Sexting

seducing their sons. With none of that experience myself, I could tell fumbling with any sort

of sex would be embarrassing. The thought almost made me stop. In fact, a chime from my

phone interrupted my personal dalliances and I rushed to pick it up.

*Jesus mom, I want to see them in person.*

What a thought and the words made me feel wanted in a way that was alien. There was a

hunger for him and I scrolled back to the picture of his dick and enjoyed staring at while I

read a story. This mother blatantly attacked her son for sex after she caught him

masturbating. My phone went off while me toes began to curl.

*That was over the line mom, I'm sorry*

I knew he was anguishing over my silence. Thrilled or not by our sexting, I wasn't ready to

let him see me. Not that the idea wasn't pleasing to me. Somehow the idea of ushering my

son into manhood was making my body heave more in heat. So when my body suddenly

went rigid and my world went to stars it was a surprise.

My sputtering pussy sprayed out in a show of peaking pleasure. I hadn't even realized that I had been stroking myself. As I cooed in drunken pleasure it crossed my mind that for the first time in my life, I had just orgasmed. My bed was a mess and the screen of my laptop was sprayed with liquid. Not that I cared about that. The orgasm relaxed me and I passed out for an hour or two. I was awoken to a knock on my door, and I mumbled out a reply. When the door opened, I was caught naked by my son and panics as I ran into the bathroom screaming for him to get out. He left and eventually I moved back into the bedroom and found my phone.

*What are you doing?*

*Sorry I couldn't help myself. I was worried when you didn't respond.*

*Right? or you wanted to see me naked.*

*That too. By the way mom, super hot!*

I blushed and my heart began racing.

*You didn't get a good look I hope.*

*No, but can I?*

God, he was bold. I liked it too, but it made me really nervous. This could spiral out of

control. *Honey, it would be wrong.*

*Yeah, but I want to. Don't you?*

I sent the yes before I could fully think about the consequences. I was still in my baggy

shirt. It wouldn't take much to invite him up to see.

*What do you like in an older woman?*

*Do you mean, what do I find attractive?*

*Yes.*

He sent a list that was pretty long in what he found attractive in a woman. The ones that

caught my eye were a bald pussy, older and an aggressive woman. The last one terrified

me. I looked down at my snatch and saw the dark hair, unkempt and wild. Embarrassed, I

got up to put clothes on. I texted him that I had to run some errands, and it wasn't too late

to hit Walmart.

Friday night at Walmart meant it was packed. I grumbled to myself as I went through finding

some more form fitting clothes to try out at home. I even bought a nightie that was bright

red, and a few different kinds of underwear. To finish my shopping, I bought a razor and

some shaving cream. Lastly, were some condoms. The young man who rung me up was

uncomfortable and another older female cashier kept smiling at me. Finished, I headed

home and arrived there by ten.

In my bathroom, I realized the folly of trying to shave an overgrown bush with a razor. I had

to find a pair of scissors to trim the forest down. After that, the razor cleared the whole field.

Although it was difficult to shave the back side with only a hand mirror, I liked the look of

my hairless pubic area in the end. My next task was spent researching about sex, and

realizing that I had a lot to learn. Inevitability, I texted my son.

*You still awake?*

*Yeah. How was the store?*

*Good. I bought some new clothes.*

*I would have liked to go with you.*

*Why?*

*To help.*

*Why don't I give you a show? You can tell me downstairs if what I got was good.*

*Alright!*

His excitement

*You can't talk though. You can only text me.*

I sent that last part in an effort to make myself more comfortable.

*Okay.*

Feeling excited, I stripped out of my current out fit and shuddered in the chill of the air. My

nipples stuck out like hard diamonds and already my pussy was growing wet. Fate had

been sealed for the two of us. I put on a red thong, which was completely new to me. I

couldn't decided if the floss between my butt cheeks was uncomfortable or not. Shrugging

it off, I made sure to grab the nightie to be the last thing to show him. Going downstairs, I

put the extra clothes in the bathroom and went out to see him. He was waiting on the

couch when I went downstairs. I saw him staring at me, his mouth agape in awe and it

made me smile. Of course my phone went off by the time I got back to the bathroom.

