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Author's infos Gender: Female Age: 57 Location: New York |
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| Introduction: Mother and son become more intimate as their kinky project heats up | ||
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Mom Needs Son's Help, Ch. 2 of 2 By Kinkybelle I woke up late after the best night of sleep I'd had in months. I stretched beneath the covers enjoying the sensation of my naked skin against the soft sheets. The sight of the camera perched on its tripod at the foot of my bed brought a smile to my face. The events of last night seemed like a fleeting dream. What I thought was going to be a fairly simple matter of making a naughty video for my husband, who had been working abroad for the past eight months, proved to be a series of humiliating failures due to my utter lack of technical ability. Luckily, my son Daniel is a whiz with all things electronic. The unreal part was that I was so hopelessly incompetent that we eventually came to the conclusion that the only way I was going to be able to make my private video was for him to be in the room with me to work the camera and record the whole thing. My seventeen-year-old son was right there watching me in my corset and stockings while I fondled my naked breasts, played with my pussy, and gave myself an orgasm. Not so private after all. What the hell was I thinking? But that wasn't the end of the story. Daniel made the mistake of zooming in on my 'area' at one point during the performance. This would be an obvious tip off to my husband that I wasn't alone when making the video, and that just couldn't happen. He could never know that someone else was there while I performed sex acts on myself, much less our son. If I wanted to follow through on this idea, we would have to re-shoot the video again tonight. The problem was that I was ninety-eight percent sure Daniel was too smart to have made a stupid mistake with the zoom like that, and I suspected he'd done it on purpose just so he would get to see me put on another show. As flattering as it might be, I didn't want him to get away free and clear after pulling a sneaky stunt like that. I put on my robe and went to find Daniel. He wasn't in the kitchen or living room, so I figured he must still be in his bedroom. I knocked lightly, heard him say, 'Come in,' and opened his door. When I looked into my son's room, the shock of a rapid series of conflicting emotions took my breath away. The first thing I noticed was that he was sitting at his desk with his back to me--totally naked! Next, it quickly became apparent by the motion of his right shoulder and arm what he was doing. He was most certainly jerking off. But this was only the half of it. He was saying something, too. "I see you coming, oh yeah, let me see you come..." I realized that was what I'd heard when I thought he said, 'Come in.' He was actually saying 'coming' not 'come in.' The biggest shock came when I saw he had his earphones on and they were plugged into his computer. Playing on his computer screen was a porno video. It took me a second to recognize that the shameless slut in the nasty video my son was watching was actually me! Daniel was watching the video he made of me last night and masturbating to it! My mind reeled. I was horrified and embarrassed beyond rational thought. I felt humiliated and violated. But, underneath that swirl of negative emotions was a stronger surge of exhilaration and lustful delight. My boy had access by way of the internet to literally millions of x-rated videos of millions of hot young things doing any sort of depraved act he could imagine, but instead he chose to watch his own mother's dirty video while he stroked his hard cock. As I quietly back away and closed his door, I felt a longing pang of regret that I wasn't able to get a look at his penis from where I stood. I took a deep breath, and tried to get my thoughts together. Only moments earlier I was on the verge of putting a stop to this perverse video project of ours, and now I could barely contain myself at the thought of getting naked in front of my son again tonight. It was beyond me how something so clearly reprehensible could be so incredibly thrilling. * * * * * The day had seemed to drag by, but when the moment arrived that evening I couldn't believe it came so fast. I think I was even more nervous than the first time. At least the previous night I was able to go into it with the illusion that Daniel wouldn't be looking at his own mother with any real sexual interest. But that illusion was shattered now. I knew that if I could go through with another performance, he would be looking at me as an object of desire. I finished patting myself dry after a nice warm shower. Tonight I decided to change it up and instead of my corset I slipped into a pale blue baby doll nightie. It didn't have cups, but rather a billowy band of sheer fabric that gathered above and below my breasts. The blousy nature of the design made my already mammoth tits look even bigger. And I loved the way my wide pale nipples looked behind the transparent veil. Something about see-through lingerie always seemed sexier than being naked. The gown flowed down over my liberal curves and ended in a frilly hem just below my crotch. It came with a pair of matching panties, but I decided not to wear them. The way my dark patch of pubic hair showed through was perfect the way it was. I stepped into my open-toe, midnight-blue high heels with the dainty little straps to bring it all together. I put my robe on, feeling that I shouldn't reveal myself until the camera was recording, and stepped out of the bathroom. "There's my favorite porn star," Daniel joked. (Or maybe it wasn't a joke.) "No autographs, please, I need to get into character," I said playing the diva instead of scolding him to behave as I should have. "Wearing your hair down this time?" "Thought I'd mix things up," I said and couldn't resist primping and tossing my head just a bit. I could see his eyes already devouring my body as if trying to see through my terry-cloth robe. "Okay, great. Well, I have everything all set up, so whenever you're ready." "Before we do this, I wanted to tell you again how much I appreciate you helping me." I took his hand in mine and gave it a loving squeeze. "It was actually more fun last night than I thought it would be." "How could making a sex video possibly not be fun?" he chuckled. "Maybe when you're scared out of your wits and your own son is watching as you do it!" "Nah, everyone's making sex tapes these days, Mom. You need to lighten up." "Not laughing, funny boy." I shook