A literotic sexstories: Good Intentions Con't by GSpot69 ,
My son caught me masturbating, and I did it for him again. Now I want more..
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“Okay, give me about half an hour.” With that, I headed for the bathroom.
After soaking for a while, my body tingled all over as I slipped into a pair of silk pajamas. I knew they were not nearly as sexy as what I had worn the last time, but I guess I wanted to tease Kyle just a bit. Like before, I was sitting back on the bed when he knocked on the door.
When Kyle entered the room, my eyes were immediately drawn to the lump that still lived in his sweats. Clearly, he was as excited as I was with the prospects of what was about to happen. I told him to have a seat on my bed, and he dropped down in the same position as he had only days before.
I was so hot; I began to softly caress my body without saying a word. My hands danced over the silky material as I teased myself with gentle strokes. My nipples were distended and clearly visible poking through the thin material of my top, and I needed to touch them. Staring into Kyle’s eyes, I grasped my nubbins within my fingers and began to roll them.
Kyle gazed at me intently, soaking in my every move. He had a look of complete adoration on his face, and deep down I had a great desire to please him. I ran my hands to the buttons of my top, and slowly began to undo them, top to bottom. After I had unclasped the last one, I tucked my fingers under the seam, and ran them upwards. Wanting to tease him a bit more, I slid my hands under the material to fondle my breasts, still covered by the fabric.
After caressing myself for a while, I asked, “You want to see, don’t you?”
My son, the man of few words as always, simply nodded. I pushed the pajama top outward and eased it off my shoulders, exposing the twins before Kyle’s hungry eyes. I then pulled it down my arms and set it on the bed beside me. My hands immediately went back to my breasts as I began to rub my hard nipples once more.
His eyes were like a laser beam, pointed directly at my chest. The way Kyle looked at me made me feel so desired, much like I had felt when I teased Diane at work. My body had been in a heightened sexual state for weeks and I was experiencing feelings I never had before. There was a throbbing in my pussy I could no longer ignore and had to address it immediately.
Kyle had been so passive; I wanted to get him more involved. I always liked having a take charge guy, so I pressed him with, “Do you want me to take my bottoms off?”
“Yes.”
“Well, then…you’re going to have to take them off me.” I remained in place, wondering just what he’d do.
Without pause, he scooted up on the bed until he was sitting aside my hip, then leaned over me and grasped my pajama bottoms. With a series of firm tugs, he pulled them down my legs before removing them completely. Kyle had a huge grin on his face as though he was proud of himself, which sent a tingle down my spine.
Feeling hotter than I ever had before, I lifted one leg and set it upon his thigh, so he was now nestled directly between my knees. Sitting the way I was, I realized I was spread wide open before him, as lewd a display as I could ever have imagined. Rather than be embarrassed, I gave into my darkest desires. Very slowly, I dipped two fingers inside my pussy and began to slowly piston them in and out.
As I toyed with myself, I had a deep desire to see Kyle’s cock once more. I gazed down and found his sweatpants mounded up by his stiff flesh. I stared back into his eyes and said, “Take it out for me.”
A coy grin broke out across his face, and he responded, “You want to see me without my pants?”
I gave him back my own sexiest smile, and just nodded my head.
Echoing my own statement from earlier, he stated, “Well, you’re going to have to take them off me.”
I was surprised my son had been so bold, but candidly was thrilled. He seemed to be maturing before my very eyes, and I loved it. He really was going to make a woman happy someday.
I didn’t want to stop touching myself, but reluctantly climbed off the bed and dropped to my knees beside him. He scooted his butt off the bed, and I pulled his sweats down and off his legs. When I looked back up, the tip of his hard cock was no more than a foot from my face. I froze solid as if mesmerized and couldn’t move a muscle. When my lips were finally able to form words, I breathlessly whispered, “Rub it for me.”
I remained rooted in place as I watched Kyle begin to stroke his cock from just inches from my face. I don’t know if I leaned in closer of if he scooted forward, but out of the blue his penis seemed to be so near my mouth I could almost kiss it. Two fingers went back into my sex as I began touching myself in time with Kyle’s strokes. I suddenly realized that if we kept this up, he would cum all over me. I know that thought should have disgusted me, but to the contrary I was so turned on by the idea that I moaned out loud.
