How I seduced my son, My name is Sharon. The following story is more of a written recount of how I came to seduce my son, Jake. At 37 I was a fit mother of two. My husband Chuck was an accountant for one of the big 4 firms and with his long hours I rarely got to see him beyond the breakfast table. This had been the case for a few years however, and I had grown accustomed to the lifestyle. My son was in high school, and my daughter had moved out, which left me home for hours at a time with little to do except work out and keep up with the household chores. My sex life at the time was a thing of the past, and outside of the occasional masturbation while I was home alone, I didn’t get any action. I believed that I was fine with this though. My kids were happy, my husband was happy that we had money, and I was happy that everyone else was happy.
I have a son named Jake and a daughter named Jennifer. Jennifer was 21 and no longer lived at home at the time (I think I mentioned this), and in case it evaded notice, I had her when I was only 16. Let’s just say I was an “active” teenager, and that Chuck and I had been together for a long time. My son Jake was still living at home. He was an 18 year old senior in high school. I don’t think my son really fits into any particular category; he’s a smart, athletic boy who has no trouble getting girls. I suppose if I had to place him now he would be a jock.
I guess it’s important for me to describe our figures. I think an accurate image is essential when reading another person’s recollection. I was very serious about my physique. Without an active sex life I really had nobody to turn to for confidence except my own reflection. I was a fair woman with long, black hair. I have a tattoo of a red rose behind my left shoulder, which I to this day enjoy showing off with a spaghetti strap shirt or the occasional sundress (I had this touched up!). I’ve always been tall for a woman, 5 feet and 10 inches at 150 pounds. Mind you I’m mostly muscle, so don’t let weight contribute too much to your imagination. I put great effort into keeping my ass nice and round, and with a natural D cup I never really saw fit to complain about my image. My son had become a handsome young man, he reminded me so much of his father when we were in high school, if not a little more fit. He had thick brown hair and a certain intensity most of the time that must have made the girls at school swoon. He was 6 feet and 3 inches tall with a lean, muscled build that any young man should be proud of. I always thought his coaches were too hard on him, but he seemed to enjoy the discipline. Even then I had to admit he was an eye full… sometimes I would sneak peeks at him coming out of the bathroom to see his six pack. I won’t go into detail with what my daughter looked like as she won’t really be relative in this particular story. My husband was a stocky man at 39 years old with the same brown hair as our son save for the few grays. I still found him an attractive man, but I really haven’t had much flare for him since before we had Jake.
I think this is a sufficient enough introduction, and with that aside, my story starts in early august, not long after the start of school.
The sweltering heat of a dying summer still clung on and even with the air conditioning it was usually warm in the house. I only convey this detail to remind you how normal it is to dress a little more… freely.
7:00 AM. The alarm clock went off with a blaring flurry of beeping and my eyes flashed open. After several years I really had no trouble waking up in the mornings, and it surely helped that I followed a fitness regimen that varied with the month of the year. I hit the snooze button on the alarm. Chuck was still snoring beside me as I crawled out of bed, slipping on my favorite silk black robe and a making my way toward the kitchen. I had 30 minutes to whip up a pot of coffee for chuck and something to eat for he and my son, who I would surely have to drag out of bed as I had for the past week. The summer seemed to have made him a heavy sleeper.
With the coffee pot full and plenty of scrambled eggs and bacon to go around I headed back up the stairs. I could hear the shower running in the master bathroom and could only assume that Chuck had gotten tired of hitting the snooze button and thus made his way out of bed. I stopped at my son’s bedroom door and knocked loudly.”Wake up Jake! Breakfast is ready honey.” I yelled. Normally this worked, but as it was a Monday, I couldn’t lie to myself by saying I hadn’t had my doubts. With a sigh I knocked loudly once again, repeating my honest claim even louder. No answer. “That boy..” I mumbled, shaking my head and opening the door.
What I saw I can honestly share with you was the beginning of a terribly dark fantasy that I would not have ever imagined myself considering. There lay my son on his back, sprawled blanket-less across his bed, his cheek against his pillow, in a deep slumber. I gasped softly, a little embarrassed to the noteworthy fact that he was naked. Now I knew he slept in the nude, but I hadn’t witnessed him in this particular… light. You see, to his left lay a magazine, and I hardly need to specify its type. His right hand lay limply against his inner thigh and he was sporting what I’ll tell you was the most impressive morning hard-on I had ever seen. ‘God!’ I thought to myself shamefully ‘It must be at least ten inches long! And so.. thick…’ My heart was pounding in my chest and I swallowed hard as I stared at my own son’s erection with an expression that must have conveyed shameful longing. And those abs! I felt so hot, and for the first time in a very long while I was genuinely horny. I could feel the moisture between my legs. I’ve always been a wet girl, and I knew if I’d stayed any longer it would be trickling down my legs.
Jake stirred suddenly, and in a panic I quickly backed out of his bedroom, closing the door quietly and clearing my throat. I knocked once more, even louder than before, and despite having just been flustered, yelled purposefully “Jake! you wake up right now! you have school!”
An exaggerated yawn followed by my sons tired voice finally responded “I’m up, I’m up! You don’t have to yell!”
“Easy for you to say” I said, “That was three times I had to knock. Now get a move on! Good morning dear” As Chuck had just passed by me, dressed in his work attire and making his way toward the kitchen,
“Morning” he responded groggily, he never was much of a talker before he had his coffee. I followed him down and took my seat across the table. Chuck already had his nose buried in a newspaper and was taking the occasional sip of black coffee as I heard the upstairs shower turn on.
“That kid of ours had better start getting into the habit going to bed earlier. You’d think he would have gotten it out of his system during the summer” I explained conversationally
“Well give the kid a break Sharon, it’s his last year, lord knows with his grades we don’t have much to worry about” he responded
“True enough” I said with something of a smile. Ten minutes passed uneventfully and then Jake came barging into the kitchen, his hair still wet, in a pair of shorts and a white T-shirt. I found it difficult not to stare the bulge at his crotch, but made sure not to let my gaze linger in one spot for too long. ‘What in the hell is wrong with me!’ I thought..