my head in exasperation, trying to get serious. "Even though it wasn't as traumatic as I thought it might be, I still want this to be it. I want to get this video done tonight, and I don't want there to be any 'accidents' with the camera." I emphasized the word accidents by making air quotes with my fingers. He picked up on the meaning and smiled sheepishly knowing I was onto his scheme. "Okay, Mom, I promise. We'll nail it tonight and forget it ever happened." "Good," I said, knowing this was one experience I'd never forget. "Now let's make sure the first take doesn't get ruined by someone hooting and hollering when I step in front of the camera." I dropped my robe and let him get a good look at me in my negligee. "Oh, fucking hell yes, Mom," he gasped despite himself. "I'm sorry, but I can't help it, lady." His eyes traveled up and down my barely concealed body as I did a little turn in front of him. "I think you're the reason they invented the term MILF." "MILF? What does that mean?" I asked. Even though I'm naturally a brunette, my blond highlights allow me to get away with playing dumb when I need to. "It means a mom I'd like to f..." "Like to what?" "Um...like to fuck." I feigned scandalized shock. "You want to fuck me? Your own mother?" "No! Well...it's just what it stands for, but it's more for like a mom who's hot, you know? I didn't mean..." "I know, honey," I smiled and patted his cheek, letting him off the hook. "But if I wasn't married, and you weren't my son, who knows..." I let that rattle around in his horny little mind for a few moments. "Should we do it?" "Really?" He swallowed hard. "It's what we're both here for," I said a little too seductively, "to make the video." "Yeah...oh, the video. Right." I should have felt guilty for playing with him like that, but for some reason I was feeling especially flirty and couldn't help tormenting him. "Wish me luck, and keep your hands where I can see them," I teased. "Recording in three, two..." he pressed the button. I sashayed over to the bed and crawled onto it. I took my time as I did, unlike before. I let the camera, and Daniel, get a nice long look at my generous derriŠre. One thing I especially liked about my body was that even though I was big I had a smoothness to me that made the extra proportions nice to look at. I wasn't all lumpy, or bumpy, or saggy. Just full round curves and plenty of soft warm flesh. I wiggled my healthy rump and gave myself a little spank before turning around and getting up to my knees and facing the camera. I began as I had on all the other attempts. With my hips swaying, I ran my hands over my thighs, up my sides and to my breasts. As I ostensibly teased my husband, who was supposed be the only one to ever see this, I couldn't help glancing at the front of my son's pants. The butterflies took flight in my tummy when I saw the bulge of his hardness. I continued playing with my tits, then I pulled the top band of my nightie down ever so slowly, revealing my giant nipples like a pair of fleshy pink sunrises. I grabbed each of my nipples with a robust pinch and lifted them upward, pulling the considerable weight of my tits up with them. Daniel's eyes widened at the sight of this little trick of mine, and his mouth fell open when I began jiggling them vigorously as I held my tortured nipples up high. I swear I saw him reaching for his crotch, then stopping himself when he realized what he was doing. I once again felt the tickle of my pussy juice trickling down the inside of my thigh. I'd purposely held back from touching myself all day, so I was primed and ready to get myself off. I lifted the hem of my negligee and displayed my pussy. It was a fairly tame display, more Playboy than Hustler, but I felt so totally exposed doing it in front of my son. I reached down and my pussy squelched when my fingers infiltrated the drenched folds of my womanly center. Once I touched myself down there, I was off and running. I became lost in an incoherent flood of sensations. My fingers rubbing my clit, the pinch on my nipple, the sight of my son's constrained erection, the shudder up my back, the feathery touch of my lingerie sweeping against my ass, three fingers buried in my pussy hole, the gathering storm of my approaching climax, Daniel's broad shoulders and strong hands, the bouncing of my tits as I fucked my fingers like I usually only did when no one was watching, and then it was upon me. The all-encompassing sensation of orgasm bloomed around my plunging hand and spread throughout my body in an instant. The world ceased to exist in that split second, and all I knew was the glorious euphoria of every nerve being bathed in undiluted pleasure. It was over all too fast. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and resisted putting them to my lips. I didn't want Daniel to see me doing something as nasty as tasting my own juices. Once my faculties fell back into place, I looked at the camera and gave a little wave, then climbed off the bed and moved out of the frame. Daniel stopped the recording, and as before made his opinion known with a round of enthusiastic applause. "That was absolutely smokin', Mom!" he said excitedly as he navigated the camera to playback mode, knowing I'd want to see it right away. "Dad is going to spank himself raw when he sees this." It struck me funny hearing him talk about his father that way. "If it came out half as good as it felt, then I think we got it that time," I said and moved over close to my son so I could see the finished product. I pulled my negligee up over my tits, but I didn't bother to cover up with the robe this time. "Here we go," Daniel announced and pressed play. We watched the video on that tiny little screen, our faces practically cheek to cheek. His shoulder was pressed against mine and I could smell the light scent of his sweat. When I saw myself in the early throes of orgasm, I began to feel more self-conscious. I didn't realize I was so intensely into it, and my son saw it all. Then I noticed something and my heart sank. "I hate to say this," I said as the sound of me moaning got louder. "But something looks a little off to me." "The lighting's good, you're awesome, no odd camera moves--" Then he noticed it, too. He went back to the beginning and played it again in fast forward where it was even more obvious. "You keep looking at something off screen." "Yes, you. You kept distracting me." "Me? What did I do?" "Oh, I don't know, Captain Boner." He looked down and took note of his own obvious bulge. He tried to tuck it down, but it only made it more prominent. "I'm sorry, Mom. But it's hard...I mean, it's difficult not to, you know, with you