Subject:     First Time With My Son
Story Codes: mF mast inc mother son
Updated:     June 30, 2015
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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What mother doesn’t at some point in her life fantasize about having sex 
with her son?  I mean really, even if there’s no possible way she would 
ever actually DO it, I can't buy that the thought doesn’t cross her mind 
even once as her teenage son sports an erection he can’t control or after 
she catches him masturbating.  What about that first time she sees her 
underwear drawer disturbed and knows there’s only one person in the house 
that would be interested?  Still, I’d be the first to agree that for 
99.9% of the mothers out there that this is one of those fantasies she 
NEVER tells even to her closest friend and probably feels embarrassed 
just having those thoughts in the first place.  But for that 
infinitesimally small percentage of mother’s who DO get to live out that 
fantasy, well just think about how lucky they are!

I couldn't even begin to guess how many people have asked me if I plan to 
have sex with my kids.  How can I possibly answer that when I’ve been 
only a couple of years?  Sure there are times when I dream about what 
MIGHT happen someday after I have kids of mine own.  Well, this is just 
one of those fantasies.  Whether it will ever come true or not... who 
knows?

Please note that I originally wrote this long before I was married, even 
before my husband and I started dating again.  I’ve fixed a few grammar 
and spelling errors since then but left it pretty much intact as a 
testimony to my past fantasies.  One thing I DID change - I fixed the 
name of my husband to be his real name!  Still, since it WAS written long 
ago the true details of my actual courtship and subsequent marriage are 
different than those in this story but then it’s just a fantasy... for 
now.  

One thing definitely different than when I wrote this originally is that 
now I know it will never be anything but a fantasy.  While I’m thrilled 
to have two daughters, we’ve decided that’s as large a family as we want 
so I’ll never have a son to live out this fantasy with!

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - LBK (Life before Kids)
   Chapter 2 - Kyle Grows Up
   Chapter 3 - Seducing My Son
   Chapter 4 - My Son Fucks Me
   Chapter 5 - My Son Fucks Me Again


Chapter 1 - LBK (Life before Kids)
==================================
I can't remember a time when I didn't want to get married.  The only real 
question was when and to who.  I suppose that puts me on par with 99% of 
the rest of the girls out there, all of us wishing we could have a 
princess wedding.  What happens AFTER the wedding wasn't something I 
thought about a lot though.  Even less were any thoughts about sex with 
my future kids.  Then it sneaks up on you, that moment when you realize 
there’s more to your son than that little boy tracking in dirt.  He still 
drives you crazy but in a much different way...

After graduating from college with my teaching degree, I applied for a 
position at my old school district where I’d graduated.  As expected, I 
was offered a part time substitute job and then the following year was 
promoted to a full-time substitute role.  To the surprise of most people, 
even me, the next year I was offered a full-time permanent position as a 
fourth grade math teacher at a small private Christian school.

During all these career moves I’d been dating a number of guys and over 
time I started getting closer and closer to one of them.  Steve and I 
each seemed to just know what the other was thinking and we both loved 
many of the same things – including sex of course! Steve was well aware 
of my “reputation” but it didn't matter to him.  What he cared about was 
the here and now.  What (and who) I did in the past was something that 
didn't concern him.  Of course, he didn't know ALL about my past – nobody 
outside my family knew THAT.

Steve DID know that I was close to my dad, but he had no idea just HOW 
close we were . I lived at home with my parents after graduation, 
circumstance which had a number of pros and a few cons.  There were those 
times I had to remind my parents that I was in my mid-twenties and not 
their little girl anymore.  Even so, there were those special times when 
I still enjoyed being daddy's little girl – especially when he was really 
horny.

I guess it was only natural that as he got older we didn't have sex as 
often.   Even our daily morning "before-work tradition" became more like 
once or twice a week.  It wasn't like I needed the sex – I was getting 
plenty from Steve and his friends not to mention a little “strange” now 
and then just to keep things interesting.

What really mattered to me was that my dad knew he could have me whenever 
he wanted – all he had to do was ask! From the first time I gave myself 
to him at the age of sixteen, I’d promised my father that I would NEVER 
deny him – no matter what, when or where he asked.  So far I was proud 
that I’d kept that promise faithfully.  I loved my father in a way only a 
daughter can lover her father and I could never refuse him, not even when 
I got married.   After all, even though I was married I was still his 
daughter and as my father he deserved to have me whenever he wanted.

As Steve and I fell more and more in love, it didn't come as any surprise 
to my friends or family when he finally proposed to me.  Actually, the 
only person who was surprised was Steve himself when he learned something 
about me that he never suspected!

Knowing the problems my Aunt Linda had with her marriage I’d promised 
myself that before I accepted a marriage proposal I would make sure my 
potential fiancé understood the lifestyle I had shared with my family – 
as well as everything that I expected AFTER we got married.  I never 
figured that this would be a big problem because I couldn't imagine 
getting to the stage where a guy would propose to me that didn't already 
meet my requirements for a husband. 

As it turned out, that is was just what happened with Steve.  That's not 
to say he wasn't surprised – that would indeed be quite the 
understatement.  I mean, how could he not be?  Imagine what you would say 
if the girl you’d proposed to told you that she’d been letting her dad 
fuck her since she was sixteen – AND she fully intended to continue to 
allow her dad to do so after she was married to you and it was a deal 
breaker if you didn't agree?

Of course, there were some side benefits in it for my husband as well.  
I‘d certainly noticed while we were dating that Steve had a wandering eye 
for my cousin Kristi and who could blame him?  She wasn’t earning a great 
living as a high-end prostitute because of her bubbly personality.  There 
was even some not-too-subtle interest in Kristi’s mom, my Aunt Linda.  It 
wasn’t like she did anything to discourage him either.  Even my own mom 
wasn't exactly shy when Steve was around so when I told him that once we 
were married that he could have sex anytime with all three of them – with 
my full blessing, the smile on his face was pretty broad, maybe even a 
little TOO much!  Of course, I told him that was AFTER we got married. 

I guess technically nothing prevented him from doing it with my cousin or 
aunt but my mom believed firmly in the Ten Commandments and wasn't about 
to commit adultery by having sex with anyone outside her marriage family 
- even he WAS a hunk like Steve.  Once I WAS married though, she’d made 
it clear to me that she was looking forward to finally having a son of 
her own.

After I made sure that Steve fully understood everything about me in 
terms of incest, I was thrilled when he didn't even hesitate to kiss me 
and tell me that he was OK with everything and so I whole-heartedly 
accepted his proposal.  Soon afterwards when we were in bed alone to 
celebrate, after he’d fucked me and we were laying quietly together he 
turned to me and surprised me by asking me if he could watch me having 
sex with my dad.  I wasn't sure if the twinkle in his eye was just him 
wanting to see me being fucked by my dad or if he just wanted to be sure 
I wasn't pulling the biggest practical joke on him in history.   Still, I 
loved it when someone watched my dad fucking me, something that didn't 
exactly happen every day by any means so I agreed and finally talked my 
dad into it.  As much as he loved fucking me he wasn't really into 
putting on a show like I was.

As things turned out we didn't make a big deal out of it.  I just 
stripped quickly for them as they both watched and then knelt down in 
front of my dad, pulled out his cock from his shorts, and start sucking 
on it.  There was something in Steve's face that made me think he’d asked 
me to do this to be sure I wasn't kidding because for just a brief moment 
he wasn't able to hide the shock that seemed to hit him.  He quickly 
recovered though and acted as if there wasn't anything that bothered him.  
It didn't matter, that brief look and the expression on his face told me 
that it was the first time he really fully understood the implications of 
marrying me, at least when it came to sharing me with my dad.

