The cab ride to the hotel had me anxious and excited to see my son Jason. It had been months since he visited me at Thanksgiving with his girlfriend Margo but now I was feeling those familiar yet forbidden urges I've been having on account of this obsession with my son. And to think it was only four years ago that I began wanting my son, sexually that is. I can remember it like it had happened just moments ago; the first time I saw his cock fully erect.
It had been a long, trying day at work and I just wanted to get outta there. Fortunately for me, some documents needed to be dropped off with one of our clients whose office just happened to be near my house, so I volunteered to play courier if it meant I could leave early. I delivered the paperwork and went home with visions of me in my bathtub, with a glass of wine and the mellow tunes of Rod Stewart soothing away my tensions. What I discovered at home was anything but peaceful.
I opened the door and found my son Jason standing behind his girlfriend Christy. She was kneeling on my couch with Jason's cock sliding in and out of her. They were both naked as would be expected from two teenagers engaged in a sexual act and for a split second neither of them noticed me. I guess the door closing or my gasp got Jason's attention. His eye bugged out and he jumped back from Christy, leaving her pretty little ass up in the air and all alone. It was then I got my first good look at my son's gorgeous erect cock. It curved upward with a thick meaty shaft; veins protruding along its length. The head was bulbous and purple, oozing at the tip. The whole thing glistened with Christy's juices and I was captivated.
Time stood still at that moment as the images, sounds and smells I was experiencing were burned into my memory. It was all so detailed. The look of shock on Jason's face, the look of pleasure and disappointment on Christy's face, the smell of sex in the air, the wet slurp Jason's cock made as it left his girlfriends sopping pussy; all of it registered at that one moment and was saved. I couldn't look away; I wanted to see and yet didn't want to see.
"Mom, I..." Jason stammered and it yanked me back to reality.
My hand shot out haltingly and I went upstairs, locking myself in my room. I was panting but I knew it wasn't from dashing up the stairs. I'm in decent shape so that brief exertion wasn't making me short of breath. It suddenly became stifling in my room and I removed my blouse then my skirt. I stripped off my bra making my large breasts sway angrily. I was about to remove my panties and nylons when I saw my reflection in the mirrored closet doors. I didn't recognize the woman staring back at me. Her face and neck were flushed, her nipples looked as hard as a pair of marbles and there was a huge wet spot between her legs. She looked aroused...No, she looked desperately horny to be honest. The images from downstairs appeared again in my mind as I looked into the mirror and was bombarded with emotions.
The shock and embarrassment was to be expected, walking in on my son and Christy as they did what any healthy young people would be doing with hormones raging in their youthful bodies. I was a little angry but I couldn't be too mad at them. They were both eighteen and I did the same thing at their age too. I think I was a bit mad because they were doing it on my couch instead of my son's bed. I just hope there wasn't too big of a mess.
It was the jealousy that caught me off guard. I figure it's natural to feel jealousy as a woman when you see another getting something that you want from someone you care about like a boyfriend, a husband or a lover but Jason is my son. I shouldn't be jealous of his girlfriend, at least not when it comes to sex but it had been a long time since I felt the touch of a man.
I divorced my husband when Jason was only ten years old. The shame and inadequacy I felt from him leaving me for a younger woman sent me into self imposed celibacy; I didn't want to be with a man. That was eight years ago. Had it really been that long? I masturbated but that was the extent of my sexual life up to this point. However, now I wanted more. I wanted to be in Christy's place. I wanted to be kneeling on my couch with my round ass in the air and my big tits smashed into the cushions. I wanted to feel the sting of being stretched around a thick hard cock as it entered my neglected pussy, filling me like only a stiff throbbing cock can fill a woman. And I wanted my son to be the owner of that cock.
'WHOA! GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF CANDICE!' a disembodied voice shouted inside my head.
What I wanted was wrong. It was also illegal and socially unacceptable but I couldn't help what I was feeling. Shame and disgust kicked in and I stripped off my underwear and hose and bolted for the bathroom. I turned on the shower and jumped right into the icy flow, hoping to wash away the filth. I stood there trembling as the water warmed but I don't think the temperature of the water was the cause of my shivering. My skin felt hot and my pussy was on fire and no amount of scrubbing was going to cleanse me of these urges. It took a while before I realized my water bill could hit six figures and nothing would change. This was scary, unfamiliar territory for me. I'd NEVER had inappropriate thoughts toward Jason before and I didn't understand where they were coming from. I shut off the water to dry myself; so much for a relaxing afternoon.