looking all sexy and touching yourself like that." "I know," I sighed. "It's my fault for looking, not yours." "Maybe if he asks, you can just say there was a monitor there and you were looking at yourself to make sure you were in front of the camera." "I don't think so. Your father knows better than anyone what a ditz I am with gadgets. He'd know I wouldn't be able to arrange a set up like that." Though I tried to inject an exasperated tone into my voice, I was more than a little happy about the situation. "We're just going to have to try again." "Sure," he was quick to agree. "No problem." Daniel reset the camera and got it ready to record again. "But I'm thinking that I'll be distracted again unless you do something about 'Mister Happy' down there." "Maybe I could cover up with something?" "No, I'd still know it was there." I acted as though I was trying hard to think up a solution. "Maybe if you 'relieve' yourself that will take care of the problem." "You mean masturbate to get rid of my hard-on?" "There's no being subtle with you, is there?" "Okay, I guess, if that's what it takes." He headed for the door. "Where are you going?" "I'm going to jack off like you said." "Now wait a minute," I said, putting my hands on my hips while at the same time being very aware that Daniel could clearly see my tits and pussy through my nightie. "You've seen me play with myself twice now. Maybe I should get a turn to see you." "Yeah, right," he scoffed and continued for the door. "Hey, hold on. I'm serious." "You want me to jerk off in front of you?" "Why not? I jerked off in front of you. It's only fair, don't you think?" "Well...okay, I guess." The blush was back on his cheeks, but I could tell by his body language that he was more than willing. "You want me to do it right here?" "No," I said and noticed my clit begin to throb with anticipation. "Get naked and get on the bed like I did." "I have to get naked?" I held out my arms, indicating my own current state of exposure. He nodded in consolation to my irrefutable argument. He shrugged and pulled his shirt off over his head. I marveled at his well-defined chest and flat stomach. I'd seen it all before, of course, but I now saw his body in a whole new way. Daniel undid his jeans and pulled them down, kicking them away and tugging off his socks. He was just in boxers, his erection poked out more noticeably now that it was no longer restrained by his pants. My son looked at me, and I looked at him. An unspoken acknowledgement passed between us in that moment. He did want to fuck me, and I wanted to fuck him. It was nothing more than animal lust. But we both knew it could never happen. Seeing each other naked and watching as we pleasured ourselves was one thing, but it could never be more than that, despite our lustful urges. Daniel pulled down his boxers and his cock sprung free. And it was spectacular. I expected it to be like his father's, but it wasn't. It was much wider at the base and tapered gracefully toward the head. I immediately knew how good it would feel if he drove it all the way into me, stretching my hole out as his full girth filled me completely. Like his father, he was circumcised, but his cock head was larger, flaring like an exotic mushroom cap. His pee hole caught my attention as it seemed fairly large and gaped open unlike any of the limited number of penises I'd seen before. There was a tell-tale glistening of pre-cum just beneath that alluring opening. His balls hung large and loose underneath. And it appeared they were shaved. Something I'd never encountered before. It sent a little chill up the crack of my ass and along my spine. It was all I could do to keep myself from falling to my knees and taking my boy's huge cock in my mouth and loving it until he spilled his seed onto my tongue. "Not so easy," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "is it?" He gave a nervous laugh and confirmed my instructions. "On the bed?" "Yep, show us your stuff, stud." He went to the bed and sat down. I couldn't help but notice he wasn't so quick with the jokes now. He slid himself back until he was on the spot where I'd recently made myself come. "Okay. Here I go." Daniel wrapped his hand around his shaft and gave it a few slow strokes, looking down at himself rather than at me. I reached over and pressed the record button. "Whoa, wait. What did you just do? The red light is on." "You said you wanted to record a message for Dad, didn't you?" "Come on, Mom," he complained. "Stop messing around." "Now, now," I said firmly and looked him in the eye. "It's only fair that I have something to watch while I'm sitting naked in my bedroom some morning, and playing with myself in front of the computer." It took him a second, but he got my message loud and clear. He just smiled and shook his head, knowing he'd been caught. "So now all of the sudden you're the expert videographer?" he grumbled good-naturedly. "I've been watching and learning. Now quit stalling and do something about that monster hard-on of yours so we can get back to work." He laughed nervously and resumed his tentative stroking. I looked at my handsome young boy, laid out on my bed, his long muscular legs stretching toward me, propped up on one arm, and his big cock in his fist. As I took it all in I realized this was the first time I'd actually had a man masturbating for me. I'd obviously seen my husband pull out of me and jerk himself a few times and come onto my belly, or pull out of my mouth and finish on my face, but not like this. It might seem like a small thing, but it aroused me like nothing else to suddenly be the one who was the audience being played to, rather than being the performer. I felt like I owned him, and his pleasure was solely for my amusement. "That's it, Daniel," I heard myself saying. "Rub it for me." He smiled and opened his legs a little as he relaxed into it. It was delicious how his balls swayed in rhythm with his hand. