I thought my pussy would just explode if I didn't rub myself quickly. I had just implied to my son that I wasn't wearing panties. The look on his face as I undid the tie to my robe was priceless. I wondered what he would have done if I'd let the robe fall to the floor right there in front of him?
I went into my bedroom and quietly shut the door. I dropped my robe to the floor right there and went at it. My pussy was so hot and wet. Have you ever been so turned on that you can feel the pulse of your heart beating in your pussy? I was so swollen and aroused it was like every pump of my heart was sending the blood to my pussy lips.
I went to the floor and lay down on my back, spreading my legs wide. The nightgown was short enough that I only had to brush it out of the way to get my hand between my legs. My right hand was rubbing away at my clit while my left was squeezing my nipples. I was so turned on. I pinched my nipple so hard that my fingertip almost met my thumb, squishing the nipple flat. Then, I twisted it and pulled it until I thought it would rip off.
Pinching, twisting, and pulling on my nipples and flicking away at my throbbing clit soon brought me to an orgasm. It was my third of the evening. Three orgasms I'd had in the last few hours and all of it was because of thinking about my son! I finally crawled into bed and fell asleep, the deep sleep of the sexually satisfied.
The next morning didn't give me much time to think about anything other than quickly loading the van with my daughter, husband, and all of the various soccer equipment needed for the games we had scheduled. I was filling ice in a small cooler for drinks as my husband headed out the door. I heard him yell upstairs to Greg that we were leaving and Greg's muted reply back to him.
I put the cooler in the van and realized I'd forgotten my sunglasses. My husband groaned and said, "Meet you in the street." He started backing out of the garage as I ran back into the house. I grabbed my sunglasses and quickly headed for the front door. Just as I was about to open it I heard Greg call my name.
I turned and looked up the stairs. He was poking his head around the corner of his room, looking down on me. He asked me in a stage whisper, "Are Dad and Jenna in the van?"
"Yes, baby," I told him. "We're running late. What is it?"
"I wanted you to see something, if it's okay?" he said quietly, but he didn't move.
I was in a hurry, knowing that my husband was waiting in the street.
"What is it, Greg? We're running late." I asked him in a rush.
He stepped around the edge of the door.
He was naked.
His cock was long and hard and stood out proudly. He held the panties that I had put under his bed in his right hand.
We stood there staring at each other for a few seconds.
I licked my lips unconsciously. "That's real nice, baby." I told him.
"Thanks," he said quietly. "I...just... well, I just wanted you to see."
As I stared at my son's hard cock, he reached over and wrapped my panties around it and started stroking.
My husband honked the horn. I about jumped out of my skin. Greg jumped too and quickly scooted back into his room.
"I'll see you later," I said just loud enough for him to hear me, and then I opened the door and ran out to the van.
We were at the soccer fields in about ten minutes. I lasted there about another ten minutes before I begged off claiming an upset stomach.
"I'll just run home for a bit. It will probably pass, but the last place I want to be right now is far away from a bathroom." My husband agreed, so I took the van back home. I told them that I'd go back and get them in two hours, or sooner if I felt better.
I drove home in a trance-like state. I assume I obeyed all of the traffic laws because all I could think about was my son standing there naked and showing me his body and his throbbing manhood. I parked in the driveway and quietly entered the house.
"Greg, I'm back," I said softly. "Where are you?"
"Up here!" he called back softly.
I slowly walked upstairs. My heart was beating like a drum. I walked to his door and stood in the doorway.
My son was lying on his bed, still stark naked. His cock was standing up straight and proud. My panties were on the bed next to him.
"Well," I said in a husky voice I haven't heard in a long time. "Look at you."
He started to sit up but I told him no.
I was leaning against the door frame with my arms folded.
"So this is what you wanted me to see? Is this something a Mom should be seeing?" I asked.
He lost his confidence then. "I, uh...thought that maybe...you wanted to see it. I wanted to show it to you."
"Okay," I teased. "Now that you've shown it to me....now what?"
I watched as his penis flexed, but he suddenly didn't know what to do.
"Ummm, well..." he stammered again. "you left me your panties, so I thought..."
"Greg," I interuppted, "do you want to masturbate for me? I mean, do you want me to watch you do it?"
"That would be cool," he said quickly. "I mean, do you want to watch me do that?
"Well, just looking at that thick cock has me thinking all kinds of things," I told him. "But I think it would be incredible to see you do that."
"What should I do?" he asked.
"Just do what comes naturally," I told him. "The fact that your Mom is standing here watching you should be a bit of a turn on, shouldn't it?"
"Yeah," he moaned. He grabbed his cock, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and started stroking.
I was amazed at how thick and hard he was. He was about the same as his Dad and I knew from experience how awesome that cock was.
I continued watching as he squeezed and stroked it. The precum was glistening at the tip, oozing the sweetness out to make the purple-pink head all slippery. I knew that his cock would slide right into me with that slickness adding to it.