“Mmmm smells awesome mom” he said, sitting between chuck and I and immediately digging into his breakfast.
“Well I need to hit the road, I doubt I’ll be home before ten tonight since it’s quarter end. Be good kid” declared Chuck as he stood up, walking across to me and leaning in to give me my customary kiss, which I returned systematically.
“Sure dad, have a good one” said Jake with a mouth full of egg.
“Bye bye dear, I’ll leave something in the fridge for you to eat when you come home. Have a good day.” I said warmly, Chuck smiled and turned for the door, leaving like always for another day of work. I turned to my son, smiling in defeat at his relentless appetite and saying “You’re going to eat me out of house and home with that appetite”. I’d said it without thinking about the dirty double meaning that it might have implied were my son in the same frame of mind as I was. I’d have liked nothing more than for him to eat me out at this point.. ‘Ugh! Stop it Sharon!’ I scolded myself mentally.
“Won’t have to put up with me much longer!” he laughed as he finished his breakfast, clearly unaware that I had only less than an hour ago seen his huge cock standing at attention. “I better get going mom.”
“Alright you” I responded, “Come straight home from school tonight, I have a chore I need you to help me with” I suddenly decided, and realized I would need to come up with something more concrete after he left.
“Alright, no plans tonight anyways, love ya mom.” he said, standing and grabbing for his book bag. I stood as well, moving toward him and giving him a warm hug, pressing my chest against him purposefully, my cleavage displayed easily at the opening of my robe, which he seemed to notice immediately. After a surprised delay he hugged me back and asked “What’s this for mom?”
“Oh.. Nothing.. You’re just going to be moving on soon.. I’m going to miss you is all.” I said, leaning toward him and pressing my lips to his in a motherly kiss, feeling warm juices leaking from my naked pussy and running slowly down my inner thighs. He seemed a little thunderstruck, but finally managed to respond.
“You know I’ll stay in touch mom, jeez.” he said, waving his hand dismissively, turning, and heading out the front door to head to school.
I should pause here to tell you a little bit about my personality… Jake is my second child, and I had never viewed him in this particular light before. But I tell you this, even when I was younger, when I wanted something, I didn’t stop until I got it. I know myself well enough to know that the moment I try to put it out of my head, I will only want it that much more. I wasn’t sure how yet, but I had already decided I was going to try to seduce my son. If he didn’t show any interest, I wasn’t going to push my luck lest I be viewed by my own flesh and blood as some monster. I was going to try to take it slow, but I knew there was no point in fighting this dark desire. It had just been too long…
…I made my way to the gym that morning, reveling in the attentive stares that seemed to follow me from one fitness machine to another. From the gym I headed to the mall to find something to wear that afternoon when Jake came home… I wanted something seductive, short, but not too whorish. God this was so wrong! Eventually I found the cutest little red dress, a bright color that would look nice with my pale skin and dark hair.
With that done, I went home to start the laundry. I decided I was going to have my son help me get some things out of the attic. I had been meaning to do this, but never seemed to remember to remind Jake, which was, considering my plans, convenient. I planned to give my son an innocent little show tonight.
I found myself checking the blinds every minute or so after 3:30PM as I anxiously awaited Jake’s arrival. He was used to seeing me in dresses, but this one was a tad more low-cut than any of my others, (barely past my ass), showed off an admirable amount of cleavage, and I wasn’t wearing a bra. My breasts were still perky, and I had no doubt that my nipples would be outlined perfectly in the soft, thin cotton.
Finally he pulled into the driveway, and I quickly busied myself in the kitchen with some dishes as I waited for him to come in. My heart was like thunder in my ears as I monotonously cleaned the same dish even as I heard the front door open. I kept up this charade until I heard Jake yell “Mom I’m ho…mm…” and I smiled to myself, knowing he had just walked into the kitchen and lost his voice at the sight of me. I kept my smile as I turned to him.
“Hello honey, how was school?” I asked sweetly. His mouth was slightly agape, and he didn’t respond immediately. I acted as if I didn’t notice the long pause before he responded.
“uh.. good, fine I guess… Yeah. You look nice mom, you and dad going out tonight or something?” he asked.
“Aww, thank you dear, but no. Just something I picked up today. Trying to stay cool. Nothing special, really.” I responded with a smile “You must be hungry. Want momma to whip something up for you?”
Usually I would just let him help himself to the fridge, but knew that a hungry boy doesn’t pass up an opportunity at a work-free meal. “Sounds great. So what did you need help with anyway?” he asked, taking a seat at the table and looking occasionally to my chest. My nipples must have been rock hard, and if the loose fitting dress were to show off any more cleavage, they would have been on display.
“Oh just a couple boxes I’d rather hand you down from the attic than take down one at a time on my own. Is a sandwich alright?”
“Yeah, sounds good mom” he said. With that I turned around, opening the cupboards above the sink where the clean plates were. I had to reach to the top shelf for one, and I felt the already short dress rise up past my ass slightly. I could feel his eyes on me. I doubted he could see the silk red thong I was wearing, but he would certainly have had a sneak peak of my bare ass. I busied myself at the counter, making him a turkey sandwich. When I finished it, I turned to bring it to him with a motherly smile. He seemed to be dripping with sweat at this point, and by now I was dripping as well. I felt the thin fabric covering my pussy damp with my juices and also felt warm liquid very slowly dribbling down my inner thighs on either side. He had scooted his chair in awfully close to the table where he sat. and I imagined that enormous, beautiful boner he must be hiding. I imagined taking it into my mouth and sucking him until his warm cum exploded into my throat as I leaned down to set the plate in front of him, my right breast brushing against his cheek from behind, which caused us both to shiver. I kissed him on the cheek, leaving a red lipstick print, and without a word returned to the dishes. I knew he was watching, so I leaned over the counter enough to let the dress ride up a bit while I worked, just enough to show a bit of flesh from my round ass.