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to feel them in my mouth. I wanted to sniff their manly odor. "Show me how you like to jerk off," I said, unable to keep quiet. "I want to see my boy masturbate his hard penis." Daniel squirmed at hearing my nasty encouragement and stroked himself a bit faster. "Not too quick, dear, I want this to last." My hand was on my breast, massaging it and increasing the good feelings my son's display was creating within me. "You have such a nice penis, Daniel." "Thanks, Mom," he said with a telling rasp in his voice. "Your body is so sexy, it gets me really hard." "Is that so?" I teased. "Do my big titties get my boy excited?" I pulled the gauzy top of the negligee down once again and exposed my naked breasts to him. "Oh God, yes," he moaned. "Your tits are amazing, Mom." I lifted them and let them drop, knowing how much he liked it when I did that the previous evening. "You like jerking off to my huge boobs? Are you going to make your beautiful cock come while you look at your mom's naked titties?" "I am," he panted. "Holy shit, I really am." "But what about the rest of me?" I tugged at my baby doll nightie and it fell to the floor around my ankles. I stepped out of it toward my son. I stood before him completely naked and ran my hands all over my body. "Fuck, Mom, you are so goddamned hot. Can I see your ass again?" "You want to see my big, juicy ass?" I was so out of control, and I didn't give a damn. "I'll show my sweet boy whatever he wants to see to make his big penis come." I turned around, bending over, rocking my hips back and forth. I rubbed my cheeks and gave myself a nice hard spank before turning back around, not wanting to miss any of my private show. "How was that?" "Mom, I want to fuck you so bad right now." "I know you do, darling." I couldn't believe he said it out loud. My pussy clenched with desire when I heard him say those words. "I would love to have you inside me, but we can't do that. We can watch each other, though. Okay?" "Yes...yes, we can." "Play with your balls for me, baby." I reached down between my legs, no longer able to withstand the aching need calling to me. "Squeeze those big balls for your mother." He used his free hand to immediately comply with my request. Daniel fondled his balls, cupping them, then pinching the loose skin of his scrotum, pulling it downward and stretching it. It looked so painful, but he seemed to be taking great pleasure from it. "I'm going to come, Mom!" he groaned suddenly. "That's right, honey, make your cock come for me." I increased the pace of my own masturbation. I was driving two fingers into my hole with one hand, and strumming my stiff clit with the other. All the while my eyes never left my son's thrashing cock. "I'm coming! I'm coming, Mom! I'm...ahhhhhh!" He lifted his hips and gave his cock a mighty series of rough pulls. His balls jerked up tight to his body. My own orgasm began to crest at that exact moment. A blast of white cum flew from his cock and landed way up high on his throat. The second shot went nearly as far. I felt myself peak and suddenly my every sense was assaulted with another overwhelming explosion of ecstasy. Daniel cried out in delirious agony and pulled another spurt of thick semen out of his cock, then another, and another. My God, it was glorious. Watching his whole body spasm as more and more cum sprayed out and coated his naked belly. I had to drop to my knees, and I continued pounding away at my pussy in order to bring along the next orgasm that was riding close on the heels of the last one. My son gritted his teeth and grunted, milking the last few drops out and letting them dibble down over his knuckles. "You came so much, baby! Look at all the beautiful cum you made for me! My pussy is going to come again! I'm going to make my pussy come again so hard!" I screamed like I hadn't done in many long years. "Fuck my pussy! Yessss! Uuuunnnngggghhhh!" I shuddered uncontrollably as my last and most intense orgasm took hold of me. I knelt on the floor, both my hands pressed tight to my pussy, eyes locked on my only son's gorgeous cock, and I rode out the successive waves of bliss in that position. After a moment, Daniel moved to sit up. I grabbed his foot before he could. "No, don't move," I told him. "I don't want anything to get on my sheets. Wait right there." I got myself up on unsteady legs and retrieved a towel from the bathroom. I sat down next to my son and dabbed the towel to his chest and stomach. As I carefully cleaned the spent cum from him, I noticed his erection was still as strong as when he'd started. So much for my plan of 'relieving' the pressure. His cock jumped and a fresh dribble of semen oozed from his opening. Without thinking, I took a hold of his shaft with my thumb and forefinger, held it upright, and wiped the sperm from the tip. Daniels cock spasmed again at my touch, issuing a bit of frothy residue this time. I was tempted to lick it away, but I used the towel before I could give in to this impulse. "Did I miss any, sweetheart?" I asked. My motherly tone sounded wholly out of place. He held up his chin and I could see some pearly liquid running down the sides of his neck. "My goodness, honey, you almost came on your own face," I giggled. "I had some great inspiration," he said, and I felt his hand slide up and cup one of my dangling breasts. I sucked in a quick breath, and nearly melted at the feel of his firm hand grasping my long neglected flesh. I regained enough presence of mind to give him a little slap on the arm. "None of that, now." I was relieved when he respected my light rebuke. If he hadn't, I don't think I would have had the willpower to resist him. "You know the camera is still recording, right?" "Oh, shit!" I jumped up and managed to get it to stop. Standing there in my bedroom, totally naked, with all the lights on and my son sprawled out on my bed with an undiminished erection, I just had to laugh. "What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?" I wondered aloud. "I don't know," Daniel answered with a sly smile, "but whatever it is, I like it." * * * * * We agreed that there was no point in trying again that night to shoot the video for my husband, and we were simply going to have to make another go at it the next evening. I can't say I was the least bit disappointed. I was beginning to question my insistence on us returning to our normal mother and son relationship after we finished this twisted little project of ours. Maybe it would be okay if we continued until his father came home. Nothing serious, just a little harmless showing off for each other. It's not like we were really even having sex together. If you thought about it, we were only doing the things we'd be doing anyway in the privacy of our own bedrooms, it's was just that we happened to be doing those things in the same room. Would it really be so bad to do that together from time to time? A little unconventional, I'll admit, but not the worst thing in the world. Daniel was off at an orientation for college, so I had the house to myself for the day. I had just finished putting in a load of laundry when the phone rang. My stomach knotted. Was this the call? The one where they calmly explained that there had been an unfortunate incident. A hostage situation gone bad, a roadside I.E.D., a suicide bomber in the hotel. I got to it before the