I paid the cab driver and got checked in. I was about to go up to my room to freshen up when Jason texted me where and when to meet him before the ceremony; I was running late! He suggested taking an Uber rather than driving myself but I hadn't even had time to rent a car at the airport do to the flight delays I had. I figured I could get to the hotel, clean up and take a cab to the school. I had my bags taken to my room and heeded my son's suggestion. Fortunately the Uber driver that picked me up (I think his name was Todd) was a student at the University and knew exactly where Jason wanted to meet. He got me there with some time to spare, thank God.
I scanned the sea of caps and gowns and exuberant parents and friends and family but I didn't see Jason. I did see Margo in her cap and gown but my son wasn't with her. Had they broken up? Seeing her brought back memories of their visit at Thanksgiving. Over the years since Jason left for school, we'd kept in contact by phone, email and texting. He'd sent me pictures of the different girls he was 'dating' at school (Diane, Josie, Beth and a couple others) but Margo was the first he brought home.
They had flown from Portland, Oregon to Sacramento to see her parents and family on Thanksgiving itself. They drove down to Long Beach to stay with me for the weekend before heading back to Sacramento then flying back for school. I was happy to have my son home even if it was just a brief visit. I'd missed him but not the unhealthy urges his visit would revive.
When they arrived at my door I hugged them both, not wanting to linger over long in my son's arms and cause suspicion. Margo was about my height with a curvy figure and long dark hair. I invited them in and Jason took their bags to his room while Margo and I got acquainted. She was my son's age and shared a few classes with him. That's how they met. Jason returned and we moved to the kitchen so that I could cook and continue our conversation.
We had dinner and shared some wine. Jason and Margo took turns telling embarrassing stories about one another as we talked late into the evening. Jason was going to take Margo and me site seeing in the morning since Margo had never been farther south in California than Bakersfield so they called it a night and went to bed. I stayed up for a while to clean some dishes before retiring. I think I was just stalling. I wanted to give them time to get to bed and have whatever sex they were going to have before I got to my room and had to listen to it. I was thoroughly aroused by this time and was feeling very jealous of Margo too. I liked her, I really did but she was in bed with my son; where I wanted to be but couldn't. Once I'd cleaned everything that could be cleaned and then some, I trudged off to my room.
I listened at Jason's door briefly as I passed. I didn't hear anything and was relieved. I got undressed and climbed into bed, vowing not to touch myself while thinking of my son. 'The best laid plans of mice and men,' I think the saying goes. I heard a soft moan or at least I thought I did. Maybe I imagined it but then I heard it again. My room shared a wall with Jason's so I knew it was him and Margo possibly getting fired up for another round. The moans got louder and I could tell they were Jason's. Was Margo riding his cock or still stroking him back to life? Maybe she was sucking him. I felt a shiver run through me. I wanted to suck Jason's cock. I wanted to make him hard so I could slide his cock into my tight pussy and ride him...SHIT!
I sat up and opened my nightstand drawer. There it was, my son's cock. Well it was the best facsimile I could come up with from memory inasmuch as I couldn't have the real thing. I removed the dildo from its hiding place and reached for the bottle of lube next to it. Hearing more moans and feeling the amount of juices flowing from my pussy I decided lube wasn't needed tonight. I kicked off the covers and removed my panties and tank top. I laid back and spread my legs wide preparing to plunge Jason Jr. into my hungry pussy. I'd spent a lot of time online and in a few adult stores before deciding on this particular toy. It was the most accurate copy of my son's cock that I could find and it had brought me MANY orgasms over the last few years.
The moaning stopped and I hoped they hadn't heard me. There were some hushed voices and a giggle then I heard the bed in my son's room creak. It wasn't continuous squeaking like they were fucking, more like shifting positions. Was he going down on her? Had they called it quits? God I hope not...I can't believe I just thought that. I heard more creaking then Margo gasped and let out a soft groan. I felt myself shudder. I had the head of my dildo gliding along my wet cleft and it hit my inflamed clit. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out.
The creaking took on a rhythm and I knew they were fucking. There were more hushed words as the tempo increased. I obviously couldn't tell what position they were in so my mind recalled that original image of Jason and Christy but Christy was replaced by Margo. I suppressed a groan as I teased the entrance of my pussy with the head of my toy. And as I did the image changed again, now Margo disappeared and I was her replacement. This time I did groan but it must have gone unnoticed by Jason and Margo because they didn't stop or even slow down.