"Are you going to use my panties?" I asked in a sexy, sweet voice. "Are you going to cum all over the panties I left for you? The panties I came in myself last night?"
"Oh, wow, Mom." he moaned. His stroking continued to gain more speed as I talked, so I kept it going.
"Use them, Greg." I ordered. "Use your Mother's panties. I came in them thinking about you doing this, so why don't you cum in them too."
"You came...thinking about me?" he moaned. He must have been close. He grabbed the panties and wrapped them around the head of his cock.
"I came into your room last night, Greg." I said quickly. "I thought about walking in on you masturbating. Do you want to know what I did?"
"Yessssss," he moaned urgently.
I slipped my hands upward to caress my breasts through my shirt. "I masturbated in here last night, Greg. I took off all of my clothes and fingered myself right here on your floor."
"Uhhhh," he moaned through clenched teeth. "I'm close. I'm gonna cum soon!"
"I was totally naked right here in your room."I continued. "I fingered myself to an orgasm right here. I was on my hands and knees with my naked, bare ass facing the doorway. I came so hard when I thought about you coming home early and catching me doing it. Would you have liked to have seen that? Seen your naked Mom masturbating?"
"I'm coming!" he said urgently. His body tensed up and his head slammed back against his pillow as his orgasm took over. It was powerful! He shook again and again. He was physically slamming his body up and down on the bed as he came.
He stroked his cock, stopped, then stroked again. I couldn't see it fly out because he was cumming into my panties held against the head of his cock. The panties quickly became soaked and I could see the stain building up on them.
He finally slowed down and just lay there huffing and puffing.
"That was very impressive," I told him. "You've got a very nice cock on a very nice body."
"Thanks, Mom." He said, still breathing heavy.
"Let me see it again," I told him. "Move those panties."
He pulled the panties away. I could see strings of his cum stretching until they broke. Some of the cum was all over my panties and some was all over his cock. I walked over to the side of the bed looking down on the naked body of my son.
"Yeah, that's a really nice cock you have there, baby." I told him. As I stared at it, it flexed once or twice and like magic it was hard again. It had never actually gone totally soft, and now it was hard as steel again.
"Do you want to touch it?" I heard him ask softly.
"I do, baby." I said softly. "I really do." I touched my index finger of my right hand to his knee and slowly moved up his thigh, dragging my fingernail along his leg. I stopped before getting to his cock, although what I really wanted to do at that moment was just grab it and hold it tight.
"I think we've pushed the Mom/Son boundaries a bit too much already this morning, don't you think?" I said softly. "Let's just stop right here for now, okay?"
He couldn't hide the disappointment in his face. I grabbed the panties from the bed. My panties that my own eighteen year old son had just shot his load into. I walked back to the doorway and turned to look back at him. He met my eyes and then grabbed his cock again.
"Thanks for showing me this, " I told him. "And thanks for this, too." As I said that, I looked down at the panties in my hand. I could see a big spot of his cum there on the filmy fabric. I met his eyes.
"I'll get you another pair soon, okay?" I told him.
Then I turned and left the room.
Minutes later I was in my bathroom.
I watched myself in the mirror as I spread what was left of his cum on my nipples. Then, still staring at my breasts in the reflection, I licked the cum from my fingers.
I met my own eyes in the mirror's reflection.
"Seems like old times," I said softly.
I had just masturbated in my bathroom while staring at my naked reflection in the mirror. I fingered myself while rubbing my eighteen-year old son's cum all over my nipples. I had his cum on my fingers because he had just masturbated right in front of me. He jacked off into a pair of my panties and I took the panties afterward and smeared the sperm with my fingers.
I had lied to my family and snuck home from my daughter's soccer games. Why did I do this? So I could come home and look at my naked son.
He wanted me to see him stroke his cock.
I wanted to see him stroke his cock.
So I did.
I went upstairs and stood in his door watching him while he jacked his cock for me. Afterward, I walked away and gave myself an orgasm while standing in front of my bathroom mirror.
Now I had reluctantly climbed back into my clothes again. I had to go back to the soccer games, since I'd stranded my daughter and husband there. I wasn't feeling any guilt about this either. I was strangely calm, as if this was meant to be and had finally happened. I brushed my hair, grabbed the keys and headed for the front of the house.
"Greg!" I called gently from the front door. "I have to go back to the soccer field."
I heard his feet hit the floor as he got up from his bed and walked to the landing at the top of the stairs.
Damn. He was still naked.
Yes, his cock was hard again.
Yes, I was still a bit wet and this didn't help me any.
"C'mon, baby," I laughed. "You can't just walk around naked like that. Get dressed."
He looked down on me and said, "You don't want to see me like this?"
"I do, baby," I replied. "I did. Why do you think I came back? But we can't just have you naked all of the time."
"Don't go just yet," he said. He took his cock in his hand and started stroking it.
"Baby, no." I told him. "There isn't time. Now put that monster away."
