Incest

My name is Lucy and I’m a mother of a beautiful boy named Scott. As many of these stories seem to go I am a divorcee. I have been divorced since Scott was 9 years old. His father is a good man, but we fell out of love with each other and decided it was better to end the marriage. Since then I have been living with my son alone while I raise him in the suburbs of Chicago.

I am 34 years old and I had my sweet little baby when I was merely 20 years old. I have long auburn hair and I’ve been told a great figure. (I work out 4-5 times a week still and have a tight body 33-25-36!) I have C cup breasts and dark brown eyes. I describe myself since I know people want to be able to imagine the story as they read along. I suppose I should describe my baby boy too. He has dark brown hair like mine and smooth milky white pale skin. All my friends and neighbors dote on him and know he will be quite the lady killer when he grows up. I think so too!

Let’s see, where to begin?! I suppose I’d have to be honest to say that I’ve entertained thoughts and fantasies of incest since I was young. Even at a young age I can recall having “forbidden” sexual fantasies as my sexuality began to bloom. I would often lay in my bed at night and masturbate while imagining all kinds of dirty scenarios. Maybe it’s because I didn’t know better, but I included everyone in them. Neighborhood boys, fathers, even girls and mothers. I guess I’ve always been somewhat bisexual. As I laid in bed rubbing my bare pussy I would imagine “exploring” sex with all the different people I knew. It turned me on immensely and it wasn’t long before I started thinking about “experimenting” with some of the members in my own family. I had an older brother, john, and an older sister, Tammy. John was 3 years older and Tammy about a year and a half. I would imagine sneaking into my brothers or sisters room late at night and asking them “bad” questions I already knew most of the answers to. They would lovingly answer my curious questions and then begin to show me the things we discussed. I wanted very badly to touch my brother’s penis and to suck on it like I’d seen in my daddy’s magazines. I didn’t stop at having fantasies about my siblings either. I imagined a similar game with my father where I would sit in his lap and ask questions and he would smile and say he was happy to show “his little girl” anything she wanted to know about. I imagined spreading my legs in his lap to lift my skirt and show him how I played with myself and what I liked. He would help me play with myself and teach me about my clit and other parts. I was usually the instigator in my little girl fantasies. I would tell him I wanted to know what it was like to suck on a man’s penis and he would let me excitedly unzip his pants and reach in to pull out his large cock. I would tell him I just wanted to make him feel good because I loved him so much and then proceed to lick his cock until it became hard. I always imagined him being loving and nice as he “let his daughter play and please her daddy.” Nothing ever happened in reality, but I probably wouldn’t have stopped it if the opportunity had arisen.

As I got older I began to develop a strong cum fetish too. By my late teens I was sucking off local boys that I was dating or just hanging out with and I loved the feeling of them cumming in my mouth. I loved the way their cocks stiffened and their breath became suddenly rapid. I would suck them harder and tell them it was okay to cum in my mouth. I would tell them that I liked it even though other girls didn’t. I would fantasies about saying the same things to my daddy as his breath quickened. I would cum as I fingered myself in bed and imagined swallowing my daddy’s cum for him. Sometimes at breakfast after a long night of fingering myself I would sneak peaks at his bulge in his pants and imagine asking him to let me suck him off right there at the kitchen table. I wanted him to cum on my breakfast so I could eat it. Like I said, I was a pretty horny girl. I suppose that horny little girl never went away as I was very sexually active all through my school years and beyond. I never got “out of control” or was known as the neighborhood slut since I preferred to keep my sexual escapades quiet always choosing girls, boys, and scenarios that wouldn’t let the world know what I was up to, but I was certainly up to a lot.

I had a healthy sex life in my marriage. Scott Senior, my husband whom I married when we found out I was pregnant, had a lot of kinky sex and even did some swinging. He liked watching me suck and fuck other men and women and I liked letting him watch. He was a bit dominant and I always have had a very “pleasing” submissive side. Sometimes we would even role play and I would call him daddy and it always brought on the best orgasms for me.

