"But mom, you didn't do anything to me, it was something that just happened…I wanted it to happen to, it's really my fault, and I'm sorry you're mad at me…"
"No John, at that moment I wanted it to happen, but it's a bad thing to want that. But you see…it's been..an awful long time since I've been with…someone…a woman needs a man, exactly like a man needs a woman…I guess I got too crazy to think… I'm not trying to excuse myself…I know I can't…but I just want to…to explain…"…my concience was loosing the grip, without thinking, my hands were caressing John's back, occasioanlly gripping his buttocks, my body pressed tightly to his…"Oh John, forgive me, please do…I wanted you so…I wanted to feel a man, even though you're my son." I was pressing myself even tighter, my body squirming, my mouth kissing his eyes, his beuatiful and innocent eyes…"I'm sorry of what happened, but I needed you so bad, I understand if you…I..if you wont forgive me…I needed you!". Feeling his body so close to mine, his warmth, his breath and most of all, his building erection, made me loose my mind. I was so horny I couldn't think straight. I was like a youngster once having had sex. I could go on forever… "I'm sorry John, I'm so sorry…we shouldn't…be…doing…" I found my hand patting his erection gently thru the pajama pants, feeling it grow to the wonderful size I had once felt inside of me. My mouth kept talking what my brain told it, however, it didn't mean anything, for me in that excitement, it was only empty words, meaning absolutly nothing, it was pure nonsense…
Suddenly I felt his young, strong but manly hands, covering my big, soft breasts, kneading them thru the thin silky fabric, like he was kneading dough. His mouth meeting mine, lips cealing around eachother, my tongue probing the entrance to his mouth, finally finding its way, meeting his tongue, playing in his mouth in a hot and passionate but so forbidden kiss. Not the motherly kiss on the cheek, but the kiss of two lovers, hot, excited and lustfilled, ready to make up…
One moment we were fondling eachothers bodies. My hand reaching down to his crotch, squeezing his stiff penis thru the payama pants, simultaneously, John's hands sqeezing my breasts, his hands working freneticly, fascinated by the size and softness, like all boys were fascinated by female, mature, breasts.
The next, I was on my back, his body covering mine. The moon painting out the contours of his face, eyes burning with heat, moans, panthing and hot touches exchanging. He started humping me, but we still had our clothes on. Our mouths met, his hands still fondling with my breasts…then I felt his member jerk fastly, his body getting stiff, climaxing. The pajama and my nightgown getting wet, his sperm soaking the material, letting my slit feel the dampness of his cum. He hadn't even entered me, not even touched my skin, his penis was still in his pajama pants. It was so hot, so erotic. So fast, but it didn't end with this…oh no…this was only the beginning…
I was caressing his hair, kissing his face tenderly, keeping him close to me, feeling the hot wetness spreading between our genitals as he was climaxing…loving him.
After a minute or so, he regained his senses, only to find that my hand had reached into his sperma-soaked payama pants and was stroking his limp, cum-dripping rod. It felt so strange feeling his sperm covering my fingers as I formed a fist, playing it along his limp memeber, trying to awake his manhood. I was masturbating my very own son, trying to make him hard for another act of love, preparing him for me, getting his penis stiff so he could make love to his very own mother, like he had once done before. I had heard from Michael that boys were oftenly very fast when reaching orgasm the first times…but what they lacked in experience, they made up when it came to the number of times…I still hadn't cum, and I needed it bad…Like Michael had once tutored me, John was ready to go for a second round pretty fast. Again John started to hump, this time it was my closed, semen smeared fist, but I had other plans than masturbating my son, it would be different from the first time…
"Wait John, let's do it the right way…take you're clothes off…"
In a second we were naked, me on the back in the bed. This was the moment of truth, now was the time. I had longed, but mostly feared that I wouldn't be able to resist this situation. I wanted to feel his naked skin close to mine, I didn't want any silly material being in our way. I wanted him as close to me as possible, skin to skin, geniatals to genitals. I wanted his penis inside of me. I knew that what had happened at the lake earlier this day, could maybe be 'accepted' as an 'accident', you might forget and forgive. But after this night, the relationship between me and my son would never be the same innocent one, like before. Letting it happen the way I wanted it, our lives would change, our relationship would turn into something very serious and dangerous. People would hate me, lynch me, others would kill me if they found out. We wouldn't be just mother and son, from now on there would be something so much more, we would be lovers. Incestual lovers.
I parted my naked legs, exposing my flesh. Opening up like a flower to my son. Again John's body covered me, his naked skin touching mine, his chest mashing my breasts. There were no words exchanged, only moans as I grabbed his cum-dripping penis by the root, showing it's way. His penis didn't have a hard time finding home, the place where he had allready been today. Nature took over, and I let go of his rod, as his hard manhood entered my slippery and awaiting cave of lust. It was a fantastic feeling when his penis slid to the bottom of my pussy. I grabbed him around his buttocks, massaging the boyish but so manly and firm muscles. Our bodies were squirming with excitement, obscene lovemaking noises coming from our soaking, overheated genitals as my son started a steady but firm humping of my pussy.
My juices were flowing, freely, making his digging penis enter me so easely, tickling my overexcited clitoris, building up the huge orgasm I was seeking, The orgasm I was waiting for, the climax I had fantasized about all evening. The entire act was so beautiful, so passionate and romantic, so hot, that it can't be explained in words. Every time his penis left my lustcraving pussy, it felt like I wanted to scream to my son, to put it inside me. And every time he pushed his penis inside me, wonderful sensations I had missed for so long exploded inside my hot body.
The rhythm increased, his penis stabbing my fleshy, gaping hole mercyless. I was soaking wet down there, juices pouring out of me, we were like two animals in heat making up.
Then, one deep plunge, and he remained as deep as he could inside of me, touching the entrance to my womb with his mushroom tip. Then I felt his hot member twitch and a welcoming warmth spread inside my belly. He was in heaven, humping me freneticaly. Every time a new jerk came in his young member, he pushed his penis to the hilt, almost trying to penetrate my cervix. And every time he did so, another warm, creamy load of his fresh semen entered my womb. Moans of pleasure, bodies squirming, body fluids exchanging, it was so hot and passionate, that only true lovers can understand the intensity, the tenderness and beautiful love with which he was planting his young and so fresh sperm, deep, deep inside my most secret and hidden place.
I knew this was the moment for me, soon everything would be over, and I really needed the climax I had been waiting for so long. I inserted a hand between our coupling bodies, and started to massage my clitoris, feeling his penis still twitching and jerking as it was spilling more of its precious creame inside.
"Ohhh… John…don't stop, please, go on…I need to cum…please go on…"
I don't know from where he got his strenght, or how he could hear my whispering voice in the aftermath of his orgasm, but slowly he started to hump my body again…and with the help of his semi-erect penis and my oily fingers of his sticky seed, I was able to climax, finally feeling that tickling feeling in my toes, spreading upwards my legs, down to the centra of love, my penis-filled vagina.