*Mom, you look amazing!!!*

I don't know why, but I enjoyed the compliment. By the third outfit, I had chickened out of

showing him the nightie. The fourth outfit was a skirt and tight shirt that hugged my c-cup

breasts. He let out an audible gasp. I walked past him to the kitchen and texted him.

*You sound pleased.*

*You looked stunning!*

*Good enough to eat huh?*

*I would!*

*I bet. You want some dessert?*

*Yes!!!*

*Alright, come to the kitchen.*

I was opening the fridge and began digging into it to find something to make for a sweet

snack for him. He deserved a reward for the compliments and for boosting my confidence.

I decided to make homemade ice cream Sundays. Mike came into the kitchen and I was

reaching for the whipped cream when I was suddenly pushed forwards. A protest brewed

on my lips but then something firm pressed up against my butt and a long inhalation. His

face was burined between my cheeks and that realization froze me from doing anything to

stop him.

Hands planted on my cheeks and began rubbing them. The fabric pulled on my things

and soon I could feel a pressure running pleasantly through the fabric. I tired to keep

control but with a shiver, a moan escaped my lips and mike moved the fabric aside.

Cool air barely had time to touch my inflamed before the heat of his face was buried in

my snatch. A gasp sounded around me in the fridge as something wet began licking my

skin and sending shivers through me.

The feeling of his face on my nether region was scary, but it didn't reduce me to tears.

I was gasping, and having a hard time maintaining balance as he licked his way towards my

pussy, making me cum. I couldn't believe he was doing this, and strained a bit when he

tried pushing his tongue into me. When he failed, I felt my labia pull into a vacuum, and

sucking sounds emanated from him. I went completely rigid, and moaned a deep throaty

groan as he sucked in a way that made me dance on my toes. Uncomfortable or now, I was thoroughly enjoying his ministrations. When the orgasm hit me, it was like a sledge had been used to knock the switch that had been keeping me locked away.

As convulsion wracked my body and I screamed my finish into the bowels of the fridge, I experienced my second orgasm of my life. When I came down from it, I found that I was alone. There was no shame in me anymore, just an unbridled lust. With shaking legs, I headed over to get my phone to see where Mike had disappeared to. To my delight, he had already texted me.

*That was some dessert, Mom!*

Heat rose in my cheeks.

*Was it now? You took me by surprise.*

*I thought you offered...*

*To make you dessert, actual dessert!*

*I'm sorry. I just saw you there and thought you wanted me to eat you out.*

I should feel terrible for making him question himself. Poor boy was probably in his room

now beating himself up over taking advantage of the situation. Not that I minded that he

did at all. I wanted it then and now I wanted it more. It amazed how quickly I recovered.

From the few sexual conversations I had ever been apart of, I had once disgustingly heard

many women I knew complain about how sensitive they got after an orgasm. Plenty more

complained about how much effort it took to reach that point. It seemed I had been bless

and with the way my cunt was dripping, I knew that the right opportunity had arrived to

make up for lost time.

*Is that what it's called?*

*Yeah...*

*Why did you leave?*

*Can't talk and I wanted to thank you for such a nice treat*

*Shouldn't I be thanking you?*

*You know where to find me...*

*I do and honestly, your bed isn't appropriate. Come to my room in ten.*

*What about all your hang-ups?

I was moving upstair to my room and stopped by his. Without knocking, I opened the door

and stood in awe at my naked son. A goofy smile broke across his face and I left.

*Come into my room and get under the covers with me. Just know, I am in charge. You

follow my lead. If I stop us, can you obey?*

*Yes.*

*Five minutes and remember, no talking.*

I had no idea really why I gave him so long. Honestly, he could have attacked me in his

doorway and I probably would have let him. Though as I went to the bathroom and cleaned

up my sex, I was glad to have set the rules and venue. No telling if I was going to be okay

with the actual sex part.

Laying in bed, I tried to get my beating heart under control. Butterflies danced in my

stomach while I waited for the last few minutes to tick by. My pussy was well-lubricated

now, mostly because of the absent minded stroking of it. When my door finally opened, I

tried not to gasp as the meter of my desire went from smoldering to full on forest fire. I

heard his steps scuffling slow across the carpet as he navigated in pitch black. Soon the

blanket was bulled away and the bed sank.