third ring, praying it was a telemarketer. It was Judy, from human resources at Bill's company. The company never called him at the house, they always got in touch with him using his cell phone. I lost all strength in my legs and dropped down onto the sofa. There was a sudden nausea and my heart raced. I wanted to hang up before she could say anything more, but I couldn't move. A wave of relief flowed over me like a cold breeze when it turned out it was only a matter of Bill needing to sign some insurance papers ahead of an impending deadline, but Judy hadn't been able to get a hold of him. Then she said something very odd. She mentioned that she was expecting to get our answering machine since she thought Bill and I were supposed to be in Hawaii for two more weeks on our vacation. Being married to a security specialist for so many years made me naturally wary, so I instinctively told her that we had to cut our trip short and that Bill had dropped his phone in the ocean and hadn't gotten the new one yet. She nattered on about forms, and overnight deliveries, but it was only so much background noise to me at that point. I don't remember finishing the conversation as my mind went into overdrive, examining a thousand minute details culled from the past year, trying to make sense of what something deep inside of me already knew. It seemed I had some work to do. * * * * * I stepped out of the bathroom after taking longer than usual to get myself ready. It had been a long day, and I wanted tonight to be special. Underneath my robe I had on a lacey purple bra and panty set that I knew Daniel would greatly appreciate. "Hey, Mom," he said, grinning like the horny teenager he was. "Gorgeous, as always." "Thanks, lover boy." I smiled, hoping he did detect the underlying stress I was feeling. "Ready for another try?" "Are you kidding? I'm getting to be a regular pro at this by now," I joked, feeling comforted just being near Daniel. "But we need to figure out a strategy first." "Okay, what's the plan?" "I ruined yesterday's video because I was too distracted by the huge bulge in your pants." "Which you caused," he interjected. "Guilty as charged. But I think I had it backwards when I thought you had to take care of yourself to relieve the problem." "Yeah, that didn't quite solve the 'problem,' did it?" "That's why I was thinking that it's me that needs to get it all out of my system." "How do you mean?" "Maybe if I see you do what you did last night before we shoot, I will be able to focus on the camera instead of you." "You want me to put on a jerk off show for you so you won't be distracted by my cock?" "Basically, yes." "Worth a shot." Daniel was stripping out of his clothes before I could say another word. By the time he got onto my bed, he was already most of the way hard. This time he got up on his knees, mimicking the position I had been using for all my attempted video shoots. "Do you need some inspiration?" I asked in a sultry voice. "Show me the mommy!" he cheered a la Jerry Maguire. I slowly untied my frumpy robe as he got a firm grip on his cock. I turned my back and dropped the robe off my shoulders, then looked back and gave him a seductive wink. I let the robe fall away and he was treated to a view of me from behind. With my bottom thrust toward him, I ran my fingers up under the edges of my purple panties along the curve of my butt. I grabbed both my cheeks and gave them a few playful squeezes. "How's that? Does that get you hard?" "Mom, your ass is amazing. I'm so fucking hard right now." "You are? Let me see." I went and sat on the corner of the bed to get a closer look. My son's eyes were locked onto my voluptuous cleavage that was accentuated significantly by my sexy bra that lifted my breasts and pushed them together. "Show me how hard you are." He proudly displayed himself to me, and I was once again taken with his size and shape. It had been over eighteen years since I'd seen a man's cock other than my husband's, and it made me feel like a virgin on her wedding night. "Oh, Daniel," I gushed, "it's so beautiful. Your penis looks so good to me." "Do you want me to come for you, Mom?" "Yes, honey, play with your big penis and make it come." He began pumping himself for me. My eyes were glued to his swollen head bobbing right in front of me, and that tantalizingly gaping cum hole of his. I wanted to push the tip of my tongue in there. "You like that, Mom? You like watching me masturbate?" "I do," I breathed. "It makes me so wet." "Where?" he prodded. "My pussy," I said, knowing he wanted to hear me talking filthy. "Seeing you jerk off your cock makes my pussy all wet. I can't believe looking at my son masturbate makes me want to fuck my fingers like crazy. "Show me your tits, Mom. I have to see your nipples." I was more than happy to fulfill with his request. I reached into my bra and scooped out one of my voluminous breasts and let it flop free. I repeated the maneuver with the other one so that both my tits were fully exposed to him. "You like Mommy's giant titties, don't you, sweet heart?" "They're the best I've ever seen in my life. I want to suck them so bad. I want to rub my cock all over them." "Mmm, that sounds good." I took a hold of one of my breasts, squeezed and lifted in such a way that I was able to bring my nipple to my lips. I reached out with my tongue and gave my stiff nub a lick. I licked around the circumference of my nipple, then sucked it into my mouth. "Oh, fuck, Mom, that's so hot!" "Such a nasty boy," I teased him. "Getting off on watching your mother suck her own tits." I lifted the other one and kissed my nipple before suckling it as well. "I going to come," he grunted. "Don't come on the bed, honey," I said urgently and he cupped his hand under the end of his penis. "No, not like that. Come on my boobs!" I squished them together and provided him with the ideal target. "Oh God, yes!" He shuffled closer to me, his hand working his cock fast and furious, and aimed himself directly between my breasts. In only a matter of seconds he was shooting jets of hot cum forcefully onto my chest. I almost came myself as the gooey fluid splashed onto my naked skin and began oozing downward. "My nipple," I pleaded. "Get some on my nipple." Daniel redirected his cock lower and ended up pressing the tip of it against one of my wide nipples and unleashed a small spurt of semen directly onto it. He moved to the other one and rubbed the tip of his penis against that nipple as the last remnants of cum leaked out of his cum hole. I felt so alive. Alive like I don't think I've ever felt before in my entire life. "Holy shit, Mom. Thank you. That was...I don't even know how