Linda’s discovery – part 2b

Mark had a magnificent body and it was all that I could do to keep from simply bending over the bed and beg him to fuck me. Of course I had seen him in his boxers of swim trunks hundreds of times, but there was no comparison to seeing my son in all his glory with his beautiful cock sticking straight out. He naturally has little hair on his chest and his pubic hair was closely trimmed. His dick was actually bigger than I had imagined, but not the largest that I had ever encountered. When I finally tore my eyes away from his dripping cock and looked back up at Mark, he was smiling at me. I suppose that meant that whatever image he had jerked off to in his head wasn’t far off from seeing me naked now. Oddly, I felt no embarrassment. In fact, I only felt lust for my own son at the moment. I threw my arms around him again and we kissed as two lovers do once again – this time, however, both of us could feel our naked bodies pressed against each other. The only sound in the room was the moans and gasps coming from each of us and there was already a strong scent of sex in the air. I was on fire.

I told him get the panties that I had given him at the restaurant and get on the bed. I pulled the covers back and we both lay next to each other.

“I think you said something about showing me what I have been listening to for a while now,” I said as my hands cupped my right breast and pulled on the nipple.

He smiled and took the panties and held them to his face. I let my eyes wander over his body again and focused again on his cock.

It was, of course, as hard as a rock. It pointed up but curved back toward his stomach and I could see that there was a small string of semen connecting the tip of his cock to his stomach as he lay there on his back. I could see the veins in his cock were bulging as well. Poor baby, I knew it wouldn’t take him long to cum.

As I was admiring his cock his right hand grasped it and he began to slowly stroke it back and forth, causing some of the liquid to ooze out making the string of semen a little larger. My eyes traveled back up and I could see Mark looking at my tits as I squeezed one of my nipples and the crotch of the panties pressed against his nose. I then saw his tongue snake out and lick the crotch and I heard him moan.

“God baby, that is to fucking hot,” I half said, half groaned. My right hand moved from my nipple to my clit and I started to run a small circle around it… moving it back and forth. I was already so wet that I didn’t need to dip my finger in and lubricate it. It felt slimy and wet and very hard.

When I moved my hand down, Mark’s eyes followed and I heard him groan and then close his eyes for just a second. Quickly they were back on my hand as we both pleasured ourselves in front of one another.

“Is this what you wanted to see baby?” I whispered. “Is this what you pictured I was doing when we talk on the phone? When I am playing with my pussy talking to my baby? This is exactly where I am most of the time when we chat like this. Lying on the bed, fingering my wet pussy thinking about my son jerking off with my panties around his cock.”

With that, Mark moved the panties from his face to his cock and wrapped them around himself. Then he resumed his slow, steady strokes, trying desperately to prolong the moment that he would cum.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry,” I said. “I should have been more considerate. I know you were enjoying tasting mommy’s juices on her panties and now I asked you to wrap them around your big hard dick so I could watch my favorite fantasy. Here, let me help you.”

I took my finger and plunged it in my soaking pussy and pulled it out, offering it to Mark. He opened his mouth like a baby being fed and sucked in my finger. I could feel his tongue swirling around my finger while he licked every bit of juice that I was able to deliver.

“Mmmm, I think my son likes tasting his mommy,” I said as seductively as I could. “Here, let me help you again.”

This time I got two fingers wet (I was absolutely dripping) and pushed them back toward his face. This time, however, I followed my fingers and as he opened his mouth to take my fingers in, I kissed him and put the fingers between our battling tongues. We both sucked and licked on the juices offered by my fingers. In addition, I could feel my nipples brush against Mark’s chest and arms as I leaned in to follow. Apparently Mark could feel it too as I felt the pace of his stroking pick up.

“Mark, I’m about to cum,” I panted rolling onto my back again, my fingers furiously rubbing my clit. I grabbed my nipple with my other hand and began to pull and twist it. Mark watched with rapt attention.

My breathing quickened and I could feel myself flush on my chest and my neck. I knew it was just a matter of seconds now.

“Cum on me baby. Roll over and cum on mommy.”

Mark scrambled and straddled me. As I was nearing my orgasm I looked down to see him stroking his dick with my panties still wrapped around it. I tried to keep watching but the orgasm was too powerful. I closed my eyes and felt myself cum while my son was watching me. I came in wave after wave.