I had a hard time at first understanding Steve’s response to seeing me 
having sex with my dad.  He absolutely LOVED watching me sucking his 
friend's cocks and then sitting back as they fucked me.  But then I guess 
that just earned him the jealousy of his friends who knew he got to fuck 
me all he wanted.  Incest apparently was a different thing for him.  As I 
was doing my dad he was now watching me suck a cock that actually MEANT 
something to me.  For the first time he was seeing me blow someone not so 
much for my own pleasure but to satisfy him.  I wasn’t doing it just to 
show off for him, I was doing it out of submission to my father, just as 
I believe all daughters should.

After a while I kneeled between Steve's legs with my ass facing my dad.  
The look on Steve's face when I leaned over, resting my forearms on his 
legs while my dad moved in behind me was priceless.  I can still remember 
reaching up to kiss Steve as I felt my dad’s hard cock enter me.  There 
was something about how our lips pressed tightly together as I was shoved 
into Steve as my dad pushed himself deep inside me.  I wondered how Steve 
felt, knowing the pressure he felt was the result of my father fucking 
me!

"I love you Steve," I whispered to him, looking my fiancé in the eyes as 
I felt my dad's cock moving inside of me. "Believe me now?" I said with a 
sly smile as I rocked on Steve's lap in time with my father's thrusts.

Even after seeing me sucking my dad's cock I don't think he DID believe 
me 100% about the actual sex part until now.  Yep, it was indisputable.  
Seeing his future father-on-law fucking his fiancé right in front of him 
ended any doubts he may have had, that's for sure!  Of course I wasn't 
about to leave the poor guy all hard horny, I WAS his fiancé after all so 
I gave him a blowjob as well and thus for the first time I had sex with 
my dad and another man outside our family where the guy actually knew I 
was my dad's daughter.  I was sure it wouldn't be the last time if I knew 
the sex drives they each had.  Little did I realize then how different it 
was to have sex at the same with two men so close to me.  In reality this 
was not just the FIRST time they fucked me together, it was also the LAST 
time.  Go figure...

Although I promised Steve that he could have sex with my mom, he still 
had to wait until we were officially married.  Just being engaged wasn’t 
enough to allow her to have sex with him.  He had to be part of our 
family through marriage before it could not be an act of adultery, at 
least how she defined the act.   It was about a week after our honeymoon 
that my mom told me that I should let him know that she was "available".  
I sort of got a kick out of how quickly my new husband took the 
opportunity to fuck his own mother-in-law.  He may have been a bit uneasy 
when it came to watching my dad fucking me but he certainly had no such 
qualms about doing his new mother-in-law!

Sadly I wasn't there when they did it the first time but it was a 
decision I’d made long before.  No matter how horny he made have been, 
I’m sure it was still a bit weird for Steve to be having sex with his 
wife’s mother.  For that matter, so far as I know he’d never had sex with 
a MILF before, at least if you didn't count a one-time thing with his own 
mother LONG before.  For me to be there would probably have been more a 
distraction than adding anything to the event.  Besides, my mom and I 
rarely even did my dad together so why start now with my husband?  Not 
that Steve would have complained I’m sure.  After all, besides twins and 
sisters in general, isn’t the mother-daughter threesome one of the top 
male masturbation fantasies?

I spoke to my mom about it later and was happy to hear that she now 
"officially" approved of my new hubby.  Over time Steve had sex with my 
Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi as well.  Well, it wasn’t MUCH time.  I knew 
he had the hots for Kristi from the first time he’d met her and with time 
he probably had sex with her more than all the other women in my family 
combined!  It didn't bother me at all as I knew Kristi was doing it just 
for the sex and had no "feelings" for my husband otherwise, at least 
nothing romantic.   Besides, if it kept Steve happy to fuck my cousin, I 
had no complaints.  I was his wife and I knew he loved me more than 
anyone else in the world so why should it bother me that he fucked my 
cousin?

One thing about my husband fucking my mother is that I now have a much 
better understanding as to how my mom use to feel when she would sit in 
her chair and watch my dad fucking me as a teenager.   Sure it wasn't 
quite the same setup but it still involved two people I was very close 
to.  It was certainly a heck of a lot different than just seeing him fuck 
some girl at a party for fun.  It was also interesting for me as Steve 
was the only guy I’d seen my mother have sex with other than my dad and 
one of my cousins.  While watching my parents have sex was OK, they were 
still my parents so it’s not like it was some huge turn-on for me.  As 
for my cousin, whether he knew it or not, all he was to my mom was a boy-
toy with an erection that wouldn't quit!  Seeing her fuck my own 
husband... now THAT was emotional for me.

There was one thing more about Steve that set him apart from everyone 
else I’d ever had sex with.  When Steve and I were together, he is on the 
only man who does NOT fuck me.  Instead we "make love", a phrase I’d 
never used for any other sexual encounter I’d ever had, not even with my 
dad.  Making love is special, something I only grasped when I was sixteen 
and saw my parents doing it in the hot tub below my bedroom window.  It 
was the first time I’d ever seen them having sex and it was obvious that 
there was something happening that I’d never seen before even with all 
the sex I’d had by then and the porn movies I’d watched.  Indeed, it was 
realizing how special “making love” was that caused me to want to have 
sex with my dad for the first time!  

Even though I still contend that my dad fucks me rather than making love 
to me, there’s still something special about incest that goes so much 
beyond everyday sex with strangers and boyfriends.  With Steve, though, 
it was totally different and when we had sex during our honeymoon I 
finally understood the true nature of the bond between my mom and dad.  

With Steve as my husband, I finally achieved a level of a relationship 
that meets the criteria for “making love”.  I don't submit myself to 
Steve in the way I do to my dad, where I give myself over to him totally 
for his pleasure.  I DO submit myself to my husband in the manner that 
the Bible demands but it is together with him honoring me as well.  We 
share ourselves when we make love, each giving and taking equally.   I’ve 
always said that I would make love with my husband someday and now I 
truly understand what that meant.


Chapter 2 - Kyle Grows Up
=========================
Steve and I not only made love, we eventually made a baby as well and 
when I was 29 years old I delivered my first son, Kyle.  We named him 
after Steve's best friend – also one of mine before we dated if you know 
what I mean.

As it turned out Kyle would be our only child even though I dearly would 
have loved to have a girl.  I seemed to have inherited the family 
propensity for difficult births and while it was not quite as life-
threatening as my mom's experience with me, with my family history my 
doctor recommended getting my tubes tied to prevent any possibility of 
problems in the future.  We considered adoption but then concluded that 
Kyle was our natural son and we would accept God's will for us.

As Kyle grew I would let him see me naked but I never allowed it to be 
anything sexual, just the natural way for me to be around him at the 
appropriate times.  Besides, I’ve never been one to just run around nude 
for no reason but in bed, the bathroom, and in our pool (when we bought 
our house I told Steve I wanted something more than just a hot tub!).

