Mom sees son with girlfriend, knows she can please him better.
For a brief, insane moment I feared they could hear the pounding in my chest. I jerked my head back around the corner and leaned against the wall in the hallway, struggling to catch my breath, trying in vain to force my heartbeat to slow.
I only watched for a second or two. Or ten. But the image was seared into my brain. The sight of my son kneeling at the side of his bed, face buried between his girlfriend's legs. He was fully naked, his penis erect. Her head was thrown back, mouth agape.
And there I was, cloaked in the deep shadows outside his room, feeling a small spot of heat between my own legs.
I chastised myself, called myself a pervert, a dirty old woman. I am his mother, after all. I was invading his privacy. Worse yet, for a fleeting moment I wished that I was the one on that mattress.
My name is Rebecca, and I'm a nursing supervisor at a local hospital. I was working the four-to-midnight shift that Friday night, so my son Kyle certainly thought he'd have all evening with Allison. But the overnight supervisor wanted some extra hours, so I knocked off around nine.
I wasn't especially quiet entering the house, but neither of the teen lovers had heard me approach. Kyle had a pair of thighs squeezing his head, and Allie was probably too focused on her own pleasure. And approaching orgasm, if I wasn't mistaken.
I listened as her moans began to crescendo. The bed was squeaking slightly, and I pictured her thrusting her narrow hips against my son's face.
I told myself that I was trapped there outside Kyle's room. In truth, our modest house is built on a concrete slab, so I could have easily padded down the carpeted hallway without fear of a creaking floorboard. But I was rooted to that spot. And as the seconds ticked by, I found myself unable to resist taking another look. I told myself that I was aroused only by the sheer eroticism of the sight, not any incestuous yearnings. I slowly leaned back toward the door and turned to peak in with one eye.
Their smooth, flawless young bodies were bathed in the bluish glow of a nearly full moon. Across the room a computer monitor added more light to the sexy scene.
Kyle was holding Allie's slender thighs up and apart, and her ankles were high in the air. She now had her head down and eyes open, watching as my son feasted on her snatch. She was holding her own small tits and occasionally squeezing her nipples as she urged him on.
"That's it, baby... yes... you make me feel so good!" Allie's teeth were clenched and she was almost hissing at him. I expected the dirty words to starting flowing any second, but they never did.
"Kyle -- you're making me cum! Oh god! Oh god! Oh yes!"
At that point she began grunting in a rhythm that must have matched the ebb and flow of her orgasm. That continued for nearly a minute, and Kyle kept licking and sucking to prolong her climax. I felt oddly proud of my son for being able to please a woman so completely.
I had never watched another woman have an orgasm, so I was momentarily spellbound. It wasn't until Allie began to recover and start stroking Kyle's hair that I realized I had been rubbing my own pussy through my skirt. Struck by another pang of guilt, I pulled my hand away.
But I couldn’t tear my eyes away as a smiling Kyle rose to his feet and bent down to kiss his girlfriend. Quick as a flash she reached over and grabbed a hand towel to wipe his glistening mouth and chin. Then she allowed him to kiss her on the lips but kept them tightly shut.
Strange, I thought. I always enjoyed tasting myself on a man during my post-orgasmic bliss. If it was me, I would have eagerly opened my mouth for him and sucked my cream from his talented tongue. Wait -- what was I thinking? This is my son!
Kyle stood up and gently pulled his girlfriend to a seated position on the bed. He was standing between her parted thighs, and his rigid cock stood proudly out.
It was the first time I'd seen him naked since I bathed him as a toddler. He wasn't bashful, so it was common for him to walk down the hallway in only a towel or work out in nothing but gym shorts.
But as he stood naked and aroused, I saw my 18-year-old as a man for the first time. He was tall and slender but muscled, a body built perfectly for the varsity basketball and swimming that he loved. His dark, short-cropped hair framed a handsome face and piercing green eyes.
