I had finished my shower following my normal morning workout on the treadmill. It was in the middle of planning my son’s birthday and my mind was miles away. I stepped from the shower and reached for the towel when I saw him. Standing in the doorway was my 21 year old son. He was looking at me with those beautiful eyes. Inside my brain a voice was shrieking no, but outwardly, I just looked at his magnificent muscular body. I am a petite lady, 41 years of age, but in excellent physical shape. I work out nearly daily and luckily have a job that allows me to set my own time and even own days. At about 5 foot 3, my C-cup breasts are still firm along with my tummy and b***. I have a husband, although he had, and still has, lost all interest in s***** contact. If I wear seductive clothing, he doesn’t even look up. In bed I reach for his p**** but he rolls over and goes to sleep. In the days and months of sheer frustration, I had taken to regular m***********. Normally it would follow seeing some handsome man on television, or perhaps a particularly s*** scene in some movie. The faceless man was there as my fingers rubbed my c******* to bring on my climax. My son was home from school and was working 5 days per week. It was early July and a nice warm day. I had been working in the yard so I came in and took a leisurely shower. I got in the mood and lay on my bed naked and began to explore my body. As I began rubbing my c******* and v***** I was making out a face of my lover. For some unexpected reason the face became my son’s. He was over me, inside me, touching me and my o***** was the most explosive of my life. It was as if I became detached from my body and a sense of pleasurable darkness surrounded me, almost as if blacking out, as I reached the pinnacle of my o*****. It was the greatest o***** I could remember. Afterward I became worried of having my son as my fictional lover but discarded it as a one time mistake.

A few days later I was once again naked and pursuing my own pleasures with my hands. The face again became my son’s. I tried to shake it out of my mind but it became more pleasurable as I continued working on myself. I was so lost that I didn’t hear my son come home early. I am sure I was making some noise, but the movement is what caught my eye. He was standing in the doorway naked watching me, maybe even leering at my body. I didn’t stop. Shamefully, I kept on m***********. I looked at his face, then down at his manhood standing up proudly. I was so h****, I wanted it inside of me immediately. I threw all caution to the wind; “Make love to me,” I panted looking directly at his deep brown eyes. He moved toward me, his erection was large, much larger than his father’s. He sat on the bed looking at me then moved himself between my outstretched legs and aimed his manhood at my wetness. I was so wet and so wanton that he easily slid into me. There was no foreplay required, no touching, just s***** i**********. He completely filled me, and in only seconds I experienced one of my most memorable orgasms ever. I threw my legs around his thighs and my arms pulled his body tightly against me, crushing myself against him. My son was still hard inside me and still pursuing his own release. Neither of us talked, breathing was difficult and the sounds of s** filled the room. Soon I heard him moan and I could feel his p**** harden even more, then I felt his s**** shooting inside me, against my walls, against my womanhood, and into my second o*****. He stayed atop me as his breathing, and mine, returned to normal. My arms were still around him but I was now splayed beneath him. He raised himself and looked at my face. He smiled, lowered himself to me and kissed me, deeply, open mouthed, his tongue searching and finding mine. “I love you,” he whispered after the kiss. I pulled myself against him again, “And I love you so much. This shouldn’t have happened, but it did and we will talk more about it later. We must get up and get cleaned up. You’re father will be home soon.”