Tom broke the kiss, gently, smiling into my eyes. “You’re sure, Mom?”
“Absolutely, son. Undress me, and fuck me!”
“Oh, my god, yes! Mom, this is all my dreams coming true!”
I was wearing a dress, a party dress. One that showed a little cleavage, that showed a little leg. I turned my back to Tom so that he could reach my zip and smiled to myself as I felt his hands shaking as he unzipped me. His hands were warm on me as he lowered the zipper to my ass. I shrugged the dress forwards off my shoulders and let it fall to pool at my feet.
I felt Tom’s hands at my bra strap and fought a giggle. “It’s front-fastening, sweetheart,” I murmured and felt his arms come around me to cup my breasts, caressing, hefting the weight of them. I’m not huge in the tits department but I knew I had enough to fill a man’s hands, and I was relishing the way I was filling my son’s hands, but I wanted his hands on my tits, not my bra, and I turned myself in the circle of his arms, taking his hands and moving them to the fastening of my bra. He fumbled for a moment, and then I felt the clasp loosen and the cups fall away.
I held my breath, because I knew that there would be some sag, but all I saw in his eyes was love and admiration. His arms went around me and he pulled me close for a moment.
“I love you, Mom.”
“And I love you, Tom, but you’re not finished yet, are you?”
He grinned. “No, Mom, not yet.” He eased the bra from my shoulders, dropped it beside my dress and held me at arms’ length.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, then leaned forwards and took my left nipple, my very hard left nipple, into his mouth, suckling gently for a moment, sending a shiver of pure lust through me, repeated a moment later as he switched his attention to my right nipple.
“Tom, honey,” I managed to say, my voice hoarse with my excitement, “Get my panties off!”
I don’t like wearing pantyhose much, so I was wearing a garter-belt and stockings, and panties, and Tom skinned those panties down my legs in nothing flat, and my pussy was finally revealed to my son. I hadn’t had sex with anyone for more than two years, but I keep my pussy fleece tidy, and I shave my labia, and I was rewarded in my efforts by the look of want on my son’s face. I fought a giggle and adopted a pose I’d seen in a magazine, one arm in the air, one on my thigh, weight on one leg.
“Tada!”
Tom laughed, then sobered. “Mom, you are the most desirable woman I have ever seen.”
“Thank you, son. Now get your clothes off before you do yourself an injury. That cannot be comfortable,” I said, indicating the bulge in his trousers, reaching out to give it a quick squeeze. Hard! Big! “Get it out, get it out quick, because I want it here!” And I spread my pussy lips with both hands.
Tom smiled. “Not as much as I do, Mom,” he said, as he began to undress, his clothes going everywhere. I unclipped my stockings and slid them off, loosened the garter-belt and slid it off, then turned back to Tom. He was just taking off his under-shorts, then straightened, naked, and I sucked in a gasp. I knew one thing for certain. Whatever else might happen, I was very shortly going to have a close, intimate encounter with the biggest penis I’d ever come across!
On shaking legs I moved forward and into Tom’s welcoming embrace, feeling my breasts flatten against his chest as his arms went around me, pulling me close in a fierce embrace, feeling his penis – his cock – pressing against my belly.
“Mom?”
“Yes, son?”
“Do I need anything?
“For what?”
“Protection, Mom, I don’t want to make you pregnant.”
I stretched up and kissed his nose. “You can’t. About eighteen months after you were born I developed an ovarian cyst, and had to have my ovaries removed. That’s why your dad and I never had any more children.”
“Oh, Mom! That’s sad, because you’re a wonderful mother.”
“Thank you, son, but now I want you to be a wonderful lover, and take me to paradise.” I eased from his embrace, took his hand and led him to the bed, laying myself down, and drawing him down with me.
“Make love to me, Tom. No need for foreplay, just get that beautiful cock of yours into me. I am so ready for it.”
And I was, I was soaking. I moved my legs apart, fighting a giggle, as Tom moved to kneel between my spread legs. He moved forward, bending, and I felt the thick, blunt head of his cock at my opening, then gasped aloud as I felt it moving into me. I was wet, very wet – very, very wet – and his cock moved easily into me, but even so, he had to ease back and in again a couple of times before he managed to get all of him into me. And I knew he was there! Oh, boy, did I! I couldn’t remember ever feeling so good with a cock in my pussy, not even Tom’s dad. He pulled back and pushed in again, then again, beginning to move easily in my copious juices.
