This following is the first chapter of the recent events in the lives of myself, my son, and others. I don’t ask for understanding or forgiveness and you may condemn me for allowing our lives to come to this. But it happened and I’d be lying if I say I’d take any of it back. If incest, rape, lesbian, gay sex, and some other risqué stuff offends you then stop reading now. I welcome comments, especially from other mothers who have had similar experiences.
C’mon mom!” My son Alexander calls to me.
I open my mouth to answer through the kitchen window, but him and his friends are already yelling and jumping into the water. Picking up the tray of sandwiches, snacks and drinks I’ve prepared for them, I walk towards the sliding glass door that leads onto the back patio and swimming pool area. But just before walking through the open door I stop, put the tray down on the table and scurry towards the full length mirror near the front door. I feel so juvenile knowing I’m double checking my bathing suit, hair, and makeup to validate my looks for a few teenage boys. But at thirty five years old, a woman appreciates all the interest she can get from the male gender.
Not that I don’t get a good amount of attention from men. My face would be considered somewhat pretty with a straight slim nose, dark brown eyes and curly, coffee colored shoulder length hair typical of women with my Greek heritage. I’ve also greatly improved my decent olive skinned body over the past three years with extra gym time, jogging, and aerobics. Plus a well recommended cosmetic surgery center recently did an excellent job on my minor tummy tuck, butt lift, and transforming my slightly droopy B cup breasts into proud, gravity defying, melon D’s. They don’t look real but men stare at them constantly which always sends a shiver through me that settles deliciously in my crotch.
After pushing in the fabric of my bikini to show slightly more ass and running my hands inside the top to maximize boob lift, I put on my sunglasses, pick up the tray and walk out back into the early August afternoon Texas heat. The boys are frolicking in the pool, but one by one I watch them through my tinted eyewear as they stop and check me out as I set up their plates at the patio table. I intentionally turn my back and lean over the table in my high heeled sandals to give them a good view of my ass and toned legs that I’ve worked so hard on. They’re all around my son’s age, sixteen. A few years ago they were scrawny, immature children. Now they’re burgeoning into men, and today I’ll enjoy not only their attention but also watching their fresh, lean, wet bodies around my pool. There’s no way I’d wear this revealing suit if any of the their parents were here. But they’re not here and displaying myself to them and knowing that they will likely jerk volumes of boy cum out of their stiff teen cocks tonight thinking about me is a huge turn-on. My son is annoyed that his friends are distracted by me and sends a volleyball they were playing with hurtling into one of their heads resuming whatever game they were playing.
As I lay back in a recliner with a book I won’t read, I continue to surreptitiously eye them. It gives me an itch between my legs that will be scratched tonight with one of my numerous sex toys. Any fantasy I might have about my son’s friends is just that I guess, a fantasy. Having my mugshot on the news and destroying the life I’ve built isn’t going to happen for a fleeting encounter with a jail bait teen. But it doesn’t hurt for a woman to fantasize, does it?
They eventually tire of their games and climb out of the pool to descend on the food I prepared like a pack of starving hyenas on a fresh kill. There’s Billy, a blond laid back surfer type. Zachery, a tall track star with a lean but powerful build. Javier, a cute Hispanic boy who plays on the baseball team. And Ethan, who plays guitar and teenage girls equally well and has even heavily flirted with me several times.
Finally there’s Quintin. The other boys are more casual friends of Alex that probably like our pool more than anything. But Quintin and my son have been inseparable best friends since they met in sixth grade. He stays over many Friday and Saturday nights lifting weights, playing video games and doing other teen boy stuff with my son. He’s only an inch taller than Alexander but has ten pounds of extra muscle encased in caramel African skin from his Black father but with European features he inherited from his Italian mother. He has short curly black hair, a handsome face, and a gleaming white smile. He’s also the only one to stop and thank me for preparing the food. I tell him he’s welcome while subtly checking out the generous outline beneath his wet trunks.
And my son, Alex, who’s looks mimic his namesake, Alexander the Great. I’m not just biased when I say he’s the best looking of the bunch with his symmetrical facial features, curly honey brown hair, and azure blue eyes that he inherited from his Danish father. Every year on his birthday I measure his height and weight and mark it on the pantry door jam. Just 4 years ago before he hit puberty and started weight training, he was five foot even and 101 pounds. A month ago when he turned sixteen I measured him at five foot eight and 155 pounds of lean tone muscle on my bathroom scale. I constantly catch girls and even full grown women eyeing him when we’re out in public. It’s not just his teen model face and Olympic diver body that make him so stunning, but also his male scent and raw sexual aura. Everyone can sense it and even hetero men take an immediate liking to him.