I quickly turned over, getting my knees under me and my ass in the air, just like I remembered Christy. I flung my long black hair over my shoulder and pushed the dildo into my needy pussy. I pumped it in and out, keeping time with my son's squeaking bed while trying to remain quiet. Margo's soft cries were coming quicker and higher in pitch; she was getting close and so was I. I squeezed the silicone cock with my vaginal muscles, making believe it was Jason and I was trying to make him cum. I was so close now, just a little more and I'd be there. I heard Jason grunt and Margo cried out despite her efforts to remain quiet. I knew Jason was cumming and he'd made her cum too. What he didn't know is that he made me cum as well. I bit my pillow to keep from screaming as the orgasm raged through my body. It was so intense. I'd never cum like that even when fantasizing about Jason fucking me. It had to be the added stimulus of him and Margo fucking in the next room that made it so powerful. By the time I came down from that earth shattering orgasm, I was a sweaty, trembling mess.
Quiet returned next door and I now lay on my back panting. It was then shame and guilt came calling. I was such a mess and I don't mean just physically. I managed to get to my feet and staggered to the ensuite. I soaked a washcloth and ran it over my body, helping me cool down. I relieved myself then returned to my sweat soaked sheets; staring at the ceiling for what must have been an hour before falling into a fitful sleep.
In the morning I woke with a start; images of incestuous sex lingering in my mind. It was still early but I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep. If I stayed in bed, I'd have my toy back in action and I didn't want to wake my son or Margo with the sounds of me fucking myself silly. So I got up, put on my panties, tank top and my favorite robe and decided to get some coffee in my system.
As I left my room, I met Margo in the hall on her way to the bathroom. Her hair was a mess, probably like mine, and she was wearing the robe I'd bought Jason that was similar to the one I had on. She looked at me with heavily lidded eyes and gave me a weak smile. We could have passed as sisters, with me being the much older one of course.
"Morning Margo," I whispered, not knowing if Jason was awake yet.
"Morning," she yawned as she entered the bathroom.
Once she closed the door I looked at the door to my son's room. It was open just a crack. I peered in, I couldn't help myself. I didn't know what I was hoping to see but what I did see lit the fire in my loins once more. Jason was on his back still sleeping. When Margo had gotten up, she must have shifted the covers leaving them just above my son's waist. The head of his cock was barely concealed beneath the tented sheet. My heart was racing and my mind was trying to will that sheet back so I could see Jason's impressive morning wood.
I was assaulted by conflicting thoughts. Some begging me to go in and take a look while others screamed for me to get the coffee started like a good mother would. I began to listen to the voices urging me to enter his room. I saw his cock twitch and I gasped. Fortunately he didn't hear me. Scenarios unfolded in my head as my panties grew damp. I could still smell the lingering aroma of sex coming from his room and that didn't help my current condition. What if I snuck in there and pulled the sheet back for a quick look? Maybe I could straddle him while covering his eyes so if he woke up, he'd think I was Margo in a playful mood. I could slide his cock inside me before...I heard the toilet flush and it snapped out of my fantasy world. I hastily made my way down stairs and started breakfast.
Jason's hand on my shoulder made me jump.
"Sorry Mom, I didn't mean to scare you," he said hugging me.
"That's okay baby, I'm just glad you found me."
"Yeah it's crazy out here," he commented, looking around.
"I saw Margo over there and was surprised you weren't with her."
"Well...we're not exactly seeing each other anymore," he replied, casting his eyes downward.
"That's too bad. I thought she was a nice girl. What happened?"
"Mom...," he shuffled nervously, "I don't really want to get into that right now okay?"
I nodded and gave him another hug. He gave me a program for the ceremony and told me where I should sit for the best view as he walked on stage. We were going to meet back up at this same spot afterward and I was going to take him out for a nice dinner to celebrate. He had to get seated himself so he gave me another quick hug before dashing off.
The ceremony was long and kind of boring except for the part when Jason walked on stage to get his diploma. I screamed my head off. We met back up and he drove me to my hotel so I could clean up and get changed. He was such a gentleman; telling me I looked beautiful and that I didn't need to change but I had plans. He patiently sat by the window in my suite as I took a quick shower and got ready. I pulled out all the stops. I had a new dress, new heels and even new hosiery for the occasion. This was a special night for Jason and if things went right, it could be very special for both of us! Once I was dressed and had my makeup on, I stepped into my new heels and went out to show my son.