While Steve and I slept nude, Kyle wore pajamas when he was younger which 
gave way to boxer shorts as he entered his teens.  For whatever reason he 
never wanted to sleep nude and we respected his decision.  He was also a 
little shy about being naked in more "personal" settings.  It was one 
thing in the pool or such where we all were nude and it was part of an 
activity but if we passed in the hall between the bathroom and his 
bedroom he preferred to cover himself rather than let me see him up 
close.  Actually I thought his shyness was sort of cute and I preferred 
that he be that way than some sort of exhibitionist.

One of the areas I’d struggled with was whether or not to let our son see 
me and Steve making love.  My parents had never allowed me to watch them 
when I was younger and if I hadn’t stumbled upon them that one night when 
they were in the hot tub then who knows how my life may have turned out.  
At the same time, I knew what they were doing when they closed the door 
as they didn't try to fool me into thinking they didn't have sex; it was 
just something they kept private between themselves.

After a lot of debate I decided to follow my parent's lead – at least at 
first.  Really, there’s no good reason a pre-teen boy needs to watch his 
parents making love.  Maybe when he got older but I wasn't sure how I was 
going to approach it.  I figured I’d cross THAT bridge when I got to it.

Masturbation was another big decision for us.  Not about doing it of 
course, but whether or not we should let our son watch us.  Unlike sex, 
my parents had never hid it from me and they actually encouraged me to 
pleasure myself whenever the need arose, even it was in the living room 
watching TV with them or in the backseat during a drive.   They practiced 
what they preached and it was nothing unusual for me to see my dad 
stroking himself when a hot girl was on TV.  Lord only knows how many 
times I saw him cumming when Samantha Carter of StarGate was featured on 
TV! 

My mom tended to be a bit more discreet, usually restricting her 
masturbation activities to her bedroom where she maintained an incredible 
collection of toys in the drawers next to the bed.  She’d offered them to 
me when I reached the age where I started playing with myself but I’ve 
always been more a finger girl when it comes to pleasuring myself.

Here again, I decided to follow my parent's example.  We didn't want Kyle 
growing up being shy or embarrassed about his natural feelings and needs.   
The LAST thing I wanted was to have him lock himself in the bathroom and 
jerk off to some Sears catalog because he didn't want his mom to see him 
masturbating!  No child should be raised with those inhibitions and it 
bothers me greatly sometimes when I see how twisted in knots some kids 
become as their instincts are at odds with what their parents teach them 
is “correct”.  How stupid is it that parents discourage their kids from 
doing what they do themselves in private?

As his father, Steve was the one to have "the talk" with our son when we 
started noticing more frequent erections and subconscious touching.  
While at first Kyle tended to hide his self-pleasuring from me, over time 
he got bolder when he realized I just ignored him most of the time and 
didn't make a big deal out of it.  As for me, I never put on a "show" for 
him or anything but I did leave the door to our bedroom open and I knew 
he watched me more than a few times.  I never acknowledged him when he 
watched but just let him see me so he could understand that girls had 
some of the same needs that boys did, we just satisfied ourselves in a 
different way.  I was always amazed when I was dating in high school how 
many guys were surprised to find out that I enjoyed masturbating as much, 
if not more, than they did!

As Kyle grew older, I couldn't help but keep an eye on his physical 
development – especially what was growing between his legs.  When he was 
little I would give him baths and I felt a tingle when I washed his 
little cock.  It was more the idea of being naughty than actually doing 
anything that turned me on.

As my son grew older I had to be more discreet with things like bath time 
– it wouldn't do to have him tell his teacher at school that his mommy 
was playing with his thing in the bath tub! By the time he was fourteen I 
was wishing I could bathe him again as it was obvious that he’d inherited 
his father's cock.  Steve's wasn't the biggest cock I had ever had, not 
by any means, but he was better than average and Kyle was definitely 
going to be pleasing the girls at school. 

I was thrilled when I first saw my son masturbating openly almost every 
night after turning twelve.  It was like a milestone in his life that I 
later wished I’d captured on video as a present for his future wife.  
Actually I was a little surprised at how big his cock could grow at that 
age and it was amazing how far he would shoot his cum when he finished 
himself off!  It was like a game for him I think, seeing how far he could 
shoot when he came. 

It was one thing to ignore him while he was doing his thing but I had to 
draw the line when he got a little daring one day and shot some of his 
cum on the side of my face while I was bending over to pick up his dirty 
clothes from the floor on his room!  I was at least a couple of feet away 
but he nailed me all the same!  Well, he got a good talking to after that 
one, believe you me although later that night I literally attacked poor 
Steve I was so horny from what had happened.

While I had to maintain discipline with Kyle, later I confided to Steve 
how much it had turned me on but that I didn't dare say that to Kyle!  
Once he got started it seemed that Kyle was masturbating every night and 
more as his boxers usually bore the results when he put them in the 
laundry.  A few times I would take them and smell the wetness in the 
crotch, wondering how it would taste if he had cum in my mouth instead of 
wasting it.

Kyle started getting serious about girls when he was about fifteen.  We 
had taught him to be respectful of women and if anything, even though we 
were open about sex at home I would’ve bet that the girls his age thought 
he was one of the more conservative boys in school.  I think a lot of 
that was a credit to how we had brought him up.  Unlike so many boys his 
age, Kyle knew what was under their clothes and while he had yet to touch 
his first girl, at least he wouldn't be starting from scratch.

Steve and I were discussing him one night and the subject of his dating 
came up.  So far he had only gone out on group dates but he was talking 
more and more about single dating which meant one thing – he was getting 
ready for sex.  We debated what was best for him, let him fumble about 
his first time and possibly embarrass himself as well as making it a bad 
time for his date?  Should we "prepare" him in some way?  If so, how?

We considered letting him watch us openly but then there’s nothing like 
hands-on experience.  As with my dad, Steve wasn't quite ready for his 
son to do a threesome with me and I guess I couldn't blame him.  
Unfortunately, we ended up making the same mistake so many parents do – 
we assumed we had time to make a decision.

One day Kyle came home from a date with a huge grin on his face.  Steve 
asked him what was going on and Kyle confessed to us that he had gotten 
his first blowjob – and not just from one girl but from three!  As it 
turned out in this day and age you didn't need to single date to get your 
cock sucked.  Kyle confided that he hadn't even kissed two of the girls 
but they’d just rotated between the guys.  I guess that in their world 
kissing was considered personal but sucking a guy's cock was just having 
fun.  The funny thing was, that was just the way I’d felt at his age so 
who was I to say anything!

We asked him if he enjoyed it and he looked at us like we were two 
dinosaurs.   It WAS a stupid question I guess.  When he left to go to his 
room Steve and I looked at each other and we both knew we didn't have 
nearly as much time as we’d thought!  From the ways things were going it 
wasn't going to be too long before my little boy fucked one of those 
girls and I wanted him to be ready!


Chapter 3 - Seducing My Son
===========================
Although I’d been fantasizing about it for years, I wasn't 100% sure how 
to approach Kyle.  It wasn't like there’s an instruction manual for this 
sort of thing and even in my own family there was no consistency to how 
incest got started.  Even though my dad had wanted me to suck his cock 
when I was eight and then to fuck me from the time I first had sex at 
fourteen, he somehow managed to wait until I made the first move which 
didn't happen until after I was sixteen and by then I’d been having sex 
with my boyfriends for a couple of years.

In comparison to my dad, take the case of my grandfather.  He’d wanted to 
have sex with my mom and her sister before they were even teenagers but 
unlike my dad, he didn’t wait.  Instead, he just approached them in bed 
one night (my mom first) and simply took their virginity without even 
asking them first.  Of course as his daughters they had no right to 
refuse him, but it still didn't seem to me to be the best way to approach 
such a delicate matter.