We sat like that for ages. Both of us just breathing and getting comfortable of the idea of

what was about to happen. I wonder if its one thing to be eaten out and another for your

son to slide his cock into the place he emerged form eighteen long years ago. That

thought disappeared as I wondered about him.

When I had seen him in his room, his hand had been on his dick and obscuring most of it

from view. I could see the round purple head that looked to be pretty thick. With how much

time had passed since the last dick had been in me, I wondered if it would hurt. He

coughed and it made me smile. Turning towards him, I moved to straddle him.

Two things happened at that moment to convince me that we were made to be lovers.

First, his hands rested on my hips while his appendage slapped up against the canyon of

my ass. Second, we met half way to an awkward attempt at a passionate kiss. We broke the

kiss and went for another attempt. It took a third before we both were comfortable with

kissing. Once we were, my tongue delved into his mouth and we began upping the

passion. Shoot, my hips were moving so much that when he went rigid, I was confused as

to what was happening. Then I felt a warmness leaking through the crevice of my ass from

where he had blown his load.

"Did you just cum?" I asked, breaking the rule of silence.

"I'm sorry," he said with a tiny voice. I could barely hear him.

"You're not supposed to talk. I can think of something else for you to do with that mouth," I

said in a serious tone. Positioning my chest, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him

up to my breasts. He got the message and soon was taking turns suckling each breast and

making me shake. Moaning, I was having a hard time concentrating and was glad that I felt

his dick slap against the inside of my thing while he shifted underneath me. It was hard.

"You ready?" I asked him, know that this was a first for both of us. Had this night been done

right, I would have liked a romantic date before I took his virginity. Something like that

seemed important, but my heating cunt needed him in it. There was no stopping myself.

My hand reached or rather fumbled between us to get his dick. I wasn't even waiting for a

reply while I fished his dick.

I must have been super wet or rather, his cock must have been soaked in either his cum or mine. The head popped into me to the surprise of both of us and I remembered at that moment that he needed to put a condom on. He coughed again as I hung on the precipice of taking the plunge. As he slid in, the pleasure kept me from stopping him. My hungry pussy accepted him with no protest. Maybe I should have been mad at that moment being that he had taken a little control from me, but instead, I found myself eagerly shoving hips downwards. We both sighed in contentment.

"Mike?"

"Yeah mom?"

"How does it feel?"

"Incredible."

It did and I moaned to tell him so as I moved myself along his length. Seconds were only

needed before we were both moaning. My pace was slow and methodical. As new as it

was to me, I wanted to make sure my pussy absorbed nothing but pleasure from now on. I

wanted Mike to wash away all the years of pain and loneliness. I ushered him into

manhood and he, he fixed his mother's heart.

"God Mike," I said breaking a kiss we had been in. "I can't get enough."

"Mom, I can't hold on much longer," he answered back. I had no idea how long we had

been having sex. All I know is that I told him to tell me when he was close. Every time he

did, I stopped moving and enjoyed as he throbbed inside of me.

"You already came once honey, why so fast?"

"I don't know, but it's so damn tight," he exclaimed just as I started to move again.

"It feels like you're splitting me in two," I replied.

We continued on slowly while he held my waist in his hands. Even though I was holding

him off so that I could cum, my other reason was the fear of him finishing inside of me. I

knew he would inevitably, but it was the last plunge in my healing process. That and I was

trying to relax enough to let go myself.

"Mom I'm close again," he cried out and with a smile I continued on. Reveling in his cries of

pleasure I joined him, feeding off the intensity until arched his back. I felt the first spray of

cum hit deep inside of me and as soon as the heat spread, my body let go.

I couldn't do anything as my pussy contracted around his cock, milking him for all he was

worth. It was like the first spray was liquid heroin shooting up. My body was addicted from

that moment on and reveled in its high.

The contractions of pleasure died away inside me and my body finally let go. Collapsing

next to my son, feelings of awe and love began washing over me. My head lay on his chest

and the last thing on my mind was how much trouble the both of us were in. That and surprise at how lenient I had been with Mike and his talking.