Last November a local television station featured Alex while covering his school’s JV football program. Even though her professional persona, the news woman interviewing my son on the sideline clearly had a smitten look on her face as she spoke with him. The comments section below the video on the stations website was filled with girls, women, and a few men all saying how hot my boy was. Some wrote really salacious remarks about what they wanted him to do to them or what they wanted to do to him before the station deleted and locked the comments.
I married his father at 18 and had Alex a year later. My pregnancy was so rough I followed the doctors advice and got my tubes tied so my husband Karl and I initially resigned ourselves to one child. But when Alex was four we adopted Li Mei, a baby girl from China. She was the product of a Chinese mother who worked at the Indonesian embassy and got pregnant by one of their diplomats. The father took off and rather than face the stigma of being a single mother with a half foreign child, her mom put her up for adoption. When I told little Alex that her name meant, “beautiful plum blossom” he started calling her “Blossom” and the name stuck.
Karl was a good provider and a good man but was engrossed by his work as a civil engineer and even when he was around he didn’t engage much with me or the children. Our sex life consisted of him mounting me once a week for a two minute rut followed by him rolling off and going to sleep before I would sneak off to the bathroom to finish myself. What made things worse was my sex drive increased dramatically in the years after we married. When I was a teenager, I would masterbate once or twice a week. In the years since I gave birth to Alex, my need has grown to the point that I’m almost always somewhat aroused and stifling the urge to play with myself. Surfing porn exposed me to various types of sex that I was eager to explore but had no chance of doing with Karl. Lesbian, bondage, a three or four way.. I knew enough not to bother trying to get him to expand our sex life. The one kink I was able to do myself was anal. I still remember the new and powerful orgasm I had that first time I wormed my middle finger up my ass while rubbing my pussy. And I also remember the first time my finger came out smeared with shit which didn’t appeal to me. That led me into enemas and eventually full colon cleanses which I’ve come to enjoy nearly as much as masturbation.
I didn’t tell Karl anything about my solo extra curricular activities of course, or that I was seriously considering divorcing him or going outside our marriage to satisfy my emotional and sexual needs. Those two possibilities were made moot one evening when Alex was ten. Karl was in his Honda at a railway crossing on the way home from work. He was stopped, but a dump truck driver ignored the lights derailing a high speed freight train killing himself and half a dozen people including my husband. I was shocked and saddened of course but us having a cool distant marriage softened the blow. Alex and Blossom had even less of a relationship with their father so they shrugged it off and were back to normal in weeks.
With a hefty settlement from the trucking company’s insurance, I could have continued being a stay at home mom but the kids clearly didn’t need me like when they were little. I wanted to keep busy and since I had a bachelors degree, I took the extra accounting courses and the test to become a licensed CPA which got me a job where I could spend much of my time working from a home office. But it also got me out in the world where I can meet new people, some of whom I fuck. I’ve had a string of men from twenty something’s to sixty years old and enjoyed them all. Different positions-oral, anal, rough sex. The old guy I was with bent me over and ate my ass which was fabulous. I even did taxes for a mid forties divorced woman who happily introduced me to the world of lesbian sex. Each new lover has reinforced to me just how cloistered and dull my previous sexual life had been.
So watching these virile teens is making me think about hitting up a college bar or getting online to find myself a young stud who will pump me full of cum multiple times a day. He might even let me play with his ass. Corresponding with people on sex forums gets me hot too but I haven’t had the courage to meet up with any of them. It’s been a couple months since I’ve had sex and I’m definitely going through serious sausage withdrawal.
I find myself looking at my son again. He’s back in the pool doing front and rear somersaults off the diving board, swimming to the edge, then launching effortlessly out to do it again. He has a little hair below his knees and under his arms but is otherwise smooth and sexy with his perpetually tan Mediterranean skin. My boy has just the right size muscular build with back muscles and a subtle six pack. So young, pristine, and tanned from days around the pool and working on our secluded fenced property. God he’s beautiful!
“Hey Cassandra, you’re perving on your son again.” I realize.
I snap out of it pulling my wayward hand away from my moist crotch and look to see if his friends have noticed me leering but thankfully they’re engrossed with eating and teen boy banter.