He kept stroking. "It won't take me long, Mom. As long as I can see you."
I wanted to see it.
"Surely you don't need to cum again so soon?" I asked him.
"You bring it out in me, Mom," he replied while stroking that thick, hard cock. "I can't help it."
I sighed and put my purse down on the floor. "Okay, baby," I told him. "Stroke that thing, but hurry."
Now of course, I didn't need to be here for him to masturbate. I wanted to be there for it, though. I leaned back against the door and crossed my arms across my chest. I didn't anticipate that the movement would just put empashis on my breasts.
"Yeahhh..." he moaned. "I love your body, Mom. You're so freaking hot."
"Do you mean this body?" I teased. I ran my hands up and down my sides, slowly across my breasts. Then I did a slow turn for him, allowing him to admire my backside and legs. When I turned back around to face him, he was shooting his cum onto the stairs!
"Yeah..." he moaned loudly.
I stood there mesmermized as he shot his hot cum out onto the stairs. The Mom in me wanted him to stop and clean that up right away. The woman in me wanted to be laying on the floor underneath him and catching those hot squirts onto my naked breasts. Then I would smear it all over my nipples and lick and swallow his thick juice from my fingers.
"That's amazing, baby," I said huskily. "I like seeing that hot cum shoot out of your cock. How did it feel?"
"Its always great, but it's even better with you watching me Mom," he said.
I found myself slowly climbing the stairs. I reached the steps below where his cum had landed. I couldn't believe he had that much in him after cumming earlier.
"Get me a tissue, Greg," I told him. "No, wait," I giggled. "Get me a bunch of tissue."
He turned and padded over to the bathroom and came out with the tissue.
"Here ya go, Mom." he said. Damn if his cock didn't look like it was on the way to getting hard again.
I took the tissue from him and used it to wipe up his cum from the wooden stairs. As I looked up to hand it to him, I caught him staring down my shirt from where I was leaning over. His cock was hard again.
From where I was standing a few steps down, his hard, throbbing cock was now at my eye level. It had a drop of cum oozing out.
"Here, baby," I said softly. "Wipe your cock off before it drips onto the floor." I handed him the wad of tissue and he rubbed the head of his cock with it. Then he stood up tall and proud with his cock just a foot away from his Mother's face. He flexed his muscles and his cock bounced.
Have you ever been in that type of situation where all you want to do is reach forward and guide your son's hard cock into your mouth? That's where I was at that moment in time.
So I did what any loving Mom would do in this situation. I told him to get dressed and that I wanted him to clean the stairs properly before we got back from the soccer games.
He relunctantly did my bidding. I could hear him opening drawers in his room as I went out the front door. I got back to the fields in time to see the last half of my daughter's second game. I felt no remorse about what had happened with my son. I only felt a bit guilty about lying to my husband to go back home.
The rest of the day went by like a normal Saturday. We had a nice lunch. My husband and son did the lawn while Jenna and I did some shopping. Jenna had two of her girlfriends over for pizza and movies and they ended up spending the night. Greg took his girlfriend Crissa out to a carnival that came to town. When Greg came back home, the girls were all still up and they popped popcorn and flirted with him. Greg ate up the attention but finally went upstairs to his room.
Whenever Jenna has her friends over, my husband usually shuts himself in the bedroom. So at midnight, with my husband sawing logs in our bedroom, I found myself being the responsible parent and going around to check on the girls. I could tell they were going to be up all night so I told Jenna to just grab sleeping bags and for them to just crash in the den.
"Sure, Mom!" Jenna said. "As soon as this movie ends."
Since they weren't in any hurry, and I didn't want to hear them running up and down the stairs all night, I decided to just get the sleeping bags for them. I went upstairs, pausing for a second to recall what had happened there this morning. True to his word, Greg had done a good job cleaning. I couldn't see any stains on the steps.
I went to the closet near Jenna's room and grabbed all of our sleeping bags. I was walking toward the stairs when Greg opened his door.
He was just wearing a pair of boxers. Damn he had a nice body.
We met each other's eyes as I approached with the sleeping bags. I looked at him. He looked at me. He touched himself, obviously adjusting a growing erection. My eyes followed his movements and I raised my eyebrows questioningly at him.
"Hey, Mom." he said softly.
"Hey baby," I said back. Then I turned and called to Jenna to catch the sleeping bags. Greg stepped back a bit to make sure he was hidden. I tossed the bags down to Jenna and she ran back to the den. I turned and looked into Greg's room. He was looking at me. I nodded.
He pushed his boxers down to his ankles and stood there with that glorious cock of his at full attention.
I stood in the doorway again, half in and out of his room. From where I was I could see down the stairs and also into his room. I'd be able to know if someone was about to come upstairs.
"Do it," I whispered to him. He immediately began stroking his cock.