I honestly never entertained blatant incestual thoughts about my son Scott when he was younger. I would classify my emotions more as very maternal loving feelings of adoration. He has always been such a beautiful boy to me and I suppose that’s natural since I’m his mother.

I was always very open around Scott and I never made efforts to hide my body from him. I would often change in front of him or wander around the upstairs naked before and after showers. I would let him come into the room when I was reading or getting ready for bed and I was wearing my (sometimes see through) nighties. I would notice him sneaking peaks at my body and I didn’t mind or ever mention that I knew he was. He was a young boy with curiosities.

When Scott was 13 years old I began to notice signs that he had discovered masturbating. He would lock his door and take awhile to open it when I knocked. Sometimes looking flushed and a bit disheveled. A few times I even saw the bulge in his pants. Jumping off the bed and hiding his magazines or whatever he was using then opening the door didn’t give his youthful cock enough time to go back down. I pretended to never notice because I didn’t want to embarrass my baby. There were other signs, balled up tissues in his garbage can when I knew he wasn’t sick. Lingering gazes at sexy women or girls when we were out. I knew my baby was growing up and was discovering the joys of lust. To me it made him all that much more adorable. I didn’t mind his new interest, quite the opposite actually. I found myself wanting to encourage it almost. At the mall I would lead him by cute girls his age and let him trade furtive glances with them. It reminded me of when I was that young. The excitement and thrill of young attraction. Scott was a real cutie by now. Lean and tall for his age with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. I often caught girls whispering to each other and sneaking peaks at him. It made me proud. My baby boy was a cutie pie and the girls liked him.

My curiosity got the better of me and one day when I knew he wouldn’t be home for awhile I rummaged through his room to see what he might be hiding from his mother. I didn’t have to look hard. He had a few hard core magazines tucked under his mattress. I sat on his bed flipping through the pages and viewed the tawdry pictures of girls doing nasty things for the camera. Girls posing seductively and pealing off their close. Licking their lips and running their hands under their clothes. I found myself becoming turned on. The pictures got more explicate as the girls laid on beds and floors spreading their legs wide while holding their pussy lips wide open for the camera. I slid a hand down my own pants as I flipped the pages. There were girls kissing each other, fondling each other, sucking breasts and licking each other’s pussies. I was beginning to finger myself now. Right there on my son’s bed. I felt a little embarrassed. Here I was a grown woman using my 13 year old son’s porn to get off. It seemed like a bit of an immature thing to do, but I was too turned on to care. Besides, who would know? I kept turning pages and found a pictorial of a woman servicing two men. She was sucking on their cocks and doing DP. I was pushing two and three fingers into my wet pussy by this point. Then a realization hit me. Scott had beat off to these very pictures. He had made himself cum looking at these same images I was right then. And then something new hit me, I was turned on by the thought of it! This surprised me. Thinking about my baby boy laying on his bed late at night rubbing his cock as he gazed at these hot pictures was giving me shudders of pre-orgasm pleasure. I was excited by the blooming sexuality of my boy. It was turning me on to think about his excitement and pleasure discovering his own desire for sex. I pictured him in my mind then as I fingered myself faster. I pictured my beautiful boy naked in bed rubbing himself. His smooth tan skin and long lean body shaking as he neared climax. I was really wet by now. I turned the page to the last of the pictures for the set and the men were cumming into the woman’s mouth as she kneeled before them with a look of lust and pleasure in her eyes. I then imagined Scott cumming at seeing these pictures and that send me over the top. I had an earth shaking orgasm roll over me which lasted a good sixty to ninety seconds. I had fallen back across his bed as my fingers worked feverishly in and out of my pussy. My eyes were closed and I was imagining my boy cumming onto his own belly with his own eyes shut and a look of pure ecstasy on his face. I finally calmed down after what felt like eternity and just laid there for awhile smelling the scent of my boy in his sheets and the aroma of my pussy juices filling the room. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked on them for a bit tasting my own juices. I have a habit of doing this since I love the taste of cum, male or female, even my own. I moaned in pleasure and then after a few moments longer pulled my pants back up and put his magazines back under the mattress. I didn’t know it then, but this event was to set me upon a path of uncharted desire that I never thought I’d find myself upon.