Those eyes now gazed down upon Allison Gray, his girlfriend for the past six or seven months. She wasn't beautiful, but certainly pretty with a nice figure. She was tall, slender and athletic just like Kyle. They often jogged together, and she too was a competitive swimmer. Allie's skin was always bronzed, either from a tanning bed or many hours outdoors. She had small, pointy tits but was blessed with the longest legs I'd ever seen.
As Kyle stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers, it was obvious to me what he wanted. He'd just brought her off with his mouth, and it was time for her to reciprocate. But Allie didn't act on the subtle cue, so Kyle began leading her left hand toward his cock and simply murmured, "Please."
The girl gave a small twisted smile as if to say, "If I must." A part of me was frustrated with her, and I began to think of her as a cold fish.
She dutifully leaned forward and planted a few kisses on the tip of his hard, twitching prick. A string of pre-cum followed her lips as she pulled away, and Allie wiped it away absentmindedly. Then she took the base of his shaft between her thumb and forefinger and began stroking it up and down. Every few seconds she would kiss or lick the swollen head, and occasionally take it into her mouth. But she never sucked more than an inch or so.
"Ah, yes... Allie... that's nice..." Kyle cooed. But surely he wanted more. Surely he'd love her to sink down on his cock and suck it properly.
Allie worked on my son's prick for several minutes before I could tell he was getting close to cumming. He stood motionless and patient, avoiding any temptation to buck his hips or pull her further down his shaft.
"Oh god... I'm gonna cum, Allie," my son quietly warned. She pulled her face away and grabbed the towel as she continued jerking his dick. She covered his manhood with terry cloth and squeezed it as Kyle groaned and clenched his ass cheeks with orgasmic release.
I couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him. Sure, he was getting lucky with his pretty little girlfriend. But he looked almost pathetic standing there pumping his seed into a towel. He could have done that himself. And seeing Allie's practiced manner, I knew this must be their routine.
Losing my voyeuristic nerve, I retreated down the hallway to my own room and silently closed the door. I flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling as a riot of thoughts and images filled my head. I slipped my hand beneath my skirt and panties and rubbed myself to orgasm. It was quick and intense but unfulfilling.
I was racked with guilt for lingering in my son's doorway and invading his most private moments. Why was I unable to walk away? Was it just a normal, natural desire to view something sexy? Or was it worse than that? Did I want to be in Allison's place, committing forbidden acts with my son?
I thought again about his strong, youthful body and his impressive cock. A clear image of it remained in my mind. It didn't appear to be one of those fat cunt-stretching shafts, but it was admirably long at seven inches or so. It also had that slight upward bend that stimulates your pussy's sensitive front wall. I admitted that it would feel amazing to have him on top of me, easing his full length into my neglected cunt.
That neglect, I decided, was the problem. I married young and divorced young, leaving myself a single mother at the age of 39. That also put me near the peak of my sexuality, which probably explained my frequent horny urges.
Holding down a demanding job and raising a son on my own, I seldom had time to date. I once had a hot little fling with a doctor, and we even fucked a few times on a hospital bed. But that was almost a decade ago when I was still dumb enough to risk my job for a quickie. For the past couple of years, a vibrator and shower head had provided my only sexual release.
I thought about Allison and how lucky she was. A young, nubile teenager blessed with a handsome boyfriend who was eager to please her. But she was surely wasting that opportunity every time she and Kyle were alone together. As I just witnessed, she seemed repulsed by the act of sucking cock. I doubted she had let my son fuck her either. He deserved better.
Was it possible I could give it to him?
I knew the very thought was so wrong, so dirty. But I loved my son more than anything in the world, and I wanted him to be happy and fully satisfied. Besides, I literally ached for a hard cock, and there was one in my own house that was shamefully underused. Perhaps I could be my son's personal sex teacher, molding him into the perfect lover for the young women who'd be lucky enough to have him.
Back and forth, back and forth, my mind swung like a pendulum between longings for forbidden fruit, and waves of consuming guilt. Finally I drifted off to a fitful sleep.
I awoke early the next morning, for a moment not sure whether the whole thing had been a dream. But I quickly realized I had slept in my clothes on top of the bed, and knew that my memories and incestuous thoughts were indeed real.