He wrapped his index finger and thumb around it and began to slide it back and forth. I wondered if that was enough of a grip, but it seemed to be working for him. I stood in the door staring and smiling as he jacked off his cock for me. I could hear the girls giggling downstairs. We were safe for the moment.
"Does that feel good?" I whispered with a grin. "Are you stroking your hard cock for me?"
"Yessss..." he moaned back between clenched teeth.
"You're naked baby," I told him quietly. "You're absolutely stark naked in front of your Mom and you're jerking your cock. This is wild."
"Un huh," he mumbled. I could tell he was already close to cumming.
"Are you going to cum for your Mom?" I whispered. "Are you naked in front of me? Are you jacking off right in front of your Mother? Are you naked right now with your sister's friends just downstairs?"
He started stroking really quickly now.
"Are you going to cum for me, baby?" I teased him in a whisper. "I want you to cum now. Cum quick before the girls come upstairs."
"Yessss..." he moaned. I could actually see the muscles on the side of his ass tighten up as he stroked faster and faster. I knew it was about to happen. The second he froze his hand on his cock and started to shoot, I quickly moved in and caught his load in my cupped hand. It felt so hot and sticky as it splattered into my hand.
"Oh wow, Mom!" he exclaimed as he stroked it again. His next spurt landed partly in my hand and partly up my wrist. I caught it all, cupping my hand underneath his cock as he milked it.
I never touched him. He spilled all of his seed into my hand. When he was done, I stepped back into the doorway. I held up my cupped hand to show him all of his cum.
"Goodnight, baby," I told him. I closed my hand tightly so I wouldn't lose a drop and stepped out of his doorway, using my other hand to close the door. Once his door was closed, I quickly pulled my hand up so I could lick the cum that had landed on my wrist.
I quickly went downstairs. I told the girls to get some sleep at some point tonight and I went straight to my bedroom. My husband was still asleep. I quietly went to the bathroom and closed the door.
I opened my hand and looked at the sticky mess my son had just shot into it. I looked into the mirror.
There was no way I could undress and get naked without spilling his cum. I did what I could. I reached over and pulled my shirt and bra up to my neck and quickly grabbed my left breast, smearing the cum all over it. My nipple turned hard fast as my palm spread my son's sperm all over my tit. Using my free hand to keep my shirt and bra from falling down, I then did what I had to do. What I needed to do. What I was dying to do!
I lifted my cum-smeared hand to my face. I took a good sniff, breathing in the scent of my son's cum. Then I licked my hand clean.
Seconds later, I was pulling off all of my clothes and smearing the cum from breast to breast. When both nipples were coated with his cum, I twisted them between my thumbs and index fingers. I watched myself in the mirror as I worked my breasts and nipples. As the cum started to dry, I began to lick my fingers. I eventually swallowed the rest of the cum that hadn't been absorbed or dried up on the skin of my breasts. I hadn't been so excited and turned on since the days when I did this with my brother's cum juice.
I got down on my knees and then collapsed onto my back on the small rug in front of the bathtub. I reached down and pushed two fingers past my oozing wet pussy lips. I pushed them in knuckle deep and then slid them upward, coated with slickness. My two fingers slid upward until they split apart at my throbbing clit.
I lay there naked on the tiny bathroom rug and fingered my clit until my body shook with the second orgasm of the day. As the spasms rocked my body, I clenched my teeth and groaned quietly.
I awoke about 15 minutes later. I had cum so hard that I had literally passed out! I struggled to my feet. It was the reflection of a wild woman that greeted me in the mirror. My hair was a mess. My breasts were coated in sticky and dried cum. I slipped my panties back on and crawled topless into bed.
When my husband woke up and found me like that the next morning, he quickly stripped me of my panties and was fucking my pussy in no time! He slammed into me hard and I took it from him, moaning deep in my throat as he fucked me. When he warned me he was about to cum, I told him to cum on my breasts. After he pulled out and shot his load all over my tits, he collapsed onto the bed beside me. In seconds he was asleep again and I'm glad he was. I didn't want him to see me smearing the cum onto my fingers and then licking them clean before I fingered myself to another orgasm. I came to flickering images in my brain of first my husband fucking me and then my son taking his place.
I was curled up against my husband, both of us having had a morning orgasm and then fallen back asleep. He finally stirred and made movements to crawl out of bed.
"Mmmmm," I moaned softly reaching to pull his warm body back to mine. "Come back, lover."
"I'll have to do that later," he laughed gently. "I'm supposed to meet your brother for golf this morning."
You can imagine what dirty thoughts flashed through my mind. My husband, my brother, my son. All men in my lives whose cum I desired.
"Do you want some breakfast?" I asked.
"No, that's okay," he replied. "I'll grab coffee and a donut at the club. I imagine you'll have your hands full of starving teenagers soon."
I thought about one teenager that I might have my hands on today if I don't restrain myself.
I groaned a little and rolled out of the bed.
"Hey! I'm naked!" I giggled.
"Yeah, I noticed that this morning just before I fucked you," my husband said sarcastically as he was getting dressed.
