A Maternal Love Affair Pt. 02

Michael's hands now moved from my hips onto my ass, each hand grasping at a cheek firmly as I held myself over him. Slowly, inch by inch, I allowed him to pull me down, his cock filling my eager pussy with each little move, until he was completely inside me.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck," was all Michael could say as I pushed down hard on his erection, our pubic bones meeting as I took him all the way in.

"Now, you're going to fuck Mommy and cum deep inside of her." I said, barely whispering the words I couldn't believe I was saying. "Do you understand?"

Michael looked up, the look of amazement and excitement once again firmly locked on his face. "When had my baby boy become such a man?" I thought as I felt his cock swelling further deep inside of me.

"Whatever you say, Mom," was all Michael said as slowly I raised myself up, then back down on to him, feeling his smooth shaft pressing against my soaking wet pussy lips.

Starting slowly, I took every inch of his cock inside me, filling me deeply, rising up before lowering back down, building a rhythm. Michael rocked his hips in unison, pumping his dick into me harder with each thrust, his shaved pubes brushing against my clit with each stroke.

I tried to go slowly but the sensation of him filling me up time and time again was too much, and I craved it harder and faster with each stroke.

"Mom I'm going to.....uuuuuuuuggh," Michael uttered as he thrust deep into me, cumming for the second time and this time filling my pussy with streams of warm cum. I could feel his cock pulsating as he came, causing me to orgasm again, my pussy clamping tight around his shaft as I spurted juices all over him, our bodies locked in an embrace as we writhed together in ecstasy.

"That's it, baby, cum for Mommy," I moaned as I writhed against his pulsating cock, draining every last drip out of him. "Cum deep inside Mommy, there's a good boy," his cock still deep inside me.

Michael sank back on the bed, clearly exhausted and satisfied after cumming hard twice.

"Fuck!" that was all I could muster. Michael was still filling my pussy with his bulging member and felt amazing. His arms were gently caressing my back as we lay there entwined, Mother and Son in the ultimate taboo of them all. What had I done? How could I? The thing was, I didn't regret it for a second and in fact, craved to delve deeper in to what this fantasy could hold.

"Are you OK, Mom?" Michael said, still stroking my back.

"Of course, Mikey, it's just, just, that was, well, different." I answered, my head nestled into his neck.

I lifted myself up and looked at him, the boy I had birthed and raised, loved unconditionally since he had arrived, was now a man. Our love had crossed a line into a whole new realm of being, and there was no going back now.

"Mom, that was, well, incredible." Michael said, shifting slightly between my hips.

"It was, Mikey." I replied, "Far better than I could have ever imagined."

"I've imagined it a few times, Mom, the thought of you riding me, making love to me, making me feel like a man. I know it's wrong but I can't help it, I just can't help it. When I saw you watching me earlier and then saw you in the shower, I couldnt help myself anymore, I needed to find out if I could be with you."

Michael looked at me, those childlike eyes once again looking over my bared breasts. My nighty was still over me, barely, and was gradually soaking around the hem where my own juices were mixing with his. I rolled off of him as he kept watching, pulling my nighty over my head, our juices smearing across my forehead and into my long brunette hair as it went. Laying back down next to Michael, completely naked, his hands roved to caress my breasts and belly, hovering around my belly button.

"I'm sorry if I went too far, Mom," Michael said.

"You've nothing to be sorry for, Mikey, we both wanted it."

Michael sighed and gazed at me further, his fingers now roving through my pubes and towards my sticky, wet pussy. I could feel his cock already starting to get erect again, pressing against my left thigh as we laid there, the remnants of his cum seeping from his head and glazing me.

"We should probably get some sleep, Mikey." I said, looking deep into his eyes as I spoke. "Tomorrow is another day after all."

"OK Mom, but can I stay here with you?"

"Of course baby, stay and keep Mommy warm."

With that I nestled into his neck again, my right hand laid on his chest, and closed my eyes. What had I done? My own son, in my marital bed. If Tim knew what had happened then, well, it didn't warrant thinking about. Michael had cum in my mouth, had cum in my pussy, and had made me cum several times. Fantasy is one thing but to have crossed the line from fantasy to reality, that's another level.

I opened my eyes and looked up at Michael, his arm still around my shoulders and his other hand still resting on my pubic area. He looked peaceful, almost child like in his sleepiness, slowly drifting off with a wry smile on his face. "Will he regret what we just did?" I thought to myself, closing my eyes once again and allowing sleep to come. I knew I didn't regret a thing, and wanted to find out more.