Then as I heard Kyle in the kitchen, it occurred to me that he must be a nervous young man. Whenever he and Allie emerged from his bedroom last night, they would have seen that I was already home. They would surely fear that I had seen or heard them in bed together. For some reason that thought amused me, and I was suddenly eager to get up and face my son.
I stripped out of my dirty clothes, pulled on my bathrobe and headed for the kitchen. Kyle was at the table, reading the Saturday morning sports section and downing a bowl of cold cereal and a mug of steaming coffee.
"Good morning early riser," I told him as I gave him a kiss on the top of the head. "What's on the agenda?"
"I'm off today, so Greg and I are playing Forest Lakes," he replied without looking up. "We tee off at 8:40."
"Sounds good, honey. Break 80 for me," I said with a smile as I poured a cup of brew and leaned against the sink. "Did you and Allison have a nice evening?"
He looked up and I caught the hesitation before he answered. "Yeah. We went to see the new 'Pirates' movie."
"I got home early last night," I replied, then just let the words hang in the air for a moment. "I didn't want to bother you guys, so I just went to bed."
"Yeah, mom... about that..."
"Don't worry about it, Kyle," I assured him. "You guys have been together for a long time now. I can't say I was shocked. No big deal."
He didn't look convinced, and seemed to be searching for the right thing to say. I didn't wait for him.
"Just try not to be so loud," I said with a smirk as I placed my coffee mug on the counter. Kyle's mouth was hanging open as I headed for the door. "I'll be in the shower. I have a few errands to run this morning, but I'll be home to make us both some lunch after your round."
"Uhh... thanks, mom."
My bedroom has a private half-bath, but the only shower is in a common bathroom down the hall. I was still smiling to myself as I stepped inside and closed the door. I slipped off the bathrobe and turned toward my reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.
Just shy of 40 years old, I was still proud of my face and figure. Out of habit, I tucked strands of my light-brown hair behind one ear. I have green eyes above a small, slightly upturned nose and full lips.
My slender neck leads down toward average-sized breasts. My bra size is 34B, but I wouldn't want much bigger boobs on my five-foot-two frame. I gave them a squeeze and turned to one side for a good look. I'm pleased that child bearing and breastfeeding didn't turn them into saggy mommy tits. They're still fighting gravity quite well, and stand out proudly on my chest. Most men love my nipples. They're a good quarter-inch long when erect, and very sensitive. Surrounding them are large, suckable, dark pink areolas.
I ran my hands down my tits and flat stomach, and was again thankful for the effects of frequent workouts. My hospital has a full health club, and employees get free memberships. I spend four to six hours a week there to keep my body looking young and sexy.
I wondered at that moment whether Kyle had ever noticed my body. I thought about that for a while, trying to remember whether I'd caught him stealing glances at me as I sunbathed or walked down the hallway in nothing but a towel.
Come to think of it, I was sure he had. But there was a big gap between a typical horny teenager having a passing thought about his mother's body, and wanting to take her to bed. Or was there? I'd heard that it was common for sons to lust after their mothers. I was the only female he saw every day, and sometimes I was a bit careless about keeping myself covered. Yes, I decided, there was a pretty good chance he'd fuck me if I gave him the chance.
I was startled back to reality by Kyle's voice just on the other side of the bathroom door.
"I'm heading out, mom. I'll call you when I'm on my way back."
"All right, honey, have a good time."
As I listened to Kyle leave, I decided this would be the day. I would certainly not force myself on my son, but I would give him the opportunity to act on any fantasy he might have.
As I showered, grabbed breakfast and began a series of short trips around town, I formulated a plan. By the time I got back home, that plan seemed bulletproof. The fantasizing made me exceedingly hot, but I resisted the urge to pull out my vibrator and bring myself off. I wanted all my horny urges to keep me from losing my nerve.
Kyle called about 12:30 but I let it go to the answering machine. I wanted him to think I had lost track of time and didn't expect his return. Leaving the shower curtain and bathroom door open, I quickly filled our tub with nearly scalding water, stripped naked and stepped in. Normally stretching out in a steaming hot bath was my favorite form of relaxation, but my nerves were tingling and my heart pounding with anticipation.