"Yes, I do seem to recall a hard cock in my pussy this morning," I sarcastically replied and then laughed.
I went to the bathroom and fixed my face and hair. After brushing my teeth, I slipped into my nightgown. It was a thin, filmy thing. Not really sexy lingerie, but I noticed that my breasts were easily seen. My areola and nipples were clearly visible. I reached back and grabbed my white terrycloth robe and wrapped it around me. It covered me down to my calves and was respectable enough. I was still feeling a bit horny and daring so I didn't bother with panties. I went into the kitchen and saw that my husband had made me a cup of coffee before he headed out. The thoughtful guy had set the timer on the coffeepot last night.
I went about the task of frying bacon and getting eggs ready to be scrambled. I was hoping the smell of the bacon would bring the kids into the dinette, but I had to wake the girls up. They stumbled into the room and quickly wolfed down their breakfast. Then they announced they were going to go out to the pool and swim and tan. Ten minutes later a parade of bikini clad sixteen year old girls headed out the back door. Greg's going to be sorry he missed that, I thought.
Greg. Greg's upstairs. I'm going to have to go up and wake him up, I thought to myself.
I checked on the girls and they all seemed to be sleeping on their towels outside. I wondered if they even got any sleep last night at all, I thought as I turned and headed for the stairs. I quietly made my way upstairs and stood outside of Greg's room. I slowly and quietly turned the doorknob and opened the door. I peeked my head around the door and looked in.
Greg was passed out on his bed. His lower half was covered by the sheet but I could clearly see a tent in the fabric near his crotch. His bare chest was exposed and once again I admired it for a minute. My son was a very handsome young man. I slipped softly into the room and gently closed the door. I stood there for a few minutes, staring at my son's body while he slept. Every few minutes, I could see movement as his cock flexed in his sleep.
As I watched him, I slowly reached down and untied my robe. I let it fall open. If my son woke up, he would see me standing there, rope parted and transparent nightgown showing. The nightgown that he could see my breasts through. If he woke up. He didn't wake up.
I let the robe fall softly to the floor. It made only the slightest swooshing sound as it gathered around my ankles.
I was standing in my eighteen-year old son's bedroom, wearing only my slightly see-thru nightgown. If my areolas and nipples were visible, then he could just as easily see my small landing strip of pubic hair at my pussy.
He didn't wake up. I stood there for another minute watching him sleep until I could feel the heat and wetness between my legs.
I pulled off my nightgown and held it in my hand. I was naked. Naked in my son's room. I held onto the nightgown just in case he woke up and I need to cover myself.
He still didn't wake up. I dropped the nightgown on the floor. If he woke up now, I'd have to dive to the floor to grab something to cover myself with.
He still kept sleeping, so I softly padded naked over to his bed.
If he woke up now, he'd find his Mother standing next to his bed. I was totally nude. My nipples were rock hard and aching to be suckled, pinched, and pulled. My pussy was so hot and wet that I could smell my desire.
I reached upward with my hands and caressed my breasts, sliding my palms across them, teasing my nipples. I pulled on my nipples with my fingers. I pinched them.
I stopped thinking and moaned. I quickly froze. The boy still didn't move. He could sleep through just about anything I recalled.
So I did it. I stood there, spread my legs a bit and slid a finger deep into my pussy. It went in so easily. It was like sliding my finger into hot butter. I worked myself over good, alternating driving two fingers inside of my hot pussy and then strumming against my hard clit. I wanted him to wake up. I wanted him to see his Mother masturbating next to him. I wanted to cum for him. I was close. This was so freaking wild!
I hunched my body and used one hand to pinch my nipple and the other to rub my clit faster and faster until I stood there shaking my way through an orgasm. I was breathing so hard. My heart was beating so fast. When I could finally move, I quietly slipped over to my nightgown and robe. Each step sent another shiver through my body.
I thought for a second and only put on my robe. I walked over to Greg's bed holding my nightgown in my hand. I sat down on his bed. The movement stirred him a bit.
"Greg," I called out. "Greg, honey, wake up." I leaned forward and gently kissed his lips. "Greg, wake up baby." I shook him gently until he finally opened his eyes.
He stared at me for a second or two before recognition finally came through his brain. He smiled.
"Good morning, baby," I said, returning his smile. "I have breakfast ready downstairs. The girls are out at the pool and I'm sure they'd love to see this hot body of yours out there."
"Mmmmm," he moaned. "Swim later. Sleep now."
"Nope, it's wakey-wakey time!" I told him. "Part of you is already up and standing straight, the rest of you might as well do it also." As I said this, I softly traced my fingers up and down the top of his thigh through the fabric of his sheet.
"Mmmm, " he moaned. "Keep doing that."
I continued stroking his thigh. As I did this, I could see the tent in his crotch area jumping up and down.
