My Son Gets the Hots for Me! Ch. 01

"Ohhh Mum," he moaned, "I'm so sorry - it just sort of happened. I told you it might..."

"No worries," I replied, trying to be the good mother than I am, "I know - it was all the nudity; all the excitement wasn't it?"

He nodded, shamefacedly blushing and with his eyes downcast but I understood. All this nakedness had just been too much for his system; for his youthfulness - and this was the result.

"We'd ummmm, better go and clear up," I managed to say, "Bathroom I think..."

I held up my cum smeared hand as I moved, then found the scent of his essence filling my nose; his salty, pungent sexy scent that got my pussy twitching and trembling anew. Quickly I turned the tap on and washed his cum from my hand, then wished perversely that I'd had the courage to lick up some of it first.

I used the flannel to wash myself then moved away from the basin and Chris took over; then I handed him the towel to dry himself with and headed back to the livingroom with Chris following soon after.

"Well..." I said, "That was a bit of a shock, wasn't it?"

"I couldn't help it," repeated Chris, "It was just so fantastic to see you; it was like a dream come true and when you touched me..."

I tutted at him; dream come true indeed - I could never be that!

We stood there for a few more moments, perhaps both unsure of what to do next when Chris spoke again.

"Hey Ma, you've still got your bra on," he said, his cheeky eyes sparkling.

"Ooops, so I have," I said as I reached behind me and twisted the catch before shrugging my shoulders and letting the thin material fall into my hands.

I cast aside the bra then lifted my hands and rubbed my breasts to relax them after the confines of the bra - and then I heard Chris breathing heavily. I looked up and once again his eyes were locked onto my body, this time onto what just had to be my breasts rather than my pussy. Was this guy insatiable?

"Geeeez Ma, you look fantastic," he moaned, "Look at your lovely nipples."

My brief massage, along with the action in the bedroom had aroused my nipples I now realised and they stood out proudly, attesting to the breast-feeding that had taken place those many years ago.

"Yeah, I'm not that bad, am I?" I replied, my fingers and thumbs absent-mindedly rolling my nipples, "Thank heavens my boobs haven't sagged too much yet."

"They look fine, really fine," said Chris, "A lot better than Sheila's boobs actually."

Sheila, I remembered, was his latest conquest, another busty girl of the shape that Chris obviously preferred. I found myself smirking as he spoke as I realised that Sheila was at least twenty years younger than me...

"Come on, this won't do," I finally said, "We ought to get out and see what this place has to offer."

But as I spoke I suddenly realised that we couldn't go out just yet because there before me was Chris's nice long penis, which once again pointed at the ceiling!

"Oh for heaven's sake," I said, "Doesn't that thing ever go down?"

"Usually it does, but you've got me all excited," said Chris quickly, "Can you help me, please Mum."

"What? How on earth am I supposed to help you?" I replied without thinking, "It's your problem."

"I'm going to have to get off again," Chris managed to say, "Help me Mum - you caused it!"

"I did not!" I said firmly - then realised that my nudity was indeed the cause.

"Oh go and wank then!" I said, "And do it quickly."

"Can't you do it for me?" asked Chris, moving much closer to me, "Your fingers felt so bloody good last time..."

I hardly knew what to do - it wasn't really my place to toss off my own son, and yet, since I'd put him in this situation, perhaps it was up to me to get him out of it too. An excited shiver ran all though me as I realised what I was about to do.

"Oh all right, I'll do it if I must," I said, my heart fluttering, my pussy quivering inside, "Make it quick though."

Chris was right beside me in seconds, pulling my hand down to his penis where my fingers almost automatically curled around his stem. Chris hissed his approval and inside my fist I felt his penis stiffen and seem to swell even more.

"Ooooh Mum, yes, rub it for me, rub it," he said under his breath, "Yeah, like that. Make me cum!"

My heart pounded furiously as I held his cock and began to move my hand on him while Chris's breathing seemed to get faster too. Still his cock jerked in my grasp with each stroke and now, suddenly, there was a wet slipperiness that hadn't been there before.

"Ooooh," moaned Chris, "That's lovely Mum..."

I looked down and now saw that his penis was bathed in precum, the shiny slippery stuff glistening on my fingers as well as on his cock and the sight sent shudders of excitement through me, each wave of pleasure seeming to focus on my vagina. I could almost feel my juices flowing; I certainly felt my hips begin to sway in time with my hand actions and with Chris's own pelvic thrusts.