As soon as I heard Kyle's key in the front door, I turned on my MP3 player and put the buds in my ears. I turned the sound nearly all the way down and waited for his approach. As my son came down the hallway I started singing with the music so he would think he I was completely unaware of him.
A few seconds later I heard a soft intake of breath. Kyle had obviously seen me naked in the bathtub, my tits bobbing just below the surface of the water. But he hadn't spoken, cleared his throat or otherwise warned me of his presence. Perfect. He was going to watch.
I desperately wanted to sneak a peek at the door, but didn't want to risk scaring him off. The door was slightly behind me, so a peeping Kyle would think he was safe as long as he stood still.
After a few moments, I reached for my bottle of shower gel and squeezed a purple blob of it in my hand. I massaged my arms, neck and shoulders with the soapy gel.
Then I sat up straighter in the tub so my tits emerged from the hot water. The nipples hardened almost instantly, and I felt a mild jolt of electricity run from them down to my pussy. I worked the shower gel over my chest and slowly massaged my breasts with lathered hands.
I realized I was breathing rather heavily, and smiled at the effect that must have on my son. He was peeking in on his naked mother as she languished in the tub and pleasured herself. I wondered if he had an erection. Maybe he was stroking himself.
I rinsed off my hands and took the ear buds off so I could stand up. I thought I detected movement in the doorway, probably from Kyle easing back to avoid detection. I again squeezed some shower gel into my hand and began working into my skin. I started with my belly, then allowed my fingers to get closer and closer to the thin strip of hair that led to my pussy.
I almost felt guilty for teasing him so mercilessly. But I placed one foot on the edge of the tub and ran my hands up and down my leg, paying special attention to my soft, smooth thighs. God, it felt good. My cunt was on fire by now, and I couldn't help but brush it a few times with my soapy fingers.
When I was finished with both legs, I turned my back on the bathroom door where Kyle was presumably watching and perhaps stroking his meat. As I bent over slightly to pick up the bottle of shower gel, he should have had a clear, close view of my pussy lips framed by my round ass checks.
Suddenly I couldn't take it anymore.
"Kyle, honey, would you wash my back for me?"
I breathlessly waited for my words to sink in. Then I looked over my shoulder and a moment later, Kyle peeked sheepishly around the corner.
"It's okay, I knew you were there," I assured him. "Come on in."
With only a moment's hesitation, he shuffled around the door jamb and walked in. The poor kid's face was flushed with embarrassment, so he obviously didn't realize yet that he'd been set up. Kyle kept his eyes locked on mine, as if forcing himself to ignore my dripping, soapy body.
I let him see me look down. His hands were in his pockets, but his cock was clearly straining at his shorts. He shifted slightly as if he could feel my eyes on his crotch.
"Give it up, Kyle, there's no hiding that erection." I spoke in a motherly tone, and he apparently misunderstood.
"Mom... I... I'm..." he stammered. His eyes were pleading with me, and he clearly thought he would be punished for his voyeuristic behavior.
"Honey, I'm not mad," I said, giving him a broad smile. I quickly reached for him and pulled him close. Looking him straight in the eye, I added, "I'm just flattered that you obviously find me attractive."
"Oh mom... I... I think you're beautiful."
It was my turn to blush now, but I had to know for sure.
"That's sweet, Kyle. I guess all boys think their moms are pretty."
"Yeah, but... it's more than that," he said, holding my gaze. "You are sexy, too. You're one of the hottest women I know. I've wanted to..."
He lost his nerve at the sight of my raised eyebrows, but I wanted to hear him finish. "You've wanted what, honey?"
"I've wanted to see you like this... naked, I mean... for a long time."
"And now that you have, what do you think?"
"Mom, you look... amazing. I can't believe --"
My sweet, sexy, horny son couldn't finish the sentence. I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him. Almost immediately our mouths open, our tongues began to explore each other. For years we were unaware of the fire and lust that had been building between us, and it all had led to this moment.
