Planning the Trip
"I thought that during your fall break, your dad and I could take some days off and we take a family trip down to the Bahamas. I got the urge to go buy some new things to wear on the trip, like this little dress." We could all go down -- you can hang out on the beach and watch the girls in their bikinis and maybe your Dad and I could spice up our love life a little." I gave my son a wink and then giggled, "If you know what I mean?" He looked at me as his face started getting red. "Mom, It's just...I'm not sure I want to hear about yours and Dad's sex life," he said frowning. "Or lack thereof," I said right back and looked up at him, offering him a little smile. "Of course, honey -- I don't expect to talk to you about your father and I in the sack, but, you're not blind. You know that your father and I have kind of drifted apart these last few years," thinking it was obvious. "I went shopping to get a few things that might get the old engines revved back up." I winked at my son again and was relieved to see him nodding. "I really need a man's opinion and you're definitely a man and you'd tell me the truth and besides, who else could I ask, Mr. Turner down the street?" At that we both laughed and the tension seemed to break. I looked at myself naked in the full length mirror on the bedroom door and was amazed at what I saw. My breasts were heaving heavily, nipples thick and erect and amongst my wispy blonde pubic hair I could see glistening pink flesh as my labia had begun to swell and part. I hung my head in shame, knowing that what I was doing was a sin, but even worse, that this contemplated sin was turning me on. I struggled to muster up whatever was inside me that would see this seduction through. To my surprise, it didn't take me long to find it. I thought over and over about what I had to do.
I called John into my bedroom hoping for a good reaction. "So what do you think?" John began to answer me, but his reply died on his lips as he took in his scantily dressed mother. My negligee either scared him or aroused him or hopefully both. I wondered what he might be thinking -- maybe wondering why I was so sexily dressed, obviously not wearing a bra and as his eyes scanned downward studying the hem of my negligee, noticing that my panties were crotch-less. John's mouth hung wide open and his eyebrows lifted high on his forehead as he ogled his middle-aged mother nearly nude. "Does modeling my new clothes for you make you hard?" I needed to know. "Please tell me -- does this outfit make your cock hard?" John licked his lips and opened his mouth and then closed it. His face was turned, unable to turn and look at me he whispered, "Yes." There was a long pause and then John said, "Mom, you are so beautiful." I turned my head to look up at him and asked in a quite voice, "Really?" John gave me a shy smile and said, "Really, Mom -- I've always thought you were beautiful." I walked over and after giving him a lingering peck on the cheek, my meaty breast rubbing against his body. "You're so sweet, baby," I said, running my hands through his hair. "Thank you, I'm glad I made your cock stiff -- I wanted to turn you on," I told him. "Why don't we sit down on the bed." I slipped my hand further up and palmed the khaki covered monster in his crotch. I could feel it pulsing in rhythm with his heart. I looked into my son's eyes and with an eager, pleading tone said, "Can I see it John? Can Mom see her son's big, erect cock?" Freeing it from the confines of his shorts, I finally looked down and now I was speechless. Oh my god! Who the hell knew my son was carrying around such a huge piece of cock flesh. Almost mesmerized, I began to slowly stroke it, feeling it pulse with life in my grip. I tore my eyes away from my son's mammoth cock and looked again into his eyes. "John, your cock is lovely," I breathed hoarsely. "It's so damn big!" I lowered my voice conspiratorially and added, "You're much bigger than your father," which was not a lie. Just holding it in my hand, I knew my son's cock was both longer and thicker than Dad's dick. Stroking his cock, I again and kissed him on the lips, rolling my tongue over his still pressed together lips. "Mom, my son finally managed to gasp. "We can't -- we shouldn't be doing...this is wrong," seeming somewhat concerned. "No it's not, baby," I said gently, never ceasing my slow stroking. "You love me and I love you. I make you hard and you..." I paused for emphasis. "You make me so wet!" I held out my arms, spreading my legs wider. "Please, son. I want you. I need you." I thrust my pelvis up, flaunting myself -- trying to entice him with the slick wet, pink flesh flowered open before him. "Please, John, please fuck me, fuck your mother." I took him in my embrace and kissed him passionately, wrapping my arms around him, holding him to me. I drew my feet up and worked his undone shorts down to his ankles where he managed to kick free of them altogether. Between wet, sloppy kisses and breathless exclamations of love to each other, I yanked his t-shirt over his head and flung it away, showering his chest with kisses. He definitely has a man's body being very defined. Between my legs, a fire raged, being stoked into a terrible conflagration with each movement of his big, hard penis against my swollen lips. I needed to be fucked. I really needed to be fucked!
I reached down with one hand and took his throbbing member and placed it against the wet, clasping opening of my aching, needy pussy. It was time, I was about to be fucked by my own child. I never in my life felt so complete. In accepting my son's cock inside of me, I was doing this for the two of us, the utter and complete truth was present as well. I was about to be fucked by my son because I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted my son to fuck me as I had never wanted anything before. As John's cock began to press into my cunt -- as his huge cock-head was enveloped by my hot, tender and oh so wet flesh. I heard my son growl and like a wild beast taking its mate, my sweet son John took me. His huge dick inside me to the hilt in one fierce thrust. I threw my head back and let out with a scream as my tender, aroused flesh yielded to his long, massive pole of cock meat -- going deep, deep, deeper than anyone ever had before and as each inch burrowed towards my womb, waves of sheer carnal pleasure exploded inside me, magnified by the knowledge and instinctual recognition of the flesh of my flesh melding with my flesh in incestuous union. He thrust his cock into me again and again like an out of control jackhammer. He was a tight fit and the first dozen or so thrusts held pain as well as pleasure, but with each stroking visit of his cock, my pussy adapted and as the first waves of an incestuous orgasm started. I began to meet his thrusts, both of us like lust enraged beasts, locked in furious fucking. I was quickly in the throes of a son induced orgasm. My son fucked me hard, but he fucked me sloppy. I knew without a doubt that it was his first time -- that he was completely without experience, moving awkwardly, barely doing anything more than following instincts and yet it was the most wondrous fuck of my life. Just feeling his cock sliding along, scraping my inner flesh with his penis -- the touch of my son's flesh upon mine, did things to my body that no-one, not even his dad at his most experienced and enthusiastic best, had ever done. I clawed at him and clung to him, fingernails digging into his shoulders and my legs wrapped tight around his ass. Our bodies slapped together wetly as we became covered in fuck sweat. I could smell my own pussy, juices literally pouring forth as he moved back and forth in me -- my inner thighs becoming slippery and allowing him to somehow pound that lovely cock into me all the harder and faster. We kissed and bit at each other, his breath heavy on my neck and then my face. He sucked at my breast with gusto, reinforcing both my awareness of my son and long forgotten memories of nursing him and my sudden overpowering desire for him. As my second massive orgasm swelled up inside of me, fueled by my son's big cock, I forgot all thoughts of my husband and let myself fall headlong into a well of incestuous lust -- never wanting this moment to end, desiring nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with my son's lovely cock buried deep inside me and knowing nothing more than I loved my son with ever fiber of my being. I began to scream incoherently, slamming myself against John's thrusts and then came the mother of all orgasms as I felt my son stiffen, thrust deep and almost go into convulsions as he emptied his balls into my pussy. Our breathing slowed, our kisses became gentler and I had the last exquisite moments of orgasm as John slowly shrank and finally slipped from my pussy's grasp. He left me for just a few second, turning off the lights and pulling blankets over us. My last memories were of John's arms wrapped around me, holding me safe and warm in his arms as we both slipped into a well deserved sleep.