"You're not going down to the pool with that big thing bouncing around, are you?" I teased. "Maybe you'd better do something about it." I grabbed the sheet and pulled it down past his knees. His cock was stretching the material of his boxers to the bursting point. "Pull em down big boy!"
"Sure Mom," he said with a laugh. "Anything for you." He lifted himself up off of the bed and pushed his boxers down to his knees. His cock was so damn good looking. I licked my lips unconsciously as it bobbed and bounced just a foot away from me. It was so engorged with blood that it looked like it must hurt. The head of his cock was a deep pinkish-red this morning. A drop of precum oozed out and sat there threatening to drop.
"Is that drop of sweet honey for Mommy?" I asked him in the husky voice I normally kept hidden deep inside of me.
He reached over and touched it with his fingertip, smearing it around the head of his cock and onto his finger. He then brought his hand up to my mouth and asked, "Want a taste?"
At that moment all I wanted to do was to grab that hand and shove that finger deep into my mouth so that I could taste his precum.
So I did.
It was sweet. Sweet and a bit salty. I sucked on that finger like it had life-saving powers.
"Damnnnn, Mom!" My son said softly.
I removed the finger from my mouth and said, "Watch that language, son. I'm still your Mom you know."
He was genuinely apologetic. "I'm sorry, that just slipped out. But, wow Mom, that's so hot."
"Speaking of hot, why don't you start stroking that hot cock so you can shoot your cum?" I reminded him.
Then he got bold and said, "How about if you stroke my hot cock so that it shoots out my cum?"
So I did. Not.
This was already going way too far. If I reached over and touched his cock it would be all over for me. If I did that I'd be on top of him in seconds guiding that throbbing meat into my pussy.
"No," I responded. "I'm sorry, son. I can't do that. I've already gone too far already. I love looking at you and seeing you do it, but I can't go there."
"I can do it," he said with disappointment in his voice. "But you have to stay and watch me."
I decided to make him feel a littler better. I scooted over a bit more onto the bed and lifted my leg up onto the bed. "Here," I told him as I moved his hand to my calf. "You can touch me while you touch yourself."
Immediately of course, his hand shot halfway up my leg. I quickly reached down and stopped his hand just above me knee.
"Nooooo," I giggled. "Keep it down below my knee."
"So smooth," he said as his hand started sliding up and down the calf of my leg. Soon his other hand was matching the rhythm. His cock stroking was in rhythm with his leg stroking.
"You know what?" I asked him teasingly. "I'm naked under this robe. Your touching your Mom's bare leg. If you were to go higher, you'd be touching my pussy."
"Oh wow!" he said. "Can I please?"
"No, baby." I replied. "Just keep touching that big cock. Keep your hand down below my knee or you'll have to take it away."
"Mmmmm," he moaned as his pace picked up. Precum was oozing from his cock and he was smearing it all around, the lubrication helping the feel of it.
"You know something else?" I teased. I held up my nightgown for him to see. "This is what I had on underneath my robe when I came inside and closed your door."
His eyes widened and he stroked faster on his cock.
I put the nightgown on his chest and said, "You know I couldn't take off the nightgown without taking off my robe, right? That means I was totally naked in here just a few minutes ago."
"Oh! Wow. Mom!" he stammered. I knew he was so close.
"You know what else?" I teased him again. "I walked naked over here beside your bed too. If you had only opened your eyes, you would have seen your Mom standing next to your bed totally nude. My breasts, my ass, my pussy...all naked for you."
I was a terrible tease to him. His stroking was so fast. I don't know how he was holding back.
"Then," I continued. "I masturbated myself standing right here. Naked. In your room. Greg I came so hard that I nearly fell over onto you. I used these two fingers to touch myself. Want a taste?"
I reached over and touched my fingers to his lips. He opened his mouth and I slid my fingers inside. His tongue wrapped around them, tasting his Mom's cum juices.
"UNHH!" he moaned loudly. I hope the girls weren't in the house! I slipped my fingers out of his mouth as he lifted his head up from the bed and slammed it back into his pillow violently. His whole body shook with the spasms rocking through him. His cum shot out in thick spurts all the way up to his chest!
"Unh! Unh! Mmmmmm..." he moaned loudly.
I sat there in a daze, watching his young, firm cock erupting with sperm. Oh how I wanted to just lean over and take his cock into my mouth and suck on it.
So I did.
I opened my mouth and slid that hot, throbbing cock into my hot wet mouth. I turned and met his eyes.
"Unnhhhhh..." he moaned.
I quickly slid it out and sat up. I brought my hand to my mouth, shocked at what I had just done. I could taste his cum all in my mouth! All I wanted to do was bend over and do it again, but instead I stood up and backed away from the bed.
"I shouldn't have done that." I said softly.
"Mom, that was incredible!" Greg said quickly. "It felt awesome!"
I couldn't help but laugh, "Well, no duh!"
I slowly backed away until I was at his door. I was staring at the pool of cum on his chest and belly and still shocked at what I'd just done to him.
