Found this in a thumb drive. Not sure where I got it but enjoy!
I was totally horny. I couldn’t stand it any longer. My husband, Jim was away on business again and I couldn’t wait another minute, much less another two days. My son, Paul was out on a date, so I was all alone in the house… Alone and frustrated! My pussy wanted attention in the worst way. Since Jim wasn’t around to help the situation, I was just going to have to take matters into my own hands… so to speak.
I wasn’t new to masturbation. Quite the contrary. I loved doing it. It was fun. Some of my girl friends said that they would never do such a thing to themselves. It was too “dykey”. That’s a lot of crap. I like it. It feels good. But I don’t have any desire to mess around with other women. It’s just a personal experience that I enjoy whenever Jim can’t fulfill my needs. (Actually, I think some of my friends really do it, but they’re too chicken to admit it.)
So, there I was… Horny as a girl could be, and the house completely to myself. I was all alone. I was really going to enjoy this. I put some light music on the stereo in the bedroom, turned down the lights, and pulled the corner of the sheets down on my side (the left) of the bed.
Then I went and took a shower. While drying off in the dressing area, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. “Not bad for 35″, I thought. I was in pretty good shape. I looked like I was in my twenties, rather than a tired old mom of 35. Up to now, I had little trouble keeping my 5′-6” frame at a steady 110 pounds. I was especially thankful for the appearance of my breasts. Not huge by some standards (36D), but Jim insisted that their shape and size is perfect for me. I believe him. I’m not really preoccupied with my body. I just take inventory from time to time.
Now it was time for some periodic maintenance. I took my razor from the drawer and made my way into the bathroom. With one leg up on the edge of the toilet, I began to shave the three-day stubble from my hairless cunt. Yes… Hairless! It had been my husband’s idea. Jim loves to eat my pussy more if it’s completely shaven. He told me once that it was because it made me look even younger. I think he’s got a fantasy about fucking little girls, maybe he even does… But I don’t care as long as he brings that big, thick cock of his home to me when he’s finished.
With a splash of my favorite after-bath, I was finished. I made my way back to the bed and hopped in. I put the covers over me, put my arms behind my head and relaxed. (Gee, I just love how the cool, satin sheets feel against my naked body, especially my hairless pussy.) This was always the hardest part. What do I start to think about? How do I get in the mood. I wondered what my husband was doing right now… Fucking some squealing little motel maid senseless, no doubt. Oh, I knew what he got up to on these business trips. How? He told me!… Yep, Jim told me everything. I didn’t mind… In fact, it actually enhanced our sex life. When Jim came home and told me of his sexual ‘indiscretions’… In detail… We normally fucked for hours! So noisily at times, I was certain our son, Paul, could hear us.
I suddenly wondered if Paul masturbated while Jim and I fucked. A vivid image of my son lying back on his bed, cock in hand, fisting it while he listened to Jim fucking the living daylights out of me, flashed into my horny mind. My pussy began to itch with moist arousal. Jesus! What was I doing! I was getting sexually aroused by thinking about my own son! I tried to stop thinking about it, but the image remained. Have you ever tried NOT to think about something? The more you try, the more you can’t stop!
In desperation, I looked frantically around the room for something to distract my lustful incestuous thoughts. I looked to my left and could see myself in the mirrored closet door. I flashed back to when I saw myself in the dressing area mirror and how glad I was about how I looked. I began to wonder what Jim and I looked like when we made love. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I watched the covers rise and roll as I moved my right hand over to my left breast. I cupped it gently. I ran my fingers lightly around the underside and would occasionally push it up in a reassuring grasp. “What does this look like?”, I wondered. I bet Paul would love to see that. STOP IT!, I thought, you’re his mother for crissakes! I rolled onto my left side and continued to look at myself in the mirror. I pulled the covers down until my navel was visible. I looked at how my full breasts formed a deep line in the middle of my chest. My caressing, however gentle, had caused my nipple to shrink and become erect. I liked it. All thoughts of my son had vanished, or rather, been temporarily suppressed… I was feeling good!
I widened my touch to cover my entire left breast. A great tingle shot through my body the first time my nipple was rubbed by the palm of my hand. I began to lightly squeeze my breast, leaving my nipple exposed in the space between my thumb and forefinger. I was beginning to feel the benefits of my caresses in an area other than my breasts. I could feel a dampness beginning to form deep within my groin.
