover white short sleeve shirt with all the buttons open exposing a V of skin down between my D cups. Underneath, my heavy tits are supported by a sexy lingerie bra that has no fabric over the breasts. In the mirror, my nipples proudly poke through the shirt as I move side to side. I pick out an above-the-knee cut skirt. It isn’t quite, “girls night out at the club” slutty but certainly a bit much for around the house, office, or supermarket. After a moment searching through the panty drawer I close it in favor of the naughty feel of being bare underneath. And I decide to go barefoot.
I don’t go too overboard on the makeup. Just a bit on the whore’ish side with heavy eyeliner and reddish-pink lipstick that’s supposed to remind men of pussy lips. Last year on a lark I bought an expensive pheromone perfume synthesized to mimic characteristics of a woman’s vaginal secretions. It’s designed to work on men the same way male dogs are attracted to a bitch in heat. To me it just smells like underarm or crotch sweat which made me think it was a scam. I applied it to my forearm and let the older guy I was fucking at the time smell it. At first he pulled back like it was a little unpleasant and asked me where my arm had been. But he soon leaned in again and I watched his nostrils flare and eyes dilate slightly. He seemed somewhat aroused by it. Later as he was mounted atop me slamming away I noted that he lifted my arm to smell it a few times spurring him to pound me harder. So I smear a line of the scent from the inside of each wrist down each forearm. Finally before leaving my room I pull up the shirt up long enough to massage erect nipple gel into my areolas. The cool tingling immediately brings my nipples to attention which from past experience should last an hour or so.
Once downstairs I mix up a tall, strong vodka and tonic and gulp half of it at the kitchen counter. On an empty stomach the alcohol hits my brain almost immediately making me more at ease. I press the opener for the front driveway gate and minutes later the doorbell rings. It’s a mid twenties Hispanic delivery guy he stops mid sentence after looking up from the receipt while telling me the total. His eyes are locked on my breasts for a full two seconds before he yanks himself from the spell I’ve cast on him and has to look down again to reread the total. I love this and the wanting look on his face adds fuel to my fire. My skin flushes and a light sexy perspiration breaks out. I give him a $100 for the $60 something bill for the two large pies.
Both kids respond enthusiastically to my texts about gourmet pizza from our favorite restaurant and I hear the light sounds of Blossom skipping up the stairs from the basement seconds later. “I hope you got one of pizzas with pep—per—-o——-ni” she trails off as her eyes scan up and down me resting on my chest for a second before looking away. “Of course I did sweetheart” pretending I hadn’t noticed anything.
Alex comes down a minute later. Usually he bounds down three steps at a time but his fractured arms locked straight in casts have him moving in a slow side to side Frankenstein gate. I surreptitiously watch his reaction to my attire and war paint and I get exactly what I was hoping for. His eyes wander all over me-up my tone legs, my hips and ass, and especially on my aroused nipples clearly defined through the cotton shirt. When our eyes meet he cracks a slight smile and while Blossom is grabbing dishes, he looks me over again-a clear expression of boyish lust on his face. “That’s right baby, your whore mother slutted herself out just for you” I think. I grab a two liter of Coke from the fridge and the cold air wafts up my skirt caressing my bare moist cunt lips in a most delicious way.
Alex is already off the pain meds, so I pour a few ounces of Captain Morgan rum in his glass before adding ice and soda. I’m not absolutely sure what I have planned tonight but a little alcohol loosening him up can’t hurt. Blossom feeds her brother first, thankfully not garishly mounted atop him like this morning. “Are you going out someplace mom?” she asks. I tell her I just don’t want to feel like a frumpy house mom tonight as I wolf down a couple slices before making myself another strong drink. Alex continues to steal glances my way every chance he gets. When he takes the first straw sip of his drink, he looks at it funny, then at me but says nothing and sucks down a lot more. Good boy.