Jason's jaw dropped when he saw me; just the reaction I was hoping for. My dress was a form fitting number that was strapless but had a sheer top that came up my neck and had matching long sleeves. It hugged my curves down to the middle of my thighs, that's where my expensive hosiery took over, encasing me from waist to toe. Speaking of my toes, they were freshly painted and could be seen peeking out of my five inch platform pumps veiled in gossamer nylon. My long black hair fell in waves down my back. I'd been letting it grow. I held my arms out from my sides and made a slow turn.
"Well...What do ya think?"
Jason swallowed hard before trying to speak, "Holy shit Mom! You look incredible!"
"Oh honey, that's so sweet of you to say," I hugged him. Even in my towering heels I had to look up to him but as I held Jason I felt a bulge in his pants. I think my heart skipped a beat.
On the ride down in the elevator I suggested we leave his car at the hotel and take an Uber to dinner. That way we wouldn't have to worry about drinking and driving. Jason agreed. We didn't have to wait long for the driver to arrive. I gave him the address of the restaurant and we were off.
I think Jason was a bit shocked at the place I'd picked for dinner. The Ringside Steakhouse was known for its incredible food and high prices but money wasn't an issue tonight, we were celebrating. We had cocktails while we waited for our table, champagne with our starters and I fine wine with dinner. I made sure to sit close to Jason in the booth. I'd graze his leg with mine or put my hand on his thigh when he made me laugh and of course gave him plenty of motherly kisses. I was so happy to be with him and was looking forward to him coming home soon so that he'd be close again, even if I had to be a traditional mother and curb my lustful urges. I ordered us some port to go with our dessert and it was phenomenal but that's when he dropped the bomb on me.
"Texas! What's in Texas?" I nearly started to cry.
"I got recruited by a big company out there. Besides it's cheaper for me to live and I can get my own place sooner," he replied trying to appeal to my logical side.
That part of me had been pushed aside by the wanton urges I was having for him so I shouldn't be surprised that I didn't see the logic in his words. I didn't want to see it but I had to put on a show of excitement so as to keep from breaking down in tears. My evening had been dashed on the rocks. He described the wonderful opportunity he was getting and all I could think is 'My son isn't coming home.' I ordered a second glass of port to help drown my sorrow.
As I paid the bill, Jason got a text from one of his friends. They were having a 'going away' gathering at a nearby pub and wanted him there so they could all have one last drink before going their separate ways. He had a concerned look on his face when he asked if I minded if he went. Of course I minded. I wanted him for myself that evening, especially since he would be leaving for Texas in a week or so and wanted me to ship his stuff to him from home. He wasn't even coming back to pick it up himself. I wanted him to take me back to my hotel and fuck my brains out but that didn't seem like it would materialize either. But what he asked next helped lift my spirits.
"Do ya wanna come with me?" placing his hand on my thigh and giving it a rub.
I don't know if it was a sympathy rub, an exploratory rub or something else but his hand on my thigh was electrifying. I wanted to grab it and press it against my wet pussy to show him how much I wanted him but I maintained control.
"Are you sure you want your mother as a drinking buddy tonight? I might cramp your style when it comes to the ladies."
"Don't worry about it," he replied with a dismissive wave, "It'll be fun."
I know how these kinds of gatherings go. I went to college and to those parties. It's all about drinking, pairing up and disappearing for some bon voyage sex but if he didn't mind his mother tagging along and partying with his friends, I was happy to spend as much time as I could with my son.
The pub was a couple blocks away so we decided to walk; probably not the best idea. It took us a while to cover that distance because walking two blocks in my ridiculously high heels was more ambitious than I had thought. I really didn't want to break an ankle and spend the evening in the emergency room.
When we arrived, the place was packed with twenty-something's and one old lady. Talk about feeling overdressed AND outta place. Jason's friends had taken over the back corner of the joint and the drinks were flowing. I was handed a beer before I was even introduced. A young man named Randy hopped off his chair and offered it to me as Jason said his 'Hello's.'
One of the more intoxicated guys waved at me, "Hey Margo...Lookin' good tonight."
"I'm not Margo I'm..."
"This is Candice," Jason interrupted while giving me a funny look.
I wasn't sure what his motive was for introducing me as Candice and not his mother but I was willing to play along. With all the names being shot at me from around the table, there was no way I'd remember all of them. The mix of guys and girls were very friendly and the conversations returned to professors they loved or classes they hated but being the 'old lady' at the table and not being a student at their University, I just listened and smiled and drank free beer. Jason was drinking too and at some point his hand came to rest on my back. I didn't mind, in fact I rather enjoyed his touch. It made me feel like his girlfriend rather than his mother.