It was soon after this event of masturbating to my son’s porn in his own room that I accidentally came into his room and interrupted one of his “private sessions.” I had forgotten to knock and I had just walked right into his room with a load of fresh laundry. Scott was in his bed and all I saw was a quick flurry of movement as he yanked the covers over himself. There were no school books on his bed and it was obvious what he had been up to. I stood there just holding his basket of laundry and tried to pretend I didn’t know what he was up to.

“Oh, hey Ma.” He stuttered trying to sound casual, but obviously flustered. Scott had pulled the covers up to his chest and slid down trying to hide himself. His face was a few shades more red than usual. I felt my heart swell with motherly instinct. I wanted to let him know it was alright. I could see and feel his embarrassment. I set the laundry basket on his dresser and gingerly came over to the bed sitting down on the edge next to him. I brushed his hair back from his forehead smiling at him. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by the sight of him. Knowing that right at that moment he had a hard on under the covers.

“It’s okay baby.” I told him as I stroked his cheek, “Mommy knows you have been masturbating and I don’t mind. It’s perfectly normal for a boy your age. If you weren’t doing it then I would be worried.” He shifted nervously muttering that he was embarrassed and though I’d be angry to find out he was doing something like that. I dropped my hand down to his chest and laid it flat on his bare skin. I smiled again at him, “My dear baby boy, there is no reason to think that. Everyone does it and everyone uses porn to help them out. Even your own mother.”

“You do?” He asked sheepishly

“Yes, I do.” I replied with a light chuckle. The innocence of youth, never realizing where they came from in the first place and that their parents are sexual creatures. “Your mother has her needs too. Did you think I wouldn’t?”

“Well, um, I guess I never thought about it.” Scott had calmed down some by now. I was rubbing his chest ever so lightly and running my fingers along his collarbone.

“I don’t want you to think you have to hide it from me okay Scotty? I don’t want you to feel ashamed when you do it. You have no reason to hide it. I actually encourage you to explore your sexuality.”

“You do?” Again, that angelic voice and his innocent nature in so few words. It was wilting my willpower to not ravish him right then and there. I felt myself so full of love for my little angel boy who was becoming a man. Seeing the mixture of both in him was both beautiful and seductive to me.

“Yes, of course I do. I don’t want you feeling frustrated or all pent up inside. People need to let their emotions out. You don’t have to lock your door and hide in your room either. Heck Scotty you don’t even have to close your door.” That last sentence took even me by surprise. But it was too late, I had said it. He blinked a few times while he stared at me. Processing what he had just heard.

“What do you mean? Of course I’d close my…” His sentence trailed off. He then looked down at my hands. One still on his chest and the other on his arm at his side. I myself didn’t realize how much I had been touching him. Clearly I had been on a bit of autopilot letting my motherly desire to comfort him push beyond the normal boundaries. I had even moved the blankets down away from his chest some. Neither of us had even realized it until now. He looked back up at me with a little confusion in his eyes. A wonder, a questioning about what was going on or what his mother meant. I’m sure he felt a little exposed to me now with nearly his whole upper body naked as I sat at his side. I broke the silence trying to find the right words to let him know that what I meant was that he could be totally comfortable around me. Even with his blooming sexuality. These realizations were hitting me just as fast. I myself was fumbling around inside looking for an explanation for what I was trying to tell him. Did even I really know? What *was* I trying to tell my son? That is was okay to masturbate in front of his mother? The sudden thought of it made me blush with embarrassment. He could see it surface on my face. I saw the reflection in his eyes as he laid there quietly pondering his mothers face. He looked like an angel fallen from heaven to me. A temptation in the garden of Eden. I stroked his cheek again wanting to comfort him as he tried to comprehend this strange behavior in his mother.