Soon my left nipple was getting a bit too sensitive to my touch. I brought my hand to my mouth and briefly sucked on the index and middle fingers. I returned my hand to my breast and deposited as much saliva as I could directly on my nipple. This certainly helped. I repeated the process with ever increasing frequency. I expanded my attentions to include both breasts.
After a while, I found that my saliva wasn’t helping with the increasing speed and firmness with which I was caressing myself. I needed a thicker, and more slippery, lubricant. I definitely knew where to find one.
Still on my side, I continued to watch in the mirror and uncovered the rest of my body. I started to raise my right leg. I had a perfect view of my pussy. As I my leg rose, I could tell that my wetness had caused the lips of my pussy to stick together. As it went higher and higher, my lips began to open on their own. It was a very erotic sight.
I used my index and ring fingers to spread my cunt lips. I could see my fully exposed clitoris and the opening to my vagina clearly in the mirror. I slowly pushed my middle finger into my cunt. I let out a short gasp. (There is something very unique about the first stroke into a woman’s vagina.) I moved it around and felt every bump of my precious insides. I began to move my finger in and out; knowing that this would cause my body to immediately produce more of the lubricant that I sought. Indeed it did. Soon my hand was coated with the clear fluid. I removed my hand and moved it towards my breast. I was excited with feeling of the warm slippery juices clinging to my fingers. Eagerly, I began to spread the slick lubricant over my nipples. My body reacted instantly. My pussy rushed to make more and my nipples sent shivers the length of my body every time my fingers touched them. Again and again my hand returned to between my legs for the sensuous nectar. Faster and faster I rubbed it all over my breasts. My breathing became faster and heavier. As it evaporated, I could feel my chest becoming more and more sticky. Every time I moved and my breasts would part, I could see my juices clinging to try and maintain contact with both of them. I could now smell the musk that I was so happily spreading on my body.
The mirror was unimportant now. I shut my eyes and laid flat on my back. Both hands were free to bring the wetness from my cunt and place it anywhere I wanted. I used my right hand to caress my breasts and allowed my left to remain between my legs. I inserted my middle and ring fingers into my vagina and rubbed my clitoris with the upper part of my palm. I was in ecstasy! I began to use my right hand to feel what my left was doing to me. As if detached from my body, I wanted it to feel my middle finger move in and out of my vagina. I wanted it to feel how, with each outward stroke, a small amount of my inner flesh would follow my finger out. Faster and faster I moved my fingers inside my body.
I brought my wet right hand up to my nose and took in a deep breath of the sweet magic aroma. I opened my eyes only to briefly look at my slick glistening fingers before they disappeared into my mouth. I licked and sucked feverishly at every digit. It was like I had a great thirst that would never be satisfied. Again and again I wet my hand with my cunt juices and coated my lips and tongue with the special taste. My left hand continued the in and out thrusting of my fingers and the up and down caressing of my clit. My eyes remained riveted shut. I was a million miles away. My orgasm was fast approaching.
“Mom”, is what I heard and it seemed to echo from a great distance. But it was close. Paul had come home early from his date and was standing right next to the bed. My body tensed and instantly froze. My mouth was open and my tongue was between my fingers. My legs were spread eagled on the bed and my exposed pussy was in plain view. Two fingers of my left hand were still buried deep inside my vagina.
After a tenth of a second, that seemed like an eternity, I relaxed again. My passion, momentarily gone, had now returned with full force. When my eyes focused for the first time, I could see that Paul had been there for some time, stroking his cock. He was completely naked. His magnificent young prick was fully erect and standing straight out from his body. The tip of his penis had already begun to ooze its own clear wetness.
There we were… Mother and son… Both naked. Me, totally exposed along one side of the bed, involved in what was up to now, a completely private experience. There was Paul, leaning against the bed, a huge, throbbing erection in his young fist… Obviously excited. Then he spoke again, very softly.
“Don’t stop, Mom. Don’t stop.”
His voice was calm, reassuring, supportive, and gentle. Instantly, my guilt and embarrassment faded, to be replaced by love and rekindled lust for my handsome young son. I sensed he wanted me badly. The way he was looking at me made my pussy tingle with need. I should have put an end to this madness right then and there, but I couldn’t help myself.
I resumed the thrusting of my fingers in my pussy, watching the look on my son’s face. His eyes were wide and gleaming and he was breathing heavily, his gaze fixed on my juicy, hairless cunt-slit. I finished licking the wetness from my fingers and closed my eyes again.