A round of shots hit the table and they quickly disappeared. I even helped. More beer arrived and the drinking continued. It wasn't long before I realized my son's hand had moved down my back and was now cupping my ass cheek. It felt wonderful having Jason touching me like that even if he was doing it mindlessly. Another round of shots arrived and I joined in the toast even though I had no idea what we were toasting.
Jason excused himself to use the restroom and less than a minute later I felt a hand on my shoulder and a young man was asking me to dance. It was Randy, the guy that gave up his seat for me. Well I like to dance and the alcohol had given me a nice buzz so 'What the hell?' Randy was tall like my son, handsome too with a roguish smile and boyish charm. On the dance floor if you could call it that, people were bumpin' and grindin' to music I was unfamiliar with but it had a good beat and I know how to move to a beat.
Randy was a good dancer and very charming, complimenting me on my outfit and dancing skills. Let me tell you that as a woman, old enough to be the mother of most of the people in the place, it felt really good to have a young handsome man stroking my ego. As the second song ended, I could see Jason looking at me from the table. I started dancing as the music came up again, putting on a bit of a show for him. I felt Randy's hands on my swaying hips and his hard cock grinding into my ass. God I'm so horny. I then saw the perturbed look on Jason's face and quickly spun around to put a little distance between me and Randy. He pursued and tried grinding on me from the front but I kept swaying and shifting until the song ended. I was relieved I'd been able to avoid him but a slow song started and he moved in again.
"Mind if I cut in?" Jason asked, giving Randy a stern look then pulled me close into his arms.
I was in heaven as I clung to my boy. His hands were on my waist and mine were around his neck as we swayed to the music. I felt like we were alone on that crowded dance floor now that my son was holding me. I didn't want it to end and I could see he was smiling down at me.
"What's that smile for?" I asked.
"C'mon young man," furrowing my brow, "don't lie to your mother."
"It's just the look on your face when you saw me watching you and Randy dry-humping..." he chuckled, shaking his head and I blushed, "I'm sorry about Randy. He can be a little aggressive."
"Well at least you came to my rescue."
"And forgive Derek for mistaking you for Margo. He's pretty drunk and I think he has a thing for..."
I didn't hear much after that as I was hit by a sudden realization. It was like a sharp slap in the face. That morning I encountered Margo in the hall came rushing back. She and I could be sisters. Or was she a surrogate for me. I thought about Jason's other girlfriends prior to Margo and other than Christy; they were all brunettes with curvy figures and relatively large breast...just like me. My knees became weak and I staggered. Jason caught me before I fell.
"Mom, are you alright?"
"I think...I think you should take me back to the hotel," I replied, not meeting his gaze, "All that alcohol has gone to my head."
But I was the liar now. I was suddenly stone sober or at least I was thinking clearly, as clearly as a mother could be thinking as she contemplated fucking her own son...A son who had been dating women who matched my physical description to a T. Was it just a coincidence? I hoped it wasn't because I was going to test my theory once we were alone in my hotel room. Jason got out his phone and got us a ride back to the hotel.
He and I walked to the elevator but I was in my own little world. My mind was racing and my heart pounding with anticipation and fear. I was afraid I might be wrong and the consequences that I'd face if I was. I could end up driving my son away from me forever. But I kept seeing the pictures of all those other women and reliving that moment in the hall with Margo. I know I'm right but I have to be sure.
When we got to my room I invited Jason in. He appeared anxious. So was I but I didn't want him to leave just yet. I had to keep him here long enough to test my theory. I had to think quickly.
"Honey...why don't you hang out here for a while and sober up. I don't want you driving and getting pulled over by the police," I said putting on my best 'concerned mother' face.
Jason nodded and headed for the chair by the window again.
"Jason," I turned and pulled my hair to the side, "Can you unzip me please?"
He stepped up behind me and I took a half step back to push my ass into his groin. His cock was hard as steel and my pussy began to flow. He ran the zipper down and stepped back, keeping his eyes on me. I opened the door separating the bedroom from the rest of the room and walked to the bed. I swayed my hips seductively while watching my son. Jason's eyes moved up and down my form. I removed my right arm from its sleeve and placed it over my chest before freeing my left. Jason was still watching me. I slowly turned and motioned to him come closer. He did.
