My name is Pamela, and I NEVER thought about my son in a sexual way. That was, until, I learned that another woman I know was already screwing hers.
I'm a trophy wife, or at least I was, I'm 43 now (still younger than my husband at 59) and I look great for my age, unfortunately I took that for granted.. I discovered my wealthy husband was having an affair. We lived in a very upscale area of Connecticut, right next door to my older sister Doris and her family. Our husbands worked in the city (New York) together, and it was them who introduced me to my husband years ago, and got us into this exclusive community.
When I found out that my husband had a mistress in the city I went straight to her for support and encouragement to confront him, but alas, she did the opposite.. She told me not to do anything, and instead, let him do what he wants, but to do the same thing myself! She admitted that she had discovered her own husband, Greg, was having affairs years ago, and instead of blowing up her marriage about it, she just had her own.
Doris wouldn't give any names, just that the man she was having an affair with was younger.. I'm 43 and she's 47 so “younger” was quite a range. She argued that even though Greg (and my husband) were both cheating, they still obviously came home to us and were loving providers and fathers. These extramarital relationships were nothing more than additional sexual release, akin to simple masturbation. And that having an affair of my own would make me feel better, and actually save our marriage. She even informed me that she was aware of other women in our neighborhood that had other men come over when their husbands were gone too, leading me to believe this was more common than I'd thought.
I begged Doris for more information.. Who was her “other man”? Who were our other female neighbors cheating with? How did she keep it such a good secret? How did she get him in and out of the house without anyone knowing? And how did she find this guy!?! She was pretty tight lipped about the whole thing.. Which pissed me off. I was a good looking woman, and so was Doris, I had no doubt that guys would jump at the chance to have some noncommittal sex with her, and myself for that matter, but how do you find them?? It wasn't like I could post anything on a dating site, too much risk of being recognized by someone. I thought of going old school and starting up conversations with cute guys at the store, but that just made me feel desperate and pathetic, plus I didn't know what to say without coming off like a prostitute. I practically gave up on the whole idea, until one day I saw the answer I was looking for..
Our houses are all very large, and on large lots with mature landscaping that really provide a lot of privacy. But there are still going to be gaps between trees and shrubs… of course as decent people and neighbors we aren't trying to spy on each other, so there's never been an issue… but ever since Doris had put it in my mind that she had a secret lover, I found myself occasionally glancing over that way whenever I passed by a window. One day I was in my husband's office, a room I rarely had a need to go in. Today I just happened to be there, putting things away, when I habitually glanced up, and looked out the windows… Something caught my eye, there was movement.. I looked up and saw it again, through a window in Doris’ house. I squinted and watched for a few minutes, then my eyes widened, it was someone having sex! I was sure of it! The unmistakable rhythmic motions of a flesh colored figure having sex! I couldn't see perfectly at this distance, I needed to know! I shuffled through the cabinets in the office, my husband had a pair of binoculars somewhere that he never used.. Found them! I quickly adjusted them and scanned the far off windows for the image. I finally got them focused on the window in question and saw the side of a man, it was her son, my nephew, Curtis, toppless, no wait he was completely naked! And he was doing something.. He was having sex! There was a naked girl bent over in front of him. I could only see her backside, the rest was out of view of the window. His hands were on her hips, his eyes looking down, watching himself slide in and out of this bimbo. No doubt some ditzy cheerleader or something. Where was Doris? Was she out? Or just downstairs out of earshot of the hanky panky happening in her own home?! I watched for several minutes as the scene played itself out.. Who knows how long they'd been going at it before I saw them, but Curtis continued thrusting for another 10 minutes or so, eventually throwing his head back and humping rapidly into this poor girl as he obviously climaxed. I'm not going to act like secretly watching others wasn't kind of hot, even if it was my nephew.. Curtis was an attractive young man, but mostly I rolled my eyes at this tacky display of teenage lust. Still I watched.. Waiting to see if I knew the girl, maybe she was from the neighborhood, someone who's parents I may know. Curtis backed away, his loins spent.. His prick was still hard, I felt my crotch twinge a bit. The girl dipped out of view and Curtis crossed to the other side of the room, out of sight, reemerging with a pair of boxers on. The girl walked towards him, finally stepping into the picture. It was my sister Doris! His mother! Still naked, her heavy breasts swaying as she moved. She stopped in front of her son, they were talking, casually conversing as if one of the most forbidden acts imaginable hadn't just occurred. She walked away again, reappearing in a white robe, she kissed him ON THE LIPS, not a long kiss but certainly not a motherly kiss either… then she walked out of the room, and Curtis dressed then left.
