I contemplated how life might be more enjoyable if families hooked up in a consensual tryst with each other. A decision to fuck my son Jake, or at least offer my mouth and pussy for his relief, was made. I just needed to find the right words to seduce him and an opportunity to do it.
When I stood up and transferred Peggy Lee’s Fever to play on a sound bar in my bedroom, it was because my pussy was misbehaving. I felt a delightful moistening inside my panty gusset, knowing it wouldn’t go away until I tended to the slimy engorged pearl hiding in a protective skin pouch there at the top of my slit.
I much preferred rubbing one out to fucking myself with a dildo or vibrator. True, sometimes a thick latex cock inside my pussy felt right, but mostly I preferred to control pressure, friction, and speed when manipulating my nipples and clitoris.
I’d perfected making a V with two fingers from one hand, splaying my swollen pussy lips wide open while controlling sensation and speed with the forefinger of my other hand. As I was swept away by Dinah Washington, my throbbing cunt praised the choices I’d made. Coming to and cumming in my bed was definitely long overdue and much preferred to another streaming service box set.
I fingered my swollen labia, brushing each one lovingly up and down, using the natural lubricant of a healthy pussy’s hormones. I felt them tingle, reacting to the stimulus while my pussy tunnel ached for a big cock.
When I dipped a finger inside my hole, scooping out more cream to lubricate my engorged pearl, the temptation to indulge myself was too great so I licked, sucked, collected more and repeated that several times until my mouth was marinated in exquisite pre-menstrual pussy cream.
“Holy fuck, mom. I’m so sorry.”
My bedroom door had slid open because I hadn’t closed it properly and Jake stood in front of me looking every bit a terrified rabbit caught in the proverbial headlights. I made no attempt to close my legs or stop rubbing myself off.
“Hi Jake. I must have left the door ajar. My bad… sorry son.”
“Umm… I’ll come back later… I’m really sorry, mom.”
“Why not stay, honey?”
“What do you mean? Why… you’re… you’re… you’re-.”
“Masturbating?”
“Yeah… fuck, it’s a private you time, right?”
“It doesn’t have to be, sweetie. Close the door. In fact, lock it so we aren’t disturbed and then come and fuck mommy.”
“Jesus, mom, are you fucking serious?”
“Never more so, and I hate to point this out, Jake, but you haven’t stopped staring at my cunt yet.”
“You haven’t stopped rubbing one out either, mom.”
“One thing doesn’t excuse the other, son.”
“No okay, well… I’m sorry about that, too.”
“You apologize too much, Jake.”
He marched back to the door as though leaving while I continued wanking and moaning because his intrusion lifted my proximity to climactic lift off by a couple of notches. Jake stopped at my bedroom door, gripping its handle while bumping his forehead gently off the wood as though contemplating a dilemma.
I continued strumming my cunt, bringing two, then three fingers into play, sliding them faster up and down the creamy furrow that tightened into a narrow slit because the pussy lips forming it kept on swelling and I clenched my thighs together.
Jake made his choice, closing the door, tapping his head against its wood some more while I moaned like a whore before the familiar click of safety and a locked door told me I was going to be fucked by a real cock after three months of missing my husband’s.
“Come and fuck mommy, son. There is nothing wrong in this.”
“Jesus, mom, are you certain?”
“Yeah. I’ll mess this bed up if you don’t fuck me senseless, honey. Just think how much more comfortable and smooth your bedsheets will be if I swallow all that baby making seed swarming around your prostate and balls.”
“Fucking hell mom, you sound like a total slut.”
“Right now, that’s exactly what I am. Jake’s cum slut.”
I reluctantly tore myself away from masturbation and sat up on the end of my bed. I beckoned my son, who shuffled nervously to within range of my hands. I pulled at the waistband of his sweatpants like a willful school girl misbehaving.
“Let’s look at mommy’s new toy, son.”
“Okay mom. I want to do this with you, but it’s fucking terrifying. What about Emma, Claire and dad?”
“Emma’s considering fucking you too, but I’d rather you kept that to yourself until she decides and speaks to you. Claire’s still a virgin so we’ll have to approach her carefully, and dad isn’t gay.”
“I didn’t mean that about dad. He’ll be seriously pissed.”
“Leave my husband to me, son.”