I shifted my right arm, letting the top of my dress fall and exposed my breasts to him. Jason stood there staring, mouth agape in sheer wonderment. I shimmied my dress down past my hips allowing it to pool at my feet. I stepped to the side, kicked off my heels and picked up the dress, laying it on the bed. My stunned son was frozen in place. I was now standing in front of him in just my seamless pantyhose and lacey thong. My nipples ached and my panties were soaked. I'm sure he could smell my arousal; I definitely could.
I moved in close to Jason, putting my arms around his neck. I looked into his eyes, searching for anything that would make me believe he didn't want what I was about to offer. Not seeing anything negative I drew him down for a kiss. It was gentle and loving like a mother would give to her son she loved and was proud of. His lips seemed stiff. I pulled back to look at him again. I could see confusion and something else. I was hoping it was lust. I kissed him again. This time lingering longer and caressing his lips with my tongue. When I pulled back, Jason's hands went to my hips and he pulled me in tight. He kissed me and I opened my mouth to his probing tongue. His strong fingers kneaded my ass cheeks through their silky second skin. I moaned.
My hands went to his belt and quickly unfastened it. I then unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. Our tongues wrestled as I freed his rampant cock. I moaned again feeling it in my hand for the first time after so long imagining it. It was hot and hard and slick with pre-cum. I was about to break our lustful kiss and take it into my mouth when Jason shoved me backward onto the bed. He removed his pants and flung his shirt to the floor before climbing onto the bed between my legs. We kissed again. My arms held him tight and my legs lock around his waist. I wasn't going to let go. His throbbing cock came to rest on my stiff clit and I gasped. He rocked his hips, grinding his shaft into my wet cleft. I thought I was going to lose my mind. I bucked my hips in time with his when my first orgasm struck me like a runaway train. I screamed in ecstasy, trembling and writhing beneath my son. After that I drove my tongue down his throat in a lustful kiss until my orgasm faded.
I lay there panting, unwilling to release my grip on Jason. He was staring into my eyes with a burning hunger. He was going to fuck me. And I was going to let him. I had wanted this for so long, how would I not? Jason moved up and I released my arms and legs. I reached for the waistband of my nylons and thong to remove them but my son had other ideas. He tore open my hose and yanked my lacy thong to the side. His cock was in me before I could raise a protest about him ruining my expensive pantyhose. I shrieked as his steel hard cock filled me and then I didn't give a damn about anything. If the price to have my son fuck me was a torn pair of $50 Wolford's, I'd gladly pay it.
Neither of us moved for those first few seconds that our bodies were joined. I think we were both in shock at what we were doing. Until the moment he impaled me with his stiff prick, all that we'd done could have been passed off as drunken hijinks. Not anymore. We'd crossed the line into SERIOUS taboo territory and there was no going back. I didn't want to go back and hopefully neither did Jason.
I mentioned before there was nothing like the feeling of being filled by a nice big, thick, hard cock and I stand by that statement. The toy I'd purchased to replicate that feeling did a good job but it pales in comparison to the real thing; the heat and firmness of a throbbing, fully erect cock, buried to the hilt in my pussy could not be duplicated by cold silicone. And the fact that this throbbing cock was attached to my son made it all the better. I can't explain it except for saying he fit me perfectly, like pieces of a precision jigsaw puzzle. But I didn't just want him to lay there with his beautiful cock inside me.
"Fuck me, baby. Please fuck me," there was utter desperation in my voice.
To his credit, Jason didn't hesitate and withdrew his cock until just the head remained in my clenching hole then had drove it home again...and again...and again. And after roughly a dozen strokes I exploded in orgasm for the second time.
"OH baby I'm cumming...I'm cumming for you...I'm cumming..." I was trying to be quiet but I don't know how successful I was at it.
Jason kept pumping away with me bucking and thrashing under him. One of his hands supported his body while the other alternately squeezed my breasts and twisted and rolled my aching nipples. He was good at pleasing his mother, that's for sure. I had come down from that latest high but was well on my way to orgasm number three. Jason was huffing and puffing and I could tell by the urgency of his thrusts that he was close too. Then he made a loud gasp followed by several savage lunges.
"MOM, I'M CUMMING! Oh FUCK I'm cumming!"
I wanted to praise him or encourage him but when that first geyser of his hot seed sprayed inside me, all I could manage was a pathetic squeak because it set off my third orgasm of the evening and it was intense. My eyes rolled back in my head and I saw stars. Jason kept driving into me, grunting like and animal. I wanted to hold on but my limbs felt like Jell-O and weren't responding to my commands. Jason briefly collapsed on top of my quivering body, gulping down air. When I was able to move again, I reflexively clamped my legs back around his waist. I didn't want him to pull out because he felt so good inside me. His cock continued to twitch in my pussy causing it to contract in response but I could feel him shrinking. I reluctantly released him and Jason rolled onto his back beside me.