I lowered the binoculars, but still stood there, staring blankly out the window. The rest of the day I was in a daze, replaying what I'd seen.. So THAT was who she was having an affair with?! Her own son!? I really didn't know what to think, I debated confronting her about it, demanding answers and some sort of explanation, but that was a conversation I wasn't ready for.
That night at dinner, I sat at the table with my husband and son, Steven.. Did he know, I wondered? Steven and Curtis were cousins and best friends, did Steven know about Curtis and his mother?? If he did, surely Steven would've told me, or distanced himself from them. So he must not know right? That or Steven did know, but wasn't bothered by it? But how could he not be?! If a friend tells you they're having sex with one of their parents, any reasonable person would be disgusted! Wouldn't they?! But then again, he's a boy, and boys are different, especially when it comes to sex. Maybe boys aren't turned off by the thought of incest, they're always horny, right? So maybe a naked woman is still just a naked woman even if she is their mother!?... Does that mean Steven has looked at me in that way before? Does he secretly want to have sex with me?! I felt my crotch tingling again. I can honestly say that I've never wanted to have sex with my son before.. But I thought of my circumstances, wanting to have an affair of my own.. And that was the same situation Doris had been in, and she found her partner in her son, her handsome virile son, who slept just down the hall.. They were often alone together, a woman looking for excitement and gratification, and a young man at an age where nearly every thought in his head was sexual.. It seems like the two of them found a great solution…
I looked over at Steven eating.. Was he my solution?
I had more questions, and I needed answers. I feared speaking to Doris, she would likely become defensive about me knowing she's having sex with her son. My best bet was to speak with Curtis. I saw him all the time, coming and going, he was a nice young man. He had a part time internship, but other than that it was summer so he was mostly at home or going out, either with friends or on dates. We spoke at family gatherings or dinners, we regularly passed each other near our driveways getting the mail or when either of us went for runs. This is when I'd get my chance.
That same week I “ran into him” and asked him to come over to help me get something down from a shelf in the office. Once there I pointed out how I could coincidentally see into some of the windows of his house, and sprung it on him that I'd seen him having sex with his mother.. You can imagine his reaction! Panic, embarrassment, fear!! He tried to deny it at first, but he realized that I really did already know, and switched from denial to pleading for secrecy! I demanded answers, threatening to speak to his mother directly, or even his father.. So he spilled the beans..
He said the affair had been going on for nearly 3 years! No one else knew, not even Steven. But what really surprised me was that he admitted he was the one who made the first move!! I was astonished! He said that for weeks prior, she had been saying things that gave him the impression she was flirting or even hitting on him. Things like walking around in more proactive clothing when his father wasn't home, often just her underwear, or a robe that she'd “accidentally” let fall open. He chalked it up to some sort or midlife crisis, maybe she wanted to feel sexy again or something. But she'd do things like walk in on him changing or taking a shower (and his shower just had clear glass walls). She'd act like it was no big deal and talk to him normally even though he was trying to cover up as best he could.. Then she'd say things about how she thought he looked so handsome, and had a nice body. She made every indirect move she could.. Then one time she sat next to him on the couch watching a show in just a night gown of sorts.. she laid down putting her feet on his lap and asked for a little foot massage, but in doing so, her gown slid up past her waist exposing her bare cooch. She laid there watching the show, acting like she had no idea, but he couldn't stop himself from looking at it. Finally she noticed and sat up saying “oops!” then seeing the bulge in his shorts, she reached out and touched it playfully and said “looks like I got you a little excited, sorry dear”, then she stood and walked away. He was in complete disbelief at what had happened. He stared at the concealed erection his mother had just touched, he felt his heart beating in it, and he stopped thinking straight. He stood and followed after her, stripping off his clothes along the way.. He followed her into her room. She turned and saw him naked, and acted surprised “oh my what's this all about?” but she didn't look away or scold him or move as he approached her, his penis hard in front of him. He doesn't know what came over him, but he pushed her down onto the bed. He climbed on top of her, pushing her gown up, immediately noticing that her legs gently parted, welcoming him. Without hesitation he shoved himself inside and began rapidly driving into his mother's wet twat. He admitted that the first time was a rather quick tryst, but he clearly remembered her panting “yes baby yes! Fuck me!”.. Any doubts he may have had were gone.. After that first time, whenever he would try to initiate sex she would deny him.. Sometimes only for a few minutes, other times for days or even weeks, then when she wanted, she would tell him to fuck her, or she would simply take off her clothes, or bend over, something to signal to him that he may now have her… he got the point that SHE was in charge of this sexual relationship.
