Another Lockdown Pt. 02

At dinner we said nothing about the earlier events. I was dressed in my skirt, cami knickers, and a patterned blouse that was most definitely not sheer. I was decent. Jack wore a T shirt and joggers. I had done meatballs and spaghetti for tea, an innocent enough meal I thought. Perhaps I should have cooked elephant, there was a big enough one in the room.

I looked across at Jack as he ate, in fairness, he was a hell of an attractive young man, but he was my son and as such, there were 'things' that should not happen, should not have happened. He speared a meatball and slowly brought it to his mouth, wrapped his lips around it and sucked it as it sat speared on the fork. Did he think that this was suggestive? Well, if he did, then yes it was. In my mind's eye I imagined his lips on my nipple as if it were the meatball. Oh shit, this was ridiculous. My nipples hardened and I felt them brushing against my blouse. Jack would surely see them, know my arousal.

I felt a mild discomfort between my legs and knew that I was wet, very wet, my knickers would have to go into the wash, and I would probably have a tell-tale dark spot on my skirt right where I had sat on it. Was he hard I wondered, well, of course he was. He was young, and young men were, as I recalled from my teens, pretty much hard all the time. As he sucked on the meatball my mind went back to earlier, the feeling of his penis as he had me, stretched me, plumbed my depth and gave me the biggest orgasm I had ever had. Could I reject that, could I stop it happening again?

After dinner I rinsed the plates and stacked them in the dishwasher, conscious of Jack looking at me as I bent forward to put the plates on the lower rack. Was there a wet spot on my skirt? I was sure that there would be, and I felt the flush grow and reach down to my crotch. My wet crotch.

"I'll grab some wine mum, and we can watch a film."

"Okay sweetheart," I replied, determined to keep my wits about me, I intended to only sip at the wine. "What are we going to watch?"

"How does Black Widow sound?"

"Okay." I was not a real fan of the super hero films, always too much fighting. I had expected him to pick something with a lot of sex in it, and that would have been okay with me, I never really got turned on by watching people have sex in films or have TV, same with pornography. My brain just dismissed it as false. Hearing the couple next door having loud sex, as I sometimes did, or hearing Jack masturbate, were other matters entirely, that did arouse me.

Finished in the kitchen, I went and sat on the sofa. There was a glass of white on the side table ready. "Thanks Jack," I said as I picked it up and took a sip. Jack was getting the film ready, skipping through the adverts and preamble. I wondered if they irritated everyone else as much as they did us?

Jack shuffled along the sofa to be closer to me and took a draught of his wine. It wasn't a sip, it was almost the whole glass full. "Come on mum, the wine will go off leaving it open like that," he laughed and settled back, resting his shoulder against mine.

I sat watching the TV with little interest, the lead actress was attractive enough I supposed, but I had never really been attracted to women. There had been a few girls at university that had expressed an interest in me, but it had never been reciprocated. I much preferred a penis in my mouth than the idea of my tongue running over some girl's vulva. It didn't bother me in the slightest that girls might like to, I just didn't want to.

As the film progressed and the fighting scenes became more frequent, I let my mind roam back to the days of exploration in my teens. I was aware than Jack had his hand on my leg, more my thigh to be honest, but I just ignored it. My mind drifted back to my teens and I remembered the first time I discovered that straight boys also liked their backside being played with, and how those that did had always made sure that they were scrupulously clean.

I remembered unintentionally running my tongue back from my then boyfriend Tim's scrotum to the area between his balls and his anus and how he had almost climaxed on the spot. I discovered that a tongue dabbing and pressing at his anus gave me a power over the boy that nothing else would equal.

When I first went with Bill and gave him my 'special' treatment he then became the only man I ever went with. His pleasure at my hands was more than he had ever experienced, and determined to be my equal, he learned how to repay me, to use is tongue and bring me to multiple orgasms, often holding me on the edge until I was about to explode, before releasing me into the biggest moment I had ever experience. It had been a revelation having my backside licked and sucked, who would have known girls liked it too?

The film was carrying on and I realised as I came back to the present that Jack had his hand rather high, he was grazing my vulva, almost as if my accident but I doubted that was the case. I was determined to do nothing to encourage him, but I could not help the little gasps that escaped when the contacts became more pressing. In trying to ignore Jack and his behaviour my mind went back to memories of Bill.