“It must be nice being in your last year. Are you still thinking about a football scholarship?” I asked, simply to break the silence.
“er…. yeah, yeah I think I have a good shot at it ma. I just talked with coach today” he said in a tone that conveyed his obvious nervousness.
“Well good to hear dear. I always knew you would come far… oops” I said with my head turned slightly. In my supposed loss of focus I ‘accidentally’ dropped the wash cloth on the floor. Without pausing I backed up a step, conveniently placing my feet so that the tips of my big toes touched and my heels pointed out so that as bent down to pick it up, my inner thighs would be on display and my ass cheeks would be spread apart. Keeping my legs nice and straight, I bent over slowly and felt the dress ride up over my ass. If he looked close enough he would see my tight little ass hole on the other side of the thong string, and I wondered to myself how well my cunt must be defined by the thin, wet fabric that covered it. I also knew that my legs would be glistening in the kitchen light with my juices. I looked down between my legs as I grabbed the washcloth to see my sons mouth hanging wide open. He was mine, and I knew it as I stood back up and returned innocently to the dishes.
Jake had amazingly finished his sandwich and I the dishes when I turned to him. “Now then, shall we make our way upstairs? Just a couple of boxes and you’re free.”
Jake didn’t immediately answer, but eventually cleared his throat, clearly at a loss for words, then said “Sure mom. I’m just going to let my stomach settle for a minute. You go on up. I’ll be there soon.”
I grinned at him and said “alright baby, you take your time.” with a wink, then headed up the stairs. As soon as I cleared the top step I immediately reached under my dress, pushing my thong aside to massage my clit. I was unusually sensitive on account of my overactive libido and juices were leaking down my legs more freely as I worked myself to a quick orgasm, squirting onto my hand. After this I perversely brought my fingers to my mouth, sucking my own cum from them ruefully at the thought that my own boy had inadvertently caused this first tingling orgasm to spread through me.
I quickly reached down and moved my thong back into place as I heard Jake’s first step onto the stairs and then rushed toward the ladder to the attic. I’d considered going to the restroom first to clean up, but decided against it.. I would let him see my wet mess, let him fantasize about his mother, and let him wonder if I was doing all of these things on purpose… Which of course would have been obvious to an older man.
I climbed the ladder and reached up to the door on the ceiling, opening the entrance to the attic and waving my hand to clear the cloud of dust that it left in its wake. My legs were about shoulder width apart, as wide as I could get them on the ladder, and looked down to yell “Jake, over here dear, I’ll drop them down to you.”
“Alright” he said weakly. He must have been having a difficult time forming words, because all of his responses since the kitchen seemed to resonate with nervous energy. I heard him gasp after he’d reached the bottom of the ladder, and I grinned as I bent forward to grab the first box. I felt the thong tight enough against my crotch to create what must have been a very nice, slimy camel-toe. My top half was in the attic, and my legs were down just below on the second to top step. I turned and looked down at him.
“Here’s the first one dear. It’s not too terrible. I’ll drop it to you.” I said. His mouth was hanging open and there was a little bit of moisture on his nose. I imagined a bit of my cum must have dripped onto his face from my wet legs or the thong while he was waiting. I waited until he seemed to come to his senses enough to catch a box before dropping it to him. He caught it effortlessly. His muscles were so beautiful. Even as he caught the box his arms and shoulders flexed like they were chiseled from stone underneath his T-shirt, and I wanted him even more. He leaned down to set it down as I reached in for another box, bending even further this time to reach it. I took a sharp intake of breath as I felt my wet thong slip in between my lower lips. I’d clearly bent over too far, and while I hadn’t planned to give him THIS much of a show, I blushed happily as I heard him mumbling something similar to “oh my god”. Like a wash cloth wringing out water, my warm juices dripped from the thong’s fabric as it scrunched together into my pussy, and I almost hoped it’d have landed right into his gaping mouth.
‘This game is getting a bit out of hand.’ I thought to myself. How sick was I, seducing my only son? By now I was so far beyond reason though that I didn’t care. I leaned back up and felt the tightness of my thong between my pussy lips loosen slightly, but there was still a bit of a wedgie. I turned to look down at him, smiling sweetly “This is all honey, just the two I suppose.” and dropped it to him. He caught it surprisingly quickly considering the stunned expression he wore, and dropped it onto the other one.
He was as red as a beet, but after a pause he responded impressively “Yeah… yeah any time mom… right.. I better go do.. homework or something.” and turned his back on me to head toward his bedroom.
I took the first two steps down the ladder and hopped gracefully to the floor before reaching under my dress quickly and pulling my thong back into place, soaking my fingers in hot juices in the process. Jake was halfway to his room when I brought my fingers to my lips, sucking them clean, coating my lips with my own cum, then saying huskily “Oh Jake dear…”
Jake stopped abruptly, turning only halfway to me, but enough to look back at me directly… “yeah…?”. It was clear to me that he was hiding his erection. He swallowed nervously as I approached him. I leaned very close to him, pressing my cum coated lips against his in a warm, glossy kiss that I let last only just long enough to abandon innocence before whispering seductively “Thanks again baby..” only inches from his mouth with a string of liquid dangling between mother and son.
He merely stared at me with his mouth gaping for a moment, then closed his lips and curled them in to instinctively lick them clean, to which I shuddered with glee. His eyes fell slowly to my breasts. My nipples were clearly outlined, and I followed his gaze to notice that one of them had managed to set itself free from the dress in my rush to the bottom of the ladder. I took a step back from him and quickly adjusted my dress “Oopsie…” I said serenely with a smile. “Have fun baby.”