“Okay Blossom, let me take over feeding our man so you can eat.” I slide my chair next to his as she moves to the opposite side of the table attacking her food. I swing my son’s chair 90 degrees to face me and pull myself as close as I can bracketing his bare legs inside mine, my skirt riding up somewhat as I do so. As I feed him, I take every opportunity to make it somewhat sensual, but not so much as to alarm his sister. I stare seductively into his eyes, wipe his lip with my fingertip and lick it off. “Here’s another slice for you big man” I coo. I let my free hand run all over him, including sliding up the inside of his thigh until my fingertips are a couple inches under the fabric of shorts . All the while I constantly shift my body rubbing my legs against his to the point he’s getting distracted enough that I have to prod him to continue eating. It has the effect I want. Alexander’s cock is straining against his shorts. I don’t even try to hide looking at it and smile at him. My pussy begins to leak.
“My TV show is coming on. Is it Okay if I take my last slice downstairs mom?” my daughter asks. Fuck yeah! Get your little tan ass out of here!! I think. “Sure. Oh don’t worry about cleaning up, I’ll take care of it.” As soon as she leaves I ask Alex if he wants more Coke. “Do you want another splash of rum in it? I thought you still might be in some pain.” “Yeah…. Sure, mom.” As I make a second even stronger drink he watches me with an overwhelmed look on his handsome young face. Even though he isn’t a virgin my son clearly is not used to the sexual foreplay I’m laying on him. A brief moment of uncertainty comes on. How far am I willing to take this? The truth is that I’m not sure. But I do know I have to have more of my gorgeous teen son tonight. Probably not everything, but more of him.
He just wants one more slice. I feed him slowly, and with Blossom gone I give up all pretense of this being anything but sexual. Once he’s done I slide the side of my bare foot up and down the back of his calf as he sucks down more rum and coke. Our eyes are locked on each other as I playfully caress his chest. If some stranger could see us now they would have no doubt I was some cougar preparing to bed my young conquest. I feel so dirty, so bad, and so fucking turned on! I cup my hands on the top of his head running my fingers through his wavy honey brown hair. He sniffs at my pheromone laced arms a look of confusion mixed with arousal on his face. “You look really good mom.” “Thanks. You know I did this just for you?” He nods and continues looking into my eyes. The combination of his youthful naïveté and teenage want is such a turn-on and after a moment’s contemplation I take the plunge and lean in kissing him on the lips. After hesitating for a second he kisses me back. Not open mouth but way more than a mother-son peck. But just before I slip my tongue into his sweet mouth I stop and pull back. Not here. Not yet.
Alex leans over and finishes the last of his drink. “Let’s go up to your room babe.” I feel like a college girl at a fraternity party. But as I help him up he stumbles and only stays upright by me supporting him. Fuck, I shouldn’t have given him so much rum! Our trip up the stairs is an ordeal. His young system has been hit much harder by the alcohol then I expected. Once in his room he begins sloppily kissing my neck and rubbing my thighs as much as his constrained arms will allow. “I love you mom. I love what we did this morning. You’re sooo frucking hot!” he slurs. He’s falling against me clearly drunk. But then he suddenly stops and looks off-his unfocused eyes wandering. “I really gotta piss…” I sigh..
Despite my yearnings, my motherly instincts kick in and I lead him into his bathroom and pull down his shorts. He’s only at half staff which makes things easier. I just barely have him in hand and aimed when he begins pissing-not paying attention to anything but his relief. It seems like a half gallon of urine comes out of him before it finally ends with a few squirts. “Let’s get you to bed” I say reluctantly giving up on anything else sexual tonight. He hates sleeping in his hospital shirt so I unbutton it and throw it on the chair. But as I try to ease him down onto the bed he pins his arms on either side of me dragging me down on top of him. We hold there for a minute just breathing against each other. He feels so wonderful and warm with my tits pressing against his bare chest through the cotton fabric. We’re face to face and he starts laying wet kisses on me, quickly transitioning to licking my neck. “Oh mom! Do what you did this morning it was so good!” he pants into my ear. I can feel his cock hardening between us.
