Our son was home from college. He had finally graduated and was leaving in two weeks for a new job and a new life. I asked my husband to take a few days off from work so the family could spend some time together. “I’ll see him at night,” was my husband’s reply. He was such an a** these days. Our son would be moving hundreds of miles away from us and we wouldn’t be seeing him that much from now on. My husband only thought about himself and his precious career lately. The second day that my son was home, I told him I was going out to get groceries. I got in my car and headed off. I was down the road maybe ten minutes, when I remembered that I forgot my coupons. I never shop without those coupons so I pulled over and turned the car around. I got back home and went into the house. I didn’t see my son so I walked down the hallway toward the bedrooms. I had left the coupons on my bed. As I walked past my son’s bedroom I saw the door was open. I turned and looked in and there he was. He was naked on his bed and he was stroking his c***. I only paused for a few seconds but he saw me. “I’m sorry,” I said and walked back to get the coupons. I got the coupon pouch and I quickly walked back out of the house. My mind was in such a blur. My son’s c*** was so long and thick from the brief time I looked in. I did my shopping and on the way home I took my hand and reached inside my pants. I was so worked up I had to touch myself. I knew it was so wrong to have those kind of thoughts, but s** with my husband had been nonexistent lately. I got back home and I was in the kitchen putting away the groceries. I saw that my son was sitting on the back deck. When he heard me he walked inside the house. “I’m sorry Mom, I should have closed the door,” he said to me. “It’s okay honey, I shouldn’t be staring into your bedroom.” He put his hand on my back and started to rub me. All I could think of right then was my son’s c***. I turned to face him. We looked at each other and then he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I thought I was about to melt right then. I should have told him no, but I didn’t. Before I knew it, he had pulled me tightly into his body. My son was tall, nearly six foot four inches in height. He towered over me. I felt his tongue probing my mouth. Like some young girl, I opened for him. It all went crazy from there. He was pulling my top off and his hands went to my breasts. He managed to get my bra off revealing my firm c-cup t*** to him. He lowered his face and started to s*** on my already hard n******. I should have stopped it right there, but I let him do whatever he wanted. He worked his hands to my waist and he got my pants and p****** down. My son stood back and then shed his clothing. He was practically hard before me. All I could think of right then was that I needed him. I craved his c***. He led me back to his bed and I got on my back. He parted my legs and he lowered his face to my p****. I let out a long moan as I felt his tongue working up and down my wet slit. I took my hands and placed them on the back of his head. I didn’t want him to stop ever. My son made me so wet as I felt the tip of his tongue working my c***. I had some small orgasms as he licked up and down my opening. He stopped after a few minutes of this and looked up at my face and said, “I need you Mom.”

I could have ended it right there but I didn’t. I soon felt him positioning the head of his c*** at my opening. I held my breath as he pushed his thick c*** into my p****. My son was so much bigger than his father. I hadn’t felt this h**** in such a long time. I watched as he began to pump his c*** into me. I took my legs and wrapped them around his his a**. Then the f****** began. At first all I heard was the slapping of balls hitting my a**. I knew he was forcing every inch of his pole into my body. I heard myself yelling, “F*** me, f*** me harder!” My son looked at my face. He took my legs and he pushed them back to my chest. He stretched his body out and he fed me every inch that he possessed. I wanted to be used that morning and that is what my son did. I don’t remember ever being stretched by a c*** like that before. My son was inside my p**** and He was hitting spots that I didn’t even know existed. I finally let out a scream and I squirted. I had never done that before but he had me so worked up. He kept sliding into me and I squirted my juices again. This was no five minute f*** like I would get from my husband. My son used me for well over a half hour. There was a point where my p**** almost felt raw. I didn’t need anyone but my son right then. I didn’t care if my husband ever took me again. I only wanted my son. I felt him tense up eventually. He went faster, slamming into my tender p****. Then I felt it. It was his hot c** shooting into my p****. It squeezed his c*** as his c** came pouring into my body. I wanted his sperm, I had to have it. He just seemed to have an endless amount of it to give me. When he finally stopped I felt totally spent. My son just looked down at me as he held his c*** deep in my p****. I was having all these small, intense orgasms as he kept his semi-hard c*** in me. “I love you Mom,” he told me. All I could think of was that we had gone down a road and we could never go back to the way things were. When he did pull out, I weakly got to my feet and went to the bathroom to clean up. When I returned he was on his back. I was looking at his c*** and he was erect once more. I didn’t think I could take anymore but I had to try. I climbed on top of my son and took hold of his c** stained c***. I licked him clean before I lay on my back again and he fed me his c*** once more. I have to say it hurt some, even though I still had some of my son’s c** inside me for lubrication. He went slow at first. He brought his a** up as he pushed that big c*** into me. I could feel his hands on my bottom as he gripped my a** cheeks. My t*** were bobbing up and down while I was getting every hard inch of my son into my aching p****. I do remember screaming as he pumped into me. The feelings were so intense now. I didn’t think I could c** again but I proved myself wrong. More c** fired into my body, but it wasn’t like the first time around. All I could think of was that I was my son’s mom with benefits. I craved all his sperm inside me. We finally ended our l********* and he pulled out. We finished as my son sucked my hard n****** one more time. The rest of the day was uneventful. My husband did finally make it home, but our son and I were subdued. Thankfully my husband didn’t want s** that night. I certainly wasn’t up for that. My son was only going to be home for two weeks before he started his new job and moved away. We spent as much time as we could in bed together. He fucked me in every position we could think of. Right before he left I let him slide his c*** into my a**. I was never big on a***, but I wanted to feel my son’s c*** in my tightest hole. God, did I scream when he finally got all the way into my bottom. He went so slow and I gripped him hard. When he did c** in me, my whole body shook uncontrollably as he filled my a**. Tomorrow he leaves for his new life. His father wouldn’t be along to see his son off. He will be too busy at work. That was just fine with me. My son and I plan to make love one last time and then I will see him off. I don’t know how I will hold up without his c*** inside me. I do know that I will need to come up with a plan so we can get together on a somewhat regular basis.