My free hand found Kyle’s thigh and I began to stroke it, trying my best to heighten his arousal. I noticed his fist was moving more rapidly, so I knew he was getting close. My toes began to curl and the muscles throughout my body tensed, and I knew I was about to cum as well. Kyle began making grunting sounds; I couldn’t help myself as I leaned forward and took the head of his long cock within my lips.
I sucked it hard for only a few seconds when I felt the first blast of hot cum fire into my mouth. With the very first taste, the realization hit me like a freight train; I was actually sucking my son’s cock. I desperately wanted more and drove my face downward, trying to engulf his entire shaft within my mouth. A millisecond later, my own orgasm overtook me, yet I still tried desperately to gulp down every subsequent shot of Kyle’s salty seed.
After I came, I felt faint and collapsed against him, my head resting on his thigh with his cock still in my mouth. As I fought to regain my breath, I found that I was almost nursing Kyle’s cock between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, unwilling to let it go.
Even after sharing what we already had, I never expected to suck my son’s cock. Sure, I had fantasized about it, but that was only in the darkest recesses of my mind. I had been so sure it could never really happen. Yet sitting there as I was there on my knees before him, my mouth tasting of fresh cum, I felt like a total slut. Suddenly I was wracked with guilt, and ashamed for what I had done. How could a loving mother ever do such a thing?
Standing quickly, I grabbed my robe, and pulled it tightly around me. I was at a complete loss for words, but somehow mumbled, “You should go to bed now.” Kyle looked at me with wide eyes, and tried to speak, but I cut him off before he got a word out with, “I’m tired sweetie, let’s call it a night.” Feeling ashamed, I turned my back as he began collecting his clothes.
After an agonizing twenty seconds or so, I heard a soft, “Night, Mom.”
“Night honey,” I responded weakly, just before I heard the door thump shut.
After the clang of my bedroom door closing reverberated throughout my room, the silence suddenly seemed almost deafening. I was standing there all alone, hugging my terry robe around me tightly. Running through my head over and over was, “Jill, you just sucked your son’s cock.”
I moved to my bed and slipped in under the sheets, and then buried my head under the pillows. My mind was so conflicted I was feeling completely overwhelmed. A huge part of me was mortified by what I had just done, but the other side of me couldn’t ignore the fact that I was as turned on as at any point of my entire life.
As I lay there reviewing the previous few minutes like a highlight reel, I couldn’t help but taste Kyle’s sperm in my mouth. I always loved sucking cock, and the flavor of his seed on my tongue made me shiver all over as it had been ages since I’d gone down on a man. But this just wasn’t any man; it was my own flesh and blood.
I rolled onto my back and couldn’t help but let my hands wander across my body. My fingers slipped between the lapels of robe, and I eased it open. I ran my hands to my breasts and found that my nipples were still rock hard. Rolling them roughly, I could almost picture the way Kyle had been staring at me as I touched myself earlier. He had such adoration in his eyes it made me feel so wonderful all over. As a forty-three-year-old woman, I was afraid that an eighteen year old may find my body unattractive, but that certainly did not appear to not be the case.
I eased my right hand down my tummy until I pressed it between my outspread legs. As expected, my vagina was still soaking wet, and I couldn’t help but diddle it. I couldn’t get the image of Kyle stroking his cock just inches from my face out of my mind as I began to finger myself. Time seemed to go in slow motion as I pictured myself taking it in my mouth, just before he shot his impressive load. I was panting deeply as I came with a rush, greedily running my tongue over the roof of my mouth, desperately trying to recall Kyle’s salty taste.
As I lay there in bed, I couldn’t help but feel bad at how my encounter with Kyle had ended. I was so troubled by what I had done, I forgot to think about his feelings and let him go without barely a word. Knowing it would be uncomfortable, I made up my mind to talk to him about what happened as soon as possible. I suddenly remembered I was scheduled for a double the next day, so I closed my eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.
In the morning I was up and out of the house before Kyle woke for school. My mind was somewhat preoccupied at work, as at every free moment that day I tried to think of just what I might say to him when we spoke. The way things had progressed between us had seemed so natural, I assumed it might not even be a big deal to him, but I couldn’t be sure. I mean, I doubt he had long fantasized about receiving his first ever blow job from his own mother, and I certainly didn’t want to scar him for life.
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