I switch back on as quickly as he does. Pushing up I look him square in the eyes. “Is that what you want young man? You want your mommy to make you cum again? How about I suck your cock? Would you like that? Alex is bewildered. He just gives me a dopey smile and nods. As I pull his shorts and underwear off, I give him more of the dirty talk I love. “Is that what my perverted little boy wants? You want your own own mother to suck your dick until you cum down her throat? I don’t think he’s paying attention, but my nasty language is getting me more excited. I strip off his socks leaving him completely naked. He’s laying across the bed with his legs bent at the knees-feet on the floor. I drop to my own knees between them and lean over just inches above his hard-on. “Look at me Alex. I want you to see me give you better head than that little bitch from school did!” He does, and while locking eyes with my boy, I slowly trace the tip of my tongue up the underside of his penis. “Uhh!” He groans. I paint his cock getting it wetter with each lick. His balls have some short hairs with a healthy light brown patch above his shaft, but not a jungle. I squeeze my fingers around his sac and pull down lightly which aims his penis towards the ceiling. Then my jaw opens engulfing his length inside me. His 6 inches more than fills my mouth. I wrap my lips tightly around his base and suck, squeezing my cheeks and tongue around him. He lets out a long groan. “Oh your mouth is so good!” He gasps. The fact that I birthed the young man that just said that makes this even hotter for me.
I know, I’m a sick bitch that’s getting off on performing a sex act on my own progeny. To confirm as much my hand reaches up under my skirt to find my crotch coated with my arousal. My hand clasps against my cunt drawing a groan of my own. Pulling back, my circle his sensitive head and I swirl my tongue around it eliciting a “ha’uh!” sound. I love pleasing my new man and he groans again feeling me trying to worm the tip into his pee hole. My three inner fingers expertly manipulate my engorged clitoris as my mouth begins riding his cock.
As I work him, a plan formulates in my twisted head. I could easily pull my lips off of my child, mount him, and consummate our incestual affair right now. No, not tonight. We will take this slow. With each encounter we will push our boundaries further and further culminating with my offspring’s semen flooding into my womb. Even after that I will introduce him to other kinky debauched sex acts ruining any other woman for him. We will become more intimate with each other than anyone else ever will. He will belong to me…
Alex is pumping his hips up meeting my mouth, a near constant stream of moans comes from him. Just like this morning I can tell he’s close. The salacious thought of him shooting his creamy seed full of our shared DNA into my mouth eggs me closer to my own orgasm. I pull off just long enough to taunt him. “Are you close baby? Are you going to cum in my slutty mouth!?” He’s too far gone to respond. Going back down on him I use all of my extensive skills gathered over 20 years from hundreds of blow jobs on a dozen men. My beautiful boy is close and my hand has brought me to the edge as well.
With surprising strength he arches his hips and my upper body weight and suspends us clear off the mattress. I hold him inside me sliding my tongue side to side against the underside of his dick. “Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!” he chants each grunt paired with a convulsion and a hot spurt of sweet boy juice jetting against the back of my palate. He shoots half a dozen times and I hold his semen instead of swallowing. We’re frozen there for about ten seconds-my young stud’s torso and cock erratically wracked with little tremors. I use the opportunity to cup his firm buttocks and let my fingers delve deep into his crack. Slowly he surrenders to fatigue and gravity and my mouth rides his crotch back down. “Haaaa. Ahhh….” I’m rewarded with my boy’s satisfied groans.
With my lips forming a tight seal, I pull off his deflating penis. His eyes are closed but he winces when my lips slide over his sensitive head. Lifting up I savor my boy’s essence sloshing it around my mouth as my fingers drive me over the edge. As my orgasm begins I tilt my head back and let his semen slide down my throat like fine wine. It’s a long rolling climax with several guttural, “ummmms” escaping from me. I ride it out-eyes clamped shut and full minute passes before the waves of pleasure wane enough for me to open them.
Alexander’s head is tilted back, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. I silently watch as sleep quickly overtakes him and soon a soft snore rattles in time with his even breathing. After patiently watching him for a few minutes, I swing his legs onto the bed and cover his sweet naked body. Studying his angelic face I think about the new future we will have together. A beautiful future that will hopefully bring both of us even closer. I kiss him gently on the lips and whisper, “Good night Alexander, The Great.”
4am:
I wake from a deep dreamless sleep feeling refreshed like I slept 10 hours. Back in my room after leaving my son I had planned on retrieving my 6 inch Alex like dildo and fucking myself to at least one more orgasm before bed. But the tectonic events of the day caught up with me and I was out cold by 9pm. Unable to sleep more I put on workout clothes and head down to our home gym for an hour of weights and a 4 mile run on the treadmill. All the while I think of the two of us. Can we still have some semblance of a mother-son relationship after I’ve invited him into my bed? Can we keep this a secret from Blossom?