I turned from him then, retreating to my bedroom as he retreated to his. We slammed our bedroom doors at the same time, and I collapsed onto my bed, throwing my legs open and reaching down to plunge my fingers into myself. I fingered myself for probably an hour and a half. I had more orgasms than I ever remembered as I moaned my boys name softly, knowing he was in his bedroom masturbating to perverted thoughts of his own mother.
I made supper that night alone, as Jake hadn’t left his bedroom once since my silent seduction. I had changed out of my dress and ruined thong into a clean pair of panties and some daisy duke shorts along with a tank top, but still no bra. This outfit showed as much skin as the dress, so showed off my figure nicely, but not as seductively as the dress I had worn earlier. I didn’t think I should push my luck tonight. It was already 8:00PM and I knew my husband was going to be home after 10. If I tried to get Jake to fuck me we’d be up well past that.
When the casserole I had thrown together was done I yelled up the stairs “Jake, get down here and eat sweetie! I want to have the kitchen cleaned up before your father comes home.”
Jake didn’t respond, but obediently made his way down to the kitchen. He must have been having the same inner battle that I gave up on shortly after I saw his massive erection that morning. He was quiet through much of our meal, giving mostly one word answers and keeping his eyes down as he ate.
“Jake, dear.. is something bothering you sweetheart?” I asked finally after ten minutes of this. He looked up at this question, his gaze lingering at my bra-less tits beneath my tank top for a moment before coming up to catch mine.
“No… I mean… just a lot on my mind mom…” he said, swallowing nervously. “I think I just need to get some sleep.” he said finally. He was such a smart boy.. and so good at avoiding the subject that so obviously haunted him. I stretched a long, smooth leg out under the table, my bare foot rubbing gently against his ankle.
“I understand honey… I have a lot on my mind too..” I said with a lusty undertone with my big toe playfully tracing up his leg under his pajama pants. “Tell you what sweetheart… tomorrow morning I’ll make you your favorite breakfast…” our gazes were locked together as I moved my foot even higher up his leg “You get some sleep sweetheart.” I finished, pulling my foot back and watching him sweat. I gave a loving, motherly smile as he absentmindedly nodded.
He suddenly coughed to clear his throat, then said “I have like four favorite breakfasts mom. You’re a great cook.. anything will be fine.”
“Oh… it will be your favorite baby, trust me.” I said slyly with a wink, and with that he gave me a confused look, then seemed to give up on trying to understand what was going on as he scooted back.
“Right.. well… thanks for supper mom.” he said quickly, clearly in a rush to leave. He stood and turned at the exact same time, allowing me only to catch a brief glimpse at the enormous tent in his pajama pants before he rushed to his bedroom again.
I swallowed hard. My heart was a pounding so hard in my chest that I didn’t know if I should stand right away. I had it all mapped out in my mind. I felt very confident that I had him in my web, as I was no novice at the art of seduction and men were very susceptible. I did feel guilty that this was my own offspring, but it also made me want this all the more. I wouldn’t deny myself this selfish desire. I quickly cleaned the kitchen, leaving a plate in the fridge for Chuck and heading up to bed.
The next morning began the same as the first, except when I walked past the bathroom beside Jake’s bedroom I heard the shower running already. Smiling, I whispered to myself “A little motivation goes a long way I apparently.” at the fact that he didn’t need my help waking up at all. He must have been very curious about breakfast, and I had a naughty little plan. This morning I wore only, and I mean only, a shorter silk black robe, tied tightly at my toned waist, a little bit of blush to subtract a year or two from my middle age, and bright red lipstick. I’d curled my long, silky black hair just enough that it resembled a young Madonna hair-do.
When I reached the kitchen I started a pot of coffee and made some pancakes for Chuck, but not enough for Jake, as I had a different plan for my sexy little man. I was flattered that I didn’t have to wake him up early to ensure he’d beat his father down to the kitchen. When breakfast was done I placed a plate of food and a cup of coffee at Chucks end of the table beside the newspaper, then took a seat at my end. I reached down and stroked my pussy gently. I was already dripping wet. “Mmmmm..” I moaned softly to myself with my eyes closed, thinking about that huge cock I’d seen the morning previous.
Jake made his way down to the kitchen in a pair of shorts. Apparently he hadn’t decided on a shirt yet because his gorgeous body was on display. That or he was actually teasing me… which would be adorable. I couldn’t help but stare at his abs as he walked in. He paused as he entered, staring at me all done up for a moment, then said “M..morning mom.. So what’s for breakfast?”
“Sit down Jake.” I said flatly, pointing to his chair beside me as I heard the upstairs shower in the master bedroom turn on. Jake obeyed me nervously, taking his seat and looking to me confused and without a meal before him. I spoke very softly “Mommy wants to have a talk with you…”, referring to myself as such for the first time since Jake was 9 or 10.
“Um.. alright… what’s wrong mom… did I do something?” he stammered, staring into my dark brown eyes. I stared back into his intensely, silently savoring the gravity of what I was going to do.
He simply stared at me, his expression now showing concern.
I brushed my hand against the table while holding his gaze, sweeping my fork onto the floor. It landed beside my foot. I inconspicuously nudged it with my heel so it slid right beneath my chair and said in a sweet, innocent tone “Oops… I dropped my fork… would you mind getting that for me son…?”
I saw Jake swallow hard, but he nodded slowly and bent down, tossing the tablecloth over his head and crawling under the table. This was a new tablecloth I’d bought the week previous, and I really liked it. It was like one of those fancy restaurant tablecloths you see in the movies that nearly hits the floor and needs to drape over your lap. I smiled to myself evilly, but nervously, and parted my legs slowly, just enough to allow my pussy lips to part a little. My robe fell open completely at the bottom, displaying a tight, clean shaved, soaked, and glistening vagina to my only son… this was the moment of truth, but I was still very confident after the day before. I heard a thud, his head must have hit the top of the table when he’d noticed my wet entrance. I said, shakily “I-I think it’s under my chair dear… you’ll have to move a bit closer.” Then widening my legs a bit more as an invitation.