Jake had showered after training, so I got a whiff of fresh lavender soap when I slid my son’s sweat pants and boxer briefs down.
“Fucking Christ son. I had no idea.”
“Nine and a half inches mom.”
“It looked big through your pants, but this is just… fuck! This cock is on another level. Emma will be all in once she sees this monster.”
“Thanks mom. For what it’s worth, I’m in love with you.”
“What did you just say?”
“Yeah mom. With you gripping my cock and about to suck it, I guess there are no secrets between us anymore. I love you. Not just as my mom. I’ve been stealing your clean underwear and wanking off into it for years because I can’t get enough of you.”
“Jesus, son. I thought I had all the surprises.”
“Nah. I’ve even stolen some of your used underwear.”
The truth set us both free and my son relaxed while I studied the biggest and most overwhelming cock I’d ever seen. His musky whiff of pure, primal man flared my nostrils as I considered how to tackle my first blowjob on a son who had just professed his romantic love for me.
I used my spare hand to cup both of Jake’s balls, squeezing them tightly, noticing how everything about his reproductive organs was so perfectly connected, powerful and sensitive as it all trembled in tune to my jazz music.
He’s fucking throbbing.
He pressed forwards gently from the hips while pulling off the t-shirt I’d overlooked. The body builder physique impressed, slapping me in the face and pussy, so I released my son’s balls to scrape fingernails upwards across his washing board stomach until I could tweak and scratch one nipple after the other.
He grunted like a neanderthal, and his cock twitched vigorously when powerful pectoral and abdominal muscles rippled and shimmered to the tune of my fingernails.
I stared at the end of my son’s cock, pleased we chose not to have him cut as a baby. The drooping skin wrinkles at the end of his foreskin held back a reservoir of pre-cum that I was about to suck and swallow.
His Stallion aroma distilled when pre-cum juices pooled heavily, almost to the extent that they might drip and be wasted on a wooden parquet floor below. I licked the entry hole in the center of his foreskin using the tip of my tongue, harvesting enough pre-cum to avoid any spillage and to give my mouth a massive salty hit, but without disturbing the cock I wanted to tease a little while longer.
While licking his gently bouncing, slimy cock tip, I removed an elastic hair band from my wrist. When I gathered my long blonde hair into an impromptu blowjob ponytail and stared up, I saw nothing but love and desire in my son’s eyes. I smiled salaciously at him while tying off a perfect cock sucking hair style, making sure Jake knew I meant business.
“I have to suck this cock until it feeds me your seed, son. Would you like a pill now so we can still fuck later?”
“Mom, I don’t need any pills. Give me ten minutes between shots and I’ll go all day fucking you, but my sisters will definitely hear us.”
“Let’s worry about that at dinner.”
He stood tall like a man mountain in his perfect pose and I felt the dampness of my pussy leaking into the duvet. It didn’t matter to me and although I desperately wanted tongue and a good fucking; I figured impressing my son with a loving blowjob would hard wire his love more intimately into me.
I’d have to figure things out with my daughters and husband some other time because my own feelings had changed in the ten minutes it took to seduce my son.
When I peeled my son’s foreskin back, licking, swilling and swallowing the excess pre-cum that might otherwise leak onto the floor, I was caught breathless just sensing by sight, smell and taste of a cock so young and vibrant that it might impregnate me, birth control or not.
“Fucking hell Jake.”
“What’s wrong, mom?”
“I feel more alive right now than I have for at least a decade.”
“Do you like me then?”
“I love you, son, and this cock is bestial. I don’t know if I can ever live without it.”
“Maybe you won’t have to.”
I took my son’s entire glans into my mouth in a single, fluid movement, making sure my teeth didn’t rasp against his smooth, sensitive tissue. I deliberately sucked hard while curling and flicking my tongue over his smooth tissues, indenting both cheeks to remove every drop of slimy veneer from his cock head. When I sucked a wad of pre-cum out of the tiny slit in the end of Jake’s glans, savoring it before swallowing, its salty explosion rocked my world.
I felt lightheaded when every taboo, inhibition or moral boundary in my psyche exploded in the greatest firework display of my soul, shuddering my mind and body. I was all in and knew this love affair wouldn’t stop, regardless of who tried to pull me off my son’s cock.
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