So far the incest in my family had always started between a father and 
his daughter.  The methods may have been different, but the resulting 
relationships were the same.  Nowhere in my family was there a mother-son 
relationship.  My cousin Rick fucked his aunts (my mom and Aunt Linda) 
but that was not nearly the same as if he’d done his mom.  How I dealt 
with Kyle was thus new territory, even in my own family, and I wanted to 
be sure it went perfectly.   I even discussed it with my mom but 
surprisingly she left everything up to me, saying that this sort of thing 
was best decided in my own conscious and that she didn't want to 
influence my decision.

It took me a few days but finally I came up with a plan.  It was a 
Saturday morning and as usual on the weekend Kyle was still in bed when I 
awoke.   After I used the bathroom I came out and saw that he’d woken.  
As usual, he was horny judging from the massive erection he was sporting 
that was poking up against his boxer shorts like a tent pole.   Smiling, 
yet again I thought about how he must have inherited my natural horniness 
that struck me in the mornings as well.   Since I was a little teenager I 
would wake up wet and desperate to do something about it.  Usually that 
meant masturbating but when I was lucky, well just say he was lucky as 
well.

As typical for him in the morning when he awoke horny, my son had just 
pulled his shorts down to his ankles and was stroking himself when I 
peeked into his bedroom.  I flashed a quick smile at him and waved a 
little before leaving him to his own efforts.  I took a few steps down 
the hallway and then stopped, pursing my lips as a feeling of 
determination filled me.  I turned around and went back to his bedroom 
where he was still in the beginning stages of his morning masturbation 
session.   From the look on his face when he saw me watching, I realized 
that it didn't bother him that I’d NOTICED he was masturbating but it was 
apparent he was uncomfortable with me WATCHING him do it. 

"Oh Mom!  How about a little privacy please?" he whined, his voice a bit 
strained.  Well, he may have said he wanted privacy but I noticed that he 
kept stroking his now rock-hard cock - if anything a little harder now 
with me as an audience.

The sight of his youthful erection was incredible and I felt a twinge 
between my legs as I couldn't help but stare at it.  Like what woman 
wouldn’t?  When he let go it would point straight up to his face, 
standing parallel to his stomach as it hovered over him.  Suddenly I felt 
a little pang of deep in my gut as I grew jealous at the thought of some 
teenage girl sucking his cock.  Like why should SHE get to have when his 
own mother didn't?  Besides, how could a novice teenage girl truly 
appreciate what a wonderful cock my son had to offer?  

I couldn't believe that ANY teenage girl could be anywhere near as 
qualified as I was to suck my son’s dick.   I’d sucked literally hundreds 
and hundreds of cocks since I first sucked my boyfriend (now my husband) 
in that dark movie theater back when I was fourteen.  Even so, there was 
something special about the one I was staring at now that made me hunger 
for it like it was my very first one.

I took a deep breath and entered his room for the first time while he was 
jerking off.  Having left my nightshirt in the hallway, I was nude but it 
wasn't like THAT was anything new for him.   What WAS new was when I sat 
down on the edge of the bed next to him while he masturbated.  My bare 
ass was just far enough on the bed to bump up against his now exposed 
hip.  It was nothing compared to when we were in the pool or hot tub.  
Heck, sometimes we would all be tightly pressed together when things got 
crowded it was almost like having sex, just without the penetration.  
Still, there WAS something different about the way it felt to be touching 
him now in this much more intimate setting.

Poor Kyle, he was obviously confused.  On the one hand he must have 
wanted to pull the covers over as he’d never been completely comfortable 
masturbating when I would watch him from the door, let alone sitting next 
to him (I would plead mother’s prerogative).  On the other hand, he WAS 
horny as hell and I learned long ago that when a man is horny enough to 
start stroking his cock, it took an act of God to get him to stop - if 
even THAT could do the trick!

"You don’t mind if I watch Kyle?" I asked him rhetorically, trying not to 
be too intimidating, "After all, I let you watch me masturbate all the 
time."

Kyle hesitated a bit at that.  It was true that he’d watched me a number 
of times but it was usually from the doorway of my bedroom and I would 
usually pretend not to notice him there.  It wasn't at all like this, 
where I was sitting right next to him with the obvious intent of watching 
him jerk off.   Still, on a positive note I noticed that while he may 
have slowed down a bit his hand as still stroking his cock and most 
importantly, it hadn't softened one little bit!  You have to admire 
teenage resilience!  It was no different than the time Steve’s mom had 
caught us having sex in their basement.  As much as Steve was shocked at 
seeing his mother standing there, he didn't miss a beat as he pumped away 
inside of me and if anything I would have sworn his dick got even bigger!

"Thinking about Becky?" I asked, trying to turn the conversation away 
from me.

He looked a little embarrassed but I smiled at him and gently rested my 
hand on his bare leg.  "Don't be shy, I see the way you react 'down 
there' whenever she's around.  She IS a little hottie, isn't she?  I 
assume you liked it best when she was sucking you off?"

Judging from the sly smile on his face, thoughts of Becky must have 
entered his mind and he nodded saying, "Yeah, she's hot, that's for 
sure."

I couldn't blame him, the young teenager WAS a sexy little minx, looking 
years older than her birth certificate claimed and even Steve had 
commented more than a few times about his interest in her.  Becky was a 
cheerleader and the epitome of everything I’d hated in them back when I 
was in high school – perky, blond, busty and a body to kill for.  Even 
so, I had to admit even I got a little wet when she was around!

"I bet you want to have sex with her, don't you?" I said, running my hand 
lightly over his upper thigh, “You want her bad.”

I’d been a little concerned when I reached out to touch him, fearing it 
would be too much and he’d pull back but Kyle didn't seem to be bothered 
by me touching him.  heck, if anything he seemed to be ignoring it which 
was almost as bad, at least so far as I was concerned.  Now and then when 
he was smaller I use to rub his back when he was in bed although I hadn't 
done that in quite a while.  Sometimes my hand would wander to his firm 
young butt and it was tempting to reach down further between his legs but 
I always made sure to quickly return to "safer" territory. 

Kyle closed his eyes and seemed to be concentrating on Becky.  My hand 
was running up closer to his crotch with each stroke up and down his leg, 
getting closer to where he was manipulating his massive hard-on. 

"Are you thinking about Becky sucking your cock?" I said softly, trying 
to be suggestive but not break his concentration.  "Did she make you cum? 
Did she take it in her mouth?"

"Oh yeah," he whispered, as if talking from a dream.  His eye were closed 
and he was stroking himself slowly, as if trying to savor the moment he 
was remembering.

Without saying another word, I gently pushed his hand off of his cock and 
replaced it with my own.  I started stroking him gently, feeling the 
hardness of his cock in my hand.  God he was like a piece of steel! I was 
pleased to find my hand fit around him almost the same as it did around 
his father's cock.

I had half expected him to pull away and tell me not to touch him but he 
was a typical young teenage boy whose cock had taken over his brain in 
such situations.  If he hadn't already been so horny it might’ve been 
different but at this point he needed to get off and not even having his 
own mother holding his cock was enough to deter him.

"Mom?" he said, as he realized what was happening.

I softly hushed him and whispered to him, "Close your eyes and imagine 
it’s Becky stroking you.  Imagine that it’s her hand on your wonderful 
hard cock."