to say it!" "It was great for me too, honey, but now it's my turn. Hurry and get me a towel." While he dashed off to the bathroom, I couldn't help but lick up a dab of his cum off one of my tits. I got a shiver that ran all through my body when my son's salty flavor filled my senses. I couldn't wait until I'd be able to get an entire mouthful of it. He returned and I cleaned up real quick, then threw the towel aside. "Let's get this show on the road," I said excitedly, wanting to get started before Daniel could think about putting his clothes back on. I tucked my tits back into my bra, and got to my starting position. He stood at the camera naked and counted down, then pressed record. This time my 'foreplay' was quick. I wasn't making this video for my husband any longer. This was for me, and for Daniel. I stripped out of my bra, and played with my breasts for a few moments. Then I lay on my back and slipped off my panties. I took a deep breath, and opened my legs. Wide. Daniel covered his mouth with his hand, fearing he might make a sound at the sight suddenly revealed to him. The previous two nights I was up on my knees and when I played with my pussy, my hand pretty much hid everything. This was the first time I was exposing myself to my son this explicitly. But there was more. I reached down and toyed with the meaty flaps of my inner lips that jutted out from between my crease. I then spread myself open using both hands. My pink inner secrets were unveiled to my stunned boy. He could see my clit, my generous pussy lips, and my dripping wet hole. My body writhed with anticipation as I ran my fingers through my moist flesh. I pinched the edges of my big, fat pussy lips and pulled them apart, delighting in the raw perversion of displaying my cunt like this to my own son. I followed this by plunging a finger into my eager hole, followed quickly by another. I pumped myself for a few moments, then brought my soaked fingers up to my lips. I shamelessly licked and sucked my own juices from them, no longer afraid of Daniel seeing me as anything other than a sexual beast. When I looked over at him, the sweet dear was playing with himself again. He was struggling to do it quietly, but he was staring longingly at my open pussy and stroking his wonderfully persistent cock. I couldn't hold back any longer. "Daniel, come here. I need you." He didn't hesitate for a second and came to the side of the bed. "What is it, Mom?" "Touch me, Daniel. I need you to touch my pussy." I once again spread myself open. "Mom...are you sure?" He wanted this so badly, yet he still asked. "Yes. Put your fingers inside me. I need this." He didn't ask a second time, and with a shaking hand he reached down and pushed his middle finger into my pussy. My whole body reacted with the sudden shock of pleasure that simple act ignited within me. I grabbed his wrist and pushed his finger deeper into me, then began humping against it. "More, Daniel," I moaned, and he added a second finger. I fucked his hand a little more, then begged him again, "One more." He added a third finger and I could finally feel that tight fit I was striving for. "Yes, that's it. Fuck me with your fingers, baby." I doubted my son had been with many girls like this, but he seemed to know what he was doing and was handling my pussy quite well. He jammed his fingers into me, twisting them at just the right time, withdrawing them the perfect amount, then plunging them back in with the ideal speed and force. I was in my own personal paradise. "You're going to make me come. Don't stop! Make me come!" I cried. Daniel continued to work my pussy, never missing a beat, and I clenched my inner muscles around his thrusting fingers as the rush of my orgasm unfurled and energized my movements to greater levels of intensity. "Oh, yesss! I'm commmming!" My scream filled the room and it felt so liberating to let loose like that. I rode out the electrified sensations sparkling throughout my groin, but I wasn't sated. "Geez, Mom, you're so wet," my son marveled at the almost ridiculous amount of pussy juices flowing from me. "Taste me," I whispered. He slid his fingers gently out from between my legs, brought them to his mouth, and tasted my most intimate essence. His eyes fluttered as if he was experiencing true rapture. "Taste me," I whispered again, more insistently this time and held myself open. He looked down at me, and I nodded to confirm his silent question. Daniel moved so he could easily get down between my thighs. I could feel his breath on my enlivened flesh as he paused a moment to behold the delights he was about to feast upon. His mouth descended, settling softly over my pussy. That was all it took to put me on the verge of another shattering orgasm. My son kissed my clit. My own boy's mouth was actually on my pussy. The reality of such a thing was almost beyond imagining, and yet it was happening. It was happening because I wanted it to happen. Because I needed it. I needed his love, and his tenderness, and his cock. I needed him to remind me what it was like to be a woman. A woman who could give ultimate pleasure, and was worthy of receiving the same in return. His tongue glided over my sex, and I was his woman. "Oh, Daniel, that feels so good. Lick my pussy, baby. Lick it all over." His movements were unsure but enthusiastic. My son was obviously not very experienced at giving a woman oral satisfaction, which made it all the more exciting. I wanted to believe mine was the first pussy he'd ever had his mouth on. I was so close to coming that it didn't really matter how practiced he was. I was about to come on my sweet Daniel's face regardless of his lovemaking skills. "Suck my pussy," I begged him on. "Suck your mother's pussy! I'm going to come in your mouth! I want to come in my baby boy's mouth! I want to come!" I grabbed hold of his head, lifted my legs and pressed his mouth firm to my cunt. I humped his face, heedless of any discomfort I might be causing him. He may not have been able to breathe, but I had to get this out. I was going to come, and come hard! "Fuck, there it is!" I yelled. "Right there! I'm coming, coming, commmming!" I beat the mattress with a clenched fist as my orgasm assailed my every muscle, nerve, and emotion simultaneously. I screamed, and screamed again. It was like a living creature inside me fighting to get out. I was transported to a place I'd never known. It was a beatific delirium that held the promise of purity and renewal. I was never one for new age foolishness, but I actually felt I'd achieved a moment of transcendence. My body collapsed back down to the bed. I had apparently arched myself up onto my feet and