We kissed for several minutes as our hands began to roam across our bodies, then I pulled away and gave him a twisted smile.
"No fair," I said simply, and pulled the polo shirt over his muscular chest and arms. He tossed it aside, and stood completely still as I unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. I fumbled a bit as my hands were shaking with nerves and delicious anticipation.
I pushed his shorts to the floor and looked down to see his magnificent cock stretching the fabric of his boxer-briefs. There was a wide wet spot near the top where pre-cum had oozed from his swollen head. Then slowly, teasingly, I pulled the band of his underwear out and slipped it down over the length of his cock, revealing his rigid shaft inch by inch.
Close up and in bright light, it was even more a thing of beauty. My son's cock was a good seven inches long, with a large purple head and fat, heavy balls. The shaft was twitching and throbbing with excitement, and it was all because of me. My head was spinning with the thought that this handsome young man was achingly hard at the sight of his naked mother. And the desire to fuck her.
Kyle literally gasped as I dropped to my knees in the tub and slid his underwear down to his knees. He stepped out of them and slipped off his socks as well. He stared down into my eyes but looked a little awkward and embarrassed, as if unsure what to do next.
"Relax, baby," I told him in a soothing voice. "I just want to taste your sweet cock."
He literally gasped at my words and I looked down to see a fresh bead of pre-cum emerge from his prick. I took the base of it in my hand and licked the salty sperm away. I loved the taste of sperm, and it had been far too long since I'd been able to enjoy it. But I also know that I'd get a mouthful very soon.
Kyle and I locked eyes as I began running my tongue up and down the length of his shaft. He sighed and groaned at the sensation, and kept shaking his head slowly in disbelief. I swirled my tongue over the swollen head before dropping my head slightly so it slid between my lips of couple of times.
"Bet you never thought you'd see this," I told him with a dirty smile. "Your own mother sucking your cock."
"Oh my god, mom. It feels so fu--" he paused, still hesitant to cuss in front of his mom.
I laughed as I told him, "It's okay, you can tell me it feels fucking good. Say whatever comes to mind, I like dirty talk."
Not giving him a chance to answer, I returned my attention to his beautiful cock, this time sliding a good two or three inches into my mouth. I licked the sensitive underside of his prick head as I sucked. I reached for his balls and began stroking and fondling them as I bobbed up and down. Kyle ran his hands through my hair, pulling some of it aside so he could watch his first incestuous blowjob.
I gradually sucked more and more of his shaft until I could feel the tip nudging the back of my throat. I loved the sensation of him completely filling my mouth, stretching my lips, sliding across my tongue.
I knew my 18-year-old son couldn't last long, so I wasn't surprised to feel his cock swell larger in my mouth.
"Mom! Oh god! Mom -- I'm gonna cum!" He actually started to pull away slightly, obviously unsure what to do with his load. The boy was in for a treat.
I couldn't bear to take my mouth off his cock, so I answered him by wrapping my hands tightly around his tight ass.
"Shit... you're gonna swallow me! Fuck! Oh, mom... uhhhh!" He began grunting and groaning as he began to ejaculate. The first spurt was thin but powerful, splashing against the back of my throat. Then a series of fat loads coated my tongue and filled my mouth, and I began swallowing his cream as fast as I could.
I look up to see my son staring at me with eyes wide, blazing with lust. I decided to give him a little show, so I slid his cock nearly out of my mouth so the tip of it sat on my tongue. I pumped his shaft with my hand and felt the last few cumshots fire into my mouth. I swallowed eagerly and gave him a final slutty grin before I stood up.
"So I bet you'll never look at your mother quite the same way," I told him, pulling him into the tub with me. He staggered a bit, weak in the knees from the intensity of the last 20 minutes. I sat down in the still-hot bath, leading him to sit down across from me.
"I don't know what to say... what to think," he finally answered. "What got into you, mom?"
I confessed that I had watched him with Allison the night before, and that it ignited a powerful lust that I must have long suppressed. I told him I was impressed at his cunnilingus skill, but disappointed that he didn't get a proper blowjob in return.