The workout has left me sticky so I hop in the shower, pausing the water flow to shave my armpits, legs, pussy, and the few stray hairs around my asshole. Using some shave cream for lube I run my middle finger around my anus and slowly dip it inside. “Ahh.. fuck yeah!” It’s been awhile since I’ve given my back door the attention it craves. Maybe tonight I’ll give myself a colon cleanse and see how far I can get one of my anal snakes up inside me.
But sunlight streaming through the bathroom window reminds me I don’t have time now for self play. “Your naked son is 30 feet away Cassandra” my now friendly little voice reminds me. After lathering up with flowery body wash I rinse off, dry and put on my sexy silk robe with nothing underneath. Blow drying my hair I stare back at myself. I look younger, wilder.. A spark flickers in my eyes. It’s amazing what access to hot young boy flesh does for an older woman. It’s nearly 7am. I apply a little makeup and brush my teeth. Are we just going to wake him up for another day or….. maybe something more? “Don’t bullshit yourself honey” I say out loud laughing.
I slip into his room locking the door behind me. Blossom hasn’t been upstairs in longer than I can remember but why chance it? Alexander is asleep on his back with the comforter pulled up to his chin. I sit on the bed next to him. “C’mon you booze hound, it’s time to get up.” I really didn’t give him that much rum. But besides maybe swiping a beer from a friend’s father or something, it’s probably his first alcohol and as his eyes blink open I can see he can feel it this morning. He groans a little but as he focuses on me the familiar smile returns. “Hey mom.” His eyes dance all over me.
“Do you feel OK?” I ask. “I just have a little headache.” “Yeah, I’m sorry about that babe. I shouldn’t have given you that second drink. Do you need to pee?” He shakes his head no. He’s already giving me that look he had yesterday morning. My son is looking at me like a lover. “Alex, we need to talk. Let me help you scoot up.” I grab him under his arms and with him using his legs we push-pull him into a seated position against the headboard. I’m slightly distracted by the edge of the comforter now bordering between his navel and his crotch.
“Are you sure you’re good with what we’re doing?” He rapidly nods his head. “Oh yeah mom!”
“I mean, you’re not going to end up hating me or anything?” “No mom. Last night was great, even better than in the shower.” As I sit next to him with my bare legs dangling off the bed, my son continues to look at me hungrily. With a bit of effort he moves his encased arm over and runs his hand up my thigh. There’s no doubt what he wants first thing this morning.
“Do you think I’m pretty Alex?” He nods never taking his eyes off my body, and having nothing under this thin silk robe with his fingers brushing up against the fabric makes this extra exciting. “I’ve seen you looking at me the past year.. And I like it. I’ve even worn and done things to make you want me.” I admit. I’ve left the robe loose in front and his eyes settle on the valley between my breasts. “Especially since I got my breast augmentation.” I reach between them and gently pull the silk back and down a couple inches uncovering more of myself. Alex’s gaze is laser focused and his breathing deepens raising his smooth muscular chest. I reach out and palm his pectoral sliding across his nipple as my other fingers tease the exposed flesh between my tits.
“Would you like to see them baby?” He nods slightly, never looking away. My fingers run up and down the edge of the fabric pulling it outward over my melon D cups with each pass, and as my nipples are exposed I seductively pinch them to bring some blood up into them. He stares unblinking, his tongue runs across his lower lip. With a quick maneuver I shuck out of the short sleeves and let the robe crumple around my waist. “Ohh” he mutters transfixed on my big mommy milkers.
Getting up momentarily I swing one leg over him straddling his legs, then reach down and grasp his arm casts bringing him up so he can fondle me. He runs his fingers under the sensitive bottom of my tits along the almost imperceptible incision scars from my surgery. His thumbs circle my areolas hardening my sensitive nipples. You like them sweetheart?” “They’re beautiful mom” Alex says finally looking up. He clearly has a hard-on tenting up the comforter. I hold him in that position for a couple minutes both of us enjoying the contact until my own arms tire of supporting him.