We had sat on the sofa one evening after dinner, actually on more than one evening, and had lain in each other's arms. He had turned and started kissing my ear, always a turn on, and then his hand had cupped my breast, and fingers found a hardening nipple beneath my blouse. I could feel that hand, those fingers, even now, and then his other hand had found its way between my legs and had rubbed my sex through my panties. I gasped at the memory, so intense, my memories replaying the feelings that I had back then, intense feelings, almost climaxing as Bill touched me.

Bill had turned and knelt before me, widening my knees, and then leaning forward he had licked my panties, blowing as he moved. His hot purses of breath finding their way through the fabric and tickling my clitoris and along my valley, I had widened my legs as far as I could, and as I leant back in memories of loving days gone, I glanced down and realised that Jack was on his knees, licking my panties, blowing along my vulva just as his dad had done.

I knew I should stop him, but I had missed that opportunity when I had reverted into my memories. I felt my panties being pulled to one side and Jack's tongue ran along my labia, teasing them apart, pressing in, teeth nibbling at my clitoris, and then I felt his invasion as fingers pushed past my entrance and entered me.

"God, Jack, no son, no," I managed but he ignored me and started moving his fingers inside me, stretching me, stimulating, catching my G spot as his tongue pressed hard at my clitoris. His mouth moved down, and his hands moved to the waist of my panties, gripping them, forcing my legs closed as he pulled them down, once more revealing my private place to the one person who, having entered the world via it, should not see it again and definitely not re-visit it.

He pulled me to the edge of the sofa, my legs closing as he pulled my panties down and off. He pressed my legs apart again and his head was once more at my vulva. I felt his tongue slide along my crease, slowly his tongue pushing my labia apart and pressing at my entrance.

"God mum you are absolutely soaking," he said between licks. No surprise, I had always been hugely aroused by oral sex, the roughness of a tongue on my soft delicate skin could often bring me to orgasm, and that was something that Bill knew and used to bring me to the boil.

My breath held in my throat, I could not speak, I could not say 'NO', the one word I knew I should say out loudly. I could not, the truth is I was beyond resistance. I couldn't even attempt to push his head away, I was lost in a wash of pleasure, of memories of Bill and the orgasm that was building. I felt the heat rise in my groin, I felt my heart pound in my chest, my toes scrunched and then the electricity exploded from my groin and blasted to my nipples and to my lips, my ears, my fingers and my toes.

My silent scream almost deafened me, but no sound left my mouth as my back arched and my body spasmed. The pleasure pulsed through my body, in ways I had not felt since Bill, I was lost once more as Jack took me over the edge.

Jack took my hands and pulled me to my feet and lead me up the stairs. I followed numbed my what was happening, drained by the orgasm that he had bestowed upon me. He took me into my bedroom and undid the buttons on my blouse and pulled it from me, my skirt was next, and as it fell to the floor, I was naked in front of my nineteen year old son. He pushed me backwards and as my legs reached the bed, I fell back to lay sideways across my bed.

I looked up at my son. The one person who should not be there in front of me as I lay naked on my bed, my once marital bed where Bill and I enjoyed so many pleasures together, now barren for three years. Jack pulled off his top and his shorts and stood before me, as naked as I was. I looked to his middle and his penis was hard and jutting forward, ready for the action he wanted, that I wanted.

It was wrong, I knew that; I also knew that Jack looked very like Bill, I knew that my mind was playing games, juxtaposing Bill with Jack. I knew that I had allowed Jack to arouse me, to bring me to this point where I wanted my son inside me. I knew that the first time I should have rebuffed him, slapped him, forced him away, but I hadn't done that, I had allowed him to have sex with me and I had been pleasured more than I had in years.

Jack knelt on the bed and leant forward, I felt his penis graze the outer lips of my sex and resting on one hand, he used his other hand to push his penis along my valley, to my entrance, and then with a push, he was inside me. I felt the big bulbous end of his penis as it penetrated my vagina, passing my G spot. I felt the veins on the shaft of his penis as the followed behind, stretching me open. I felt his penis reach bottom and then my labia pulled inside me as he pushed and filled me to my maximum.

He was exorcising Bill. My loving memories of my husband, his father were being edited and replaced with Jack, our son. Jack pulled back a little, my vagina struggling to return to normal, and then he slammed back into me, his pubis crushing my vulva, pushing my lips apart, pressing my clitoris flat against me. I gasped out loud as his testicles crashed against me just below my vagina.

"You're mine now mum," he gasped as he drove into me, "I am going to fuck you every morning, every afternoon, every evening and every night. And you are going to beg me to stop, but I won't. This is lockdown mother and you are mine to fuck as often as I want."

He was right. I was, and I knew he would. Bill, I loved you, but I also love my son, and he is here.