by Christine ©
I guess the best way to begin this story is to tell you about myself. I am 40 years old (absolutely true) and a widow with a nineteen year old son. I started exercising about ten years ago and have been able to maintain my figure. I'm 5' 7" and 135 pounds (well, 140) and have put on a little weight in the last couple of years, which is not all bad as it is distributed well and does include an increase in cup size (B to C). As my breasts were never that big to begin with, I don't have the kind of sag one should expect at 40. I can actually get by without a bra.
My son, Jon, had just turned 19 and was a freshman in the local community college. He is 6'3" inches about 210 pounds and extremely good looking. Well, I think so anyway. We were always close but have gotten a lot closer since his father committed suicide three years ago.
I have dated a few times in the last couple of years but never got even close to any of the men I went out with. As a result I hadn't had any sex for quite awhile. I did get up enough courage to order a dildo from a mail order place that shipped it in plain brown wrapping paper. I had gotten tired of masturbating with my fingers and that dildo became my secret lover.
As Jon and I had been living by ourselves the last three years we had became very relaxed with each other, so much so that neither one of us were very modest around the house. We didn't cavort in the nude but did see one another less than fully clothed a lot.
We did hug and kiss a lot, probably more than most but it was still a mother/son relationship. I had noticed lately that he would get a hard on when I would be affectionate with him, and to tell the truth I would get a warm feeling myself. Sometimes I would fantasize about him when I made love with my secret lover and would feel guilty about it later.
One night he had escorted his girlfriend to her high school prom so I was home alone most of the evening. After I had completed my household chores, I took a bubble bath, put on my favorite black negligee and settled on the couch in the den to watch a little TV. I had thought about a rendezvous later with my secret lover and wanted to dress for the occasion. But I got engrossed in a movie and was still up when Jon came in. He came in the den, gave me a peck on the lips and went to his room to get out of the tuxedo. I ask him to get me a glass of wine on his way back. He had gotten close enough to me that I could tell that he had been drinking and also making out with his girl friend and still had a hard-on. I got a little excited and a little jealous just thinking about it.
He came back dressed in a short terrycloth robe carrying two glasses of wine and sat next to me on the couch. I gave no thought to how I was dressed as he had seen me plenty of times in a nightgown and, after all, the only light in the room was from the TV.
We sipped wine and watched the movie without saying much. At one point I glanced at Jon and caught him staring at my tits. The top of my gown was loose and he could probably see to just above my nipples. I turned away real quick and felt a little warmth going through my body. He had his arm on the back of the couch and pretty soon I could feel his hand barely touching my hair. I should have left then but was secretly enjoying his touch. After a few minutes I could feel his right hand lightly caressing my right shoulder. I turned to say something but he leaned over and started to kiss me. It started as our normal kisses do but immediately turned into a long passionate kiss. I pushed him back and started to get up but he put his other hand around my waist, pulled me to his chest and kissed me again. This time he was running his tongue between my lips trying to enter my mouth. I tried to keep my lips tight but couldn't. I parted my lips and virtually sucked his hot tongue into my mouth. I wanted to break it off but I really loved it. My nipples started swelling and I could feel a growing warmth between my legs. It had just been too long since I had been kissed like this.
Next I could feel his hand pushing the strap aside and grabbing my right breast. When he started playing with the nipple I nearly had an orgasm. Up to now I had my hands on his shoulders vainly trying to push him away but againest my will (and better judgement) my arms went around his neck and I pulled him as close to me as I could, pushing my tits into his chest and pushing my tongue againest his until it was deep in his mouth.
He did finally give me a chance to say something and I asked him if he knew what he was doing. He replied: "Yes, mom, I'm going to fuck you."
I said: "This is not right you know" Trying desperately to convince myself as well as Jon.
"I don't care" he said: "I've been wanting to do this for a long time and can't hold back any longer. I love you and want to make love to you."
He then pulled me up and lead me to my bedroom. He stopped by the bed and pulled off my negligee and stood back to look at me.
"My God, you are beautiful. I've spied on you in the shower before but this is even better"
He pulled me to him again and kissed me while I ran my hand down to his crotch. It was enormous, throbbing and very hot. I was past the point of no return now.
I pushed him away. "You've seen me, now I want to see you. Get undressed"
"You undress me"
I reached for the belt on his robe and was so nervous and excited that I thought I was going to have to tear it off. There was my son in only the briefest of briefs with the head of his penis peaking out the top.
"Take them off , Jon"
"No, You take them off"
I got to my knees and grabbed the elastic band but before I started pulling them down I couldn't resist the sight of that dick looking at me over the top. I first put my tongue on it to lick off the moisture that was there before planting a big juicy kiss right on the head. As I slowly pulled his briefs down I took more of it my mouth. God, it tasted so good. It had been a long time since I had tasted anything so sweet.
"Suck it, you bitch, suck it"
I was shocked that my own son was talking dirty to me, but since I had my mouth full I couldn't say anything and I really enjoyed it. My secret lover was nice and big but silent.
I took the whole thing until I could feel it in my throat and noticed there was still more of it. This is great, I thought, I can't wait to get it in my pussy. I sucked until I could feel that he was about to ejaculate then backed off.
I looked up at Jon and asked: "Is your Mommy a good cocksucker"
"Yes, but I want you to complete the job and swallow every ounce of my cum."
I just love a take charge type of man.
Before I went back to work on it, I leaned back to take a good look. It was at least 8" and absolutely beautiful. It didn't take long before my sweet son was filling his mother's mouth full of hot, creamy cum.
When I was finished, Jon pulled my up gently by my hair and pushed me back on the bed. He got on top of me and we started kissing while he played with my nipples. I'm sure he could taste his on fluids on my lips. Just the thought of it made me convulse a little.
He then moved down to my tits and started sucking on them. It was wonderful. He would nibble each one in turn using his teeth so there was just a little pleasurable pain. He had positioned one of his legs against my pussy and I was humping it as fast as I could until I had this raging orgasm. The best I had ever had. I nearly collapsed and wanted to rest a little but Jon was still sucking on my tits and soon I was hot again. I just couldn't get enough.
"What do you want me to do to you next mom"?
"I want you to kiss me between my legs,"
"How bad do you want it?" asked Jon.
"Bad enough to beg for it?"
"Yes, I'm begging you"
"That's not begging you bitch. You have to tell me more. What do you want me to kiss?"
"Please son, please kiss my pussy"
"Just kiss it?"
"No, I want you to eat me. I want you to suck on my clit. I want to feel your tongue in my vagina. Please, do it for your mother".
I guess I begged enough or he just couldn't wait any longer for he was immediately planting his sweet, sweet hot lips on my cunt. It felt so good. I grabbed his hair, dug my heels into the bed, raised my ass off the bed and started humping Jon's face. I wanted his whole head in me. When I started cumming it felt like a flood. It seemed like I convulsed for 10 minutes. I didn't think I could go any longer.
I released Jon's hair and gently pulled him up beside me. He wrapped his arms around me and I slowly licked my sweet juices off his face. I never knew I had that much in me.
into the next morning until we were exhausted. In fact we have been lovers
for the last two years until Jon recently got married. I know it's wrong
to do what we have been doing but I just can't help it. Maybe we can still
get together occasionally even though he is married. In fact the thought
of a threesome kind of gets my juices flowing.
|A fine story by Christine.|
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