The tale turned me on, as I had expected it might. I wanted that.. I mean I wanted THAT, a young determined lover that could be in me at my beck and call. A stud that wanted sex as often as possible but was also very motivated to keep our secret.. Curtis would do very nicely. He was handsome, clearly had a good sex drive, and I knew he would keep the secret. We were sitting in the office, he was practically sobbing while he told me what I wanted to know. I felt powerful, and in control, which also made me feel sexy and even more aroused.
“Standup.” I told him, he was confused but he stood and then headed towards the door. “Stop” I said, “I didn't say leave. Now come over here”, he hesitated then walked back to his chair, “no, come here.” I pointed in front of me. I was wearing a light summer dress, and I had specifically not worn panties for this encounter.. I hadn't known exactly what was going to happen, but I knew it wouldn't include my panties. He stepped forward and stood in front of me, he looked ashamed, like he expected me to lecture him about what he'd told me… Instead I rewarded him. I slouched in my chair and spread my legs, pulling up my dress and exposing my crotch to him, his eyes widened. “Lick it.” I commanded. He nodded quickly and dropped to his knees, burying his face in my vagina. I let out a loud sigh and ran my fingers through his hair. “That's it! Good boy.. Make sure I cum, and I won't tell your mom.” He worked quickly, clearly he knew what he was doing, his mother had taught him well I'm guessing. I came faster than I'd anticipated, I'm sure the excitement played a part, but he really did a wonderful job. I had an intense orgasm, the kind that was so good I didn't make a sound although my mouth was wide open and my eyes squeezed shut to where I looked like I was screaming, but no sound came out. Finally I gasped for breath and my body relaxed, falling limp into my chair.
I released his head but it was several minutes before either of us moved. He leaned back, wiping my wetness from his face. I sat up a little bit, “I guess your secret is safe with me.” I said, with a tired smile. He chuckled nervously, and stood up, a noticeable bulge in his shorts. He turned towards the door sheepishly. I felt a little bad.. “Where are you going?” I said, more a statement rather than a question, “we aren't done talking about this, come back over here.” I pointed to the spot in front of me again, He walked over. “Now I won't tell your mother that I know about you two..” I began unzipping his shorts as I spoke, “but I'd like us to have the same arrangement the two of you have..” his boner burst out and pointed right at my face, “do you think that's something we can work out?” I looked up at him and began stroking his penis, he nodded excitedly, “Good, and you'll keep our little secret as well?” he nodded, without another word I took him in my mouth, steadily working him to a speedy orgasm of his own.
I had officially started my own affair! But what I thought was going to turn into a steady stream of secret-steamy-afternoon-fuck-fests, became far rarer than I expected. Over the first 3 months, Curtis had only managed to come screw me 4 times! My texts to him made me sound like a pathetic schoolgirl with a crush!
“are you free tomorrow morning around 10?”
“I'll have the house to myself all day Tuesday, can you come over? ;)”
“hey stud, can I get some tomorrow?”
“what are you doing right now?”
“want to try and meet somewhere??”
Despite all my efforts, only 4 times in 3 months had been successful! Sure there had been a few other “almost times” that fell through for one reason or another, and to be fair, it wasn't all Curtis's fault. I obviously had a family that would come and go, sometimes without much of a regular schedule, and I wasn't going to risk trying to have him come over unless I KNEW that we wouldn't get caught. This created limits on both our availabilities, plus I had to remind myself that he had a life too, a job, school, friends, and of course he lived at home with his parents and that created obstacles… But most of all, he was still fucking his mother!! No I had never said that he needed to stop, but that's because I didn't realize how much it would interfere with him fucking ME! The problem is that she wanted him during the same times that I did.. On the days he was free, when our husbands were both at work.. What was he supposed to say?
“no mom I can't fuck you I have to go next door to fuck your sister.”
She would immediately get suspicious if he went from always wanting to hump her brains out to suddenly being “too busy” to have sex.
On top of that, the few times we had gotten together were far less sexy and mind blowing than I'd hoped. 1 of those times had been in my bed, and it was great! He was on top with my ankles on his shoulders. I was bent in half with my nephew pounding into me with the repetitive force of some sort of construction equipment.. This was what really showed me the benefits of fucking a younger man… But the other 3 times had all been mere quickies, 5 minutes at best, standing by the front door. The first time it seemed hot and spontaneous, pulling my pants down and leaning against the wall.. It was quick, but vigorous. He came fast and left, it made me feel dirty and used, I loved it. But then the final two times were the exact same, it felt uninspired, and I didn't get to cum… for doing it so few times, there should've been more variety.