This was actually becoming very sexual, I realised; Chris's previous orgasm having been something of an accident...but now I was actually rubbing his penis for him intentionally. It was making me nearly as hot as Chris obviously was...

"Do it a bit faster Mum," Chris said a few moments later and I found myself complying, my hand now sliding freely and quickly thanks to his lubrication.

"Yessss, that's better, keep doing that!" he continued and as he spoke I felt his hand come to rest on the small of my back.

But instead of telling him off I welcomed his touch, now almost wanting him to explore my quivering body. And to my pleasure he began to move his hand, now letting it slide down until he was caressing one cheek of my ass. I felt myself shudder, not in horror now but in delight; even to the point where I began to push my ass back at his hand.

"Oh God Mum, I'm getting there," Chris moaned, bringing my thoughts back to his cock, "Don't stop. Won't be long now."

My fist was moving quite fast now; I could hear that slight slurping, slapping sound of wet flesh as his foreskin moved back and forward and above that there was also the sound of Chris's breath as he panted fast.

"Gonna cum Mum," he suddenly said, "Here it cums!"

I was so well prepared for this event that there was not a sight of a towel anywhere; not one thing with which to catch his ejaculate, I realised. All I could do was to let it spray on the floor and to clean it up afterwards. Oh well, at least it was a laminate floor and not carpeted.

"Come on then - do it," I said, my eyes glued to his penis, "Come on Chris - do it!"

"Uuuuuhhhh! Uuuuuhhhh! Uuuuuhhhh!" grunted Chris as his penis recoiled and fired off.

Jet after jet squirted across the floor, splattering hugely and whitely on the imitation planking; then dribbling over my fingers and coating his knob.

"Oh God - oh God, I needed that," said Chris eventually, "Oh sorry Mum and thanks, thank you so much."

"Couldn't leave you like that, could I?" I said as my fingers eased the last few drips of cum from his cock, "You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"Bloody right I did," he enthused, "You were great..."

"Well now you're emptied you can clear it up," I said, my eyes taking in the generous quantity of cum, "I'm going to go and have a pee. Then we're going out."

Chris walked off into the kitchen and came back with a handful of paper towels, his penis now swaying contentedly before him as I turned my back and closed the bathroom door. I sat down on the pan, cleaned my fingers with some toilet paper and waited for the pee to come, before I realised that I didn't really need to pee - what I'd felt were the pangs of an unfulfilled pussy applying pressure on my mind.

I spread my legs and looked down to see my hairs all shiny and wet - there were even a few drips of lubricating juice hanging from my lips and a small trickle down my thigh. Cautiously I put my hand to my lips; they were so slippery and hot and my touch sent thrills through me as if I'd been scalded. I shuddered all over as my fingers slid up and over my clit; then shuddered anew as I found myself stimulating my firm erect nub of flesh.

"Ohhhhh yessss," I moaned quietly, "I've got to do it - I've gotta cum!"

As quietly as possible I worked at my clit, occasionally letting a finger slide into my hole, to emerge each time soaked and slippery with my hot juices. I was panting hard as I played; absorbing the scent of hot sex that was rising from my groin - then as I closed my eyes to let the feelings become more cerebral, so a vision of Chris's hard penis appeared; a penis that was pouring cum everywhere; a penis that was sliding between my swollen lips and into my body!

"Aaaaahhhhhh!" I cried, hardly managing to prevent the sound of my ecstasy from escaping, "Aaaahhhh, yesss, oooooh yessss!"

My entire body was convulsing, shaking, pulsating - my legs seemed to have turned to jelly; my orgasm was massive and all-encompassing. It felt as if it was the best I'd had in years and years...

For a little while I just sat there as I recovered until I suddenly remembered that Chris was outside. Quickly I cleaned off the excess moisture, flushed the toilet and briefly powdered myself before giving myself a quick shake all over.

"Oooh that's better," I said to myself, "Needed that; no wonder Chris felt better afterwards!"

Out in the lounge Chris was seated, just awaiting my return and he stood up once I joined him, his penis now quiescent, I was pleased to see.

"Thanks for that Mum," he said quietly, "Sorry - I won't ask you again."

I nodded slightly as I acknowledged his words then looked at the door.

"Ok - ready?" I asked and Chris nodded back.

"Come on then; let's see what's out there," I said as I opened the front door.