I think if he hadn't already been so horny he might have thought about it 
and maybe even protested but he was much too far gone to think of 
anything but the hand on his cock, even if it was his own mother’s.

I continued to stroke his cock and he couldn't help but groan slightly as 
my hand worked its way around his shaft.  I felt a bit proud of myself – 
this was no young teenage girl fondling his cock without a clue as to 
what to do!  I looked up at his eyes and softly asked him, "Did she make 
you feel this good?"

"Yea... but you do it better Mom," he gasped as my fingers played over 
the head of his cock. 

I couldn't hold myself back anymore.  I HAD to have that cock.  I HAD to 
suck my son's cock.  So many years I had wanted him and now it was in my 
hand, waiting for his mother to take it in her mouth.  I took a deep 
breath and then leaned over and touched the tip of his cock with my 
tongue.  When I took the head in my mouth I felt him shudder as my tongue 
ran around the head.

"Mom!" he gasped, his eyes opening and seeing what I was doing, "What are 
you doing?"

"Just lay back and let me show you what a REAL blowjob feels like," I 
encouraged him, holding his cock just outside of my mouth.  "I'm going to 
make you feel better than that little tramp ever did."

Once again, the little head trumped the big head and Kyle released a big 
breath as his head flopped back onto his pillow.  He bunched up the 
pillow under his head then so he could watch what I was doing to him and 
I could almost feel his eyes boring in on me as I started to suck my 
son's cock.  My entire body tingled as I realized what I was doing.  This 
wasn't just any old cock I was sucking – it was my SON'S!!! 

My head descended down his shaft until I had him all the way in my mouth.  
He wasn't easy to take in and I would have bet anything little Becky 
never took that much of him in HER mouth! Slowly I raised back up again, 
licking the shaft as I went up and then I bobbed my head up and down his 
moistened shaft.   His pubic hair was just beginning to fill in and 
wasn't nearly as thick as his father's but it was cute and he had a 
pleasant odor to his crotch.  After a few strokes he began to moan and 
groan almost non-stop.  I let him flop out long enough ask him how it 
felt.

"Oh mom!" he gasped, "You're like... incredible!"

"Better than Becky?"

"Oh yeah, you are soooooo much better than her!"

It was music to my ears, hearing my son tell me how mother was giving him 
a blowjob better than his girlfriend had.  For so many years I’d 
masturbating as I dreamed of him telling me what a great BJ I was giving 
him and now it was happening for real!

I adjusted myself on the bed so I could grip his cock in my left hand 
while I sucked him, leaving my right hand free to work on myself a bit.  
I put my hand between my legs and began to touch myself as I sucked on 
Kyle's wonderful cock.  God I was soaked! Again, I couldn't believe that 
after all these years I was actually sucking my son's dick!

I took his cock in my mouth as I moved my hand from his shaft to his 
balls, gently caressing them in their sacks as my head bobbed on his 
shaft.  I pulled my hair back so he could get a good view of his mother 
as she sucked his cock.  I looked up at him and our eyes met, his were 
unblinking as he stared at what I was doing to him.

"Do you like to watch me suck your dick?" I asked him quickly before 
resuming my work on him.  “Does it feel better to have you own mother 
sucking it?

"Geeze mom, I can't believe you're doing this to me!" he moaned as his 
hips lifted up to meet my mouth. 

I knew it meant - he was getting ready to cum.  Sure enough, a few 
strokes later and he groaned loudly and then released an incredible surge 
of cum into my mouth.  God, my son sure had a lot of cum to give me! His 
hips jerked again and again as he squirted one load after another of his 
young sperm into my mouth.

When he was done I lifted my head and looked up at him as I let it 
dribble from my mouth and back onto his dick, covering it with his sperm.  
Then I dived back down and took him in my mouth again, lifting my head up 
like a squeegee to suck every drop off his cock again.  This time I stood 
up and swallowed it all down in a couple of gulps.  Licking my lips, I 
looked at him and smiled as my hand fondle his cock.  I noticed it was 
staying hard and I felt a surge in my pussy and I knew he wanted more.

"So tell me Kyle, how did it feel to have you mom suck your cock?"

"Oh mom, that felt SOOOOO good!" he gasped, still trying to catch his 
breath. 

"Did Becky swallow your cum?"

"Are you kidding? She wouldn't let me even cum in her mouth!"

"Ahhhhhh, now that wasn't very nice of her.  See how much better it is to 
have you mom suck you dick?"

Kyle looked a bit embarrassed but yet I could tell he had enjoyed it.  I 
guess it was natural for him to be a bit embarrassed the first time his 
mom sucked his dick but somehow I didn't think he would protest if I did 
it again – and I fully intended to but now I had other plans.

"Well, if a girl sucks your cock, it's only polite for you to do 
something for her in return," I said coyly.  Kyle's eyes widened again 
and I saw his glance down at my pussy and then back at my face again.

"You want me to...,” he started to say and then paused as if he couldn't 
say the words.

“You can say it Kyle,” I encouraged him, “Say what you want to do to me.”

“You REALLY want me to eat your pussy?" he said incredulously.

"What's the matter Kyle, don't you like my pussy?" I said as I moved my 
leg under me to make it easier for him to see my wet pussy.

"Oh no, I didn't mean that! It's just.. well you're my mom!"

"Well, didn't your mom just suck your cock?"

"Yea but..."

"Well, then I want you to lick my pussy," I responded, almost like a 
mother telling him to take out the garbage. 

I laid back with my head at the end of the bed and lifted my knees up 
until my feet were flat on his bed.   Grabbing a pillow, I pushed it 
under my ass to lift my hips upward and I started to play with myself 
while he watched.

"C'mon Kyle, I KNOW you must want to touch my pussy," I teased him.  
“I’ve seen the way you look at me in the shower and hot tub.”

As embarrassed as he may have been, Kyle couldn't help himself.  It 
wasn't his fault his was a male! He moved in closer and stared at my 
pussy while I rubbed my wet clit for him to see.

"Now look here... thus is my clit.  See at how swollen and hard it is? 
Almost like when you're dick gets hard except it's VERY sensitive when it 
gets this way." 

I moved my finger down to my pussy hole.

"See, here is my vagina, I call it my pussy hole. See how wet it gets?" I 
said as I pushed the tip of my finger just inside of me.

I circled the first digit of my finger in side of me, pushed it all the 
way in, and then pulled it out to the first knuckle again and turned it 
around and around inside of me.  "When you touch a girl's pussy, here's 
where it feels good.  It's OK to explore inside but it's out here where 
you drive her nuts.  Watch me as I do it."

I masturbated for my son, for the first time allowing him to be up close 
and personal as I did myself.  I showed him how to touch my pussy, to 
play with my clit, to toy with my asshole with a wet fingertip.  He was 
watching my every move, sometimes even stroking his own cock as he did. 

"OK, it's your turn now to try," I said, reaching out to grab his hand 
and pull him into me.  He was tentative at first, almost afraid it seemed 
to actually touch me.  I moaned a bit more than I was actually needing to 
at that moment but it seemed to encourage him and he got more courageous 
as time passed.  Finally he got the nerve to push his finger inside of me 
and I gasped as I felt my son's finger exploring me inside. It wasn't so 
much the physical sensation – he WAS definitely an amateur, but the 
emotional release I felt when I realized my son was exploring my pussy 
was beyond words.