"I'm a mess, Mom." he said. "A little help?"
I took a deep breath. I'd already put his cock in my mouth, even if just for a second. I had nothing to be shy about at this point. So I walked over to him. I looked down at his body. His cock was semi-hard and as I looked at it, it started growing thick.
"Don't you move or touch me," I warned him. Then I'll be damned if I didn't lean over and lick up the cum from his stomach and chest. I got the majority of it in my mouth.
I stood back up and with a mouth full of his cum, I smiled...and swallowed.
I grabbed my nightgown from Greg's bed, turned and slid it down the front of my robe. I had to jump away as Greg teasingly tried to grab me when I was near his bed.
"Back down, big boy!" I told him as I jumped back. "Throw on your swimsuit and go charm the girls out at the pool."
I slipped out of his room and quietly went downstairs. In the kitchen again, I took a peek out of the window to check on the girls. They were still comatose, lying there in their tiny bikinis absorbing the sun. I was going to have to go out there soon and remind them to flip over. Ah, to be young again!
Actually, I was feeling like a young teenager again. Greg was having an effect on me, that's for sure. It was nice to feel desired by a young man. Now don't get me wrong. I'm perfectly satisfied with my husband in all departments. It's just...well, I don't know anyway of describing it other than I must be a slut for cum.
That's not an easy thing for a wife and mother to admit to. Even now I can taste Greg's cum in my mouth. I can move my tongue around, slide it over my teeth and the roof of my mouth and there's still that salty taste. I love it so much! But how is a girl to get her desires satisfied and still be a good girl, huh?
I guess I managed to do a decent job of staying decent at least. I used my husband all of the time and of course he never complains when I pull him into the bedroom and give him a blowjob. I used my brother when I needed something new. Now I have Greg's young, virile, manly sperm to add to the mix.
I read somewhere that there are certain ingredients or elements in a man's ejaculate that chemically alter a woman's mood. I do believe it. I'm the perfect laboratory experiment! I've never felt the need to be the stereotypical gossipy, spiteful woman that some turn into. I've got a happy life and I'm sexually satisfied. I think that my regular contact with men's ejaculate does have an effect on me in that way. However, don't expect me to stand up and suggest that to the women at the next PTA meeting!
I went to my bedroom and spent the next hour showering and pampering myself. I recalled Greg's comment about my smooth legs, so I shaved again. While doing that, I remembered that he would have seen my landing strip of hair through my nightgown, so I carefully shaved my pussy. My husband was going to be surprised. I've never done that before. I mean, why should I? I'm married so I don't have to impress anyone, right? Was I planning on showing someone my pussy soon? I sat on the edge of the bathtub and faced myself in the mirror. "Calm down and slow down, girl." I told myself. "Don't let this get out of hand."
I took in a deep breath and let out a large sigh. I was hopeless. My husband will think I did it just for him anyway. I'll just blame it on my bathing suit or something, but I guarantee he won't complain.
I heard splashing and giggling outside at the pool. The girls have finally come back to life. I peeked out through my bedroom window blinds. Greg was indeed out there flirting with the girls. I was a bit jealous, but also proud of my handsome son.
I got dressed for the day. Just a simple pair of shorts, top, and sandals. When I made my way back to the kitchen, I noticed it had gone quiet outside again. I leaned over the sink and looked out the window. It was quiet, but if I had the window open, I'd probably hear soft moaning. No, it's not what you think, but it was just as sexy in my opinion.
The girls were all on their stomachs on towels again, but now Greg was rubbing sunscreen on them. The ones that he had already worked on had their tops untied and their backs were bare. I watched enviously as Greg would work the lotion all over there bare backs. The girls were obviously enjoying it by the looks on their faces. I wondered how hard Greg was at this moment.
I stood there watching Greg as he went from girl to girl. Even his sister had her top untied. I wondered if that had any effect on her brother as he rubbed sunscreen onto the bare back of his sister. I was going to have to watch and make sure nothing happened between those two teenagers.
Yes, I know that I'm not one to judge, but that was a different situation. What happened between my brother and I didn't happen until we were both older. I was the older one in that case and I had initiated the action. I'm pretty sure I had ways to make sure he didn't need to go to his sister anyway.
When Greg finished with the last girl, he stood up and wiped his hands across his chest. I could see his cock pushing hard against the front of his bathing suit. He reached down and adjusted himself. I was just about to call him into the house so he could relieve himself when his attention went back to the girls. They were obviously talking to him about something. It finally clicked in my mind what they were asking when he went back to the first girl in line and started applying lotion to her legs. As I watched, she reached backward and pulled the bikini bottom up into the crack of her ass, exposing her butt cheeks to him!
My voyeuristic side of me took over and I stood there mesmerized as each girl looked at each other and then did the same thing with their bikini bottoms! I was unconsciously rubbing my abdomen up against the cabinet I was leaning on. I also couldn't believe it when I could see the bare white butt of my own daughter as she waited for her brother to rub the sunscreen on her. I wanted to be out there and be the next in line! I watched as long as I could stand it. Just as I was about to go change into my own bikini, Greg finished up and started walking back to the house.
