To Sensitive Men Pt. 01

"You want to keep fucking me, don't you, baby?" I teased. "God yes... oh, god mom. It feels so good to be inside you." Noah looked deeply into my eyes before he leaned in and kissed me with a strange mix of tenderness and passion while he slowly started thrusting his hips. Noah was slowly pulling back and easing forward, softly moaning each time his cock bottomed out, filling my pussy.

I never thought of myself as one of those kinds of women who wanted it 'rough' or talked dirty all the time but the thought of me fucking my own son and just how damn good it felt with his cock inside me, I just couldn't help myself.

"Oh, god yes, Noah. That's it. Fuck mommy." I growled with each thrust, urging him on. "Come on, baby. That's it. Fuck mommy good. Fuck me, baby!" Noah sped up his thrusts and was using a bit more force now.

With my legs wrapped tightly around him and my arms hugging him close to me, mashing my tits against his chest, I became a wild demanding beast.

"Yes, baby, yes! Go, yes... harder. Harder, baby!" I demanded. I put my forehead to his and shouted "Pound mommy's cunt!" As he jackhammered away, seconds away from flooding my pussy again with his potent sperm. My mind was racing, thrilled with the thought of doing something so 'wrong'. But how could it be wrong when everything about Noah spoke to me? And not just at this new and unexpected physical level, but on an emotional one as well.

Whether it was his upbringing or genetics or some other divine intervention, I abruptly realized, without any embarrassment or shame, that Noah was my soul mate. He just had the misfortune of being my son. Or maybe it was fortunate. Whatever it was it didn't matter because I had, in a matter of moments, fallen hopelessly in love with this beautiful man.

Noah himself was grunting and moaning until he let out a mighty grunt and I felt his hot cum warming my already burning pussy. He slammed his cock into me hard, our mounds mashed together. One. My body couldn't take it any more and my vision started to fade at the edges as the most overwhelming orgasm I've ever had took me.

My body seized up as my pussy began squirting all over my son. My starving pussy was clenching to Noah's cock as if my life depended on it. I let out a scream of pure ecstasy and lost control of my arms and legs. I've never had a full body orgasm and I truthfully don't remember much of my first one except an overwhelming sense of pleasure and love. All I know is that I was experiencing heaven, or the next closest thing.

I think it frightened Noah, to see me convulsing while I continued to squirt my pussy cum on him. I felt him start to pull out but I desperately cried "No! Noah! Stay... stay... inside me... ooooh god... please... stay... in... side... meeeee." I begged and he quickly buried himself in me again and held himself there. I was moaning and whimpering while my body trembled with a pleasure I'd never known. My pussy's convulsions were furiously milking his cock for ever last drop of his incestuous cum.

It took almost two minutes before I was able to think straight again. I kissed his cheek and nodded to Noah, letting him know that I was back in control of my body. As he slowly withdrew his softening cock my body gave one last shudder. I could feel a flood of creamy white cum spilling from my pussy.

As I lay panting, Noah looked at me with concern. "Are you okay, mom? I didn't hurt you, did I?" I turned to him and was flooded with emotions. I was about to tell him I was fine when I burst into tears and pulled him tightly to me, hugging him fiercely. I was eventually able to say in his ear "I'm fine, baby. I'm fine. More than fine."

I finally released my death hug on my son and looked at him through watery eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. What you just saw... that was me having an orgasm. The mother of all orgasms. It caught me off guard. God, I've never felt anything like that before. It was incredible."

Relief spread across Noah's face. "That wasn't pee, either. Was it?" he asked.

"No, baby. That was just me squirting. Not many women squirt like that but when they do it means they're having an amazing orgasm. It's how women cum. Sort of. Understand, baby?" Noah nodded and then looked at my pussy as it continued to clench and relax, causing his cum to leak out with every contraction.

"Noah, honey..." I said as I touched his face. "You were beyond amazing. I know this was a lot to handle and you were so brave and, my god, you performed like an Olympic champion. No man has ever made me feel so good... or loved. I'm so proud of you."

Noah had his hand cupped around my breast and was staring at me with the eyes of someone deeply in love. I pulled him in and we kissed for a minute. Tender, loving, sensual kisses.

"I love you, Noah." I said as our lips parted. I knew there was no going back as I realized that I had said 'I love you' thousands of times to Noah, as my son, but now I said it to someone who had become my lover. Noah had been quiet and I asked "How are you feeling, sweetheart? Enjoying your prom so far?" I think he would say overjoyed. The lake of our combined juices on the bedsheet was proof of that. I was trying to keep the conversation going in a direction where I could confess this profound love that Noah had awakened me. Could we find a way to make this work? Would Noah even want this to continue? I would bet 'yes' but...