"OK now, leave your finger in me and reach down to kiss my clit," I told 
him.   He seemed afraid at first but then gave in to my demands. After 
all, I WAS still his mother and so he responded to me as he had been 
brought up to do.   When he got within a few inches of my pussy he 
stopped and looked up at me.

"Don't worry, it tastes good – just ask your father!" I encouraged him.

Steve had never smelled a pussy up this close before and I knew the odor 
of my cunt could be pretty strong when I was this turned on.  
Nonetheless, he reached out with his tongue until it barely touched the 
edge of my swollen clit.  As light as the touch was, it was like a giant 
flashbulb exploded in my pussy and I jumped.  He pulled back and I 
reached out to pull his head back into me.

"Oh no, it's OK... don't be afraid, it just felt good," I assured him. He 
took a breath and this time his tongue made it to my clit and stayed 
there.   God it felt incredible, especially knowing whose tongue was on 
my pussy!

"Suck on it while you play with my pussy," I instructed him.  He was a 
fast learner as I gave him more pointers and instructions as he continued 
to eat me. Damn, he was going to make some girl very happy soon!

"That's it Kyle... suck my clit... make me cum, oh god make your mommy 
cum!" I cried as I felt my orgasm welling up inside of me.

It's hard sometimes to explain how an orgasm begins.  In a way it starts 
in my pussy but yet it doesn't.  There really isn't any single point 
where it concentrates although some areas responded more than others. It 
is like my entire body suddenly begins to float and then these incredible 
sensations of pleasure start to wash over me like waves on a beach.   
Because I usually have this when someone is playing with my pussy, the 
pulses and waves seem to originate from my cunt but I think that's more 
because I am focused on that spot more than any other. It is like when 
your foot falls asleep and then wakes up, except it's your entire body 
that tingles.  Imagine striking your funny bone – except that feeling is 
from head to toe.

I know some girls who won't orgasm simply because they are afraid of it.   
They get close and the feeling of losing control, the overwhelming nature 
of the pleasure it produces, makes them afraid to let themselves go and 
they hold back, consciously or not.  For me, it's the greatest feeling in 
the world and I can't get enough of it – which is likely why I masturbate 
daily, even when I get it every day from my husband.  It's nothing to do 
with love or anything, it's just like a junkie that can't get enough of a 
high.  I’ve never done drugs but I think I can understand why people 
become addicted.  I guess you could say I am addicted to sex – or at 
least to the monstrous sensations it creates in me when I cum. 

As he licked and sucked me, I felt myself getting soaked as my pussy cum 
gushed from me.  Kyle responded by started to pull his head back, 
undoubtedly thinking I was peeing on him.

"Don't stop!" I pleaded, "It's just my pussy cum... oh god don't stop 
Kyle!"

I looked down at the site of my young son's head buried in my crotch, my 
bare legs gripping him, and it didn't seem possible he could be creating 
such a storm inside of me. Probably it was because he WAS my son that was 
making it so good for me.  Sex is such a mental thing for me that I had 
no doubt that knowing it was my son eating me out that was contributing 
to one of the best orgasms I had ever had! 

Alas, all good things end sooner or later and it was no different with 
this.   I stopped my thrashing around and held his head still in my 
crotch. He pulled his finger out of me and looked up at me with a huge 
grin on his face.   "Guess I did good, eh mom?" he said, a little swagger 
to his voice.

"Yes dear, you did a GREAT job and you mom's very proud of you!"

He sat up and I saw his hard-on was as hard as ever.  Hmmm, time to deal 
with that again! I pulled myself up and then pushed him back onto his 
back again.   Gripping his hard cock, I looked at him with a sly grin.

"Oh yea, you did good... REAL good," I whispered, "And for that now you 
get a prize."


Chapter 4 - My Son Fucks Me
===========================
I straddled my son and rubbed my bare pussy against Kyle’s hard cock.   
Leaning over him, my boobs hung over his face and I lowered myself down 
until they just touched his cheeks.

"It's ok, you can suck them," I said to him in a motherly tone again. 

Kyle eagerly took the nipple of my right boob into his mouth and began to 
suckle on it like a baby cow on his momma.

"That's it Kyle, suck on it, just like you did when you were my little 
baby," I said soothingly to him.

It felt wonderful to feel my nipples in his mouth. I looked down at him 
and for a moment my thoughts flashed back to when he was a baby, suckling 
on my nipples.  I remembered wondering back then if the day would ever 
come when he sucked them as man.

Well, that day was here! He wasn't sucking my boobs now because I was his 
mother giving him milk.  No, he was sucking them because they were a 
woman's breasts and he was turned on sexually by me, even though I was 
his own mother and more than twice his age! I wanted more though, I 
wanted him completely, in every way.  I lowered my head to his ear and 
whispered, "I want you to fuck me now Kyle."

Kyle released his mouth from my breast and looked up at me with wide 
eyes.  A little oral sex was one thing; after all Kyle had told me that 
half the girls in school would give one on the first date! However, it 
was a major leap to go from that to actually having sex – and with your 
mother at that.  Somehow with his mom nude and straddling his cock, my 
boobs hanging in his face, and the taste of my pussy fresh in his mouth, 
it wasn't as big an obstacle for him as it would have been an hour 
earlier! 

As for me, sex with a fifteen year-old horny boy was any older woman's 
dream and for the boy to be my own son, well THAT was simply over the 
top.  Other than my husband, there’s no one I’ve wanted to fuck me more 
than my son, even more than my own father.  With my dad, I want him to 
fuck me because I am his daughter and I want to please him and satisfy 
his needs.  With my husband I want to make love and share myself with him 
as a partner and lover.  With other men it is simply for my pleasure, 
period.

With my son it is something entirely different though.  Of course I want 
the thrill of being fucked by a virgin teenage boy, to feel his 
excitement and lust as he finally experiences what he has been 
masturbating about for years.  There is something else though, something 
more difficult to describe.  The thought of my son, a boy that was 
conceived in me and to whom I gave birth and raised, now fucking me was 
as erotic as anything I can imagine.

For a son to want his own mother in a sexual way, and then to actually 
take her and fuck her, is the most incredible gift I can imagine a son 
could ever give his mother.  So here he was, a handsome young man, 
staring at me as if he couldn't believe his ears.  I could imagine the 
battle inside of him as his teenage lust was overcoming whatever 
inhibitions he had about having sex with his own mother.  I knew he was 
close to accepting his inner desires and so a little nudge was probably 
all he needed now.

"It's OK Kyle... it's perfectly natural for a boy to desire his mother.  
I want you too... I want you to fuck me Kyle.  Please... fuck me Kyle, 
fuck your mother."

There, I’d said it.  Those words I always dreamed of saying to my son but 
never thought there was a chance I ever actually would.  My god, I’d just 
asked my own son, a hot young teenage boy about half my age, to fuck me!

Kyle was licking his lips and his eyes were bright with the lust and 
desire that was overcoming him.  I moved over on top of him and smiled 
down at him.

"Yes Kyle... I know you want to fuck me... God you have no idea how much 
I want my son to fuck me... I want it soooooo bad!"

I reached between my open legs, grabbed his stiff cock and lined it up 
with his mommy's hungry pussy.  I sat up straight so I could look down at 
him and watch his face as I slowly lowered myself onto his dick.  At 
least with a guy there wasn't any pain in taking his virginity! 

