I was helping my son heal from a terrible accident by tending to his every need. And my needs ended up taking over his healing process.
PART 3
Read parts 1 and 2 first.
I was about half asleep, on top of Mark after we fucked. His penis was semi-hard and still buried in my snatch. I had leaked his cum and my juices all over him as I lay there in complete and utter contentment. Then it dawned on me….I had not used any birth control for more than two years. After my husband passed away, I never resumed dating, so I had no need to be taking birth control. But right now, I had my son’s potent sperm in my vagina, and it had been in me for quite a while before I woke up and realized my dilemma. I needed a morning after pill, but I didn’t know where to get it, or if I needed a pre***********ion. I was ignorant of that kind of stuff, but now I suddenly needed it.
I had to get back on birth control too. I did not think that after Mark was all healed up that we were suddenly going to put the Genie back in the bottle and stop fucking. I know I wanted to keep doing it. It was just too nice to have this shared intimacy with my son. I suppose I will burn in hell for it, but I love my son and love his cock. Since I could do nothing at the moment about having a cunt full of young healthy sperm swimming around in me, I just went back to sleep, with Mark’s penis still in me, and slept until daylight.
The next morning, I got untangled from Mark and showered. I even put on clothes afterwards since I had to go to a pharmacy. It was the first day for me to get dressed in several. I loved being naked around Mark with just my short robe covering me. I’ve grown accustomed to being accessible to him. I was able to get a Plan B dose, but I was embarrassed to ask for it. Now I know why so many young ladies get pregnant even with this morning after pill being available.
I also got a pre***********ion for birth control, but it does not immediately become effective, so I had to make alternative arrangements for fucking Mark. I love anal sex, so the pregnancy threat would be a good excuse, as if I needed one, to have anal sex with Mark until the birth control became protective. I did not mention any of this to Mark. I figured he had enough to be concerned about without me adding any guilt to him.
Mark and I resumed our schedule of him getting his mid-day blow jobs so he could piss in the jug, and again in the evening for the same reason. At least that is what I kept telling myself. The truth was that I looked forward to sucking him off and would continue doing it for as long as we both want it. I love having his erection in my mouth. His taste and the texture of his rigid penis was heaven to me. And getting a mouthful of his cum was my reward.
Mark reminded me that afternoon about him needing a shower. So, we wheeled him into my shower stall and got him prepared. I was naked, of course, so I wouldn’t get my clothes wet. My nipples were rock hard as I took off my short robe in front of my son. I felt very decadent to be totally naked like this. I was very excited to give him another shower bath and my body tingled all over. I wrapped his ankle cast in plastic and wet him down with the shower wand. Mark made all kinds of nice compliments to me about my "beautiful” body, which I really appreciated. He was using very de***********ive language about my figure as I lathered him up. When I got his balls all soaped up he was in heaven. I had him raise off the bench just enough for me to soap up his butt hole and get it all nice and clean. I had plans for that area later.
I had his crotch all soapy and began jacking him off. He wanted me to go slowly since it felt so good. I agreed and was in no hurry. I stroked his magnificent erection slowly and deliberately until he came. He made his usually gasping sounds and told me how incredible it felt. My only issue with giving him hand jobs was that his cum was all mingled with soap suds, and I could not eat it. Oh well, there must be some sacrifices on my part to properly tend to my patient’s needs.
That evening, after he had been fed, I asked him if everything was OK with our situation. I did not want to push him further into more intimate acts if he was having second thoughts about it. He told me he loved me and anything I wanted us to do together was great with him. It still amazes me that a young man his age can recover so quickly and want more sex each day, considering all the climaxes that he was getting. Gotta love that youthful energy.
Mark was fed dinner, and we relaxed together. I got naked and curled up with him in bed. I draped one leg over his crotch and played with the few chest hairs that he had. I told him how much I enjoyed our intimacy and that it meant the world to me that we could do this. Some people would be aghast at my behavior, but I did not care. Bonding with Mark was very important to me.
My fingers casually traveled from his chest to his crotch, and I delicately began playing with his cock. I love to feel it transform from soft to hard while in my hand. It is quite a turn on for me to get him excited. I re-positioned myself and began sucking him off. I put two of my fingers in my mouth to get them wet and slipped one into his asshole while I sucked him. He squealed a bit and wiggled around as I teased him. I added the second finger, and he squirmed even more. I then got more aggressive and began to slide both fingers deep into his ass while I sucked him off.
My next trick was going to be a bit more difficult. I wanted to rim his asshole, but with his ankle in a cast, he was not able to raise himself up enough for me to get my head down between his butt cheeks. So, with his shoulders flat on the mattress, he twisted his waist around and lifted a hip to give me greater access to his tight young butt hole. I wanted to ream him out with my tongue and stroke him off at the same time. I saw once in a porn movie that referred to this specific activity as “the trombone”, which makes sense. I did not care what it was called, I just knew it would drive Mark wild. It did.
“Mom, oh gawd, Mom, that feels so fucking good!” Mark told me. I used both hands to pry his butt cheeks apart further so I could really bury my tongue in him. I loved being his nasty, uninhibited lover. I hope that Mark will remember the feeling of my tongue rimming his ass forever.
I went back to sucking Mark’s cock and put my fingers back in his ass. I swirled my tongue around the head of his prick while jamming my fingers deep inside his butt. He indicated he was about to blow his load, so I made sure my mouth was positioned to catch it. I was not about to waste his precious sperm. He soon filled my mouth with his jizz. I swallowed most of it, but this time, I let a bit leak from my mouth, and drip down my chin. Then I spit some into my palm and spread it all over my face. I smeared his essence on my skin like lotion and kept it there all day. It was my sexual warpaint. It seemed my level of decadence was increasing each time we had sex.