“What I’m trying to tell you Scotty is that I’m your mother and I love you more than life itself. I want you to grow up to be a confident, smart, charming, handsome man. I want you to go through these stages of maturing feeling comfortable with the changes as they happen. As your mother I feel a very strong impulse to protect you and take care of your needs. To provide for you all the things you need. To teach you and nourish you with all the things you need to grow up healthy and strong.” I had resumed my rubbing of his chest and my other hand was stroking his arm. I admit, it probably wasn’t fair. Me, being a mature woman and he being a very young man or still a boy in fact. But it was becoming clear to me what I wanted. What I was yearning so badly to do and that was please by baby boy however I could, even in ways a mother really shouldn’t. I knew at this point I was acting seductive with my own son. I was doing the things a woman does when she wants a man to warm to her. My speech had slowed and my voice had lowered. I spoke in the most gentle and caressing tones. The tones of a mother comforting her child and yet, the tone of a woman who wants something.

“Since your father isn’t around much these days to be here I feel bad that you don’t have an older male role model in the house.” Scott suddenly cut in.

“It’s okay Mom. You are a great mother. I know how much you do for me, really. You shouldn’t feel bad about dad at all. It’s not your fault that he moved away, he made that choice on his own and he had to take that job.”

“I know baby. And I’m glad you feel like I’ve been a good Mother. You don’t know how happy that makes me to hear that. It’s just that…” I searched for the right words, “It’s that I don’t want you to have to go through your maturing alone because of it. I can help explain things to you and be there for you when you need me. Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you honey?” My eyes probed the depths of his. My longing to please him was washing over me like the tide. He peered back into my eyes trying to grasp my message.

“I think so mom. You are saying you will talk to me and answer my questions. You know, just be there for me when I need you. I know that. You’ve always been there for me when I need someone to talk to.”

“Good. I’m glad you know that. I want you to know that I will no matter what. For anything, any question, any need that you have you can turn to me with it. I don’t want any walls between us. That’s why I said you could leave your door open. It’s not that I want to invade your privacy or that you aren’t allowed to have your own space. It’s about me letting you know that I will help you with your needs as you mature. I love you so much it nearly breaks my heart and I want us to be totally open with each other.”

“Okay Mom, I will be.”

I smiled at him. I noticed that I had been continuing to increase the motion of my hand on his chest and had pushed the covers down even further. They were now half way down his belly. I smiled and tickled him some to break how sappy the conversation had become. Scott clutched at his sides to stop my hands while giggling. “stop, stop!”

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll stop, but on one condition. I want you to tell me about what you have been doing so I can tell you what you need to know.” Scott looked down and bit his lip nervously.

“uhhh, well, I dunno, I’ve just been you know… thinking about stuff and sometimes… you know… doing what you said.” He looked up at me with a face full of nervous innocence. I smiled at him to reasure that it was okay for him to tell me these things.

“You are at that age where you should start to learn about your own body.” I became bolder and pushed the covers down nearly to his hips. His eyes flew open and he froze wondering what on earth his mother was doing. “For instance, this feels good right?” I gently ran my fingers around on his belly as I smiled warmly at him and raised an eyebrow in question.

“Um, yeah. It does. It kind off tickles but in a good way.”

“That’s because it’s a fairly sensitive area on the body. When you are with a girl if you run your fingers like this on her body it will make her feel good and comfortable. Here, you try it.” I laid my forearm on his chest bottom side up. I took his hand with my other arm and showed him how to lightly drag his fingers along my arm. “You see, just a very light touch. The underside of a forearm and the inside of the elbow are also sensitive areas. This is what we refer to as sensual spots. There are lots on the body.”

“People do things like this to each other to make each other feel good and arouse one another.” I resumed trailing my fingers around his belly. “See, when I do this it makes your body respond to my touch. Not just in your belly, but in other places as well, right?”