I shivered as I felt the head of his cock press up against my pussy, 
ready to penetrate me, ready to enter a pussy for the first time in its 
young life.  I may not have been as tight as I was twenty years ago but I 
still prided myself on having a firm pussy and for just a second I could 
feel it resisting him but then I felt that wonderful sensation I loved so 
much when a man first spreads my pussy apart and enters me, like my 
thighs are being split apart and a hot rod is entering me.

Kyle’s eyes were fixed on his crotch where he could see the head of his 
cock disappear as it entered his mother's wet pussy.  More and more of 
him went out of sight as I slowly dropped down on him. I was soaking wet 
from his mouth on me, not to mention the incredible orgasm he had given 
me, so once his dick made it through the initial barrier he slid easily 
up into me until I felt his crotch pressed up against my pussy.  He was 
completely in my pussy now, my son's cock was now surrounded by my pussy!

"Oh yes Kyle, it feels so good to have you in me finally," I moaned.  He 
didn't respond but the expression on his was a mixture of pleasure and 
curiosity.

"Finally?"

"Mmmmmmm, yes Kyle, I've been wanting this for so long," I moaned as I 
leaned forward until my breasts were pressed down firmly on his chest.

Holding myself still, impaled on his cock, I could smell his warm body 
underneath me. "Lie still a second and just feel yourself in me.  Can you 
feel my pussy - do you feel how it grips and holds you?"

For a few minutes we simply remained motionless as his cock throbbed 
inside of me from his heartbeat.  My pussy muscles instinctively gripped 
him, holding him tightly as if to say it never wanted to let him loose 
again.  All I could think about, all that kept running through my mind 
over and over was how I was actually being fucked by my own son! It was 
almost impossible to believe that the cock I was now feeling inside of me 
did not belong to some stranger, not my husband, and not even my father.

No, it was my own son's, my very flesh and blood joined back together 
with me again in the most intimate way my son and I could be together.  
So what if he was only fifteen - did that really matter? He knew exactly 
what he was doing and so did I.

After a few minutes I lifted myself up again and began to ride his cock 
like a cowgirl on a pony.  "I've always wanted to be your first….to be 
the first woman to have your cock."

He just groaned with pleasure in response as I raised up and then slowly 
lowered myself slowly back down on his cock, not quite letting him all 
the way out before dropping onto him again.  Sometimes I took his hard 
dick all the way in, other times I would go down partially and then rise 
up again or go all the way down and only come up half-way before plunging 
it into me again.  After a while I let myself settle down on him and 
ground my hips in a circle around his cock, like I was stirring a pot 
except it was his cock doing the stirring inside my bowl of a pussy. 

"Oh Mom!" was all he could get out as a long groan erupted.

I felt his hands reaching out to grip my bare thighs.  The feel of his 
young strong hands working their way over my naked body made me just moan 
along with him.  We were both so consumed in our lust that neither of us 
could utter a word! Obviously his cock was old enough to know what to do 
and nobody could say he wasn't enjoying it!

I decided to stay on top of him as there would be plenty of time to teach 
him various positions later. There was no way he was going to last very 
long and who could blame him for that? For now it was enough to just have 
him in me, to finally own my son's virginity, secure in the knowledge 
that I would always be his first.  No matter what girl he might fuck 
later, I would always be the one he did before her.  Yes, he was mine now 
in a way not even Becky could be.  All I needed now was his cum to 
compete the circle and I knew it wasn't going to take much more to get 
that.

I began to rapidly bounce on his cock, rising up and then dropping down 
on him as quickly as I could.  My hand reached down between my legs and I 
stroked my clit with my fingertips.  Then I reached a little further down 
until I could feel his shaft moving in and out of me between my fingers 
as I cupped my pussy in my hand.

"Cum in me Kyle!" I begged him my voice hoarse with emotion and lust, 
"Fuck me Kyle, cum in your mommy!"

Kyle's head pulled back and he grimaced as he seemed to be holding back 
as long as he could before cumming in me.  Suddenly I felt him burst 
inside of me and I held myself still on him as his cum erupted from his 
cock like an angry volcano, filling his mother's pussy with his seed.

"Oh my God!... That's it Kyle, give me your cum, give you mommy all of it 
now!"

"Ohhhhhhhhh," he groaned as I felt his hips jerk up against me over and 
over as he pumped his cock dry.

I could feel that strange sensation deep inside of me, like a warm glow 
that blossomed briefly and then slowly faded away.  I knew each time I 
felt it that it meant my son's sperm was being pumped into me from the 
end of his erect dick, a flood of his cum filling me as his cock tried in 
vain to fulfill its ancient duties as part of the mating ritual between a 
male and a female.

As it was, all of its were in vain as my tubes had been tied; but it was 
making a magnificent effort nonetheless! I imagined his sperm inside of 
me, millions of them swimming in my pussy, hunting for the egg that 
wasn't there and then dying with their mission unfilled.

I leaned forward until my breasts were against his chest and I let my 
weight press against his motionless body. It was as if all of his energy 
and fortitude had escaped along with his cum when he fucked me, leaving 
him a weak, limp figure where such a strong and erotic young man had just 
so recently been.  The rest of his body may have gone limp but not the 
most important part! His cock didn't seem to want to give up a moment, 
though, and I could still feel it poking up inside of my now freshly cum-
filled pussy.  Well, if it wasn't finished then I certainly wasn't!

I dismounted from his pole and laid on my side along his legs such that I 
could suck his cock while my hand played gently with his hairy balls, 
rolling them in their sacs like a Las Vegas car shark flipping through a 
deck of cards. His cock tasted so delicious! I loved the taste of a man's 
cock just after he had fucked me, when it was covered with a mixture of 
his sperm and my pussy juices.

At first I just licked it, savoring the aroma and flavor of his damp 
crotch as I felt his pubic hair pressing against my cheek as I laid my 
head down to lick his cock for him.  He wasn't so far out of it that he 
was immune to what I doing to him.  As I took his sensitized cock head 
into my mouth again, I felt him shudder as my tongue played along the 
ridge line and my mouth sucked hard on his cock. 

"Oh mom... that feel so good!" he whispered to me in a voice husky with 
lust.

His voice sounded like it was coming from miles away, barely audible over 
the slurps and other noises I was making as I sucked his cock again. I 
knew as horny as he was now it wouldn't take much to get him off again 
and I was right, of course.

This time he came again in my mouth but it wasn't nearly as big a load as 
before and I easily swallowed it as it shot against the back of my 
throat.  I kept it in my mouth and then I let some of his cum drool out, 
spilling onto his cock and lower stomach.  I quickly licked up the parts 
that hit his stomach and then turned to my attention back to my son's 
beautiful cock.  I allowed the cum in my mouth to drop back down on his 
cock, like it was icing on a cake warm from just being taken from the 
oven. 

I scooted up further until my head rested on his chest.  With my upper 
leg and arm draped over him, I hugged him and pressed my still throbbing 
pussy against his hip.  It felt so good to lay next to my son, to feel 
his naked body against my own and to feel my breasts pressed against his 
nude body.

We must have laid that way for almost an hour or more, just relaxing and 
absorbing the moment.  I knew this wasn't the last time my son would fuck 
me – not by a long shot if I had anything to say about it! But it WAS the 
only time he would fuck me for the first time and I wanted to brand the 
image and feelings into my brain so I would remember each and every 
sensation. 

"Mom?"

I blinked my eyes and woke from whatever world I had drifted into at the 
sound of my son's voice.