I heard Mark grunt and felt the first splatter of his cum on my tits, followed by another that landed on my cheek, then another to my forehead and on my lips. I quickly opened my mouth and licked it off my lips, tasting my own son’s juices. Then another, this time landing again on my open mouth and I quickly gobbled that up as well.

I could feel another orgasm coming over me and I threw my head back and came again uttering a low guttural sound that I don’t remember ever making before. It seemed so primal.

Mark finally slumped and fell over on his back next to me, both of us panting like we had been running a race.

“Wow,” I heard him gasp.

I smiled and rolled toward him, our hot, sweaty bodies cuddling each other. “I know,” I whispered… “Wow.”

As we cuddled and both of us began to return to a normal breathing pattern, I had only one thought running through my head, “I’m going to fuck my own son.”

I awoke the next morning lying naked next to my son, his dried cum still on my lips and my face. I slipped out of bed and jumped in the shower and, as I felt the water from the shower head rain all over my body, the memory of the previous night’s events came flooding back to me. I didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed. Rather, I felt somewhat invigorated. I had stripped naked in front of my son, kissed him as if he was the love of my life, and watched as he masturbated with the panties that I had handed him in the restaurant. I took a small amount of pride in the fact that I had been able to control myself enough to keep from fucking him – although I knew that it was just a matter of time before that would happen… and I welcomed it. He appeared to be just as taken with looking at my naked body as I was with his and I knew that now we wouldn’t be able to stop ourselves from doing any more than kissing and watching each other cum.

I turned off the water and toweled off. I reached for the lotion that I kept under the sink and rubbed it on my skin. This was my morning routine that I had executed thousands of times before, but this morning I paused long enough to look at myself in the mirror and take in my nude body. Mark, if he was awake, wouldn’t be able to see me checking myself out since the angle of the bed and the bathroom door didn’t line up. Not bad for a forty-five year old, I thought. My stomach was still flat and my boobs had just a bit of sag to them, but still held up nicely, I smiled. I turned and looked at my butt. It wasn’t the butt of my teenage years, but, thanks to my yoga workouts and occasional spin classes, I thought it looked better than almost all of the other moms that I knew with college aged kids. I ran my hands over my boobs and my nipples immediately got hard. They have always been very sensitive, none more so than this morning.

I put on a yellow thong and peeked around the door to see if Mark was awake yet. He was lying on his back with the sheet covering his lower half. I could see the outline of that beautiful cock under the sheet, probably not as hard as last night, I thought, but I smiled to myself thinking that it soon would be.

I toweled off my hair some more until it was only damp and reentered the room. He stirred as I crawled back under the sheets and cuddled next to him. He adjusted himself so that his arm went under my head and I snuggled next to him, feeling my nipples graze against his side and chest. I put my head on his shoulder.

“Morning lover,” I said softly.

He smiled and looked over with sleepy eyes and kissed me on the lips.

“Hi gorgeous,” he said hoarsely. “Was that a dream last night or did that really happen?”

“I think, maybe, that I am still living out my dream,” I smiled back at him and kissed him again.

With that I moved my hand from his chest down his stomach and, for the first time since I quit giving him baths years ago, reached out and touched his dick. I almost laughed out loud when I felt it seem to stiffen to a rock-like hardness in my hand in about ten seconds. Geez, I thought, this guy is incredible.

“I want you to know how much I love you,” I started, slowly stroking his cock while I was softly talking to my son. “And that I love what we did last night.”

I could hear him almost gasp as he tried to control his breathing.

“But today,” I continued, “I don’t want either one of us to cum using our own hands. I want to taste you, to touch you, and to feel you inside me. And I hope that is what you want as well.”

Mark didn’t answer except to roll over on his side and push his dick into my hand and against my pubic mound while he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. Our tongues battling back and forth and our breathing quickening. I felt his hand move down the small of my back and he cupped almost my entire ass with his big hand. He pulled me tight.

When we finally broke our kiss Mark said “God mom, there isn’t anything in this world that I want more than that.” With that he kissed me again and began to roll over some more so that he was now above me, my hand still wrapped around his hard cock and our hips mashed together. He had pushed up with his arms so that his whole weight wasn’t crushing me as I lay on my back.