“R-right..” stuttered Jake, crawling toward me. I felt his shoulder brush against my shin and I reached under the table, brushing my slender fingers through his thick hair to the back of his head.
“Eat your breakfast, baby” I said in a motherly command as I now very gently pulled him toward me until I felt his mouth sink in between my lower lips. I groaned as Jake stuffed his tongue into me, moving it up and down between my slit and twirling about my clit with experience I had not expected. “Mmmm… That’s a good boy…”
Just then I heard Chuck heading down the stairs, and Jake backed away in what I assumed was panic. I held strong to his head, pulling his face back into my cunt and moaned “Finish eating your breakfast like a good son, mommy will handle this.”
“Morning dear” Said Chuck as he entered, sitting routinely in his seat across from his wife, completely unaware that their son was three feet in front of him with his tongue dancing between his mothers legs.
I smiled sweetly and sighed “Mmmm… Morning honey… sleep good?” I asked, my juices flowing freely down Jake’s chin as he fucked me gently with his tongue.
“Yeah, just fine I suppose. Where’s Jake at? I saw his door was open, figured he was down here with you.”
Jake stopped for a moment, but I clasped my fingers into his thick hair and pulled his face a little tighter against my hungry pussy as I responded “He was just down here” my gaze lowering as I said it, “but then he disappeared to eat his breakfast.” I smiled at this witty and honest answer to his question, looking back to my husband, then feeling Jake’s tongue plunge into me and gasping softly.
“Oh… damn kid can’t even sit at breakfast time and eat anymore…” he said absently as he read his newspaper and sipped his coffee.
“Don’t be so hard on him dear. He said he didn’t feel well today… I may keep him home from school. He didn’t look so good.. It may be better if I just took care of him today.”
“You’re too soft on the kid, but with his grades I’m not about to worry about a day out of school.” he said.
“I completely agree.” I said huskily, shuddering as our sons tongue swam around inside of me, then I softly gasped “Oohh..” as something flicked against my clit.. was that..? “Chuck dear, did you know that Jake had a tongue ring? I literally just found out.” I said with a quivering smile…
“That? Yeah I took him to get that when he turned 18.. adolescence I suppose. Anyway, I better head off to work babe.” he said, standing up and walking toward me.
“Mmmm Sure dear!” I said a little too loudly as I felt an orgasm spasm through me, cum spraying into my sons mouth and down his face from my ecstatic entrance.
Chuck gave me an odd look, but seemed to dismiss it and leaned down to kiss me. I kissed him back, routinely as ever, but smiled with a satisfaction I hadn’t had in years. “Have a good day dear, tell Jake to feel better” he said.
“Oh I’ll make sure he feels good before you get home, don’t worry..” I responded in a low tone. Chuck nodded and waved, heading out the front door and leaving for the day.
I pulled the tablecloth up, looking down to my only son and admiring the cum dripping down his chin and over his muscular chest. I grinned at him as he stared up to me in disbelief and I said “What a naughty boy you are, Jake, making mommy cum like that in front of your father. Was breakfast yummy?” I asked with a wink.
“My favorite, mom, just like you said…” responded Jake with a weak smile “So… I’m not going to school today?”
“Oh no, sweetie, certainly not… My son is going to be a momma’s boy today… I’m going to make you feel good just like I told your father… and before the end of the day, you’re going to fuck your mother.” I said simply, never breaking my gaze with his.
“Jesus Christ mom… I can’t believe this is happening. I never thought I would want anyone this bad.” he responded.
I smiled down to him, cocking my head to the side and admiring his handsome, wet face again and saying in a warm, nourishing tone “It won’t be a passing thing sweetheart… I’m going to make you wait all day… I want you to appreciate what mommy is going to do with you. I want it to be the best you’ll ever have…”. With that I reached up from his head slowly, taking the tie about my waist and gently tugging it. The silk bow easily came undone and my robe dropped open. My pale, naked body was completely and purposefully on display for my awestruck son. I then draped the belt around his neck, scooted my chair back, and pulled him with me gently. He did not resist, and we stood together. The bulge in his pants was overwhelmingly large, and I knew it would be difficult not to impale myself on it the moment I saw it. I turned then and, using the belt as a sort of leash, pulled him along with me as I started toward the stairs, swaying my curvy, motherly hips as I walked. He followed obediently as I took him all the way upstairs and into mine and Chucks bedroom like this, shutting the door behind us and then turning to my son, my breasts swaying as I did. I pulled him against me, my tits squishing against his muscular chest.
Mother and son clashed in a deep, slimy kiss whose company included my cum from his breakfast. We held this erotic lip lock as he moved his hands between us to explore my tight body. One hand groped my right breast while the other slid down the front my body, my skin tingling in its wake more and more the lower it went. Rough fingers passed my naval and into the slippery liquids beneath it, gliding down in an arch to my waiting entrance. Powerfully, my son stroked my wet pussy with skilled middle and ring fingers. “Mmmmm” I moaned loudly against his lips as our tongues danced together. I reached down, ripping his shorts open desperately enough to pop off the button and bring the zipper to its base, whimpering as he fingered me. I let go of his shorts, which fell to the ground, and reached up to push him back by his shoulders, looking into his eyes with intense lust before pointing to mine and his father’s bed. “Get those boxers off and lay down mister” I ordered with narrowed eyes. I wasn’t about to lose control now. It took all my will power not to look down at the ten plus inches of meat that would eventually fill me to a point I’d never experienced.
” Yes mother.” Jake responded obediently, quickly dropping his boxers and kicking them aside before moving to and laying back onto his parents bed. I wasted no time in throwing my robe to the floor and then jumping onto him, straddling his waist and laying down against him, my breasts mashing into his chest, kissing him again with a deepness a mother and son should never share. I moaned against his lips as I ground my hot, soaked cunt up and down the length of his huge cock, feeling the shaft glide back and forth against my hungry hole. I whispered against his lips “You want to fuck your mother, don’t you baby?”