Mark wanted to make me cum, and he suggested I bring my pussy up to his face so he could pleasure me, like he did our first night. I excitedly did so. I grabbed the bed’s headboard and spread my thighs around his face. He knew exactly what to do this time and began lapping at my wet cunt. I used one hand on the back of his head to guide his face to the exact spots where I needed his tongue to lick me. My son buried his tongue in my slit like he’d been eating my pussy all his life. It felt incredible. While my cunt opening was being licked, the bridge of his nose was rubbing my clit. I hunched his face to get the full effect of him eating me out. I pulled up a bit and asked him to lick my asshole. He was all on board with that and it was delightful. I did not have an orgasm, but the sensations were awesome.
I swung my body around so I could suck his cock some more. Even though he’d climaxed just a while ago, I knew he could get it up again with a little oral attention. I needed it stiff and hard for what I had planned. I grabbed my tube of body lube and swabbed it all over my asshole to prepare for the onslaught. I looked Mark in the face and almost growled at him as I said, “I want you in my ass!”
I aimed his prick at my anus then squatted over his erect penis. I wiggled it until I located my opening with the head of his dick. When it was positioned correctly, I lowered my ass down until I could feel his cock right at the opening. I looked at Mark, making sure he was OK with whatever was going to happen. He was. I could tell from the determined look on his face that he was up for whatever I had in mind.
I lowered my hips until the head of his dick was just beginning to nudge the opening of my asshole. I wiggled his tool and pushed down harder until he slipped inside my opening. It felt huge against my tightly closed anus. I waited a moment, then relaxed further. I watched Mark’s face as his cock entered me. It felt like his shaft was splitting me apart. He filled the opening of my ass like it had not been filled before. I pulled up, then lowered myself back down, still working his large prick further inside my rectum.
After giving my muscles more time to relax, I forced his cock deeper inside me. Finally, my ass muscles relaxed enough so I could let him slide inside with no real discomfort. He soon was bottomed out inside my bowels. I tried to stroke up, but I could not lift off him. I was stuck on his prick like an insect in a bug collection tray. My anus was screaming for relief, then it relaxed enough to accommodate his size. I finally was able to pull up and go back down with more ease of movement.
I looked into Mark’s eyes as he winced in pain. My hole was tight for him too. But I knew that in a moment my muscles would relax more and I’d be able to stroke him in and out of me with ease. I squeezed out more lube in my palm and swabbed his prick on one of my upstrokes to coat it with more slick stuff. It helped ease the friction between our two sex organs. It was then easier to raise up and plunge back down on his hardness. I loved the feeling of being so completely filled.
My thigh muscles were getting a tough workout since the position I was in was not one I was used to. But the pleasures I was receiving kept me from quitting. I pounded him in and out of my ass and screamed each time he bottomed out in me. He could only watch as I impaled myself repeatedly on his stiff tool. I pushed him into me as far as it would go, then used my hand to diddle my clit. The other hand I pinched and pulled roughly on one of my nipples. The barrier between pain and pleasure was so close for me that one sensation overlapped the other.
I could feel a climax building as I continued to play with my clit and nipple. Suddenly it hit me. I was washed over with a wave of intense pleasures that I am not sure I had experienced to that degree in my past. All my senses were alive. I looked straight at Mark and blurted out “I am coming”. And I gasped loudly as the crushing sensations all hit me at once. I thrashed around, not able to escape the penis I was impaled on, and my brain went numb.
I gushed out a huge quantity of squirt, spraying Mark’s chest with my cum. I continued my spasms and had multiple sprays of squirt while my asshole quivered with pleasure. I felt light-headed and collapsed on his chest, like I did the night before, still impaled on his glorious shaft. Mark suddenly followed me with his own orgasm, and I could feel jets of his sperm shoot up inside my bowels. I had another after shock orgasm triggered by his blasts of cum. It felt indescribably wonderful.
I laid on Mark’s chest, breathing hard, and waited for my body to recover from my massive orgasm.
The skin around my butt hole was tender so I pulled Mark’s softening cock out of my ass to give that area some relief. It never ceases to amaze me how a sensation that feels so good one moment can feel terrible just a few moments later. I caught my breath, then rotated around and latched on to Mark’s penis with my mouth. I used my lips and tongue to clean every inch of his lovely tool. It was slimy with my butt juices and sperm. It was a lovely concoction of flavors. Then I finished off the process by rubbing any remaining juices from his shaft against my face.
Tonight’s carnal carnival was only the fourth day of Mark’s home recovery, I think. I was beginning to lose track of time due to all the sex. I was afraid I would exhaust myself if I tried to keep this frenetic pace of sex acts going thru to next week. I was no longer a teenager and did not have the stamina to keep up with Mark.
“Keeping up with Mark” was what my mind was telling me I was doing, but in reality, I was the one pushing the envelope with my son. He probably would have been fully contented with daily blowjobs and a shower. I think I was using my son’s youthful energy and his fabulous cock to live out all the sexual fantasies that I never acted on during my married life. My sexual interests have suddenly expanded way past vanilla sex, and I had Mark’s terrible accident to thank for it. My sexual re-awakening has been an exciting change for me. I cannot imagine what else is ahead for Mark and me after he is fully recovered. My pussy is getting wet just thinking about it.
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