I have been divorced for several months and have been living by myself. I didn’t have a man in my life and I was feeling lonely. My son lived in another city and had his own life. I missed him badly so I called him up and asked if he could spend a few days with me. My son said he would ask at work and try to take some vacation time to see me. A few days passed and I heard back from my son. He would be arriving here for the weekend. I know I shouldn’t be thinking of my son in s***** way but I am embarrassed to say I hadn’t had s** for months. I pulled out my favorite d****. I just rubbed the head across my p**** lips. God, I needed that. I knew I needed a release that night and this was the best I could come up with. I slid the head across my p**** and then finally pushed that c*** inside me. My mind was on my son the whole time. I was working the d**** in and out and I must have gotten loud. I hear the door opening and there stood my son. “I heard loud noises coming from your room,” he said to me. I felt so embarrassed right then. I was naked on my bed with a artificial c*** stuck in my wet p****. I didn’t know what to say. My son walked into my room and then sat down on the edge of the bed. “You don’t need that Mom,” he said with a smile. Then he started to undress before me. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was looking at my son’s hard abdomen and what was even better, his thick c***. He had to be at least seven inches in length and God was he thick. My son joined me on the bed and he pulled my legs apart. I was nearly crazy with desire. I followed his every move as he got in between my thighs and he took his already hard c*** in his hand. He rubbed his hard mushroom head across my folds. I am pretty sure I was crying out. I was very wet as my son pushed that fat c*** into me. That was when I really started to get loud. He started out slow. He was feeding me and stretching my tight hole with his huge prick.”Please honey, I pleaded, f*** me harder.” I wanted my son to use me. Take that hard shaft and bury it inside me up to the hilt. That is pretty much what my son did. He slid his c*** in all the way and then held it there. I think he was torturing me, getting me to the point where I might just explode. It happened somewhat like that. As he fed me his c*** I started to c**, that was something I rarely ever did but I was so excited I couldn’t control my urges any longer. My son lifted my legs up by my ankles. I was even more exposed to his f*** strokes and my son gave it to me hard. I know my ex-husband never made love to me like this. “Please sweetie, go as hard as you can!” I cried out. He was hitting some sensitive spots that nearly sent me through the roof. I do know that sweat was pouring from both our bodies. I am guessing that my son took me for well over an hour. There was no way I could ever tell my son to pull out. I was too far gone for that. I needed to feel my son give me his hot seed. That is just what happened. My son was grunting and I knew he was getting close. He slammed his d*** into me the whole way a couple of last times and then I felt his white cream enter my body. I know I began to shake as his steamy c** flew deep into my p****. I used my muscles to squeeze his c*** tight. I had to get every drop into my crazed p****. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I was full of my son’s love cream and I completely lost count of the orgasms I’d had.