So Yes I was jealous, and my jealousy made me act out. If he didn't respond when I knew he should be home and I wanted him to come over, I would pull out the binoculars and start scanning their windows, I even snuck around my property trying to get a better view, and it worked, I saw him giving it to her more than a dozen times over these last 3 months.. And that's just the times I was able to see them, it's a big house, they could've been fucking in other rooms I couldn't see.. I hated how much she enjoyed it. I could always see it in her face, the expression of pleasure. There wasn't a hint or fear or regret, she was completely ignoring the fact that it was her son whose dick she was enjoying.. Or maybe she wasn't ignoring it, rather, maybe she was relishing it, basking in the sinful knowledge that it was her son, maybe that made it better. And it seemed to work, even from a distance I could feel the tremendous orgasms she was experiencing through her expressive face… I Hated it! And I hated how easy it was.. She didn't have to beg him to come over, they lived together, she could have him whenever she wanted. Hour long romps in bed or quickies on the kitchen counter.. It wasn't fair, I wanted THAT.. and then it dawned on me, I already have that. My son Steven was the same age as Curtis, had a similar lifestyle and schedule, was usually home before my husband.. He was my key to having the same fulfilling affair that Doris was having.. I didn't need to fuck her son, I needed to fuck MY son!
But could I? I'll admit that getting over the appalling idea of sleeping with my own son was a lot easier than you'd think it was. It helped that someone else I knew was already happily doing it, and of course I'd later find out that so many more women were doing it than I could ever have thought! But once I'd wrapped my head around it and was determined to make it happen, I realized I had no idea how. I debated doing what Doris had done and dressing kind of slutty around the house and ‘accidentally’ letting him see me naked.. But I wasn't brave enough, it needed to be more clandestined than that, less obvious.. The fastest and easiest approach was take him into my room and tell him what I wanted, I mean, if I took my top of and simply said “honey, I want you to fuck me and keep it our little secret ok?”, he'd probably be like “hell yes!” right?? I'm sure most of you reading this are thinking, “YA! there's no way he'd say no to that!”, and in hindsight you're probably right, but at the time that sounded terrifying.. So I kept trying to think of something else, ultimately I couldn't, and so in frustration, I sent an angry text to Curtis..
“Listen, this arrangement has not been as fruitful as I was expecting. I understand that both of us have limitations on our availability, but you seem to be putting very little effort into screwing me anywhere near as often as you're screwing your mother! So consider the agreement void! You were supposed to be buying my silence about your incestuous relationship by regularly pleasing ME, and since you haven't lived up to your end of the bargain, I feel no reason to abide either. I no longer want to have sex with you, and instead I will be taking a page out of my dear sister's book, and look forward to sleeping with my own son. Since you still need me to agree to keep quiet and because you are Steven's best friend I am putting this burden on YOU… convince him to make a move on me.. If not I'll make sure people see this!” I attached multiple pictures I had managed to take of the two of them engaging in some ‘motherly love’ by their pool. It took him a full 24hrs to respond, and all he said was…
“How?”
“Figure it out!” I snapped back, and left it at that.
Weeks went by, I monitored Steven for any sign that he may be showing interest in me, but there was none. I had been sending Curtis little follow up texts asking about the progress, but all he ever said was things like ‘I'm trying’..
“listen, just tell him the truth, that you're having sex with your mother!” I instructed.
“what?! Are you crazy!? He'll flip out!”
“tell him how awesome it is, that it's super hot, and you get to do it all the time! Tell Steven that you heard from your mom that I admitted to her that I secretly want to have sex with him too! And that if he was to make a move I'd totally go for it.”
“fine.”
To my surprise It didn't take long.. Just a couple weeks later I got a text from Curtis..
“I did it.. I told him about me and my mom, and I told him that I heard you wanted to have sex with him too.. I told him that you're hot and that he should go for it. I don't know if he fully believes me.”
“thanks Curtis, you're a good wingman.” I replied, laughing to myself.
I noticed the first sign of progress.. Steven sneaking glances at my chest or ass, and being awkward when we were alone or in close proximity. Once I knew that the thought of me was in his head I began to make my move.. I attempted looking sexy as much as I could without being too obvious, plus it was fall and the weather was cooler so I couldn't exactly get away with walking around in a bikini… Instead I'd wear thin shirts without a bra and purposely stretch really hard so my tits pressed through (it helped that they were big and fake). I'd bend over in front of him as much as possible, call him handsome, that sort of thing. And I definitely know he took notice. Forget the fact that we were mother and son, it was cute to watch a young man his age, being uncomfortable and nervous while trying to look at a woman without being caught. I wanted so many times to say something such as “Like what you see!?”, but I was determined to have him make the move.. Not because I was afraid, in fact taking charge would've been rather hot, like it was with Curtis, but no, I simply didn't want to take advantage of my son. This would only happen if he wanted it to, not because I forced myself on him.