“When you were a baby, I could hardly get your mouth off of my boobs. You sucked me raw sometimes. Would you like to try them again?” He lets out a feeble, “Ehh” his pink lips are pursed ready to suckle. I set his arms off to the side and shimmy up his body rising up so my big globes are in his face. Alex wastes no time latching on to one and we both let out a, “Uuummm!” sound. He sucks my entire areola into his greedy mouth slithering his tongue across my nipple. I gently cup a hand around the back of his head. “You like being on mommy’s teet again honey? I wish I had milk-I’d let you suck me dry every morning.” My free hand circles behind my ass slipping under the cover to grasp his hard wet cock. We’re both starting to breathe heavy and I push my cunt against his abdomen with only the folded silk between us. My son switches to the other one with equal gusto, making soft infant like noises. I could do it. I could slide back a bit, aim him at my wet pussy, and drop down impaling myself on him. It would be so good, but no. Not yet. It’s only been 24 hours since we’ve been intimate. But sure as shit we’re both going to cum again this morning.
I let him nurse for a couple minutes until the need between my legs overtakes me. Pulling myself away, he vainly leans his head forward like a starving man denied a meal. He looks up with needy eyes. “Don’t worry Alexander, I have something else for my hungry man.” I go to the foot of the bed throwing back the cover exposing my son’s naked body. With all my strength I pull him down the mattress laying him flat and walk around the side. He turns his head to look at me and I slowly loosen the sash around my waist and let the robe drop to the floor. His eyes laser focus on my smooth glazed cunt shining in the morning sunshine beaming through the window. As determined as I am I still feel anxiety standing stark naked in front of my teen son. But as he stares open mouth practically drooling for a long 30 seconds, a surge of pure sexual excitement surges through me like an electrical current.
“Do you like that?” I ask, my voice deep and husky with my arousal. “You want to see me up close?” I climb on the bed and straddle his face, sliding a pillow under his head to position him where I need. I’m practically dripping. In our first two encounters I pleasured myself. Now it’s his turn. “Are you ready? Did you get practice eating that senior girl’s sweet little pussy when she would come over? Right here on this bed?” “Uh huh.” he nods. I feel his hot breath teasing my labia. Looking down into his azure blue eyes, I grasp the headboard and lower myself down to my son’s waiting mouth.
“Oh fuck! Aahh!” He immediately begins running his tongue along the length of my slit brushing over my clit with each stroke. As skilled as women get with their fingers, the feel of a wet tongue is so much better and my boy doesn’t hesitate using his. Each pass sends a jolt of pleasure up through my body. I can’t help but egg him and myself on with vulgar talk. “You like that kiddo? You like eating the pussy you came out of? “Aaaa” is his only response and he stops painting me and clamps over my clit flicking it rapidly with his tongue. “That’s it-that’s it!” My knuckles are white from gripping the headboard so tightly. Despite his youth, Alex clearly knows what he’s doing.
I’m so happy. The latent sexual undercurrent me and my son have circled each other in for the last year is is over. We’re together now and I will eventually have him in every way possible. He unclamps his lips but continues to rapidly lick my button. I’m all for a man leisurely eating me out, bringing me to the edge only to back off time and again. But not now. “Don’t stop baby. You’re going to make me cum right in your sweet mouth!” I’m undulating my hips, grinding on him. My son is about to give me the quickest oral orgasm I’ve ever had. “That’s it Alexander, make your dirty mom cum!” I feel so wicked, and I guess I am. But I don’t care.
It only takes another minute before I feel the familiar peak and my climax begins. My sweet boy dutifully keeps his mouth adhered to my throbbing cunt as I thrust my hips into his face. “Aahh! Aahh! fuck baby!” My cries are loud enough that it’s good his sister is two floors below us. He even knows enough to stop licking as my orgasm subsidies and I finally release my grip on his shaggy hair and lift off of him. He takes a few desperate breaths-his mouth and chin are shiny with my juices. He looks up at me. “Did I do good mom?” Instead of answering I descend on him and lick my lubricant off like a puppy on a treat. As soon as our mouths meet our tongues reach out and we’re engaged in hard French kissing. A light thump against my pussy mound reminds me that my baby still hasn’t had his release and I look down between us at his rock hard cock throbbing and leaking pre cum onto his belly. Should I take him in my mouth again?? I have another kinky idea..