“Yes! God yes mom!” he responded desperately as he worked to move the shaft of his huge cock up and down between my spread pussy lips, matching each of my teasing movements. I buried my head in his shoulder, my silky, fragrant hair draped across his face while, with his powerful hands tightly squeezing my muscular glutes, he helped the sinful exchange along almost effortlessly.
“Hmmm…. My baby..!” I moaned against his shoulder, then, pushing myself up by his shoulders, composed myself with great effort to say lustfully “You’ve been a bad boy though, not telling mommy about that tongue ring.. a very bad young man. You don’t get to fuck your mother until she’s had her fill of that little instrument in your mouth…” Then without any warning save for a grin, I shifted my position, lifting myself off of him, turning around completely, then moving to straddle him in the other direction with my knees on either side of his head. I looked down between my dangling breasts, his enormous rod brushing against my hair, and declared mercilessly “twenty more times… twenty times you make your mother orgasm with that tongue of yours, and then you can fill me up with cum.” I then sat back and mounted his face, grinding my pussy back against his mouth blissfully.
I groaned loudly as I felt his tongue, with my assisting weight, plunge deeper into me now than it was able to when he was under the kitchen table. I then turned my head up, my ruby red lips meeting and slightly parting against the head of his rock hard cock immediately and inadvertently. I was surprised again, but in no way unhappy, at how big he was when this happened. I pushed my lips firmly together, but pushed my head forward, relishing every moment as my sons huge penis slid into my mouth tightly. Skillfully, I reached just more than halfway down his long shaft, his cock filling my throat hole as I sucked eagerly, swallowing so that my throat muscles massaged the head before pulling back, muffled moans escaping me all along.
I kept that motion going, sucking my son’s cock into my mouth over and over while he ate away at my eager cunt. His tongue and that wonderful tongue ring twirled about my clit and probed deep into my hole unpredictably, his smooth chin moving up and down against me as I ground my pussy into his face. I’d already cum all over his mouth and chin twice now, convulsing and screaming against his tool each time, and he was surely counting his way toward fucking his mother. I kept it up, sucking skillfully, purposefully, and with absolute joy. Finally, stream after stream of hot white cum exploded into my mouth. My son had stopped progress on my pussy now long enough to let out a muffled groan, thrusting his hips against my face, spurting his seed down deep into my throat hole. I eagerly sucked in every last drop of him.
With a belly full of cum, I let his cock flop from my mouth and ground my widespread pussy down against his mouth desperately “Don’t stop sweetie! Keep it up! Eighteen more honey… You eat mommy so gooood…!” I moaned as he started again. This also seemed to bring him back to square one, for though his cock had softened for a moment, it was hard as a rock again and his tongue was once more working its magic inside of me. “Mmmm.. my baby has so much stamina..” I whispered with a gentle, proud smile.
Hours of this passed. The orgasms, while still intense, were coming more slowly due to thirst and hunger. He had cum in my mouth again three more times, and he only had two more orgasms to give me before I’d give him a break. Just then the phone rang, and I sat up, pressing my ass down onto my son’s face, my pussy lips spreading wide enough now to allow Jake even deeper entry with his pierced tongue as I reached over to answer the phone.
“H..Hello?” I panted against the receiver, trying to stay composed, but grinding my hips as my son continued to work.
“Hey there dear, what’s the matter? You sound out of breath.” responded Chuck’s voice from the other side
“Oh.. Oh God, it’s nothing dear, just doing some.. nngh, chores around the house!” I exclaimed a little too enthusiastically. Jake was being a bad boy, doing extra good while I was talking to his father on the phone, his tongue now easily and repeatedly traveling up and down the length from my tight, bleached asshole all the way between my labia to my clitoris and back… Perhaps the very fact that I was speaking to Chuck while being eaten out by our son made it that much better. I kept bucking my hips against his talented tongue as I listened for my husband’s response.
“Oh alright. Well how’s Jake doing?” he asked.
“Oh god Chuck, he’s doing Soo goood!” I moaned while spraying my nineteenth river of cum into our sons mouth. Listening for Chuck, I looked down to him past my bouncing globes. He was soaked. there was cum everywhere. His chest glistened and the sheets were a mess. I’d never get it cleaned before tonight, but I didn’t care… I would handle it later.
“Well that’s great darling. I was thinking I’d head home a couple of hours early tonight. Maybe the three of us can watch a movie after supper.” he said monotonously, clearly distracted by something at work.
“Oh… well.. that sounds great dear…” I said, disappointed. I slowed my movement against Jake’s face, but his tongue continued to work. In response to my slowed pace, Jake reached around my legs, pulling me against his face powerfully and plunging his tongue all the way up into my cunt, as deep as he could make it go. I moaned loudly into the phone, watching his powerful muscles, shiny with sweat and pussy juice, flex below me as I convulsed in the biggest orgasm I’d ever had, filling my sons mouth with my warm fluids and screaming against the phone “GOD… Jesus Christ.. I need to go Chuck! I’ll see you when you come home!” and I quickly hung up the phone and let the convulsing orgasm take me.
I lifted myself from his face, looking down at him, strings of clear, sticky liquids stretching between his chin and mouth and my satisfied hole “You bad, bad boy! That was a naughty thing to do with your father on the phone. You’ll give us away!”
“Sorry mom!” Jake grinned, but I could tell by his hard cock and the mess we’d made throughout the day that he wasn’t sorry at all. I returned a tired smile.
“Well… It’s done now, so no use dwelling on it.. Your father is coming home early… so we have to take a break for awhile while I make supper. You be patient like the son I’ve raised you to be.” I gave him a tired smile, watching adoringly as hot, clear fluid dripped onto his face from my satisfied cunt. “I have a little plan to keep your father out of our hair… You’re going to fuck your mother tonight, just like I promised. Now go get some water and get cleaned up.”