“can I come over aunt Pam?” Curtis texted me one day, “I have something to tell you.” as luck would have it, I was headed back home from shopping and would be alone for a little while.
“Sure, I'll be there in 5.” I told him. I heard a knock just a few minutes after I walked in.
“I think he's going to make a move!” Curtis said as soon as he walked in.
“Really?! Why? How?” I rambled.
“um, before I tell you, I want to say I'm really sorry I didn't come over and do you more when I had the chance, I think you're really hot and I really liked it, but you know, my mom kinda always has plans when I'm home, and you know…”
“it's fine Curtis, I understand, I'm not angry.” I accepted his apology and smiled at him, he relaxed a bit.
“ok, thanks.. So.. he doesn't believe me that you're interested and willing to have sex with him, he thinks it's a joke I'm trying to pull so he'll make a fool of himself. So I told him about us..”
“you did what??” I gasped.
“listen, I have a plan, and I'll explain more in a minute, but in order for this to work you need to let me take the lead and do as I say, ok??” he looked as though this was important, so I nodded in agreement. “ok, so I'm going to fuck you, right now..” my eyes widened in confusion, “AND, I need to look like I'm the one in charge and you're doing what I say, so play along ok?”... all I could do was nod. I was so stunned.
Without further explanation, he grabbed my waist, pulled me in and began kissing me hard and deeply, then sliding his hands all over my body. He'd never been this assertive before, I still didn't know what was going on, but I didn't hate it. He stopped abruptly, took my hand and led me into the dining room. He spun me around and pushed me forward, bending me over the table. Not in a mean-aggressive way, but very dominant. I was wearing thick yoga pants, he pulled them and my panties down to my knees in one motion, my legs parted without asking. I heard the sound of him unzipping his jeans behind me, then felt a hand grab my waist, followed by the unmistakable feeling of a swollen cock head pressing against my snatch. There was no resistance, I was already wet so he slipped right in. His second hand took hold of my waist as well, and he pulled our loins together, sliding fully in. My face was pressed against the table, my cheek sliding along the cool wood top as he thrust into me over and over. My eyes were closed, simply enjoying the feeling of my nephew's cunt-hungry cock devouring me from the inside. I had forgotten how we even got here, or why, and then he spoke.
“he's watching us.” he said, still thrusting.
“what?!” I said, my eyes opening.
“stay calm (he took a deep breath and shuddered softly, briefly distracted by the feeling of our sex) he won't be able to hear us. But don't look startled.”
“um.. K..” was all I could muster. My eyes closed and I bit my lip.
“I've been trying to convince him to take a shot on you. I told him that's how I started banging my mom, I just made a move. Which isn't true, but he doesn't know that (he grunted a few times) either way He doesn't believe me, and said that even if he did believe me, how do I know you would respond the same way my mom did.. So… (he moaned) I told him that we've fucked a few times too.” he panted while he talked, I could barely hear him over the sound of his thighs slapping against my ass.
“you what!?” I said, trying to keep a neutral expression.
“relax… At this point I didn't think telling him that you've fucked me would hurt anything.” he said, slowing his pace “I mean… he still doesn't believe any of it.. But! This time he said ‘prove it’!”
“Is that supposed to be good?” I said through gritted teeth, the sensation of getting hammered from behind while having a full blown discussion, was somehow very arousing, it created a unique sensation.
“it's great! He's never really shown an interest before, he just says I'm lying and treats the whole topic like some sort of BS locker room talk… but this time I told him ‘fine, if I can prove that your mom is willing to fuck me then will you try and fuck her too?!’, and he said YES!” he was very excited.
“ok..ahhh…Great!..ahhh” I panted, clawing at the tabletop. I was about to climax. I couldn't tell if it was because my nephew was currently fucking me, or the thought that my own son might soon be as well.
“so I told him I was coming over here to do you right now, and he showed up right behind me to go hide and watch through the windows.” My eyes shot open again, looking out the window beside us, it was already mostly dark and with the reflection of the interior lights I couldn't see a thing outside. “So.. here we are! Mmmm” he moaned, “showing him that his mother is down for some family-fucking-fun!”
“oh god!” I yelled. Hearing such a perverse phrase out loud somehow emphasized the naughtiness of the situation “don't stop, I'm cumming!” probably from a combination of everything happening. I writhed around in ecstasy. “AAHHHH! YESSSS!” He slammed into me harder as I came, that I almost thought he was going to finish too. When my body went limp and he knew I was done, he stopped. He stood there, still inside me, both of us catching our breath. After a moment he spoke again.