“Wait right here” I tell him springing from the bed. “MOM!!” Alex pleads. “I’ll be back in a minute I promise you’ll love this..” After a quick peek into the hallway, I sprint to my room and retrieve a large bottle of sex lube that I usually use on my anal toys. I’ve got other plans for it. I’m back in seconds and pull my needy son up onto his knees and slide below him so he straddles my stomach. It takes all his pillows but I prop myself up to about the right height, all the while his stiff teen cock bobs above. He figures out what I have planned when I pump half a dozen squirts of the slimy milky fluid on the inside of my big fake melon tits.
A big smile breaks out on his face. “Well come on!” I say. He walks forward on his knees and I depress his penis between my titties and push them together trapping him. The truth is I’ve never done this before which only adds to my excitement. My child needs no encouragement and immediately begins thrusting. In no time Alex’s eyes close and he works into a rhythm tit fucking me. “Oh this feels so good!” he chants. He slips out a couple times but it’s a simple matter holding my breasts together with one arm while re-aligning him.
The physical stimulation isn’t doing much for me but I love this anyway. Watching the head of his penis appear and disappear between my flesh is so erotic and the sight of his tight teen body flexing above me is just as hot. I love bringing my boy pleasure and a certain pride fills me knowing I created such a beautiful young man. “You like this Alex?” “Uhh huh!”
I just wish my hands weren’t occupied. I’d like nothing more than to run my fingers up his torso, down his rib cage to cup his buttocks.
I think back to seeing him that day out by our pool in a 69 with his best friend. Do my son and Quintin just suck each other’s cocks or do they also fuck each other? God that would be hot! Alex did seemed to like it when I caressed his anus in the shower so maybe??. “I hope so because I’ve got plans for your ass my little bi-boy.” I think.
He’s slapping hard against my tits and they vibrate with each impact. His almost hairless balls drag back and forth deliciously against my solar plexus. I pinch my nipples seductively while looking up at him and he smiles slightly before throwing his head back and letting out an, “Uh, Uh” grunt with each stroke. “Oh fuck yeah..” he gasps. A week ago I would have chastised him for using language like that. No longer.. Watching him enjoying using my body brings a new and different type of satisfaction to me. I will make him mine but I’ll also be his, available almost anytime for his pleasure.
“Oh fuck mom… I’m gunna..”. “Cum on my tits baby!” For a moment I think about jerking him off on my chest but I since I’ve never been tit fucked before it will be hotter to see him spew between my girls. “Oh fuck-Oh fu..” He thrusts forward and holds and a couple spurts of Alex spunk belch from his helmet onto my upper chest. He jerks back and forth and a couple more splash inside the cocoon of skin I’ve enclosed him in. Small convulsions shake his upper body and he gives a couple more halfhearted thrusts before he’s done. His cum volume is noticeably less than before but since this is my boy’s third orgasm in 24 hours it’s understandable.
He holds in place catching his breath and winding down from his exertion. A light sweat covers him and I think how much I’d like to leisurely lick it all off. “How was that babe? I ask releasing his shrinking penis. “You’re the best mom.” I shimmy out from under and help him roll onto his back to relax. My pussy is aroused again and what I’d really like to do is have him watch me scoop his jizz off my chest and lick my fingers clean as I frig myself to another orgasm.
But I think we’ve had enough for today so I retreat to his bathroom and clean myself with a warm washcloth. Soaking it again, I return and gently clean his crotch and belly. He looks on contentedly. We study each other for a few moments and I lean in and kiss him. A long closed mouth sensual kiss. We hold our faces against each other-both enjoying the contact. “We’re going to do a lot more Alex. I’m going to teach you so much about lovemaking baby.” I whisper “But we are going to go slow. And even though we’re doing sexual stuff together, I’m still your mother and you still need to obey me.” “Okay mom.” he says cheerfully, his golden smile returning. It’s nice being a teenager. Alex isn’t questioning our relationship and isn’t caught up in a whirlwind of emotions and doubts. He seems to simply see this as a new fun hobby him and his mom have taken up together.
I reluctantly break away and pull him off the bed and to his feet. “But now we’ll make some breakfast. Are you hungry tiger?” I ask, playfully smacking his ass cheek.