My bedroom was dark, it was early morning. A faint light was coming from down the hallway. A noise woke me from my dream. Earlier this evening, I did something that now caused me guilt. What I did seemed so wrong, yet at the same time, I needed it. No one can know what I did.
I orally pleased my teenage son. I took his cock into my mouth, stroking his large shaft and taking his sweet thick cum in my mouth.
Now, my son stood naked by my bedside. His cock, lit by the dim light from down the hall, was very hard.
I woke up, fearing something happened to Jonathan, when he said, “Mom, I need you to suck on my cock again.”
In the dim light, he looked like my husband Mark, who passed away three years before. Even his cock looked like Mark’s. For a moment, I thought I was still in a dream state.
Jonathan said, more forcefully, “MOM, wake up. I want you to suck my cock again!”
He moved closer to me as I sat up. I didn’t hesitate, I took his hard shaft in my hands and began to stroke. I felt his balls, large and full. He moaned and then leaned forward. He pushed his cock into my mouth, his hand gripping my hair. His moves, so dominant, were not those of the timid teen who I sucked hours before. He wanted to use my mouth, controlling me. Where did he learn to be dominant? Was he like this with a few girls he dated? He was just like his dad.
I gagged as he forced his cock deep into my mouth. He was unskilled. His thrusts were urgent.
I managed to get his cock out of my mouth, weakly pleading with him, “Easy son, please.”
He slowed down and I enjoyed licking and suckling his shaft and large cock head. Tasting precum, I moved my hand to his balls, squeezing gently. He moaned loudly. At that moment, a thought entered my mind. I slowed down and slipped his cock out of my mouth.
Jonathan was anxious and frustrated, he said, “MOM, come on, let me cum!”
I had a different idea. My pussy was so wet. It was wet when I sucked his cock earlier. I went to bed and masturbated, thinking about what I just did, the taste of his sweet cum still in my mouth. Now, I laid Jonathan on his back. He probably thought I would finish him like I did in his bed.
He was stoking, waiting for my mouth. I said, “Son, relax and close your eyes. Let mother take care of you.”
He closed his eyes as I moved in the bed, removing my nightgown.
He opened his eyes, “MOM!” Surprised to see his mom naked.
I placed myself on top of my son and lowered my wet aching pussy until I felt his hard cockhead. Was I really going to do this? It’s been over three years since I had a real cock in my pussy. A dildo is not a substitute for the real thing. I could have had cock anytime. A couple of days earlier, a neighbor made a pass—a much older married man. He said I looked lonely. Did I appear desperate? Yes, I am sure he thought I would be so needy and easy. I declined his “generous” offer. Yet, I was very needy and lonely.
As Jonathan’s cockhead pressed into my flesh, my wet needy vagina, I knew I needed this. It’s been long enough. Just then, Jonathan raised his hips, and I felt his shaft enter me. I lowered my body at the same time, as he slammed my cervix. