I accomodated myself with the pillow under my head so I could see the entire act. Gently I started caressing his dark-brown hair, the same colour as my pubic hair, watching his surprised gaze on my pussy. In the amazement he had forgotten everything, so carefully, not disturbing his view, I grabbed his hand and started to move it on my flesh in circles…
Slowly, I parted my legs as much as I could, bending the knees and bringing the legs up towards my belly, finding, that it was the same position I had once had when I had given birth to John, only now he was a big boy, with manly desires, a stallion between his mother's legs.
He gave out yet another "ohhh", when seeing my pussy open up in front of his face, my inner lips protruding, my cave appearing to be seen by his eyes for the very first time.
"mmmm…John…move your hand like that…it feels so good…"
He somehow got it, and started moving his hand with fascination, feeling my soft womanly flesh, slick with juices, play under his fingers.
Not disturbing his fingering, I parted my lips with my fingers, making my hard and bloodfilled clitoris appear.
He was only inches away from my steaming pussy. He was looking at it like in a trance, watching the entrance to my vagina expand, thus making the hole appear.
"Would you like to put your finger inside of me John?"
"Can I…I mean…"
"Sure honey…I would love that, just be careful…so you don't scratch me…"
I felt his unexperienced index finger probe at the entrance, then it found it's way in, sinking into my slippery slit like it was melting butter.
"mmmmhhh…that feels really good…", I moaned, feeling his finger slide in as far as it could go…
"ohhh…it's so wet mom…"
"Yes John, it is…it becomes that way when a woman gets excited…it's designed that way to make the pecker enter more easier into the pussy…you do know what those things are…" I wanted to ease up the tension by talking a little to him…
"I…I know what pecker is…but not the other…the other word"
"Well, it's where you have your finger right now…some call it vagina, others call it cunt…but I prefer pussy…", I moaned when I felt his finger bend inside my vagina. "mmmm…move it in and out of me and wriggle it just like that honey…like you would with your pecker…it makes me feel good that way…the same way it makes you feel good."
He did as I asked him, watching in fascination as my pussy would respond to his finger. Each time he pushed it in me, my entrance would sink inwards almost collapsing, and each time he withdrew his juice covered finger, my pussy would follow his finger outwards, like it didn't want to let go of it…
I started to massage my clitoris with my fingers while my son was in my pussy with his. He was right, I was so wet between my legs, the sex-act so far had made me all excited, making my juices flow frow my cave, some dribbling out, smearing my slender thighs.
"mmmmmm…uhmmmm, yes…it feels so good John…rub this little bud here with your thumb while you play with your finger…ahhhh…that's the way…mmmmmm…"
John was a quick learner, fascinated by what he saw, looking in trance at the strange process that happened only inches away from his beautiful face.
He was doing what I loved the most when Michael was fingering my pussy, I had learned that I enjoyed feeling a finger or a penis inside my pussy while he was tickling my clitoris with his other finger or thumb. Now John was giving me the same treatment…and I wasn't far from orgasm…
"mmmm…that's right…put in a…ahhh…one more… finger…", he did what I asked, and soon I felt another finger slide into the depths of my pussy, accompanying the other as he expanded my hole further…
"ahhhh…faster…faster John…"
Then it came, so fast and mercyless, like a tornado, taking my body up to heights of plesure and relief. My pussy clamping around his fingers, jerking and twitching as I came in a ravaging orgasm.
*
I was caressing his hair, his fingers had ceased playing in my sensitive hole, my pussy still giving an occasional twitch in the aftermath of the orgasm.
"What happened mom, did I hurt you or anything?"
"No John, it felt marvelous…"
"Can I play with…it…some more?"
I smiled at him softly, played my hand on his hair, enjoying the sense of the aftermath…
"Yes John…you can play with my…pussy…", it felt strange to say that word to my son, even though he was looking straight into my juice dripping hole. "…you can play with my pussy every time you'd like to…"
"Really mom?"
He inserted one of his fingers into my sticky hole, sawing it in and out of me, like moments earlier.
"Anytime you'd like, it will be ready waiting for you..", I moaned feeling his little finger wriggling inside my sensitive flesh, "play your thumb on the little bud…that's what drives a girl crazy…"
"You mean this..?" he asked, looking up at me.
"Yes lover, it's called clitoris…that's were the woman gets very excited when touching her…"
I looked down at my son, he looked so concentrated, so occupied and devoted to what he was doing, transfixed by the act…
"It's so beautiful…" I heard him whisper.
"Would you like to do something even more beautiful, something that would give me even more pleasures honey?"
"Uhuh…"
Gently I pushed his head towards the entrance to my pussy. I felt a little hesitation at first, but then he gave in. This was what I had waited for…
"Please John, lick me down there…"
I saw him look up at me, hesitantly, like not believing what I was asking him to do, then his tentative tounge touched my fluttering lips.
"…mmmm…yes John…that's right…play with your tongue on that little bud…", I showed him that I meant my clitoris, "…ahhhh…yes…".
He was a quick learner, and I didn't have to instruct him what I wanted him to do. It came so natural for him. I felt tears coming in my eyes from the excitement and love for my child. The child that now so affectionatly was giving me such a pleasure, like only one man before had ever done.
I watched in fascination as he was flickering his tongue on my clitors, rewarding me with loving feelings, playing in the crack of my pussy, and then occasionally he let it dart in and out of my steaming cave, my juices pouring out of me…
"…uuunnhhhh…unhhh…yes…that's right…go on…faster… faster my love…I'm going…to…cuuuuummmmm…annnhhh…"
I felt the familiar tingling in my toes, then came the torrent, my pussy exploding in pleasure as it was cramping around his little tongue. My legs had locked him up between my thighs, forcing his face tight to my lips, my hips grinding without control against his beautiful face, smearing my juices on his face, my pussy almost wanting to take his entire head inside of me. To have him inside my womb like I had once so long ago.
My entire body was shivering as waves of lust took control of me, mercyless making it twitch and jerk with lust and wonderful feelings…I was in heaven…
Slowly I awoke from the trance I had been in, finding that John was plying with his fingers on me, occasionally giving me a lick while he was stroking his erected member.
"Thank you John…it felt…so good…"
He stopped masturbating and looked up at me with his beautiful eyes.
"I never knew girls could like it that bad…I only thought boys…I thought girls hated these kind of things…at least… that's what I've heard…I mean…"
I smiled at him, caressing his hair again, motherly, like I had done so many times before.
"…as I told you my love, you have a lot to learn…girls will like it as much as boys will. Only they hide it…they don't want to admit it…"
"Mom."
"Yes my son, what is on your mind?"
"Could we do it…I mean…like we did it yesterday… I really need it…could we? Please mom?"
"Sure honey…I can see you need it…I guess it's that way when you're young…come here…"
I opened up my arms, he crawled up, his body moving like a mist, his body pressed tight to mine, my breasts crushing under his weight…
Momentarily he started humping me, however, his penis was just playing on my belly. I lowered my hand, gripped his wet penis, and showed him the entrance…