There was a long silence where all that could be heard was our ragged breathing. I was staring at the ceiling contemplating what had just happened between us and I think Jason was too. I was so afraid he was going to regret what we'd done. My hand sought his and when I found it, our fingers laced together. I held his hand, not sure what to say or do until the silence became deafening to me.
"Jason...I love you."
"I love you too mom," his voice was quiet and reserved.
"Baby, I don't want you to regret what we did. It was wonderful..." my words trailed off but I couldn't stop there, "I don't want this to change things between us."
He turned his head toward me, "How can it not change things between us?" I felt terror at his words. I turned to face him and I guess I was crying because he reached over and wiped tears from my cheeks. "Don't cry mom. I didn't mean that in a bad way."
I let out an audible sigh, "I was so worried you thought I was a terrible person."
He kissed me softly then said, "How could I possibly think that. You're the most wonderful woman I know."
That did it. The flood gates opened and I really started to cry. They were tears of joy but I was blubbering like a little girl. My beautiful boy didn't think I was a disgusting monster and that put me on cloud nine. I clung to him as the tears flowed. He was caressing my back and combing his fingers through my sweat soaked hair the whole time I was making a fool outta myself. When I was finally able to look him in the eye again he gave me a big smile and my heart melted.
"Mom...Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure honey, anything?" I responded with a sniffle.
"When did you first start to...ya know...think about having sex with me?"
My cheeks felt like they were on fire. I can't believe I'm embarrassed about anything after what had just happened, especially an honest question like that. I must have felt self conscious about how long I've lusted for him and all of my lascivious thoughts and deeds since I first felt those incestuous urges. He remained smiling, patiently waiting for my answer.
"Do you remember that day I caught you and Christy fucking on my living room couch?" he was now blushing too, "When I saw your beautiful cock standing straight up, all wet with her juices, I knew I had to have you."
"Why did it take you so long to do anything about it?"
"Jason, you have to understand I'm not supposed to have those kinds of thoughts about my son. It's wrong on so many levels. I felt so dirty yet I couldn't stop thinking about you in that way. I thought I was a horrible person so I did my best to hide it," I could feel the tears welling again.
He leaned in and kissed me and it felt like the weight of the world was lifted from me. We kissed for several minutes after that. It wasn't like before, urgent and lustful, but soft and loving. We held each other, caressed each other, just enjoying our new found intimacy. The next time we broke, I had a nagging question for him.
"So...How long have you been lusting for me?"
"I think it was the same day you realized you wanted me," he replied bashfully. I guess I had a confused look on my face so he went on, "I saw the look in your eyes and although I was scared to death you're gonna castrated me for catching us fucking, I'd seen that same look in Christy's eyes every time we were about to do it. I was confused at first but also very turned on by the possibility you wanted to fuck me. How did you know I wanted to fuck you?"
"Gee, let me think...It could have been that the last half-dozen girls you've dated looked like clones of a younger me..." I replied sarcastically, "I just didn't realize it until tonight when your drunken buddy thought I was Margo and I put two and two together while we were dancing."
I snuggled in closer to my son, tossing a leg over one of his, gliding it up and down. When I did Jason shivered and made a soft moan. I also noticed his cock twitched and I took it in hand. It was sticky with our combined juices but I didn't care. I gave it a gentle stroke while keeping my leg moving over his skin and he shivered again.
"Do you like that?' I asked, watching his expression.
"Mmm hmm," he nodded.
"Which one? My hand or my leg?"
"Both," he looked directly at me and I could see his cheeks flush again, "You might think this is a bit weird but I love seeing your legs in nylons. I've always had a thing for women in pantyhose but your legs drive me nuts."
"Well...I think that's pretty tame given the circumstances but I'm flattered my legs turn you on," I lifted my calf, twisting it side to side while flexing my toes, "But do me a favor, next time ask before you tear into my hose. These were really expensive."
"Sorry," he gave me a rueful grin, "but...could you leave them on for now?"
I laughed, "Sure baby, anything for you."
His cock was throbbing in my hand; begging for attention. I slid down his body and took the head in my mouth. It tasted wonderful. I've always liked the flavor of my own pussy but to taste it mixed with his cum made Jason's cock absolutely delicious. I took more of his length into my mouth, swabbing it with my tongue. Once I'd cleaned it of all our juices, I began bobbing on it just to hear Jason moan in ecstasy. Pleasing my son was intoxicating to me. I could've sucked on him forever but now my pussy was begging for attention.