“Oh baby, I shouldn’t be doing this in front of you…”, I heard myself say. “…but I’m sooo horny!”
“Me too, Mom. Me too”, was his reply. “You look so sexy rubbing you pussy that way. Does it feel good?”
“Oh yes… yes”, I said.
I felt a warm drop on my stomach. I opened my eyes and again looked at Paul. He was using his fist to rub his throbbing erection. That, coupled with the sight of what I was doing, was really turning him on. He was so close to the bed, the lubricant from the tip of his penis was beginning to drip onto my body. My pussy gave a twitch at the thought of my own son’s spermy fluid dripping onto my feverish body. I suddenly had the urge to touch his cock.
“Ohhhh, honey, you’re so hard!” I gasped, “Here, let me help you with that.”
I removed my left hand from my pussy. It was completely coated with a slick film of moisture. Threads of the sticky juices stretched from finger to finger as my hand made its way to my son’s crotch. With a confident motion, my hand wrapped around his stiff cock. Quickly, I lubricated the shaft with my wetness. With a firm grip, I began to stroke him. I had never felt so excited in my life!
I revelled in the feeling of every bump and vein as they moved underneath the outer skin of his penis. God, only 16, but his cock was as big as his father’s! I marveled at how the circumcised head would partially disappear into the skin collected at the apex of my stroke. I was delighted every time my actions would cause another drop of his wetness to make its way to my stomach via a long liquid thread.
He watched intently and gasped, “Oh yes… Oh yes… That feels sooo good, Mom!”
I brought my right hand to the small pool of my son’s juices that had formed on my stomach. I played with it and rubbed it ’round and ’round. I coated my fingers with it and then placed them where they would do the most good… In my hot, sticky cunt. Once again, I concentrated on my own pleasures by plunging my fingers back into my overheated little fuckhole. Again and again I collected Paul’s seminal fluid’s to lubricate my thrusting fingers; all the while continuing to fuck my son’s cock with my left hand.
I first sensed it when my hand was near his balls. He was going to come. He didn’t have to tell me, but he did anyway. I ever so slightly pushed his prick towards the lower portion of my body. His cock swelled against my grip. Paul’s head fell back and his back arched sexily, his hips jerking in a fucking motion into my fist as he groaned in orgasm. A long creamy white stream of cum burst from the end of his prick. Most of it landed across my perfectly hairless cunt, as I had hoped. A slender strand of cum ran along my lower abdomen and up to the side of my body. It stopped precisely under my son’s cock. A second spasm from Paul’s body deposited an equal volume of rich, incestuous sperm almost in the same place.
I kept stroking him as again and again his slender young body convulsed. Then his ejaculations diminished. Each new spasm produced less and less cum that was now landing on my arm, closer and closer to its point of origin.
For a woman, at least this woman, the moment of a man’s orgasm is very precious indeed. He is completely vulnerable. He cannot stop or alter the inevitable results. He has no control over his body. All of my actions culminated in this moment. I had caused this to happen. I was in control.
The proof of my success, similar to a rainbow after a storm, is the wondrous sight of a man’s cum spurting from his penis. Some women don’t like it. Some are turned off by the taste, smell, and texture. Some don’t like to see it or feel their lovers come in their mouths. They feel controlled. Not me. I am in control. I can decide when he is to have an orgasm. When a man’s penis is in my hands, or in my mouth, I can determine the exact moment when I will have his cum. It is on my terms.
I almost feel that a man’s cum is actually mine. In this case, the ‘man’ was actually a boy… My own son, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore. All that mattered was that he was male and I was female, with the right equipment to give each other pleasure… And right now that was exactly what both of us needed badly.
The sight of what Paul had done was overwhelming. Huge drops of the white translucent cream slowly dripped down my arm. I was beginning to feel his warm cum drip from my pubic bone and down to my pussy. I released my grip on my son’s cock and used both hands to open myself as wide as I could. We both watched as the thick, pearly flow oozed down over my belly and trickled slowly between the hairless lips of my cunt. Just as it reached my swollen clitoris, it instantly mixed with the wetness already there and quickly raced towards my open cunt, and began to seep inside.
