I stroked my pussy, whispering to myself, “No, Drew, no we shouldn’t.” Though I must admit I wasn’t putting up a fight. My fingers were quickly covered with my juices which were flowing from my aroused genitals. I dipped a couple of fingers into my vagina, I was so wet I had no difficulty penetrating my passage, I could feel my vaginal muscles flexing around them. But I knew I wanted more than just my fingers, and, while I couldn’t have what I really wanted I did have the next best thing. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and moved them to my mouth where I licked them clean, I love the taste, I always have. Hardly a day goes by that I don’t masturbate, sometimes just to get the juice. But not this time, this time I wanted something in me.
I reached into my bedside table, and, in the back of the drawer, I quickly found my dildo. I ran the head up and down my slit, smearing my juices over it, getting it ready. Then I reached down and splayed my lips open, guiding the dildo to my entrance, I gently pushed and the head sank into my vagina. Once I was sure it was in place I released my labia and they closed around the shaft. Then I began to fuck myself.
I pushed the dildo in as far as I could, my body reacted immediately to being so filled, I loved the feeling, it had been so great with my husband, originally, then I’d never needed an artificial substitute, but lately I hardly had anything else. Still, a fake cock is better than no cock at all. I added my other hand to the dildo and began to move it in and out with an ever increasing rhythm. The pleasure was so great I could no longer keep my eyes open, as they closed I began tossing my head around, I was so turned on I couldn’t control my body. I was fully focused on what was happening between my legs, I could feel the dildo thrusting in and out of my vagina, and hear the sound it made as it did so, but that was it. I began fantasising that there was a warm body attached to the dildo, that it was a real cock, that I was being fucked by a real man. I could see him in my minds eye, then I realised it wasn’t just any man, it was Drew, my own son was fucking me. I was getting nearer, oh so near, to coming. I had to come, I reached for my clit, gently took it between my fingers, and squeezed. That was it, I came, I came like I’d never come before, ecstasy shot through my body in wave after wave, it was too much, I slumped back, gasping as my climax took over my body. I don’t know how long I lay there exhausted, my body sated with pleasure, but finally I opened my eyes, and stared, stunned. There, standing in the doorway, framed by my raised and opened legs was my son, Drew.
He just stood there, staring at my naked body, I don’t know how long he’d been there, but I’m sure he’d gotten quite a show, watching his mother masturbate. Watching my dildo going in and out of my pussy, watching me come. I didn’t move, why should I, after all he’d already seen everything a mother isn’t supposed to let her son see, her breasts and pussy. I reached down and slowly pulled the dildo out, his eyes followed my every movement. He watched as my labia closed, and just looked at my pussy, my now empty slit fully exposed by my position. Suddenly, as if only just realising what he was doing, Drew turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him.
To be continued.
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