I scrambled onto my son's hips and aimed his cock at my drooling sex. I dropped my weight, skewering myself on Jason's rigid dick. I nearly came right there and then. Jason's hands cupped my breast and I shivered in delight. He played with my tits as I rode him and with the added stimulation of his talented fingers, I came very hard again. I trembled and quaked as my orgasm consumed me. I was washed away by waves of pleasure, it was incredible.
I finally crumpled onto Jason's chest panting and twitching. He just held me in his arms and that was almost as pleasurable as my last orgasm. I felt bad he didn't cum too but I laid there catching my breath. It wasn't long though before his hips started moving and I knew he needed relief.
I crawled off my son and remained on my hands and knees. This was how I'd always pictured being fucked by Jason and I suddenly felt energized. My heart was racing again and I could see the excitement in his eyes as he maneuvered behind me. His hands caressed my silky ass and thighs for a few agonizing moments then he gripped my waist and pulled me back to him. I was trembling again.
His cock found my dripping pussy and he sheathed himself fully in my wet depths. I dropped my head to the mattress and cried. It was a dream come true and it felt better than I'd ever imagined. I may have had a minor orgasm at that moment as well but I can't be sure.
Jason started fucking me and let me tell you, he fucked me like a man possessed. He slammed into me hard and fast to the point of pushing me up the bed. My pussy gripped his pistoning cock as tight as I could, trying to give him the most pleasure possible. I wanted him to cum again inside me. I wanted to feel his hot sperm splashing into my womb. His powerful strokes became shorter and more brutal but I didn't care. I just wanted him to fuck me. I would have called his name or given him encouragement but his pounding was forcing the air from my lungs in the form of guttural groans.
When Jason stabbed himself in me, holding my ass to his hips, I knew he was going to cum. My stockinged feet locked over his calves and I gripped the sheets with white knuckles as he flooded my cunt with his fiery cum. It was absolutely primal. I came too as he emptied his balls in me. There is nothing in this world that could have made me happier at that moment than to be joined with me son so intimately.
I don't know how long it was that we stayed like that; mother and son locked together in that carnal union. I was so dizzy that I may have lost consciousness for a bit. I do remember Jason pulling me over onto my side as he held me in the blissful afterglow. His cock remained in my velvety grip for quite a while before losing its strength and slipping free. I felt so empty...It made me sad even though I was in my son's loving arms, recovering from the best orgasm of my life. I wanted Jason more now than ever.
"Jason...I want you to stay with me," my voice was soft.
"Don't worry mom, I'll stay the night with you," he replied in a sleepy voice.
"No honey, I mean I want you to spend the rest of the weekend here with me. I don't want to leave this room for anything. I want you to hold me and kiss me and fuck me until neither of us can move," I was pleading.
"I'd be happy to mom."
He drifted off to sleep after that and I was ecstatic. I lay there in his arms happier than I'd been in many years but it was bittersweet. I knew after this weekend, he'd be off to start his own life as a young college graduate and I'd be alone. I wanted him to be successful so I focused on that rather than self pity. No matter, I was going to enjoy what was left of this weekend with my wonderful son.
Ten Months Later
It took me a while to get acclimatized to the weather in the Fort Worth area but I was managing. I had a hard time convincing my boss to let me transfer to our Texas branch but eventually he reluctantly agreed. I sold my house and moved into a nice four bedroom home with a decent sized lot just over thirty minutes from my work. Jason helped me find this place since he'd been in Texas a few months longer than I. He had a condo in the city but he stayed with me every weekend. We would also see each other a few times during the week with me staying at his place every now and then. It was as good as I could have hoped for considering I didn't want to be over a thousand miles from my son.
I sat out on my porch waiting for Jason to arrive. He must have hit traffic headed out of town for the weekend. I got home early to get some dinner started for when he arrived. We were staying in tonight, as usual. It had only been two days since Jason and I last fucked but I was exceptionally horny today and beside myself with anticipation.
I saw his truck turn onto my street and my pussy began to tingle. My panties would have been soaked by the time he pulled in the driveway if I had been wearing any. He hopped out of his truck and I anxiously waited for him to take me into his arms. I would refrain from a tonsil swabbing kiss until we were inside. For the moment I'd have to be satisfied with giving him a couple motherly pecks in case the neighbors were watching. It was difficult because I was so excited to tell him the news...I'm seven weeks pregnant.