“Anything you want, mom” Jake said back wistfully, clearly in a state of forbidden lust that I was strangely not ashamed of. I smiled to my messy boy before moving off of him, walking naked to the closet and looking for something to wear, shivering at the cool air against my wet legs…
A few hours had passed. Jake and I had showered separately to avoid temptation and changed into clean clothing. I left the soaking, sweaty mess up in my bed because I didn’t plan on letting Chuck make it up there. If I had supper ready when he got home, he would have no reason to. Jake was wearing a clean pair of shorts and a fresh white T-shirt that was tight enough to show off his well toned body, which I reminded him of as frequently as he commented on how sexy I was. We would kiss occasionally, playfully goofing around like new lovers, but keeping it clean for the time being. I was wearing a skirt and a tank top. I felt so good in my body after being tongue fucked so thoroughly by my son that I couldn’t stop smiling while I made supper. I had to make Jake go to the living room while I worked, as his presence made it hard for me to focus on anything. “Go play your X-Box or something honey, you’re making mommy all wet again and I don’t want your father to notice.” I said, and he obeyed like a good boy.
Supper was ready within an hour. A delicious feast of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and a few other sides not worth mentioning. I had the table set with each plate in its respective place at the table. There was a little something extra in Chucks serving of mashed potatoes that I had eventually told Jake I would be adding. Four prescription sleeping pills ground and stirred in skillfully with butter and garlic.
Chuck came in not long after and made his way to the kitchen where Jake and I sat close together near my side of the table over our food, engaged in a well acted conversation about how sick he had been earlier. “Hey there kid, feeling better I expect?” asked Chuck.
“Definitely dad, mom got me right back up to par…” responded Jake, smiling innocently “Even got some homework done.”
“That a boy. What was all that commotion about on the phone earlier Sharon? Sounded like you were struggling or something.” he asked as he seated himself at his end of the table, starting in at his food immediately.
“Oh, I was moving the fridge out so I could clean behind it. I would have had Jake help me, but he was asleep, and I wanted him to rest. I’m sorry I had to let you go so abruptly” I responded slyly.
“Ah, gotcha. You’re way too stubborn sometimes Sharon. I could have done that in the morning.” he said, stuffing a large spoon full of mashed potatoes into his mouth.
I ate with my left hand and reached under the table toward Jake with my right, grabbing onto his wrist and pulling his hand between my legs. I looked directly at him and he stared back wide eyed as I brought his fingers to my naked vagina, then I looked to Chuck and said conversationally “So how was work, dear?”
Chuck yawned as he ate a leg of chicken and shrugged slightly before responding “Pretty good I suppose. Quarter end is over. Most everything is squared away now.”
I sighed softly as two of my sons strong fingers moved in and out of my once more soaked opening. “Mmm.. good to hear darling… soo good.. I picked us out a movie.” I responded, reaching over to slip my hand up our son’s shorts to massage his giant rod.
“Oh… good..” said chuck tiredly “Think I might make my way to the chair then. Not sure if I’ll make it through the whole thing. Glad to see your feeling better Jake.”
“Thanks dad” said Jake as he spread the two fingers he had in my cunt apart, pushing them against my inner walls and forcing a soft whimper to escape me as he said “I may pass out too after this movie.”
“Not before taking your medicine you won’t, mister” I said, squeezing his erection gently, catching his gaze with mine and smiling evilly. I removed my hand from his shorts and backed my chair away from the table, feeling his fingers slip from inside of me. He brought his fingers up and put them into his mouth, sucking my juices from them.
“Tastes awesome mom… thanks for supper” said Jake playfully with a wink.
“Oh that’s just one of many sweetheart. Let’s go see that movie, shall we? I’ll pick all of this up later.” I said, suddenly aware that in my sexual excitement I was letting the house fall apart.
I was the first into the living room, taking a seat on the couch and crossing my legs gingerly before grabbing for the remote. Chuck followed me soon after, tiredly slumping down into his chair beside the couch and leaning his head back. I reached for the blanket that I usually cozy up in to watch movies with as Jake entered. I turned to him with a smile and gently patted the couch beside me to beckon him over.
Obediently, he came and sat beside me. I threw the blanket over us, snapped open the buttons on the side of my skirt to remove it, and immediately grabbing his hand, placing it between my legs again. I started the movie while my son continued to play with my pussy.
I looked over to Chuck, his head had rolled to the side and he was fast asleep, just like I’d planned. These were pills I was prescribed to take sparingly when I had bad insomnia. Nothing could wake him, and I knew it. I looked to Jake, grinning and edging closer to him, then reaching under the blanket and working to free that monster cock from his shorts as our lips locked in a very non mother and son sort of way. Our tongues danced together for a few moments and I broke it only to desperately rip off my tank-top, tossing it carelessly on top of Chuck’s lap, then eagerly tearing off my son’s shirt and treating it likewise before moving back in to kiss our son with my bare chest pressed up against him.
Jake reached up, playing with a hand full of his mother’s breast as we made out on the couch while fingering my pussy diligently. I broke the kiss as I moved to straddle his waist. The anticipation was intoxicating and overwhelming. He moved his hands to rest gently on my legs now and we both stared down between us in silence and awe. His erection was standing at full, glorious attention and pointed directly at the very hole that he was born from. The heat between my legs was maddening, and every few seconds my soaked cunt would drip my fluids onto my child’s twitching member. With my hands resting on his muscular shoulders, I lowered myself ever so slowly, just enough to feel the head of his enormous penis easily spread my drenched pussy lips apart wide. We both groaned loudly, but didn’t stop staring at the spectacle between us. It was a moment that I can’t put into words… And we savored it. My son didn’t rush things at all, whether because he felt like I felt, because he was in shock, or because he was afraid he would cum. We simply watched together, bonding as mother and son, while hot liquid trickled down along the shaft of his cock from where its head hid within the folds of his mother’s labia. I thought I would come right then and there, and that he might do the same. Finally, when I couldn’t stand it anymore, I closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around his neck, buried my head in his shoulder, and lowered myself further down onto my son’s lubricated, monster cock. “NNnnngh!” I groaned, muffled, into his muscular shoulder where I now bit. His breathing was labored, and I assumed he must be tortured by the anticipation, but he waited like a good boy. Again I waited, adjusting to sensation of having so much solid flesh inside of such a tight space. At last my lust overshadowed my fear for pain and I gave myself to gravity, crying out in crazed bliss as I bottomed out onto my son’s giant, throbbing erection. The orgasm I had at that moment was life changing. I convulsed uncontrollably on my Jake’s lap, ejaculating violently around the base of his cock. My juices drenched his balls and stomach and I just moaned and twitched for awhile even though we weren’t even moving. My cunt hole had never, ever been so thoroughly stuffed.