“Um, yeah.” Scott began to squirm a little again. I knew he was becoming uncomfortable because he was regaining his erection and didn’t want me to know. I looked deep into his eyes.

“It’s okay honey. When someone touches you like this it’s normal for your body to respond. You are getting an erection aren’t you?”

“Gosh Mom. This is really awkward. I feel really embarrassed… you know… letting you know I have one. I mean, I don’t want to you know, I mean it feels like disrespectful or something I guess.”

“Disrespectful? Why would you say that?”

“Well, because your my mother. I shouldn’t be you know, getting erections around you.”

“And why not? Don’t forget I raised you. I bathed you when you were a little boy. Trust me, you have had plenty of erections in front of your Mother. Besides honey, it’s not disrespectful, it’s a compliment if anything. When a girl knows she’s arousing you it makes her feel good if she likes you.”

“It makes a girl feel good? But what about all this talk of not objectifying women and respecting them and stuff? I always thought that woman thought it was kind of rude for boys to be getting hardons over them.”

“Well, boys can be rude about it and mistreat girls by being thoughtless or thinking with their little brain as we like to call it. But when a woman likes you she can be quite flattered when you find her arousing. So it’s okay to fantasies about girls or get an erection when thinking about them. It’s okay to think about them when you masturbate. If men didn’t get erections when thinking about girls then none of us would be here!”

Scott let out a little smile, “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

“You see, when you let me I can teach you things that help you out. I’m on your side son, don’t forget that. Many girls won’t tell you these things because keeping them a mystery gives them the upper hand.”

“That’s kinda mean.”

“Yeah, well, you men run the world so we hang on to any advantage we can get!” I gave Scotty another little tummy tickle. He squirmed in response and momentarily forgetting his unique predicament. His erection pushed up against the covers and left a distinct bump at the edge of the covers. The outline of his hard on could now be clearly seen.

“Well, well, it looks as if you are trying to flatter me!” I said in a playful tone as I looked down examining the outline of his penis under the covers. I looked back up into his eyes with a slight grin behind my smile. I was teasing my poor boy now, but I couldn’t help it. The truth was I WAS flattered. Being a mature woman it was pleasing to know that I could still have that effect on young men. I was extremely pleased that I was having that effect on my lovely little angel.

“I, um, wasn’t trying to or anything. I’m sorry. You were doing that finger thing to me and you know. It’s kinda got a mind of it’s own I guess. It just happens sometimes. Lately more than I care to reveal…”

He looked off into the corner feeling sheepish again. But I was really happy he was beginning to open up to me so I could tell him about the changes in his body. I was becoming ever more turned on by our fun play as well. Being able to show my boy these things and teach him about the pleasures of his own body delighted me beyond words. I wanted to teach him everything. I knew that then, but I also knew the dangerous territory I was wandering into. A mother showing her son the arts of love? There are laws against this. But my heart was overflowing with love and adoration and pride for him. I wanted nothing but to protect and coddle him. To make him feel loved and feel good. Even sexually. To me that was the ultimate act of motherhood, for a mother to give herself completely over to her sons needs out of love. Why should I let him fumble through the awkward experiences of sexuality with girls who don’t know any more than he does and would be careless with my darling boy’s heart. Why couldn’t I, the mother who loved him more than any other in the world, be allowed to shepherd him in such ways.

“It’s happening more often lately because you are maturing. Your sexuality is waking up and your body is learning to deal with those emotions. Every boy your age starts getting erections all the time. That’s why you guys start wearing long baggy shirts everywhere. Because you never know when the hard on lightening will strike.”