Alex climbs out and walks up to me, rivulets of water running down his athletic high school football player frame. This Spring I came home early to find a strange car in the driveway and heard female moaning from his room. I waited in the kitchen until he came down with the girl they both jumped when they saw me and she quickly left. I sat Alex down for a talk about sex and women. He was embarrassed but told me the girl was a senior and she had recently taken his virginity. They had been having sex for a few weeks and thankfully he had worn a condom. A few weeks later she broke it off-she didn’t want her clicky friends knowing she was fucking a sophomore. He wasn’t happy but I told him there are lots of fish in the sea. What bothered me was that I was happy she dumped him. It’s not that I’m some prude that doesn’t want her boy to have a sex life. What bothered me was that I felt like she was stealing him from me. What bothered me was… I was jealous.
“The water’s great mom. You should go for a swim.” He says hooking his thumb and turning slightly to the pool.
As he does my eyes are drawn to his crotch to trace the outline of the wet fabric of his package. Another guilty unspoken pleasure I’ve indulged in lately is smelling my son’s used laundry. His workout shirts, football uniform and underwear in particular. The smell of young male sweat and testosterone. A week ago while home alone I was loading his dirty clothes and brought a pair of of his briefs up to my face. Ten minutes later I was mounted atop the washing machine-legs spread wide using a stain remover bottle as an improvised dildo while pressing the cotton fabric to my face as I climaxed. God help me.
Another event that’s added even more fuel to to my taboo desires happened six weeks ago just after Alex and Quintin finished their sophomore year. I was going to spend the day at the office for a meeting and to consult with a client. I didn’t think anything of my son asking me how long I’d be gone except to assure him I’d be home around 6pm with some sort of take out food for myself and the two boys. Quintin and his mom share a modest sized apartment so it’s not unusual for him to spend days and nights at our house especially during summer break. Halfway through the day I realized I had left the client's paperwork on the desk in my home office so I rushed home to retrieve it. The house is surrounded by a tall security/privacy wall and the auto gate into the driveway sets off audio alerts that can be heard in the house and back by the pool.
I was in such a hurry that I parked the car on the street and used the pedestrian gate which has a pass code but no alarm. After retrieving the file I passed the sliding glass door when some movement caught my eye. What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. Not fifteen feet from me through the glass, the naked body of Quintin was on top of my equally nude son and they were engaged in a sixty nine on one of the chase lounge chairs, his face buried in Alex’s crotch. His caramel ass was clasped by my boy who was pulling his friend deep into his own mouth. My shock was only matched by my arousal watching these two beautiful teen boys locked together in their oral coupling eagerly servicing each other.
I stared mesmerized at the carnal display until Quintin turned his head in my direction sending me scurrying off. I was worried he saw me but he seemed normal when I returned that night. My son obviously likes women so the possibility of him being bisexual had never entered my mind. The online literature I researched stated that the tremendous sex drive of teenage boys entices many into homosexual activity which they don’t usually pursue into adulthood. That incident launched a new fetish for me which is watching gay porn. I don’t like big hairy guys but seeing attractive studs or young twinks fucking, sucking, fingering, and licking until they blow creamy loads of cum onto and into each other absolutely sets my pussy on fire. And since then the thought of my son and Quintin as lovers is frequently what sends me over the edge when I rub one out.
“Mom.. Earth to mom!” My son’s words snap me out of it. Thank God I’m wearing sunglasses so he can’t see where I was looking.
“Umm.. It looks like you guys are done eating so I’ll just clean up the dishes sweetheart.”
“Oh come on Ms Jaeger,” Ethan croons. “You sure you don’t want to get wet?” He’s talking to me like a seasoned pick up artist working some hoe in a bar. The other boys snicker.
“That’s enough gentlemen.” I say. “It’s getting late so swim a bit more if you want then you go. Remember Alex, you and Quintin have football practice early tomorrow and you have work afterwards.” The high schools have pre season practice in the morning so the players don’t drop from heat stroke and Alex has an afternoon job at a local supermarket several days a week.
The boys pile back into the pool as I gather up the dishes and bring them inside. Bending over putting dishes in the dishwasher, my bikini bottom slides deliciously against my shaved pussy. I inhale deeply and bite my lower lip. I’m wet, and only some of that was from Alex’s friends. More and more lately I find my son the focus of my sexual fantasies. I love watching him in his bathing suit, shirtless washing the car, coming in from our home gym or a run all sweaty… Fuck, I have to get a man in my life before I jump my boy..