Noah hesitated. I could always tell when he had something important to say but, Noah being Noah, that wasn't hard to see. "I love you, mom." he said. "I know, baby." I replied. "No, mom. I mean I "love" you."

I suddenly realized what he was trying to say. "Are you saying you're 'in' love with me, honey?" He nodded slowly, his eyes fearful of what I might say next.

"Oh, baby. That's exactly what I wanted to hear." A look of disbelief was on his face. "Really?"

"Yes, Noah. Would it surprise you to know that I've fallen in love with you too?" I told him.

"A little." he admitted. "I didn't think you could... would feel that way." he added, surprised.

"Honestly, neither did I. It's not something I planned on." I paused to think as I gazed in Noah's brown eyes. "I think it's our unique devotion to each other; it's always been just you and me, kid. I think it's what helped make this possible... and why it feels right for us." I softly said.

I went on trying to explain as much to myself as to Noah. "I've always thought of you as my little boy. In a way, I suppose you always will be but tonight..." I sighed. "Tonight was something very special. Magical, like you said. And it wasn't until that moment in your bedroom when I decided to... help you, that I started to see the man you've become."

"I haven't had the best of luck with men. You probably know this." I said.

"I know, mom." Noah agreed with a sympathetic sadness.

I was struggling a little about what I was trying to say. "But something happened. I stopped thinking of you as my son for just a moment and I started thinking of all the things I wanted in a man. And I was surprised to see him standing right in front of me. I saw a tender, caring, loving man. Someone who is my best friend and now... my lover." Noah was riveted. I know he understood what I was saying. We were now traveling the same path together.

"Can I ask you when you started to fall in love with me?" I asked.

"Well, I was in love with you when I was really young, of course. What little boy doesn't want to marry his mom, but then... Uh, it was kind of gradual from about 9th grade... until last year. And I knew."

"Knew what, honey?"

"Knew what real love is. You know, I mean real, grown-up type love. And it was you. You inspire me every day. You always have." Noah said as he looked deep into my eyes.

I could only imagine what it must have been like for him. To be living with someone you adored and could 'never' be with. It must have been torture for him. And yet, he never showed any signs, not a one, that he had these feelings for me. Noah... always ready to do the right thing, even at his own suffering.

I should have guessed though, when he chose Jennifer to be his girlfriend. Her resemblance to me seemed so obvious now. Noah has always been the sweet, thoughtful, kind, considerate boy, actually a man now, that he's always been. He just carried that burden silently and alone.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I wish I'd know sooner. You should have talked to me, honey." I said teary-eyed.

"No. It's okay. Things... worked out. I... I have something I thought I'd never have. I couldn't be happier, mom." And he kissed any regrets away.

"What happens next?" Was Noah's next, million-dollar, question.

Softly stroking his face I said "Well, you'll be sleeping in my bed from now on." which brought a smile to my baby's face. "And you should probably get used to calling me Emma, too." I told him before leaning close to his ear and whispering "But you can still call me 'mommy' when we're fucking." which made Noah chuckle and blush.

"I have one last question for you, Noah."

"Uh huh."

"Will you, Noah Sinclair, be my boyfriend?" I asked. I hoped it sounded like the serious question that it was. I was letting him know that this was going to change our relationship forever from mother and son to lovers.

Gazing into my eyes, Noah answered with just as much seriousness. "Yes... yes, I will. Emma Sinclair, will you be my girlfriend?." I know, could that have been any cheesier? To each other, it was our way of holding our own private commitment ceremony, a binding oath to each other. Physically, emotionally, and in every other way that is meaningful to a man and a woman. I was going to be 'Noah's' woman. That thought sent waves of warmth through my entire body.

"Yes." I said beaming as we kissed again to seal the deal. "We may have to send Jennifer a thank you card. If you two had taken that hotel suite I got for you, none of this would have happened." I joked.

"I'm so happy it did. I guess I owe her." Noah sighed. Then, we looked at each other and said, at the same time "Nah!" and laughed at Jennifer's misfortune.

A little while later I issued my first order to my new boyfriend... "Okay, lover. Let's get cleaned up and ready for bed. I'll run the shower while you strip these soaked sheets and we can put on clean ones."

'Lover... my son. Huh. Not in a million years' I thought smiling.

While we showered I just couldn't help but fuck my beautiful son and new boyfriend one last time as hot water rained over our bodies.

As we fell asleep, naked and wrapped in each others arms, I couldn't help but think of the future. A future with my son, my best friend, my lover. And if everything I hoped for came to pass...