The feeling of being outside and naked was fantastic - complete freedom, it felt - especially with the knowledge that everyone else we'd see would be naked too - we were not alone. Even Chris seemed relaxed now as we stood side by side on the verandah. A few moments later and his fumbling hand found mine and together we stepped away from our 'nest' and into public view.

Now much as I'd like to tell you; to titivate you, to excite you by saying that we both became highly aroused and that we had no option but to fling ourselves on the grass and fuck, it wasn't like that at all.

Instead we wandered around, enjoying the gardens and the views, seeing similar pairs and singles walking around naked too and generally just plain relaxing. Intentionally I kept Chris talking; about anything I could think of, to keep his mind off the occasional more attractive female and it seemed to work; somehow his easily inflatable penis remained limp and relaxed.

And then we'd seen all we wanted to see and together we decided that we'd grab an early night. Tomorrow we could explore further; tomorrow we'd investigate the pools and the entertainment centre; tomorrow was another day. But this evening was now and comfortably much more relaxed now we strolled back to our 'nest' and shut the door.

"You managed!" I said to Chris, "You kept it down."

"Thanks to you Mum; mind you, I felt him start up a few times; there were a few nice looking birds, weren't there?" he replied.

"If that's what you're looking at," I replied cheekily, "Not many big cocks though! Didn't see any to match yours!"

"They're all the same when they're out in the cool air," he answered, "It's when they get stiff they get big."

"Yours certainly does," I said as I poured us an evening glass of wine and handed his to him, "Here you are - cheers."

"Cheers Mum, love you," said Chris as he lifted his glass - and as he did so I realised that his cock had started to lift too.

"Oh Chris, for heaven's sake - tell it to go to sleep," I said, pointing at his partially aroused penis, "Hasn't it had enough today?"

"You're joking!" said Chris seriously, "No way!"

"Hmmmph," I muttered, "Tough."

His penis seemed to get the message and visibly relaxed and so did I.

There was a TV in the 'nest' but neither of us cared to watch anything and so we just sat in two comfy armchairs and watched as the evening sun set through the trees and over the distant sea, filling the sky with its glow and warm colours. The wine - and even a second bottle - had gone now and the bed called insistently.

"Right - I'm going for a pee and a quick wash then bed. Come on then, you coming to bed too?" I said, not even considering my words to be in any way seductive or suggestive.

"After you," replied Chris, "You can use the bathroom first."

I stood up and discovered that I was slightly wobbly now; the wine had seemingly crept up on me, not that it worried me.

"Won't be long," I said as I weaved my way across the room but I managed to pull myself together for a spit and polish and a pee before going to the bedroom.

Chris rose from the chair and took my place, shutting the door behind him.

I walked around the bed to the window side and threw back the duvet - then I sat down rather than climb into bed. Something was worrying me...then Chris returned.

"Ummm, what are you wearing to bed?" I asked - my words making his eyebrows lift.

"Well, nothing," he said, "Why should I?"

"Because we'll be naked together in bed," I replied, my mind ignoring the fact that we'd been naked together all evening.

Chris laughed - his voice betraying his own degree of concern perhaps.

"So what?" he said, "Get used to it Mum - I rather like this feeling of being naked."

"Ummm yesssss," I said, hesitantly, "Well you stay on your side then."

Chris laughed again, more freely this time.

"Hadn't really planned to take over your half," he said, "Lots of room - come on."

With that he slid gracefully under his side of the duvet and I had no alternative but to join him, although as I did so my foot and then my hand met some part of his body before I settled down. The touch was enough to send shivers of some strange kind up and down my spine; I was in bed with a man - some five years or more after the last time it had happened - but it had been a very different man before. Then it had been my husband...now it was my son!

We lay there silently for a little while before I felt Chris's hand moving towards me. His fingers searched and I let them - and with my arm folded over my waist he found my midriff instead.

I remained still, somehow wanting him to explore further but he found my arm and pulled it until my fingers became available; then his fingers interwove with mine.

"Just wanted to say thank you," he said softly, "I'm so sorry about earlier and you were great; no, you were wonderful."

"It's all right Chris," I replied, my fingers playing idly with his, "I know you didn't mean to get excited."

"Embarrassing!" he said, his fingers caressing my palm, "I just couldn't help it; never knew you were so hot!"

His touch was starting to make me feel hot as well and I twisted my hand away before reaching out and finding his hand again.

"Stop it," I hissed, "Don't..."

"Don't what?" asked Chris, his fingers once again exciting me, "I'm just holding your hand."