This made him laugh, I was glad I could comfort him. I lowered my voice again and allowed myself to gaze back down at the outline of his erection under the sheets. I rubbed his belly more, but this time very low and very near his penis. “It’s often best to take care of the tension building up inside by releasing it. If you don’t you just might explode. It’s not good when people think it’s wrong and try to ignore their bodies desires. This is what I was talking about earlier. The tension builds up and it’s good to do what you need to take care of it. You can either do it by yourself or let someone help you. It’s usually much easier and more fun to let someone help you. Here let mother show you.” I lifted the edge of the covers at the side and slowly slid my free hand underneath. When my hand brushed across Scott’s leg he let out a tiny gasp. I couldn’t imagine what it’s like for a thirteen year old boy to have his mother slide her hand under his covers, but it must be shocking to say the least. I went slow not wanting to make him too nervous. He didn’t pull back or make any move to stop me. He just remained very still and stared raptly at the sheets watching the shape of my hand move across his leg and toward his erection.

I savored the feel of his smooth flesh under my hand and my heart beat faster knowing I was about to finally get to feel what I had been aching to touch for months now, my baby boy’s young hard cock. I knew I was being bad. I knew I was acting like a whore sneaking into my sons room uninvited with the desperate desire to fondle him, to hold his erection in my hand. My own son’s cock had proven to be too much of a temptation for me to resist and now here I was reaching under his covers to feel it’s silky hardness in my hand. My heart was rising in my throat as I did this. Would he freak out? Would he reject my offer to make him feel good? I desperately hoped that he would not. Every cell in my body wanted to give him pleasure. To be the first one to show him what the touch of another felt like. I stared at his angelic face as my hand slide over his leg and then upward toward his crotch. My body was reacting as well now. My nipples felt like they were going to cut their way out of my blouse and my own crotch throbbed with every heartbeat. I felt like a teenage girl again in some ways. I spoke gently to him as my hand began to reach it’s destination. “I know you were taking care of your needs before your rude mom burst into your room and interrupted you. But I want to show you something.” My fingers brushed up against the underside of his balls. I could feel his soft pubic hairs on my finger tips which were only just growing in. How long had it been since I’d felt a young boy’s genitals in these early stages? fifteen, twenty years? The soft skin of his scrotum felt like velvet to me. “It feels good to rub your own penis when you need to release yourself, but the hand of someone else has an entirely different feel all it’s own. Even though it’s just a hand, like your own, it feels a hundred times better on your skin.”

My hand slide over his shaft to the tip where I could feel the ridge at the head of his penis. I felt like my hand was as sensitive as my pussy as I explored my sons penis. I wanted to absorb every detail, to memorize it’s shape and feel in my hand. Scott gave out another small gasp as my fingers reached the sensitive head. He finally looked up at me. His body still a bit rigid from the shock, but a dreamy look coated his eyes. He was mute. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft of his cock and began rubbing it very gently up and down.

“Doesn’t that feel really good? Far better than when you do it yourself?” I smiled a warm motherly smile at him. Scott looked up at me, he swallowed and blinked, he looked down for a moment at the movement of my hand slowly stroking his penis under the covers, then back up at me.

“Yes Ma, it does. It feels really good.” I reached up and stroked his cheek with my free hand as I gently spoke to him.

“Just relax son. Relax and enjoy the sensation. Mommy wants to make you feel good and help you to release that pressure inside. It makes Mommy very happy to make you feel good okay?” He looked at me and nodded. His body began to relax some and I could see his shoulders drop. I increased the length of my stroking. I loved the feeling of his young cock in my hand. The extreme hardness of his young erection filling my hand while the skin felt like delicious smooth silk as it slid up and down. I wanted to push my hand into my pants and finger myself. The urge was overwhelming, but I was here to please him and not myself. This was about me helping my baby enjoy his first orgasm from a woman. I began sliding my free hand down his chest and across his belly.

“Mommy is going to pull the sheets back now, okay? If I can see what I’m doing I can make you feel as good as possible.” Then I added, “Plus Mommy wants to see her beautiful baby boy’s hard penis.” He looked up at me surprised.

“You do?” He said in an almost breathless voice. Undoubtedly his heart was going a mile a minute. I smiled again at him.

