My son kissed me long and passionately as his tongue caressed mine. His fingers lightly played over the lips of my v***** finally finding their way to my c*** that was quickly engorging. I felt my whole body flush as every part of me became an erogenous zone to his touch. He couldn’t get his pants off fast enough for me as the thought that my son was going to be in my p****, flesh to flesh, careened around in my head. We were both at a fever pitch when his c*** was about to enter me. My heart was beating so loud my son probably heard it. I felt his thick head push through the lips of my v*****. And then he was in me; my son was inside of me. How could anything feel this good? It was as if I had been kept from breathing up to that point. I was so wet, his full size went in without hurting. When he was completely inside me, it was like putting in the last piece of a puzzle. I was full and could feel him stretching the walls of my p****. I savored in the feeling of his steady, deep strokes into me. My p**** held him and massaged him with each thrust he gave me. He was my son and he was loving me. I was his mother, and I was loving him. No, there was nothing wrong about it, I didn’t want him to stop, ever. He kissed me and drove his thick c*** in and out of me. When he put his finger on my c***, I moaned loudly. “Being inside your p**** is even better than I thought it would be,” he groaned. I opened my eyes and smiled as I moved against his thrusts. I said, “I love you baby.” I didn’t have to say it; I knew that he could see in my eyes that nobody would ever take care of him like I would.
His big c*** massaged my p**** and each stroke brought separate pleasurable sensations. My excitement was heightened because it was my son’s c*** that was inside me; s** had never felt better. As he pumped me, I pushed back saying, “Yes,” to each of his thrusts. He reached over taking hold of my t**. It filled his hand as he fondled it and pulled on my n*****. He said he loved my t***. I had always felt they weren’t big enough, so I was glad that they brought him pleasure. I couldn’t wait to finish and at the same time, I hoped it would never end. When his pace increased, it told me he was trying to m***********, I didn’t resist, I let myself go. I opened myself to his loving f******. The faster he drove into my center, the quicker I approached the edge. One final hard push did it and I said, “Oh baby…baby…baby…” I knew I was about to come. The unsaid part was yes baby, come in my p**** as I come on your c***. My eyes closed tight as the first cord of c** fired from him into me and the next volleys weren’t far behind. My son was coming like it would never end. Finally we slowed and the thought that my son was filling my p**** with his sperm registered. I felt more connected to my son than I had felt to any other man. I was sopping wet, inside and out. I was still having orgasmic spasms until he finished releasing into me. It was almost as if he was reading my mind when we were both done and he said, “We’re together now mom, just you and me.” He held me and I was at peace.