"It's the way you're doing it," I said, "You'll get yourself all worked up again."

"Already am," he replied, "Feel me."

As he spoke I felt him roll over towards me. Seconds later and his other hand found mine and pulled at me, my arm unable to resist his action. And a moment or two later I found something heavy and hot in my hand, a hand held in place my Chris's own fingers. And I didn't mean to do it but my fingers curled around his hotness; around his hard penis.

"Chris - for God's sake - what the hell are you doing?" I said as I attempted to remove my hand.

"Oh Mum, I won't be able to get to sleep unless I get off," he replied, his breath quick and uneven, "Do it for me - help me please Mum, just once more."

His penis was thrusting through my curled fingers even as he spoke and now it was I who felt my breath coming unevenly; I who was getting aroused.

Before I had a chance to form a reply I felt the bed move and Chris's cock thrust harder and closer to me - he'd edged across the bed and was now right there beside me. His hard penis was now actually rubbing against my hip as I lay on my back, he was that close... I tore my hand from his cock.

"I don't know if I want to," I said, almost unable to avoid his hot thrusting cock, "It's getting to be a bit of a habit, isn't it?"

"Just tonight Mum, please, please," he said, "I won't ask again..."

I rolled onto my side to face him, seeing the outline of his face in the starlight, his eyes pleading and his mouth contorted and somehow I felt so sorry for him. I just had to help him...

My hand found his penis and I grasped it again, my fingers readily caressing his flesh, his heat pervading my skin while Chris let out his pent up breath in a long release.

"Ooooh yessss, oh Mum, I love you," he said, his voice quivering, "Ooooh, that's lovely!"

And while I played with him, so his hand began to explore and it took little time before he'd found my breast, his fingers quickly locating my nipple. I shuddered all over, finding myself pushing my breast at his hand, feeling a glow of warmth beginning to form at my groin. I began to pant, my body already starting to get excited; my own sex organs awakening.

And now, to my horrified delight, Chris's hand was moving, moving away from my breast and down over my arm, over my waist, down to my hips, onto my thigh, round my thigh to my inner delicate quivering flesh, closer and closer to my sex.

"Noooooo," I moaned, "Not there, please..."

But my words didn't ring true because my hand was still firmly holding and rubbing his cock; I just couldn't stop - nor could I stop him.

I gasped as I felt his fingers touch my trimmed patch of pubes; I gasped again as his fingers slid down and over my clit - and yet I still did nothing to stop him.

"Oh Chris, don't..." I moaned, feeling my hips starting to tremble, to jerk at his probing fingers, "Stop it..."

Did I mean it? Did I hell!

Inside me my demon was telling me to enjoy myself; to let myself go; to allow my son to explore and excite me. I was panting hard now, my hand still on Chris's slippery penis; my hips jerking wildly. Chris's fingers were in my slit, sliding in my prolific juices.

"Ohhh Chris, that's so naughty!" I groaned, doing my best to act like a decent Mum but I was still doing nothing to stop him, "Oh God stop it, I like it, oh God I like it."

And now I suddenly realised that my hand was actually pulling him closer; my hand on his cock was just inches from my wet and wanton cunt - I wanted that cock inside me so urgently - so desperately.

"Oh God Chris - come here," I panted, my hand releasing his cock and clutching at his hip, "Get it in me - I need you, I need you."

Inside seconds I'd got my leg up and over Chris's hip; my almost desperate cunt felt wide open and practically crying out for a penis and Chris's penis would do just perfectly!

"Honestly Mum?" I heard Chris say incredulously, "You want me in you?"

"Yes, yes, do it - do it now!" I cried, "For fuck's sake get it in me!"

And then I felt it - the heat and hardness of his penis against my sex; against my very wet and slippery and urgent sex and I pulled Chris to me harder; my fingers clutching his flesh urgently.

"Put it in me - now!" I cried and then it happened; suddenly there was a giving way sensation; a feeling of invasion, a deliciously filling invasion as his penis slid so smoothly into my depth.

"OOOOhhhh yessssss!" I heard myself howl, "Oooooh fuuuuuck!"

"Ooooh Muuuuum!" I heard Chris say, "Ooooh fuck, I'm inside you."

Somehow we'd wriggled together; somehow now my breasts were flattened against his hard chest; our bellies were rubbing against each other. Somehow my leg was entwined with Chris's; our hands had met and joined together and now, united almost as one we looked at each other.