shoulders. I gulped for air and waited for the flashing colors to fade from my vision. My fingers were twined in Daniel's hair as he lapped at my saturated vagina. I luxuriated in the carnal sensations my son was giving me and embraced the glowing feeling that incomparable orgasm had awakened in me. I felt somehow cleansed. All the worry, the stress, and the guilt of the last eight months had been washed away. All the years of loneliness and self-doubt were a bad dream that faded with the light of new dawn. I would be the first person to laugh if any woman told me she had such a revelatory awakening as the result of a single orgasm, but I knew this was a turning point for me. I was ready to embrace my life like I'd never had the clarity and strength to do before. Starting now. "Daniel, I love you so much," I said, feeling the truth of those words stronger than the first time I spoke them in the hospital the night he came into my world. "Your mouth feels good on my pussy, baby." I didn't want him to stop, but there was something I wanted more. "I want your mouth on my nipples." He responded by kissing his way up through my pubic hair, over my rounded belly, and to my enormous breasts. Daniel latched onto a nipple and sucked my delicate flesh into his mouth. It felt incredible. But almost as tantalizing was the occasional touch of his erection against the inside of my naked thigh. I prayed he wanted it as much as I did. "Daniel," I moaned, running my hands over his broad shoulders and strong back, "I want you to make love to me." He reluctantly abandoned my nipple and looked up at me. "Mom?" "Yes, honey, I want you inside me." I searched his eyes, looking for any trace of revolt, or anger, or distress. What I saw was fiery passion, tinged with confusion. "But Dad..." "Do you trust me?" I took his face lovingly in my hands. "Be honest. Do you trust me completely?" "Of course, you're my mother." "Then believe me when I say it will be all right. If you want me--if you want to make love to me--then take me." "I do want you, Mom. I want you so much it hurts." Daniel looked down at me. He licked his lips, his expression clearly showing the inner turmoil of his dilemma. I held my breath, not wanting to put any more pressure on him than I already had. His face relaxed, the stressful expression faded away. He leaned down and touched his lips to mine in a long tender kiss. "I trust you," he whispered and entered me in a single, smooth thrust of his hips. My son's cock was in my pussy. He kissed me harder, and pushed himself as deep into me as he could. It nearly brought tears to my eyes. "I'm going to come," he whimpered as if in apology. I quickly wrapped my legs around him, and grabbed his buttocks, holding him inside me with all my strength. "It's okay," I assured him, "come inside me. I promise it's okay. Come in my pussy, baby." He grunted and strained hard into me. I felt his body convulse with each spurt of cum he unleashed within my pussy. "That's it, baby. Fill me up. Fill my pussy with your cum." When his body finally relaxed, and he'd emptied every remaining drop of his semen deep inside me, he looked at me with watery eyes. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to be that quick. It just felt so good, I--" "Oh, darling," I interrupted, "please don't be sorry. I've never felt anything as perfect as that in my whole life. I mean it." "It feels perfect for me, too." I drew him back down to me and we kissed once again. We kissed like lovers. Lips and tongues propelled by love and passion. It wasn't long before he was moving inside me. "Daniel, your cock fits me like it was made for my pussy." "It's the most amazing thing I've ever felt." He lifted himself up and looked down at our naked bodies joined together, as if he had to actually see it to believe it. "I've only done this once before, Mom, so say if I'm not doing it right." "You doing it just right, baby." My son made slow love to me. I blessed the resilient power of youth and reveled in the pleasures his hardness was coaxing from every part of my womanhood. He experimented with long deliberate thrusts using his entire shaft, then small quick jabs with just the head of his cock at my opening. He pushed himself deep and was grinding into me, pressing just right against my hard clit as he did. "You fuck me so good," I gasped. I felt myself losing touch with reality. My son's cock became the only thing I could focus on. It was the only thing that had any meaning to me. "You fuck my cunt so good, baby." "I want to make you come, Mom," he breathed into my ear. "I'm ready. Give it to me." With that I set my feet firmly on the bed and used the leverage to thrust myself down onto him. He responded to my movements, and was soon matching my rhythm. We fell into perfect sync, and I wanted to scream and laugh and cry all at the same time. To feel a man on top of me like this was incredible enough, but for it to also be the one person I loved more than anyone in the world took it to heights I couldn't even describe. "That's it, fuck me hard. Fuck my pussy good and hard, baby." "Like this?" he said with a growl in his voice and drove himself into me. "Oh, yes. Fuck me!" "You like my cock inside you?" "Yes!" "You like when I fuck your pussy hard with my cock?" "Yes, Daniel, harder!" We were going at it like mad. He slammed his huge cock into my pussy with strong, almost punishing, strokes. It was rough and it was fierce, but I wanted it even harder! "Come on my cock, Mom! Fucking come all over my cock!" "Yes! Fuck my cunt! Make me cum! Make my cunt come with your cock!" My huge tits were flying loosely in all directions like big fleshy sacks of pudding. The sloppy wet noise of my pussy being fucked increased the thrill for me. Daniel's big balls slapped against my ass, making an enticing staccato sound. I felt the tunnel vision closing in and knew I was about to come. