I said to my son, “Come to my room in ten minutes.” After nine minutes I could hear him on the other side of my door. He knocked, and then he opened the door. He immediately went between my legs and took me in his mouth. I let out an, “Oh!” as much in surprise as in pleasure. I opened my legs wider and he licked my c*** and I responded with hip gyrations that made it difficult for him to continue, but he kept going. He sucked my c*** into his mouth and massaged it with it his tongue. I lasted only a few minutes and I heard myself come with a long high-pitched howl, which I didn’t think was coming from me until I was almost done. It sounded more like a distant siren or an animal in the woods. I held his head and just repeated, “Oh God, oh God…” I was breathing hard and saying something like “Too much…too sensitive.” Still, he kept me in his mouth and flicked at my button and then licked the length of my lips and hood until I settled into regular moans. My son had made me come until I was exhausted and in his arms. When I recovered, I said, “Nobody ever did that for me. I mean none of the men I’ve been with was more concerned with my pleasure than with his own. You could have done whatever you wanted, and you wanted to make feel good.” I kissed him with the force of my desire. When we broke the kiss, my son started to reach for the condom he had brought. I said, “It’s okay baby, I’m on birth control.” He could hardly get his pants off fast enough as the thought that my son was going to be in my p****, flesh to flesh, careened around in my head.
He kissed me and drove his thick c*** in and out of me. When he put his finger on my c***, I moaned loudly. He went in deep and it felt complete when he was up tight against me. He said, “Being inside your p**** is even better than I thought it would be.” I opened my eyes and smiled as I moved with his thrusts. His big c*** massaged my p**** and each stroke brought separate pleasurable sensations. My excitement was heightened because it was my son that was stroking me; s** had never felt better. He pushed into me until he was all the way inside. I pushed back and said, “Yes,” to every thrust. He reached down and took a breast in his hand. It filled his hand as he fondled it and pulled on the n*****. I could feel it in my p**** as he tugged it. He said he loved my t*** and I was glad they brought him pleasure. He slowed us both down with long measured insertions as he told me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me. I couldn’t wait to finish and at the same time, I hoped it would never end. When his pace 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 and I said, “Honey…honey…honey…” I knew I was about to come. My eyes closed tight as the first cord of his c** fired from him deep into me. I was hearing my own howling sounds and my son was coming as if it would never end. Finally we slowed and the thought that my son was filling my p**** with his sperm registered. It felt almost as good to know it as to do it. 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 his c** 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; I was at peace.