“Fuck, Tom! That feels fucking marvellous!”
He laughed. “Just what I was thinking, Mom. I didn’t think I’d ever get to make love to you the way I want to.” He grinned down at me. “Don’t think I’ve ever even heard you say ‘fuck’ before, Mom.”
I laughed. “Well, I do when it’s needed, like now, so there! Now shut up and fuck me!”
And he did, his cock moving easily, audibly, in my pussy, long, deep strokes, filling me, emptying me, my unspoken protest dying as he pushed back in. I don’t know if it was the forbidden nature of our love-making, or just the wonderful feeling of my son’s cock in my pussy, but I could feel myself moving quickly towards climax, quicker than I could ever remember it happening before. I couldn’t help it, I could feel myself almost whimpering as Tom fucked me, gasping my acceptance on every stroke. I could feel the sensations building in me, bringing me ever closer to climax.
“I’m close, son,” I whispered, “very close.”
“Me too, Mom, me too.” He bent and kissed me, hard, wanting.
That did it, that and a deep stroke into my very core, and I lost myself in the sensations of climax, feeling my pussy clutching at Tom’s cock as he in turn exploded in climax, his hips driving his cock into me, my own hips driving back at him in acceptance of the moment. All was sensation, reality blurring, my entire being centred on my pussy and its welcome invader. We were clutching at each other and Tom’s lips mashed against mine, our tongues duelling in the arena of our mouths.
It was too intense to last, and it didn’t, as reality slowly intruded on us, Tom’s cock slowing, dwindling, in the heat of my core. He moved, as if to withdraw and I grabbed at him.
“No! Stay in me, stay in me until you fall out.”
He smiled, warm, loving. “As long as I can, Mom, as long as I can.” He bent and kissed me again, quick, light, loving, then sobered. “I love you, Mom.”
“I love you, too, son,” I said, then grinned up at him. “I think I just proved that!”
“You certainly did!” A pause. “Mom, please, please say we can do this again before I have to go?”
I smiled up at him. “As often as we can manage. Once we get home, we can spend all day in my bed if you want.”
He grinned. “I want! Oops, guess I’ve fallen out.”
“Guess so, son. Ease off, and we’ll clean up.”
A few minutes later we were all cleaned up, courtesy of a warm wash cloth and a fluffy towel, and we were kissing and cuddling together in Claire’s bed.
“Tom?” I said, between kisses.
“Yes, Mom?”
“If you had the chance, would you want to make love to your Aunt Jean? And probably Claire, as well?”
He stared at me, unspeaking, for a long moment, and I arched my brows in unspoken query. He nodded.
“Yes, Mom, I would. I love them both. Not as much as I love you, but yes, I love them.” He grinned. “Have to admit, they’re both very tasty ladies.” He shrugged. “It will never happen, though.”
I didn’t say anything, just swung my legs out of bed and stood. I held out my hand to Tom. “Come on, son, up you get.”
Puzzled, he stood. I took his hand and moved towards the door, but he stopped me. “Mom, haven’t you forgotten something? Like dressing, maybe?”
I shook my head. “No, I plan to leave the room just like this, naked, with my naked son holding my hand.”
A smile began to build on his face. “And where might we be going, Mom?”
“Just next door, baby. But I’ve realized there’s something I need to do first.” Before he had a chance to respond, I was on my knees and his cock was in my mouth. I’d always liked the feel of a cock in my mouth, that power a woman has over a man, and the fact that this cock was my own son’s made the moment doubly pleasant. It only took a few moments work from my lips and tongue before he was hard, ready. I let his cock slip from my lips, kissing the end of it, and stood.
“That will do nicely, baby. Now think sexy thoughts, and keep that lovely weapon ready.”
I gave his rock-hard erection a quick squeeze and led him out, clasping his erection lightly between my fingers. At Jean’s bedroom door I paused, and knocked lightly. The response was immediate. “Come on in, folks.”
I opened the door and we went in, to be greeted by the sight of Jean and Claire standing waiting, smiling, naked. Ooh! Nice body, Claire, Tom’s just gonna love fucking you. Jean saw what I was holding and held out both hands to Tom, smiling, fighting a laugh, I think.
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