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck my cunt harder! Almost there, almost there..." He gripped my shoulders and intensified his already powerful efforts, fucking me harder than I could remember ever being fucked. I was in absolute heaven! "I coming, Mom!" he groaned through the exertions. "I'm going to come again!" "Come with me, baby!" I screamed, barely able to get the words out. "Come with me!" We both achieved orgasm at almost the same moment. His began first, and it was the final inducement I needed to put me over the edge as well. His cock penetrated to its extreme limit, and my pussy clamped around the thick base of it in a convulsion of ravenous possession. My cunt owned that cock! Daniel crumpled on top of me, exhausted and spent. I accepted the weight of him gratefully as I ran my hands over his sweat-soaked back. I held him inside me, feeling as if we were a single entity bonded within the warm depths of my vagina. It may have been as long as ten minutes before my son's cock began to soften. He rolled off of me and I couldn't resist taking his half-hard penis into my mouth. I tasted the mixture of his cum and mine and sucked up every trace of it I could find, even licking some from his balls. That's when I noticed the little red light on the camera. I smiled, pleased with the fact that our first time together had been captured on video. I got up and stopped the recording. "Oh, shit," Daniel cursed. "I knew you were up to something. Now you're going to blackmail me, aren't you?" "That's right." I caught some of the cum now dribbling out of my pussy and smeared it across my nipples. "If you don't lick my nippies clean, I'm posting this video on the internet so everyone will know that you fucked your own mother." He smiled at me as I got onto the bed and mounted his hips. "I guess I'd actually be worried if I thought there was even a chance you could open a browser, much less post a video." "Shut up and do as you're told, young man." I let my cum-covered titties hang down over his face, then lowered a nipple into his mouth. He didn't balk, and gladly suckled me, cleaning away the daubs of our co-mingled cum with his tongue. As he did that, I managed to tuck his semi-hard penis into my pussy as I straddled him. "Mom," he said, taking his mouth away from my breasts. "What brought all this on? I mean, it's easily the best thing that's ever happened in my life, but I thought you said we were only going to look and not touch." "Are you sure you want to have this conversation while your cock is in my pussy?" He gave me a 'why not' shrug, even as I could feel him growing harder inside me. "Well, I got a strange call from your father's office this afternoon." "Is Dad all right?" "He's in Hawaii." I couldn't help but turn my hips and grind my pussy down onto Daniel as I talked. His expression was an odd combination of confusion and placid elation. "What's he doing there?" "I have to assume that's where his girlfriend wanted to go, since your father has always hated the beach." "Dad's cheating on you?" The consternation in his voice stood in bizarre contrast to him taking hold of my hips and pressing himself up into me upon hearing this news. "I had to do some checking, but he's been back in the States for over a month. New York City for a few days, then a couple weeks in California. Ooo, that feels good right there." "And now he's in Hawaii?" "I called his room, and a woman answered." "And you're certain about this?" he asked as his hands slid down to caress my ass. "I may be a dummy when it comes to technology, but I'm a master when it comes to using a telephone to find out what I need to know. You may find it hard to believe, but I did have a life before I became a stay-at-home mom. I was working at the company when they hired your father. That's how we met. My specialty was giving good phone." I fondled my breasts as I continued to ride his cock. "I can't believe you're going to make me come again already." "Does this make me your rebound guy?" "Maybe a little," I admitted, not really having thought of it in those terms. "All I know is that something happened to me over the past couple of days that I never expected. The only thing holding me back was my marriage to your father. I suspected him of cheating a few times in the past, but I convinced myself I was just being paranoid." "Why would he do that when he already has the perfect woman?" "Don't get carried away, sport, I'm far from perfect. But I think we've learned today that people are capable of doing just about anything--even things they never imagined they could do." "What does this mean, then...for us?" "It means I'm going to fuck you a little faster now and have another mind-blowing orgasm." "And after that?" "It's just as much your decision as it is mine, but I want more of this." "I do, too." "Then, for now, we can go on making each other feel good, and see where it takes us." "That sounds good, Mom. That sounds really good." "I'm glad you think so. Now be quiet, and let Mommy finish fucking your brains out." * * * * * Annoyed at the interruption, Bill hastily pulled on the complimentary hotel bathrobe to cover his nakedness and answered the door. It was a bellman with a FedEx package. Bill snatched the package from the boy and sent him away without a tip. He went back into the room where Fahimah waited for him on the bed, naked except for the leather harness of her strap-on dildo--the shaft glistening with a fresh coating of lube. "Who is it?" she purred in her heavily accented English. "Just a package?" "But no one is knowing you are here, yes?" Bill was ready to toss the package aside, but she had a point. He checked the sender's address. "Oh, shit." He tore open the package and pulled out a clear jewel case. "What is it?" "Looks like a DVD." "Put it on video machine, I want to see." "No, I don't think that's a good idea." "You don't say no to me, little man. Play it or you no get my cock in your dirty man pussy." "Yes, Mistress." Bill reluctantly put the DVD in the player and turned on the TV. "Who is it, this woman?" "That's my wife," Bill explained gloomily. "Very beautiful. And the handsome young man?" "My son." "Hmm...you have sexy family at your home." "Only if you consider uptight, conservative and boring to be sexy." "Oh, look. Why are they becoming naked?" "What the fuck?" "She have such big beautiful tits. And you son have nice cock, no?" "What the fucking hell is this?" "Hi, Dad." Daniel's voice sounded cheery and carefree. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm taking good care of Mom while you're away. Hope your little trip to the beach was worth it. Now go ahead, sit back, and enjoy the show." Bill watched in horror as his wife blew a kiss to the camera, then lay down on their bed and spread her legs. His son climbed on the bed with her, his hard cock in his hand, and appeared to be about to get between her legs. Bill jumped up to hit the stop button. "Don't touch!" Fahimah barked. "I wish to see boy make sex with his mother." "Please, Mistress, no," Bill sniveled. "Shut up and watch how real man does fucking." Bill watched in chastened silence as his wife of eighteen years had the best sex of her life with his own son. It hurt even more the second time through, when Fahimah made him replay it from the beginning so she could watch it while she fucked him in the ass...hard. THE END |
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