He walked into the kitchen and saw me and where I was. "I guess you saw all of that, huh?" he asked me.
"Aww, poor baby!" I teased him. "Did you get all hot and bothered out there with the girls?"
"What do you think?" he asked as he reached down and adjusted himself again.
"I think you'd better go upstairs and do something about that," I told him with a giggle.
"Naw, " he said. "I'll just do it right here."
"I don't think so, young man," I told him. "Your sister could come in here any moment, not to mention your Dad might finish golf early and come in here."
"I'll be quick," he said with a grin. "It'll just be me coming in here."
He pulled his shorts down just enough to free his cock and started stroking it, right there in the kitchen. Damn, he had a great cock!
I backed up a bit and motioned him over. "Would you like to have something to look at while you do that?" I asked him, motioning to the window.
"Yeahhhh," he said softly as he took in the view of the half naked girls out by the pool. "That was pretty intense."
I stood behind him and scratched his back softly. "Did it feel good touching those girls? Did you like rubbing that lotion on their bare skin, hmmm?" I whispered.
"Oh yeah!" he moaned. "I'm going to cum right now!"
Damn it, I was actually salivating at the thought of his cum. I looked out the window quickly. The girls hadn't moved an inch. I looked around the house really quick and when I saw no one around, I asked him, "Are you going to shoot that dick off right here?"
"Yessss," he moaned urgently.
I knew what I wanted to do so I just did it. I quickly sank down to my knees in front of him and opened my mouth.
"Cum in my mouth!" I told him. "Point it and shoot it into my mouth!"
"Oh wow, Mom!" he said breathlessly. "Here it comes!"
He gave his cock a few more strokes and pointed it right at my open mouth. The first spurt hit my upper lip and nose. The second shot hit me partly in my mouth and on my chin. I didn't want to waste it, and I didn't want to get more of it all over my face, so I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me and swallowed his cock.
It felt so good. It tasted better than it felt. His cock twitched and he shot a huge spurt right down my throat. I worked my tongue all over my son's cock as he pushed forward and pulsed two more times. I sucked him and licked it good, not letting anything slip out. He never went soft so finally I had to back away and let it slide out of my mouth. I brought my hand up and used my fingers to work the rest of his first spurts into my mouth. I savored the taste and feel of his cum on my tongue, swirling it around in my mouth before I swallowed it down.
Greg grabbed his cock and squeezed it hard until a big drop developed. I looked up at him and opened my mouth. He leaned forward and once again, I had his cock back in my mouth. I sucked on its purple-pink head and swirled my tongue around it. Then I leaned backward, sliding his cock out and I stood up.
I used my fingers again and wiped around my mouth. I looked at Greg and smiled as I sucked my fingers clean.
"We're taking this way too far and way too fast," I told him.
Just as he was about to reply, I heard the garage door opening. My husband was home.
"Quick!" I told him. "Go outside and tell the girls to get decent! Hurry!"
Greg rushed out the back door and I watched as the girls quickly tied their tops and jumped into the pool. I couldn't help but laugh as it was obvious they were all adjusting their bikini wedgies for a few seconds. Then they started splashing around the pool with Greg.
The door to the garage opened and my husband and brother came inside. "I brought your no-good brother home for lunch!" my husband said as they came in.
I walked over to hug my brother. I hadn't seen him in awhile.
"Hey sis!" he said with a grin as he hugged me back. "What your no-good husband means is that he lost and was supposed to buy me lunch, not bring me home for you to make it!"
"Hey, now," my husband shot back. "I pay for the food here, so it's all the same in my opinion."
We all laughed at that and then I added, "Well, he might pay for the food, but that doesn't mean we have any. I haven't been to the store yet. Plus, we have a hungry horde of teenagers out there that don't seem to be going home. We need to feed them, too."
My husband groaned, "Okay, I'll run to the store." He grabbed his keys off of the bar. "Mark you stay here and visit. I lost, so I'll go. Burgers?" he asked.
"Sure!" I told him. Mark followed him out to the garage, coming back inside with a beer from the refrigerator we keep out there.
"Don't let him drink all of my good beer!" I heard my husband say as he backed out of the garage.
I'm so glad that we all get along so well together. It would make things awkward with Mark and I being so close if the two of them didn't like each other.
My brother walked over to the kitchen window and gave a look at the kids swimming.
"Is everyone outside?" he asked me.
"Yeah, they're all out there swimming. Even Greg is..." I stopped speaking because it hit me right then what he was really asking. I turned to him and saw a big grin on his face.
"If you think there's time, " he said softly.
"Oh, there's always time," I replied and went to my knees again in the kitchen, unbuttoning his shorts as I went.
In seconds, I had my brother's cock in my mouth.