"So did I do okay?" I asked him.
"Oh my god, mom, I've never felt anything like that before. No girl has ever... done it like that. That was fucking awesome."
"Somebody needs to teach that girl how to suck cock," I teased. "But somehow I doubt she'd like to get pointers from your mother. I'm curious, though -- have you guys gone all the way?"
"Actually, I haven't gone all the way with anyone," he admitted. But as if to assert his manhood, he added, "I've been with other girls, but haven't been any further than I got with Allie. Honestly, with us going to different colleges this fall, I don't think it's going to happen at all."
I took his hands in mine and looked him straight in the eye.
"Kyle, you'll have your choice of lots of girls," I told him earnestly. "It will happen, trust me. But in the meantime, I hope you'll consider being with me. As a matter of fact, I could teach you some things, mold you into a fantastic lover."
"You mean it mom?" he blurted out with a second thought. "I'd love to be with you. Just being here -- I still can't believe it -- is like a dream."
He quickly slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me toward him. The soapy water allowed me to easily slide forward onto his lap and I draped my arms over his broad shoulders as we began to kiss.
More confident and assured this time, his tongue explored my mouth as his strong fingers explored my naked body. He stroked my back and sides before slipping his hands under my arms and around to my chest. I felt his cock pressing against my pubic bone and realized that had never gone fully soft. I leaned back, placing my hands on the sides of the tub to offer him my breasts.
"So soft... mom, your tits are so soft and beautiful," he murmured. I blushed at the compliment as my son bent forward and eagerly began sucking and licking my nipples and stroking my soft flesh. Several times he flicked his tongue over my long hard nipples and marveled at their size.
"That's it, baby, suck mommy's titties," I urged. "You make me feel so good... oh yesssss."
He loved on my breasts for perhaps ten or fifteen minutes, seemingly unable to get enough of them. But I was getting hotter and hotter, and gradually found myself rubbing my clit against the base of his cock. I just had to cum.
Without warning I stood up in the tub above Kyle, who looked surprised until he realized that my pussy was now at his eye level. I leaned against the side wall and placed one foot on the edge of the tub so he had a clear view of my swollen pink snatch.
"Suck me, Kyle," I pleaded. "Eat momma's pussy. Make me cum!"
He needed to lean forward only a few inches before I saw and felt his nose and lips brush against my crotch. He planted kisses on my neatly trimmed pubic hair and outer cunt lips, then looked up to see me watching intently.
"You have a beautiful pussy, mom," he told me. Then he dipped a tongue inside me, making me shiver with the delight of first contact. "You taste so sweet."
With that, he dove into my snatch, rubbing his nose against my clit as he licked and tongue-fucked my dripping hole. I pushed my hips forward to give him better access -- and myself a better view of the forbidden act. Every lick, every suck sent waves of pleasure though my petite body, and I knew I'd cum even quicker than he had.
"That's it, son, eat my pussy. Fuck! That feels so good! Suck your mommy's cunt, suck my juices!"
Kyle attacked my pussy greedily, and I could see him swallowing my sweet cream. He had been stroking and squeezing my ass cheeks, but now move his hands between my thighs and used his thumbs to pry open my lips wide. He fluttered his tongue over my clit, and I began to go over the edge.
"Oh god, oh fuck... yes! You're gonna make me come, Kyle! Don't stop, baby!"
He latched onto my clit and began sucking it hard, and jolts of pleasure overtook me. I lost control of myself and began humping his face as I came.
"I'm cumming! Yessss!"
I squealed with delight as my entire body shuddered with waves of orgasm. My pussy-hungry son licked and sucked me all the way through it, drinking my juices as I came.
Finally after what seemed like several minutes, I returned to earth and collapsed down in to the tub in Kyle's arms. I was panting and gasping with the release of intense, pent-up incestuous passion.
"Are you okay, mom?" he asked. "Are you going to pass out?"
"No baby, I'm fine. I've never felt better, actually." I waited to catch my breath again. "I don't remember the last time I came so hard."