Now it was my turn. I began to rub my pussy with rapidly intensifying movements. I rubbed the sticky combination of my own juices and Paul’s cum all over my clit. Faster and faster I went. My breasts jiggled with every motion. I plunged as many fingers as I could deep into my cunt and fucked them in and out. The depravity of what I was doing only seemed to make me even hotter. I was rubbing my own son’s cum up inside my gaping cunt… Masturbating myself with his sperm while he watched. God, what a turn on!
Again and again I fucked myself. I was so close now. With cum still sliding down my arm, I used my other hand to wildly pump my son’s still oozing cock. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Closer and closer I came.
“Your hand! Give Mommy your hand, baby!”, I managed to gasp. My eyes opened wide and my back arched. I grabbed his left hand and quickly thrust three of his fingers into my cunt that was on the verge of eruption. I held my pussy open and I rubbed my clit as fast as I could.
“Oh Fuck me, Pauly! Fuck me! Fuck Mommy with your fingers, baby!”, I yelled.
As my son slid his stiffened fingers in and out of my cunt, I bucked my hips up off the bed frantically, secretly wishing it was his big, thick teenage cock he was fucking me with. And then I came. My stomach muscles contracted over and over again. Spasm after spasm. Each time, my lungs expanded and quickly collapsed, causing me to emit huge gasps. My head and chest lunged upward over and over again. I could feel my pussy contract over and over again. Each time, I could feel my muscles clench tightly around my son’s still thrusting fingers. Each time, I felt my body just gush more and more of my cum onto his hand. I heard that wet sucking sound made every time his fingers momentarily left my cunt. And then it was over.
I fell back onto the bed and, for an instant, couldn’t move. My eyes were shut tight. My hands rested over Paul’s to keep his fingers in me. Ever so slightly he would move just the tip of a finger and my whole body would instantly jerk once more.
We remained essentially motionless. I could still feel my muscles randomly spasm on his fingers. I looked up at him with loving eyes. My own son had given me the most wonderfully exciting orgasm of my whole life. But his cock was still as hard as a railroad spike… And twice as long! I suddenly had a wanton urge to have that gorgeous young prick slamming deep up inside my tingling twat.
I raised my hands up to my son and motioned him over me. He removed his hand from my cunt, placed himself over me and knelt between my legs. I reached out with both hands and lightly grabbed his still erect cock. I drew it towards my pussy. I let go with one hand and began to collect some cum from my cunt. He gasped as I used my hand to rub my juices all over the shaft of his long, thick shaft.
After it was well lubricated, I drew him closer while I held my pussy open. A drop of his cum still hung from his gorgeous young prick by a slender string. I placed it right on my exposed clit and then began to rub his cock all over my pussy. Then, with a short rapid up and down motion, I used his cock to again separate my cunt lips. I placed the tip just inside my vagina. I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Fuck me, son!”, And slid his cock home.
His young cock completely filled my cunt, and for a moment, we laid there motionless. Paul rested his hairless chest on my tits and supported his weight with his elbows. He kissed me softly on the lips. Lovingly, like he’d always done… Then suddenly his mouth opened and his tongue slithered between my lips, right into my mouth, and he kissed me like no son was ever meant to kiss his mother.
I moaned and kissed him back, sending my own tongue deep into his mouth. He tasted fresh and clean and young… And my pussy creamed at the thought of actually fucking him. Jim would freak out if he could see me now, I thought… This time *I’D* have the erotic story to tell when he got home.
I looked over to his left hand and could see just how strong my orgasm had been. His hand literally dripped. I could smell the special mixture of his cum and my own. It was almost clear and looked like an egg white as it coated his fingers.
I moved my head over to it and licked some onto my tongue. It was delightful. I could easily distinguish our unique tastes. Quickly, I rubbed my tongue over my son’s lips in hopes that he would share this very special moment.
He did… And with a low growl, Paul began to fuck me. We writhed and moaned like animals for what seemed like hours, Paul slamming his cock deep up into my juice-filled cunt, and me hunching my hips up off the bed to receive him. I came three times before my son finally shuddered and emptied his young balls into my hot, clasping pussy.
We fucked like that all weekend long, enjoying each other whenever the urge arose… Which was most of the time! I’d forgotten how quickly and easily a horny young 16-year-old boy can recover!
But the time, Jim returned home, I was walking sperm bank. Except that all the sperm sloshing around in my ass, cunt and belly belonged to my virile young son. Now, I can’t wait until Jim goes away on another of his extended business trips. Neither can Paul!