Later that evening:
I poor a large glass of wine and make my way upstairs to my room. Alex’s door is open, his bedside lamp on. One of the numerous things I love about my child is how obliviously immodest he is with his youthful sexuality. He’s face down on the bed fast asleep likely wiped out from the day’s activities. I quietly slip in to turn off the light to tuck him in like I’ve done many times since he was a baby. But he’s not a baby anymore. The sheets are pulled away from him and all he wears is his undersized well worn tighty whities that cling like a coat of white paint to his firm butt. I remind myself to buy him some new underwear.
His hair is a tangled mess that won’t be tamed with any amount of combing. I nag him about trying to look neat but in reality it looks fantastic, like a teen Greek warrior. His light golden skin glows in the dim light. The V of his torso rises and falls with each even breath. My eyes trace down his smooth back to those cotton encased sculpted globes. “Oh why couldn’t he have fallen asleep naked!?” It’s wrong... I shouldn’t be standing here having these depraved thoughts about my own flesh and blood. Someone that gestated inside me, who I pushed out from between my legs and fed nutritious milk from my breasts. My attempt to have motherly thoughts only succeeds in producing a salacious vision of my son’s plump supple lips latched on to one of my erect nipples which sends a jolt of pleasure into my cunt.
“You’re a debauched, degenerate whore Cassandra!” my inner voice chastises me. I can’t help it though. The taboo, forbidding nature of my lust just adds to the throbbing heat in my crotch. My son’s one leg is bent in a figure four giving me a view down past the crack of his ass to the spherical bulge of his testicles against the bedsheet. “What are they like? Sparsely hair covered like the rest of his body or does he shave his genitals like a lot of young guys? What would they feel like between my fingers, in my mouth rolling on my tongue?” My ample silicone tits rapidly rise and fall with my breaths at the lurid vision of me, subservient, on my knees lapping like a bitch in heat at my offspring’s sex organs.
I lean over and reach down. What I yearn to do is yank his legs apart, rip that nuisance underwear away, and bury my face in his crack to slather his ass with my mouth. To run my tongue from my teen son’s plump balls up to and into his tart asshole. When he wakes I will order him on his back and push his legs up over his head so I can feast on him. As soon as he’s aroused I’ll fuck and suck on him until dawn…
Instead I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down, then gently cover him with the comforter bending over far enough to smell the subtle chlorine smell off his hair and the intoxicating natural scent of youthful masculinity. “Goodnight Alexander” I whisper to my unconscious young Macedonian god. “The Great” I add.
I’m in my room seconds later and as soon as I lock the door my silk robe drops to the floor. I immediately slip my wet panties off now completely naked, relishing the cool air on my flushed hot cunt. Sucking the saturated crotch band of my underwear into my mouth adds to my arousal and I bite into the fabric to taste my juices. I drop to my knees and punch the four digit code on one of the long, lockable drawers integrated into the bed frame. In one of the drawers is a home defense shotgun and pistol my late husband bought for dangerous emergencies. The drawer I open has a dozen sex toys, one of which I’ll use for the current emergency between my legs. I pick out an eight inch dark brown latex penis with golf ball size testicals, prop pillows against the headboard and lean back for a much needed masterbation session.
I reach for my laptop, but stop. No, after feasting my eyes on all the sexy young male flesh today I don’t need to look at pornography. I focus my thoughts on Alex’s best friend Quintin. How sexy this athletic mulatto teen looked today around my pool. Turning the dildo sideways I slide it up and down my slick cunt to lube it for insertion, enjoying the delicious friction with my labia and clit.
I imagine I’m home one afternoon and Quintin knocks on the door, asking if Alex is home. “They both have phones, why doesn’t he know Alex is out?” I let him in and ask him if he wants something to eat or drink as I turn towards the refrigerator. “I’ll tell you what I want.” he says as one strong arm wraps around my waist the other grabs my throat squeezing my windpipe. I’m paralyzed with shock momentarily but start to fight his embrace as he easily lifts me off the ground and backs us into the living room.
“Quintin stop, what are you doing!?”
“I see the way you look at me you White whore!” He hisses into my ear. Gone is his respectful, polite persona. I try to elbow and kick my heels into him but he just laughs and throws me on my back on the living room floor. I stare up at him in disbelief as he peels the short sleeve polo shirt off his muscular torso and looks down on me like a lion eyeing its prey. I roll and try to run but he’s on top of me flattening us to the carpet. A shiny chromed switchblade snaps open and dances in front of my face. “We can do this easy or hard bitch.”
“Please don’t hurt me!” I plead.