“Of course I do. I want to see what a fine young man you are growing into. It pleases me as well to be making you feel good. Seeing your body makes Mommy feel good as well.” I pulled the covers back exposing the scene of my hand wrapped around my little boys cock as it rubbed his shaft up and down. Now I gasped. “Ohhhh, baby. It’s beautiful.” Like a cooing mother I soaked up the image of my boys beautiful hard erection before my eyes. It was I who was enraptured now as I stared at his cock in my hand. It was like the first time again for me. I watched the skin change between smooth and taught to wrinkled folds at the head with each stroke of my hand. His voice broke the momentary silence.

“You like doing this?” His eyes implored mine with sweetness.

“Oh, yes. Of course I do baby. I like doing this very much for you. I’m your mother and I love you. I would do anything you ask me to if it made you feel good baby. You can always ask me to make you feel good. What ever it is, whenever you need it, I want you to let me know so I can do what I can to make you feel good. You’re my baby and it makes me feel good to see you happy.” I felt like I could burst with all the love I was feeling for my baby boy right then. I needed him to know that there was nothing I wouldn’t do to make him happy. Being such a young man he couldn’t possibly know what that meant or the things he could ask of me, but I was hoping he would learn. “There’s something you should know about your Mom darling and that is that I’m what people call a pleaser. I’m a strong woman who isn’t afraid to stand up and be strong her herself or her family, but when it comes to the people I love I like to do whatever I can to make them happy. Okay? Do you know what I’m telling you?”

“Yes, I think so Mom. I love you too and you are making me feel really good right now.”

“Do you like this? Do you like the way I’m stroking you right now?”

“Yes Mom, of course I do. How could I not? It feels like heaven!”

I quickened my pace in my excitement of pleasing my baby, “Do you like it when I go faster like this baby?” I watched his face, watched the pleasure wash over it. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back some. I was somewhat lying down on the bed now at his side. I had slid my hips back and leaned forward upon his thighs. I had unconsciously brought my face closer to his cock as I stroked it. As I spoke to him I was sure he could feel my breath on his cock and the thought of it excited me even more.

“Yes Mom. Go faster like that. That feels really good.”

I stared at his cock in my hand just a foot in front of my face, a foot in front of my mouth. I wanted badly to wrap my lips around it, to lean forward and suck his hardness into my mouth and run my tongue all over his head and shaft. I imagined the feeling of it as I stroked him faster in front of my face. I could hear his breath becoming more rapid. My pussy was soaking my panties and I could feel the wetness on my thighs. The excitement of jacking off my own son here on his bed was sending me reeling in ecstasy. I was feeling a mix of two distinct emotions. One being the pure joy and love of being able to make my baby feel so good and the other being of pure shameless lust for him. I knew I was being the dirtiest kind of whore imaginable. That I was nearly on the brink of cumming from the excitement of rubbing my son’s cock to orgasm was so wrong, yet so erotic. My THIRTEEN year old son! That I was so unbelievably turned on by this forbidden act of lust. A mother who is dripping wet laying upon her sons bed rubbing his cock and loving every second of it. How shamelessly slutty. I shouldn’t want such a thing let alone ACT upon it! But I did want it and I WAS doing it. I was being submissive to my own desires and encouraging my baby to tell me what he wants. The knowledge of how much of a whore I was being was turning me on in itself. But then there was this overwhelming desire to please my boy. This mix of love within the whorish lust. I was reeling through the moment. I could finally take it no longer.

“Do you want Mommy to put your cock in her mouth baby? Do you want Mommy to suck on you?” I was already edging myself up onto my elbows. The hot breath of my words bathing his cock now inches from my aching lips. I gazed upon the raptured face of my baby boy as I asked him these dirty questions no mother should be asking her son. But I didn’t care about wrong or right at that moment. I was caught up in the electric current of lust rushing through my veins to send my baby as high up into the clouds of pleasure as I could. I wanted so badly to show him how good mommy could make him feel. His eyes opened up to a slit as he looked down at the image of his Mother rapidly stroking his cock just inches in front of her waiting mouth. I imagined seeing myself through his eyes and felt like I would explode.