“ok” he said, stepping back and popping out of me, “sit.” he pointed at the dining room chair beside us. I was confused, but the stern look on his face reminded me that we were still putting on a show, so I sat down. He moved forward, pointing his prick at my face. His intentions needed no explanation. I tucked my hair behind my ears and he placed a hand on the back of my head urging me forward. I opened my mouth and allowed him to pull my head down, feeding his meat to me. “ahhh” he let out as he pushed it all the way in.. I began moving, and sucked him for a couple minutes or so in silence before he spoke again.. “so after I leave, I'm going to call him and make sure he saw, and tell him he needs to do the same thing with you tomorrow”, sounds of fleshy suction echoed in my head, but I heard what he said. “ahhhhh!” He began moving my head faster, “so make sure you're ready for whatever sort of move he makes tomorrow.” I mumbled in agreement. “ahhhhh” he sighed his contentment, I began fondling his balls. “oh god, oh god, I'm.. I'm.. Ahhhhh!” warm semen gushed into my mouth. I didn't particularly like giving blow jobs, although I'll admit I didn't hate the taste of cum. And the feeling of a man blowing his load in my mouth was sort of like a getting a gold star, letting me know I'd done a good job, it gave me a sense of pride. And Curtis had earned this one, he'd been a good wingman helping set this whole thing up with Steven ( who we assumed was currently watching us). I let him take his time and finish, relaxing as he stood there trembling a bit. It wasn't until snapped out of it that he released my head and I removed him from my mouth and swallowed his cream.
I stood up and we composed ourselves , him tucking his schlong away, and me pulling my pants back up. I walked him back to the door and he leaned in and whispered “ if that doesn't make him want to screw you nothing will!” he grinned and kissed me then turned and left. I went upstairs and got cleaned up. My family should be home soon. After a shower I checked my phone and saw I had a text from Curtis.
“ he says he saw… and honestly I think he sounded jealous! However he wouldn't admit one way or another if he was going to try anything or not, so I don't really know what to expect.”
I was a little disheartened , I was hoping for something more positive … something more definite… then fear set in at the realization that my son had not only just watched me cheating on his father, but he also witnessed me engage in an incestuous sexual act with my sister's son… the same sister who lived right next door and whom he could easily divulge this information to. What if what he had seen didn't turn him on at all? What if it disgusted him instead? And rather than pursuing me he was more inclined to rat me out ?! He also might do nothing at all, he may not come on to me and he may also not say anything to anyone else… but I have no way of knowing until it either happens, or doesn't. I was panicked, so much so that I claimed to be ill and stayed in my room the rest of the night, skipping out on dinner and avoiding the potential awkwardness of seeing Steven.
I had trouble falling asleep (of course), so I laid and thought about what to do tomorrow. First, I wasn't supposed to know that Steven had been watching.. So I couldn't blurt out “did you like what you saw?? Do you want a turn with your old mom??”, plus I didn't necessarily know where his head was at.. He may not even stick around, he may head out for the day and avoid me too!.. But if he does stay home? Could I take that as a sign that he did want me? I was hopeful but had no idea what to expect.
The next morning I crept out of my room a little later than usual. My husband had already gone to work. I decided to start the day ready in case Steven wanted to try something. So I was just wearing a long tee shirt with nothing underneath.. It didn't scream slutty, but allowed for easy access if needed. I made my way slowly through the house, seeing if he was home but trying not to seem like I was LOOKING for him. I was in the kitchen making a cup of coffee when..
“morning mom.” he said, walking in behind me..
“oh my god! you startled me honey!” I nearly dropped my cup, “good morning to you too.” I was catching my breath.
“feeling better?” he asked. Wearing a pair of men's pajama bottoms and a tee shirt.
“what? Oh yes! I'm feeling better, thank you. What um.. What are you up to today?”
“nothing, just gonna hang out here today.”
“oh OK dear.” I said. I was trying my hardest to read him, but he seemed completely normal. He made a bowl of cereal and walked out.
I tried to stay near him throughout the day, trying to make myself available should he want to make his move. But he hardly even looked at me. By afternoon I had given up trying to make small talk and we sat and watched a game show on TV, I don't think he glanced at my body even once.
“mom could you get me a soda?” he asked.
“ya sure honey, good idea.” I got up and went into the kitchen and grabbed one for each of us. I returned and walked up to the couch he was sitting on, and reached out to hand him the canned soda, “oh my!” I squeaked in surprise. Steven was sitting in the same spot, still fully dressed, with just his erect penis sticking out of the opening in the front of his pajamas.