Quintin stands up above me and kicks off his sneakers. “Take off your top.” I have no doubt now what he wants and I eye an escape route to the front door. He sees my furtive glance and tells me, “I do a four and a half 40 yard dash-you ain’t getting away from me.” He accentuates with the blade as he speaks. I sit up and after a moment’s hesitation slowly unbutton my blouse, removing it and dropping it beside me. He says nothing just nods and points at my bra with the knife. Reaching behind, I unclasp the bra and slowly let the garment fall off my shoulders.
“I like your new big titties.”
“Please Quintin, just go. I promise I won’t say anything about this to anyone!”
Instead he peels down his basketball shorts and kicks them away standing before me totally naked. Despite my fear my eyes are drawn to his crotch. He’s already hard and his thick, veiny eight inch cock pulses menacingly. Pulling back his foreskin reveals a shiny spot of pre cum at its torpedo shaped tip. He casually reaches down and slowly begins stroking himself.
“Get on your knees.” “I said get up on your knees!!”
I do as he says and he steps forward his big black cock bobbing inches from my face.
My son’s friend roughly grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes my head back, the knife blade traces down my cheek. He leans forward “Now, I don’t want to hurt you, but if you bite me it will be the last thing you ever do you understand?”
I quickly nod, too afraid to speak.
I don’t have to be told what to do next. I lick my lips and slowly engulf the tip of his penis feeling the warmth and silky texture of his flesh on my tongue. Reaching up my hand cups his big, low hanging bull testicals, my nails lightly digging into his sac. I clamp my lips around his girth pushing his foreskin back as five or six inches of his solid, African cock slides into me hitting the back of my throat.
“Ulmmm” he groans and starts slow shallow strokes into me. Despite my fear, instinct takes over and I begin licking and sucking Quintin’s hard slick tool. My teen rapist isn’t hurrying, he slow fucks my face. My hands grab ahold of his strong thighs. “I don’t want to touch him, I just want to control his pace.” I tell myself. God his cock is big! Bigger than my husbands was. Bigger than any man I’ve been with. There’s no way I can take all of him. I’m already choking on six of his inches and he’s grown to what looks like nine! I’m trying though and breath through my nose taking as much of him inside of my experienced mouth until I choke and have to back off.
My hand has reached behind him cupping one of his chocolate cheeks, fingers sliding into his warm humid crack. “What are you doing Cassandra?” I’m just doing what I need to do to get him off. To satisfy him so he leaves without hurting me. I add suction and hold him deep using my throat muscles to massage his cockhead.
“That’s it baby, you suck my cock better than Alex does.” He says.
“Ummm!” Did I just make that sound? What the hell is the matter with me?
I pull off of him only to turn my head and nibble like a guppy up the length of his member. Grabbing him by the base, I spit on the head then slobber my lips and tongue over it while looking up at him. “It didn’t take much to get you hot for my dick did it?” He boasts.
I don’t give him the satisfaction of a response. I spend the next minutes giving the best blow job I can to bring him to completion so he can shoot ropes of hot pungent cum into my mouth and be done. “How much cum will he shoot? What will it taste like?” Even as I tell myself I’m not enjoying this I realize my pussy is wet. The perverse sex act he’s forced on me, the salty taste of his pre-cum, and his youthful man scent hitting my nostrils have combined to spark and fuel my own sexual desire. I know after I get this bastard off and he leaves I’ll have to rub myself to completion.
Quintin suddenly pushes me onto my back. I lean up on my elbows and wipe saliva off my chin. “Take off the rest of your clothes.” He orders.
This time there’s no hesitation, I kick off my loafers then reach around unzipping my knee length skirt before sliding it down my legs. All I have left is my panties. We stare at each other and he wraps his thumb and index finger around the base of his great cock and casually swings it like small baseball bat. All the while smiling down at me.
“You fucker!” I spit out.
“You know what to do.” He says.
I hook my thumbs into band of my underwear and slide them off, now completely bare in front of my son’s “nice” friend.
“Spread em.” I comply and feel the cool air on my warm wet sex, now totally open and exposed to him.
“Nice” he says. “You want my big dick up your slutty White cunt don’t you?”
I’m looking away in embarrassment but he waits for my answer.
I finally glare up at him. “Yes! Is that what you want to hear you bastard? Your best friend’s whore mother has been checking you out for months, dreaming about you taking me. Are you happy now!?”
