Rights and Wrongs Ch. 03

"Well show me then."

Ben's jeans hit the floor, and his cock sprang free as hard as I'd ever seen it, "Does this show you well enough?" he managed, struggling out of his shirt.

"I think," I said, shocking myself with my honesty, "that only a fuck will prove the point."

Ben almost leapt on top of me, my legs spreading wide to welcome him. His hands came to rest on my shoulders, pinning me there as he took in a full body view, before he groaned and thrust himself into me, his rigid cock meeting no obstruction.

Within seconds he was pawing at my bare breasts, and I pulled his mouth down to mine, thrusting my tongue between his lips, wanting nothing more than pure sex with my boy.

His lips were clamped over mine as he pulled at a nipple, his cock already pounding at my welcoming centre. I pulled back to stare into his eyes, "Ben? Angel? Do you realise you're making mummy cum?"

"Good! I wanted to cum all the time Tim was looking at your fucking gorgeous body, and now... oh fuck, ma, I'm going to fill your pussy any second."

I was bucking even as the first spurts of my son's hot cum started to fill me. I yowled with joy and release, just as loud as I wanted, needed. Louder still when Ben accompanied his eager final thrusts with a mouth on my left breast, sucking hard, nipping me.

Waves of pure climactic pleasure washed through me and I wrapped my legs around Ben, my hands moving to his bare butt, holding him deep inside me. I think I blacked out for a few seconds just then.

Ben was still inside me when I got my senses back, and other than a brief break for thirst-quenching cold beers and a subsequent trip to the bathroom, that was where he stayed pretty much all of that night. Bouts of love-making, some frantic fucks and a lot of dirty words were shared. It was almost dawn before we managed to talk properly.

"So, I take it that I played out the first part of your fantasy okay?"

Ben kissed a by-now rather sore breast, "Maybe even better than I dared hope, ma. I take it that you didn't find it so bad after all?"

"I think I rather liked your fantasy."

"Half my fantasy," Ben reminded me.

"True. And if the other half makes me feel anything like that I'll consider myself more than lucky. Just what do you have in mind?" I genuinely didn't care at that point.

"The deal still stands this time?"

I nodded, "I won't deny you twice, but I'd better warn you - if it makes me feel anything like tonight did, you'll have one heck of a lot of fucks to pay me back with."

"Good. And you'll do anything I say?"

"Just so long as it doesn't involve kids or animals."

"I'd better send Lassie back," Ben laughed.

I slapped his rump playfully, "Anything else is fine. Any ideas yet?"

I could feel Ben begin to stiffen deep inside me and I gently pushed him out and off. "Sorry, angel, but this is one sore mother." Some pain is just too much for any other form of enjoyment.

"Oh well, just so long as you're ready for the next stage. This weekend?"

"I'll be fine by then," I assured him, "but you still haven't told me what you're planning."

Ben pursed his lips, "You know I love it when other guys see how hot you are?"

"I did notice a certain firmness about you. So I take it I'll be seen?" I was already keen on the idea, and I wanted Ben to know it.

"Yeah, and maybe even touched. That okay?"

I frowned. That was beyond what I'd imagined but there again my very own fantasy had led to me being felt up in that dark alleyway. If it turned Ben on that much then... maybe that was okay, "I... guess it's okay."

I felt Ben stiffen even more against my thigh where he lay next to me, "Oh, ma, you're perfect. Sure you're too sore?"

"My other lips aren't," I scooted back then curled up so my face was close to his slightly sore-looking, but utterly gorgeous cock. As I opened wide and let the head of his member slide deep into the warmth of my mouth I heard him sigh, 'best mum in the world, ever'.

The naughtiest, I thought to myself as I started to move my head back and forward, but I'm pretty sure those right outweigh the wrongs by a million to one. At least a million, I added as my ever-hard son's hands tangled in my hair.

I barely gave a thought to my forthcoming task, but I was pretty sure that I would be getting my Ben super-hard once again.