I turned my soft lips to his ear and, with my voice husky and shaking, whispered “Fuck me, son. Fuck your mother like a good boy…” His breath was shaking as I continued, a bit louder and more desperately “… Like a whore, sweetheart… Fuck your mother like she’s your whore!”
To this Jake lost control. He pushed me onto my back so my head rested on Chucks lap and my back lay like a bridge between chucks chair and the couch.
“That’s my boy!” I cried, then wrapped my legs around our son as he moved into position with his cock buried so unbelievably deep in my wet hole, his knees on the couch and my thighs easily suspended in the air by his strong hands.
My slippery wetness dripped from the base of his cock. Slowly, so slowly, with my son in complete control, he pulled his huge, thick penis halfway out of my hungry cunt. I whimpered as I looked up at my sleeping husband, massaging my breasts greedily, pushing them together as our boy grunted and thrust himself back into my depths, pulling me against him even as he plowed forward. I screamed in ecstasy from Chuck’s lap while our son’s cock penetrated me more deeply now than his ever had.. then he somehow pushed it in further “Oh God! You’re SO big baby, fill mommy up good!” I pleaded to him.
Our son held me in the air easily, his cock resting deep inside of me as he stared down at me lustfully. Then I moved my hips, moaning aloud at the amazing feeling of having my soaked pussy stretched so wide by my own kid. Jake pulled back slowly again, waiting there, savoring. I looked at him with a mixture of matronly discipline and lust in my eyes “You put that back inside of me young man!” I demanded, but I barely got the order out as he pumped it back into me hard. Finally he started to fuck me, and I won’t lie, the whole experience was like one long, endless orgasm. I moaned loudly with every thrust, bucking my hips against my sons as he pounded his cock into me like a jackhammer, as if it were sinking in deeper every time I cried out. “God, Oh GOD son that’s it. Good job baby, good boy.. Fuck mommy gooood…! oh GOD you fuck your mother so much better than your dad does..! Ooooohhh Gooodddd!!”
He pounded his erection into my ravaged cunt for a long time, his balls slapping against my ass repeatedly. The sloppy sound of a tight and totally drenched hole being squished full repeatedly could be heard amongst my moaning and his grunting. I screamed in ecstasy on my husband’s lap as Jake filled me up with his cock over and over, forcing multiple orgasms to spray around the monster inside me again and again. Chucks leg moved back and forth with each thrust from our son, and it made it feel SO much better. Jake grunted and pulled out suddenly, grabbing me by my waist and flipping me effortlessly onto my stomach. I squealed and giggled as I reached out to catch myself on the floor, my head beside my husband’s knee, and screamed aloud as I felt Jake’s massive cock drive into my steaming wet cunt again from behind. I let myself collapse down onto my elbows, my head resting between my hands on the floor and my knees spread apart up on the couch still, my ass up in the air while my son repeatedly fucked his cock downward into me, grunting with each virile thrust. “Oh my GOD Jake, you’re so GOOD to mommy!” I screamed, to which he thrust his thick meat into me even harder “Oooohh Sonnnn!!!” I yelled as yet another orgasm sprayed upward out of my pussy, coating his cock in even more of his mothers juices. “Ooooh.. Such.. nngh.. oh GOD.. a GOOD BOY!!” I screamed “Cum inside me baby! Fill mommy with your hot cum! I want to feel my baby’s hot cummmm!” I yelled with my eyes closed tight, sweat dripping from both of us. I had NEVER been so thoroughly fucked in my life!
Jake gripped my hips tightly with large hands, pulling my body up every time he pounded his cock down into me. Sex shouldn’t even be allowed to be as good as this was! Then suddenly his grip became tighter and he pulled me up against his cock with all of his might once with a grunt, to which I moaned loudly, then twice with a more desperate grunt, then, wrapping one of his arms around my waist and tugging upward, a third time, holding me tightly against him with his young, monstrous cock buried to its hilt inside of his mother. With a primal growl, stream after stream of cum exploded into my womb. I screamed so loud that the neighbors might have heard it, biting the pant leg of my sound asleep husband as our son’s hot, thick cum flowed into my cunt like a waterfall “OH GODDD THAT’S IT BABY!!” I screamed, grinding my hips and squeezing my pussy muscles tight around Jake’s cock, milking my baby of every last drop of cum possible, trembling with orgasm all the while, before collapsing onto the floor exhausted with my legs sprawled up onto the couch. Jake fell back against the cushions, his giant penis flopping out of my abused cunt hole. A waterfall of hot, white cum spilled out onto the couch in front of him as we lay there in defeat. I gasped for air on the floor, saying in rasping breaths “Such… a.. good…son.. Jesus…” and looking back to him.
“God mom… that was the best sex I’ve ever had… I can’t believe this just happened!” said Jake, also out of breath as he watched his cum bubble out of his mother’s cunt and run down her leg to the couch like a white river.
I smiled up to him and stated greedily “This… is your new chore. I want you to fuck your mother like this every day after school before homework and the gym. Oh, and I will, from this day forward, be a part of your breakfast..”