Another Lockdown

"Mum?"

"I left you a sock for that." I said and ended the call. I didn't know how I was supposed to react. I knew I should have stopped him. But I didn't. I knew I should have been outraged at his behaviour, but I wasn't. I just sat there, my robe over my shoulders, my vagina exposed and twitching. I squeezed my thighs together and felt a little electric rush. Oh my God. I was turned on by my son.

The door opened and Jack came in. He was naked, his penis still partially erect. "Mum?"

"That was wrong Jack" I managed, my voice more croaky than I would have liked. "You should save that kind of behaviour for your girlfriends."

"Well I don't have one do I? And I can't get one because of this fucking lockdown."

"That doesn't mean you can behave like that to your mother. I am twice your age, saggy and I haven't seen or thought of things like that since your father passed and nor have I wanted to. That was wrong Jack."

"You watched me."

"I was passing and your door was open, I glanced in, as soon as I saw what you were doing I moved away. I did not watch you."

"You sat there with your fanny all exposed to me. You fingered yourself to orgasm in the garden and I have heard you in the shower."

"I did not realise I was exposing myself to you, I thought my underwear kept me covered. I certainly did not expose myself on purpose, and I don't know what you heard in the shower, I only wash."

Jack walked closer until he stood right in front of me. His penis right in front of me, drops of sperm on the end. His erection was returning, and his penis began to point at me, large, hard and moist. Ready. He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed, I fell back on the bed. My robe open, my breasts and sex fully exposed.

Jack leant forward, his arms resting on the bed, his torso lowering and his penis touched my sex. "I don't believe you mum." He pushed forward and my body betrayed my mind and opened up to him and my son penetrated me, he was inside me. He pushed hard and filled me, I felt him stretching my vagina, reaching my depth and widening me as much as I thought I could take.

He began to pull back, slowly to leave, my vagina slowly relaxing from the intrusion, but he pushed back in and then he began a steady rhythm. He filled me, completely, pushing the bottom of my vagina deeper inside my body, it felt like his was pulling my labia inside too. A he reached my depth his body pressed hard against my clitoris, squashing it against me, stimulating me in ways I had long forgotten.

I heard myself grunting as he had me, as he fucked me, hard and unrelenting, his movement increasing in speed, overwhelming my senses, I was unable to say anything or do anything, the pleasure was too much, I could not stop him, nor, I realised, did I want him to stop. I felt the large head of his penis as it moved inside me, I felt him slide past the scary remnants of my hymen, I felt the engorged veins of his shaft as they slid past the entrance of my vagina.

Harder he moved, his pubis crashing painfully onto me, my clitoris engorged and sore erupted and an orgasm rolled through my body. Sharp tickles, like electric shocks, shot from my groin to my nipples and my finger tips, I screamed as the pleasure overtook me.

Jack stopped and pulled out, standing back he grabbed me and flipped me over and pulled my robe up, fully exposing my backside. I felt as he nudged between the cheeks of my bottom and felt as he pressed his penis against me. Bill and I had done it that way a few times, but always slowly and with some oil. Jack just pressed and pressed until my sphincter relaxed and he pushed inside me.

It hurt and it hurt enough that I began to regain my senses and try to get my body back under control. Jack started fucking my backside, faster and harder, his balls swinging as he thrust, slapping against the edge of my vagina and any attempts at control were lost.

He filled me, he filled my bottom in a way Bill never had, it was here that I had a full realisation of just how big Jack was, how filling and how flexible my body was, able to take him as he used me for his needs. As he fucked I heard the slap slap sound of his stomach as it bounced off my bottom cheeks, and realised I was grunting in time to his thrusts. His stomach slapped, my mouth grunted. His fucking was causing my body to slide slightly on the bed, the sheet rubbing against my clitoris, stimulating and his balls crashing onto my vagina also tickled and aroused me.

His movements became slower yet deeper, not as frenetic but somehow harder and I heard him grunt as he thrust. He pulled back and pushed back in and grunted again. He had ejaculated, emptying his balls inside me. I felt his weight on the bed as he stood up, his penis slipping out of me, a farty slurp sound as it left, I could feel the air as it blew around inside my bottom, I knew I would be gaping until my sphincter recovered.

He turned me over again, once more I was on my back and as I looked down, I saw he was between my thighs. He kissed my clitoris and sucked it into his mouth, and then ran his tongue down the valley of my sex lapping at my entrance. I realised I was clutching the sheet between my fingers as he pleasured me. He licked and sucked my clitoris and I felt his fingers penetrate me. Two, perhaps three, fingers moved inside me, finger fucking me as his tongue worked my clitoris and I screamed. My back arched up off the bed, my whole body was rigid, in spasm as the biggest orgasm I could recall exploded in my body.

I was spent.

Jack stood. His face was glossy and shiny with my juices. I looked down, his penis now flaccid was wet and glossy too. I did not look at myself, I couldn't. I didn't dare say anything.

"That is what I dream off when I am wanking. You. Now you know." He turned and left my bedroom. I stayed laying there, my legs splayed apart, my feet on the floor, my body sore and I was pretty sure leaking his fluids.

I did not know how to react. Sex with my son was wrong. I was pretty sure that I hadn't instigated it in any way. I hadn't said 'no', nor had I said 'yes'. I had just let him use me. But, and here was a thing, that had been the most intense orgasm I had ever had. Did that mean that I had just had the best sex I had ever had?

I struggled to my feet and went into my ensuite, turning the shower on to needle and hot. My robe fell to the floor and I stepped in. I took the hand unit and sprayed up between my legs, washing my abused crotch, my sphincter not quite closed and I felt the hot water as it entered. I douched as best as I could and then, with the water off I just stood and dripped dry.

How could I continue? How could I face Jack? He had pretty much forced himself on me, in me, ejaculated inside me, and I am his mother. That should not happen. I decided that I would ignore it. I would say nothing. I would behave as if it hadn't happened. What else could I do? I certainly could not go into a sexual relationship with my son.