“Yes Mommy, please put me in your mouth. Please!” He gasped his request and I felt an avalanche of pleasure wash over me at the sound of it. I leaned forward and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. I let out a loud moan of pleasure as I felt the head of his cock enter between my lips and push back across my tongue. I sucked him hard into my mouth and pushed down so I could feel the head of his stiff erection press against the back of my throat. The feeling was pure ecstasy. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft and swirled it around the head as I continued to pump his cock with my hand and match the rhythm with my mouth. His hips began to squirm and buck beneath me and I reached my free hand beneath his ass to steady him so I could work his glorious young cock to orgasm in my mouth. I wanted nothing else in the universe other than to feel him cumming in my mouth, his own mothers hungry wanton mouth. If I was going too far I didn’t care. I wanted my baby to cum, I wanted him to spin with the pleasure of cumming while he felt the pleasure of a woman sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. But I needed to hear him say it. I wanted to hear him ask me to do it.

“Do you want Mommy to make you cum baby?”

“Yes! Yes please make me cum Mommy!” I was hovering over the head of his cock as I pumped it rapidly just at the edge of my mouth. My lips brushing against the very tip as I spoke to him.

“Do you want Mommy to swallow your cum for you? Do you want to feel yourself cumming in your mother’s mouth baby? Mommy would enjoy swallowing your cum for you to make you feel good.” I went down on him again sucking him all the way in. I sucked up and down feverishly for a few moments nearly gagging myself on his cock I was so caught up in my lust. Again I hovered at the tip licking around the head. “Can you do that for Mommy? Will you come in her mouth for her? I want you to. Mommy wants to feel you cumming into her mouth so she can swallow her baby’s sperm.”

“Yes Mommy, Make me cum in your mouth.”

“Open your eyes baby, I want you to watch me do it. I want you to watch your Mommy while she makes you come.” Scotty opened his eyes a slit again and peered down at me, his mother, as I sucked him up and down a few more times. I could feel his cock begin to pulse and I leaned back opening my mouth. I pressed the head of his cock against my tongue as I jacked his cock off with my hand. I stared into my beautiful boys eyes as his hips began to convulse and his cock began it’s contracting pulses in my hand. I knew he was about to cum and I couldn’t wait any longer. His cock finally began to squirt hot streams of youthful boy cum into my mouth. His eyes glazed over as his orgasm filled his young body. He kept his gaze upon the vision of his mother holding his cumming cock halfway into her open mouth. I could feel the hot streams hitting the back of my throat and covering my tongue. I nearly came myself from the sensation. Over and over again he pulsed and bucked as he coated the inside of my mouth with his wonderful gift. I again imagined the vision he was seeing of his own cock filling his mothers mouth with his own cum. What a dirty slut I must have looked like laying there begging for my son’s cum. The feeling of it in my throat and mouth was indescribable. I was the happiest mother on earth. When I could feel him finishing his orgasm I dived down sucking him fully back into my mouth. Sucking up and down I savored the feeling of him harnessed in my mouth being bathed in his boy cum. I began swallowing all of his load as I massaged his cock with my mouth. My rythme slowed and gently moved up and down. I sucked gently now knowing his peis had become hyper sensative. Altering back and forth between gentle sucking and long slow licks of my tongue inside my closed mouth I massaged his whole cock. I was giving my baby a maternal blowjob. I sucked on his young cock as a mother would who is savoring the cum of her loved son. I could have stayed in that moment for eternity. It was only then that I realized I had been moaning loudly the whole time. I continued to express my pleasure with moans as I continued to suck on Scotty while his cock finally began to shrink down to it’s regular size. I kept sucking and licking at his member not wanting the moment to end. I had swallowed every drop as I cleaned him up like a hungry kitten. I then felt his hand on the side of my head stroking my hair and this filled me with joy. I looked up to see him glowing with a sleepy smile.

“Wow, thanks Ma. That was the best feeling I’ve ever had. I can’t even describe it.”

“You don’t have to honey. I know how you felt. I wanted you to feel that good.

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