"Yes Kyle?"

"Are you sure this is OK?... I mean, I never dreamed I would ever do 
this, at least not for real."

I stroked his hair with my fingers and looked at him, eye-to-eye.   "Oh 
Kyle, this is the most wonderful thing a mother and her son can do.   
There's NOTHING wrong at all for you to show me how much you love me in a 
more intimate way."

"But... isn't this... incest?"

"Yes Kyle, but that doesn't make it bad.  I've never told you this 
before, but I have let my father fuck me since I was about your age."

I heard a sharp gasp as Kyle's eyes opened wide and he just stared at me.

"Don't be so surprised.  Is it any different for a daughter to want to 
please her father in the same way a son wants to please his mom?"

"I just can't believe grandpa fucks you.  Does dad know?"

"Well, believe it... and he still does by the way!" I said with a smile 
on my face.  "And your father knows all about it."

"Really?!" Kyle gasped. "Noooooo, now you're just kidding me."

"Sure, why not?"

"What does dad say about it?"

"Well, what do you think he will say about his own son fucking his wife?" 
I said mischievously. 

"You're going to tell Dad!?" Kyle asked as his body seemed to go rigid 
with fear.

"Don't worry, we've discussed this since before you were born so it won't 
be any surprise, that's for sure!" I said with a little laughter to my 
voice.

"I guess I just never thought about you this way before mom," Kyle said, 
running his fingers along the outline of my breast pressed against him.

"Mmmmmmm, and how do you think about me now?" I inquired.

"I mean, you're STILL my mom you know," he said quickly, "It's just that, 
well you know, now it just seems different."

"Oh?" I responded innocently, "and how is it different."

"Mommmmmm!" he protested, suddenly acting his age with me, "You know what 
I mean."

"No, tell me" I pressed him.

"Well…..I mean now I want to do what we did again," he murmured shyly.   
I giggled like a schoolgirl.

"Well, from now on if you want to fuck me Kyle, all you have to do is ask 
you know."

Kyle's lips pursed and I could see he was struggling to say the words I 
knew his cock wanted him so badly to say.  Finally it just burst out of 
him like a balloon that suddenly was let loose. 

"Can I fuck you again Mom?"

God, if he only knew how badly I’d been waiting to hear those words from 
him! Could he fuck me? OF COURSE he could!


Chapter 5 - My Son Fucks Me Again
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My pussy was crying for another round of his young cock and this time it 
meant even more to me in that he had asked me to do it this time.  For 
the first time my little boy had asked if he could fuck his mom and I 
wanted to cry from the happiness I felt inside.  I reached up and kissed 
him on the cheek.   Somehow it just didn't seem right to kiss him on the 
lips.  I wasn't his girlfriend, I was his mother for heaven's sake! I 
wanted him sexually, not as his lover.

"Of course you can Kyle... of course you can," I murmured softy in his 
ear, "You can fuck me as much as you want to.  Like I said, all you have 
to do is ask me."

I rolled on my back and spread my legs, exposing my pussy for him to see.  
My arms reached out for him and he got on top of me missionary style. 
This time it didn't take any encouragement from me, he knew just what he 
wanted and it was exactly what I wanted as well.  He grabbed his dick and 
fumbled around, trying to get it into my pussy hole.

"Sorry,' he mumbled, as he kept pushing his cock against my crotch but 
never seemed to find the right Steve.

"It's OK, you'll learn," I encouraged him, "Here, let me show you."

I reached down and put my hand over his and helped him to guide himself 
to my wet pussy hole.

"Feel that?" I asked him as the head of his cock pressed against the 
opening of my cunt.  He nodded and made some noise that sounded like a 
yes. "Good... now push yourself in me."

I felt his cock press harder against my pussy and he groaned as he cock 
slid back inside of me again.

"That's it Kyle, that's my boy," I encouraged him, "Put it all inside of 
me."

His hips swung into me as he pushed his hard cock deeper and deeper into 
his mother's pussy.

"Now fuck me Kyle," I panted, my hips moving in rhythm with his son.  Our 
eyes met when I said that and I saw them sparkle.  "Do you like me to say 
that? DO you like to hear your mom ask you that?"

"Oh yeah," he gasped, "That's so cool to hear you mom ask you that!"

"Well fuck me then," I insisted, "fuck me harder!"

"Oh Mommmmmm," he groaned as he began to bang me probably the way he had 
always wanted to bang the little sluts he dated.

I loved him on top of me.  It was like my son was controlling me, taking 
charge of his mom sexually, working hard to satisfy my needs and desires. 

"Oh yeah Kyle, that's how I like it," I panted, "Fuck me just like that!"

He was pounding me, in every sense of the word.  His crotch would bang 
into mine, burying his shaft as deep in to me as he could and then 
withdrawing until he as barley in me, sometimes until he actually did 
slip out of me.  My cunt was so wet and spread open that it was easy now 
for him to re-enter me and just keep going without hardly losing a beat. 

"I'm going to cum again," he announced. I could feel him getting into 
position to pull out of me but I would have none of THAT!

"Stay in me Kyle," I begged him, "Cum inside your mother!"

"Ohhhhhh," he moaned as yet again my son came inside of me.

By now his balls must be getting low on sperm but he still managed a 
respectable orgasm. I wrapped my legs around him the best I could and 
pulled him tightly into me, letting his dick push as far as possible into 
me.  He emptied himself inside of me and it felt just as good as the 
first time. When he was finished he started to pull out of me but I held 
him and pulled him tightly down on top of me.

"Stay in me for a while Kyle," I whispered in a voice thick with emotion, 
"Let me feel you in me."

Kyle tried to hold himself off of me by resting on his elbows but I 
didn't mind the pressure of my son's naked body pressed against my own.  
It felt so right, no natural, to be with him like this.  Mother and son, 
naked and coupled together as one.

For the first time I think I understood how my father felt when he fucked 
me for the first time.  He had often told me how much he loved it and how 
special it made him feel for me to tell him I was his for whatever he 
wanted – no strings attached.  Sure it was different in that the child 
was now fucking his parent rather than offering herself to her father but 
in many ways it was a similar experience. 

I don't know for sure how long we laid like that.  His cock FINALLY 
shrunk down and eventually he pulled it out of me and got out of bed.  I 
looked hungrily at his fifteen year-old cock and if he had asked I would 
have let him fuck me yet again but I think I had reached the end of even 
his overactive teenage horniness. 

I briefly wondered what it would have been like to have a daughter, a 
girl didn't lose her lust with her orgasm.  It would certainly be 
different than it had been with Kyle! Another revelation swept through me 
as I thought how maybe this was how it was when my mom and I got together 
and why she preferred to be alone with me sexually.   We only did a 
three-some with my dad for his entertainment on special occasions.

I must have fallen asleep on his bed because next thing I knew I was 
being kissed and I opened my eyes to see Steve hovering over me – naked!

"Hmmm, looks like someone finally got her wish!" he said with a grin.  I 
just blushed and that told him all he needed to know.  I felt his hand 
exploring between my thighs as he climbed into bed with me.

"I think someone could use some more dick," he teased me as he rubbed his 
cock along my upper thigh and hip before getting on top of me.

Without another word he rammed it inside of me and started fucking me.  
It was a bit weird to fuck my husband in my son's bed not an hour after 
that same son had fucked me but who was I to complain? I was now getting 
it from both men in my life and what more could a wife - and mother, ask?

THE END