He says nothing, just kneels between my legs lowering his hard, athletic brown body down on mine, mounting me. I don’t resist. It would be pointless. Quintin easily has three times my strength. And what is worse, I want this. As disgusted as I am with him, and with myself, I know I want nothing more in this world right now than to have this young Black stud shove his huge throbbing piece of meat up my hungry pussy. He leans in and kisses me and I eagerly kiss him back. What happens later doesn’t matter. I need this now! My juices are running down between my cheeks and my cunt is on fire.
He reaches down between us and I feel him align the head of his cock up against my slick vagina, parting my labia. He pushes just the head in spreading me open. I take several large gulps of air in anticipation of having him inside me. I’ve never taken a cock this big, at least not a real one. He still has ahold of himself and pulls back slightly running his prick up and down my lips and against my clit.
“Aaahhh! Please Quintin give it to me!” God help me I’m actually begging him for it.
And he does give it to me, slowly working himself inside my neglected pussy. Pushing, pausing, pulling back slightly, gyrating his hips slightly corkscrewing his beautiful black cock further up my vaginal canal than any man has ever been. And I spread my legs wide inviting him in. His pelvis finally settles against mine. He hasn’t quite hit my cervix but he must be close. I can feel him throbbing inside me stretching my slutty cunt. I kiss him hungrily shoving my tongue against his.
He eases almost all the way out of me before forcefully thrusting back in. “Aaaahhhh!! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” He does it again and I can’t help but shout more approval as I dig my nails into his buttocks. My lungs suck in air pushing my big D cups against his hard pectorals, nipples rubbing against nipples. Quintin says nothing. He doesn’t have to. His big cock and the feel of his beautiful dark teen body against mine is more than enough. I run my hands over his tight muscled ass, then up his sides and along his hard back. Any principles I have that should prevent me from enjoying getting raped by my son’s underage friend are cast aside, overridden by my carnal need to get treated like the tawdry whore that I am. To be used for the pleasure of a young lusty man who doesn’t take no for an answer.
He’s now slamming into me, making an, “Uhh!” with each stroke, the heat between us growing by the second. I love listening to a man exert himself. Many times after being around sweaty, muscular, grunting men at the gym, I have to immediately rub one out as soon as I get home. One time, unable to wait, I pulled my shorts down and masterbated in my car in the health club parking lot.
“You’re going to be mine from now on baby. You can be prim and proper house mom with everybody else but when it’s just the two of us your ass belongs to me. You understand?”
“Yes Quintin.” I whisper.
“I didn’t hear you bitch, what’d you say?”
“I said I’m yours Quintin! You come to me and I’ll take your big beautiful cock in any of my holes. Fuck me!!” My fingers are clasping his contracting ass pulling him into me. The feel of his meat pounding my horny cunt has stripped away what remains of any pride or decency I have left, unveiling the decadent perverted whore underneath.
His cock is absolutely hammering into me now, my pussy getting the extra stimulus from his heavy balls bouncing against my labia. I’m grunting like a bitch in heat, a slave to my carnal needs. Even if my rapist tried to get up and leave now I wouldn’t let him. God help me I love this! I deserve this. I need this! My body is building towards a climax like a giant wave cresting before it hits the shore.
As my orgasm begins, I piston the brown dildo in and out of me as fast as my fatigued hand can muster, groaning through clenched teeth. “Fuck! Ahh fuck!!” My entire body shakes through a full and satisfying cum. The kind I only get when my vagina is full. As it subsides my strength leaves me and my legs ease down to the mattress. I drag the tip of the slimy latex cock up my belly, stopping to run it around one nipple before taking it into my mouth. After licking my juices off like a fine delicacy, I lay and enjoy the afterglow of my self gratification.
I feel a little guilty imagining Alex’s best friend as some bad Negro rapist. He’s quite the opposite. His mother is one of my best friends and I know she’s proud of raising such a considerate well mannered young man. And despite being so muscular, he’s pretty soft spoken and even slightly effeminate in his personality.
After a trip to the bathroom to clean my vagina with a warm wet hand towel, I settle into bed rolling into a fetal position anchoring the head of the fake dick between my legs against my vagina. I like sleeping like this although having man spooned up against me would be better.
“At least a vision of my son as my sex partner didn’t invade my masterbation fantasy again like it has numerous times before” I congratulate myself. I’m still a good mom even if I have a unnatural lust for my own son. My debauched incestuous thoughts are just that, thoughts. These are temporary feelings that will soon be in my past. Me and my sweet boy will continue to have a normal healthy relationship and he’ll never have any idea I ever had this perverse taboo wanting for him. I’m sure of it.
I turn the light off and soon fall into a contented sleep..