I was frozen, my eyes fixated on it, it was just so unexpected. The few seconds I stood there felt like hours, I didn't know what to do.. What did he want me to do? He hadn't said anything.. Was it an accident? Was he even aware it was out?.. My eyes flicked to his face.. He looked terrified! He was clearly doing his best to hide it, to keep a straight face, but his eyes were wide with fear, and you could see his jaw was clenched. He wasn't looking at me.. His eyes were locked on the TV, unblinking, possibly hoping I couldn't see him. I started to snap myself out of it.. This was what I wanted! He did it, he made the effort to initiate things.. Yes he was panicking a bit, so fine! I'll take it from here! I regained my composure, and paused for a second.. This was my chance to back out, I could act like I didn't see anything and leave, or something.. But if I took the next step, I was going to have sex with my son.. My pussy shivered at this thought. I knew what I wanted.
I set the two cans on an end table and stepped in front of him, with my back to him. I didn't say a word. I took a small step back so I was standing between his legs with the back of mine up against the couch. And then I sat. I placed a hand on each of his knees for support as I lowered myself until I felt the tip of his dick brushing against my backside. He didn't try to help, his hands stayed plastered nervously to his side, but it was fine. With my eyes closed I shifted around slowly, guiding him to my cunt. I felt it slip in between the lips of my snatch and I heard him gasp.. Wait till he feels this! I thought, and I dropped my body onto his lap, letting his rod impale me with a moist sliding sound. In unison we both inhaled a deep breath of gratification.
I just stayed there for a moment, he had yet to move, but I felt his cock throb inside me. Slowly, almost imperceptively, I began moving, grinding myself on my son's lap, driving him deeper, rubbing the swollen head of his prick against the depths of my uterus, it felt amazing. I kept it slow, 1. I didn't want him to cum too quickly, and 2. I was trying to make ME cum… I built up steam, my movements became more noticeable, more purposeful. Back and forth with a slight rise and fall, like waves on the ocean.. I worked his meat into me, kneading it, like somehow I was forcing it deeper into me. My face began to heat up, and the pleasured sounds of sex started slipping from my lips. They were soft grunts and moans, but they echoed in an otherwise silent house. I lifted my hands from his knees. Allowing his young tool to support my full weight. I was pressing harder, it felt like he was in my chest! I ran my hands across my breasts, pinching my own nipples through the thin cotton of my shirt, then up to my head, pulling on my hair.
“AAHHHH! Ohhh, God! Yes!” my moaning was replaced by labored howls.
I was now thrusting my hips back and forth forcefully, the motion caused the couch to slide on the tile floor.
“Yes!! Yes!! Please God! Oh God! Ahhhh!” I didn't know if I was begging to climax or for this to never end, probably both. “Oohhhhh! AAHHHH!! AH!” My body tensed, followed by the gushing sensation of my orgasm washing over my body. I experienced small spasms in my extremities and a mixture of hot and cold shooting up and down my spine. I continued squirming around, greedily coercing his penis to press the inside of me, using my son like a living sex toy, keeping it going, desperate for this not to end. But eventually it did, and it left me sitting there weak in the afterglow breathing heavily.
I may very well have fallen asleep there, sitting hunched over on top of my son. But while he still sat there unmoving and silent, I was brought back to my senses by the pulsing of his manhood, as if reminding me that he was still hard and full of semen waiting patiently for its turn to ejaculate. So I stood up, my knees still kind of wobbly, and turned around and knelt down between his legs. I looked up at him seeing his face for the first time in what seemed like forever. His eyes were wide and locked on mine and his mouth hung open, his lower lip trembling, he looked scared and unsure although he knew exactly what was coming. I could have ridden him again, maybe had another orgasm of my own, and from the looks of his face he would have had no complaints. But I wanted this time to be perfect, I wanted him to remember it and think about it constantly. I wanted him to want it again and again ( not the BJ specifically , but me and the satisfaction that he knew I could give him) . I wanted him to love it , and you know what men love? They love blowjobs. Yes of course men love pussy too, no man will ever turn down a good fuck, but it's like men know that getting head is special, it's just for them, and if a woman sucks your dick that means she really wants you to be happy. And I wanted him to be so happy that I would never have to worry about him betraying me or our secret.
So I took hold of the base of his pole, pulled it towards my open mouth and inhaled it. He gasped and groaned and whimpered in delight as my lips glided up and down his shaft, pausing every few strokes to suck deviously hard on the swollen mushroom tip of his prick.