Kyle smiled broadly, obviously proud that he'd been able to please me so completely. I was overwhelmed with love -- and lust -- for him.
"It's time to reward you for that fine bit of pussy-licking," I said. "Would you like to fuck your mom now?"
"Oh, god," he said with a groan. "I want to fuck you so bad."
I didn't want to get out of the hot bath, but the depth of the water limited our options. So I got up on my knees, turned my back on my son, and bent over onto all fours.
"How's this?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at him and shaking my ass in his face.
"Oh my god, this is like a fucking dream," he groaned, and rose to his knees and positioned himself between my legs.
His steely cock was just above my ass, again throbbing with excitement. I reached back and grasped the hard shaft and rubbed the head against my wet pussy. I eased my body back and forth, dragging my juicy labia across the top of his cock. On the final stroke, I changed my angle a bit, allowing the first inch of his prick to enter my steamy tunnel.
We both gasped at the intensity of the moment. Kyle was entering a woman's pussy for the first time, a pussy that happened to belong to his slutty mother. I was having my first sex in two years, and taking my son's virginity in the process.
I looked back again at Kyle. His mouth and eyes were open wide as he gazed on the sight of his cock disappearing into my cunt.
"Keep watching as I fuck you," I told him. He steadied himself on the sides of the tub as I rocked forward and back, slowly taking more and more of his dick inside me. The feeling was absolutely delicious.
"Oh god, mom, you are so fucking hot! I can't believe you're fucking me. I want to do this every day!"
"Me too, baby, but just wait. It gets better," I answered. I was glad to have sucked his cock first, knowing it would give his teenaged cock a little stamina. "Now it's your turn. Fuck me. Make mommy scream."
My dirty words shook him from his waking dream, and he moved his hands to my slender hips. Up to this point, I hadn't taken quite all of him inside me. But with his first thrust, my son buried his cock to the hilt.
I cried out with pleasure and pushed back at him to let him know that he wasn't hurting me. Kyle responded by transforming into a human piston, slamming his prick into me again and again. His youthful lust and energy took over, and he fucked me like I'd be his last.
My tits were swinging and splashing against the surface of the water with the rhythm of our incestuous fucking. I could hear the squishing of cock into pussy, my son's heavy breathing as he rammed me over and over. His heavy balls swung with each stroke, often bumping my excited clit and pushing me ever closer to climax.
"That's it, honey, fuck me... fuck me... make mommy cum!" Sure enough, my second orgasm approached like thunder and lightning, intensely powerful and white hot. "Keep fucking me... yes! I'm cumming!"
I actually screamed as the waves of orgasm crashed down on me. It was as if my pussy took over my entire body, and Kyle was fucking every inch of me. It was like nothing I'd experienced, and I knew I would fuck my son every chance I could get.
Somewhere in the midst of my climax, I realized that Kyle was warning me that he was about to come too.
"Keep fucking me, baby," I urged. 'Cum inside me. Fill mommy with your cum!" I had had my tubes tied ages ago, so I was free to feel him spurt inside my pussy.
I looked over my shoulder to watch him fuck me and lose himself in lust. Kyle's strokes became a bit slower but more powerful as he reached his orgasm.
"Oh god... fuck! I'm cumming mom! I'm cumming inside you! Yes!" He groaned, grunted and cursed as I felt his sperm empty into my cunt. Hot and thick, I loved the feeling of it filling my steamy tunnel and leaking out down my thighs.
Finally Kyle's strokes began to slow as he reached the end of his climax. His body shuddered and twitched as his cock spurted the last couple of loads inside me. He and I were finally spent, finally satisfied.
Kyle slumped behind me and his prick slipped out of my pussy with a soft pop. We both sat in the tub for a moment, but realized the bath was now just lukewarm.
I fired up the hot water and we enjoyed our first shower together. Kyle and I gently, lovingly washed each other, as we talked about what had just happened and what the future held.
"I love you," we both said over and over. We were still mother and son, alone together as we had been for nearly 15 years.
Most of the summer lay before us before Kyle heads off to college. By the time he finds the woman he'll marry, he'll be an experienced, giving lover.