He was hard before I ever touched him.. He managed to stay hard and hold in his load while I voraciously rode him to my own selfish orgasm.. But now his resilience was waning, and his body was ready for his own well deserved release. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, he was already looking down at me helplessly. Sweat beading on his brow. I tried to look as sexy as possible, but what else could I do? Having a man's cock in your mouth already makes you look pretty damn sexy! I suckled on the tip, my lips caressing the ridge of his purple helmet while my hand slid up and down his slick member. His face turned red and he let out a long cry “AAAHHHHH!”, and he exploded. The first shot went straight to the back of my throat, but I ignored it. Quickly I opened my mouth and feverishly jerked him off while my tongue tickled the sensitive underside of his cock. I stared into his soul as he watched his cum spray and ooze into his mother's eager mouth. He was Clawing and squirming on the cushions in panicked delight.. As if pretending to try and stop the warm stream of semen mm escaping.. and when I sensed the pressure had been released, I swallowed, and then suckled some more. By the time I stood up his pecker was clean, dry, and tucked neatly back into his pjs.
“did you like that?” I asked, sounding more like a parent than a lover.
“yes ma'am.” he replied timidly.
I lifted my shirt up to wipe the corners of my mouth, revealing my muff to him for the first time. I saw his eyes widen and then narrow as if focusing on a prey. I looked at the time, it was later in the day than I would like it to be, but I reminded myself that he was already fully dressed, and I was dressed enough to not raise suspicion should my husband walk in.. So I figured we had time for more..
“get up.” I told him. He stood quickly, and I sat on the sofa in his place. “Eat mommy's pussy.” I ordered, lifting my shirt up for him. He fell to his knees, diving face first into my snatch. I wrapped my legs around his neck and sighed. He gripped my thighs and pulled himself further in between them, I didn't know if he could even breathe, but the lapping of his tongue let me know he was alive. I screamed when I came, not even attempting to be quiet, and he groaned hungrily, as if refusing to quit. When I was done and couldn't take it any more I had to tell him to stop and push him away, but with a smile.
We went our separate ways for the rest of the afternoon, not really seeing each other again until dinner. Nothing was wrong, it wasn't even necessarily awkward, there was just a feeling of being “unsure”. We needed to talk about it… I shot out of bed and ran to his room the moment my husband left the next morning, to my excitement he was still in bed, laying there awake, watching TV. I didn't speak, I just beamed at him happily, and dove under his covers finding his dick in the darkness and devouring it. He was already hard and came faster than I was expecting, but it was OK, it made me smile. And listening to him enjoy my mouth and fill it so readily with his morning jizz, actually fulfilled some maternal sense of pride inside me.
When I emerged from under his blanket, I snuggled up next to him and we had the talk.. He admitted that he knew about Curtis and I, and I explained to him about his father's affairs and finding out about my sister and how that lead me to his cousin and ultimately him. He understood, and also understood that with the exception of Curtis, this needed to stay between us.. Which meant no telling friends, but it also meant being discreet about our behavior at home.. he agreed. Naturally we discussed making this arrangement a regular thing which, to no one's surprise, seemed to be something we both wanted.
The rest of the day was spent naked.. The house filled with a pattern of loud sex, then resting, followed by more sex.. This continued for nearly a month, I finally fucked the shyness out of him. Now he couldn't keep his hands off of me.. Constantly groping me, and kissing me, but I loved it. As soon as his dick was hard again he was trying to put it in me. It was all either of us wanted, but eventually we realized we had to set boundaries, or at least some sort of a schedule. We were completely ignoring other aspects of our lives, canceling appointments and ignoring our other obligations for the chance to screw the days away. Now things have settled down. Our lives have returned mostly to normal, as long as you think having afternoon romps with your son is normal. But that was just it, it DID feel normal.. It felt great, I was HAPPY.. my husband came home to a happily satisfied loving wife.. I had a closeness with my son I hadn't had before.. Things felt perfect, but every time I told myself that, I was reminded that it was still INCEST.
That's what brought me to the Book Club.. I was looking for answers and guidance, and I found it. Other women, other mothers telling me that what I was doing wasn't wrong, they were doing it too, it was comforting. They didn't scold me, they praised me and congratulated me. We even came up with a name for the way I handled my situation.. “The Wingman”! Which was having someone else put the idea of incest into your desired partner's head, and then building you up to them, saying how awesome you were and encouraging them to make the move on you! I've now been having a daily sexual relationship with my son for nearly a year, and I'm the happiest I've ever been. I would encourage any woman to do it! If you have a horny young man at home, take advantage of it! You know he wants pussy! He just doesn't know that yours is an option, so tell him! Show him! You don't have to make it weird and “fall in love” with or “date” your son, but just be there to fulfill each other's sexual needs. He will be getting an experienced lover and you will get an insatiable cock to fulfill you.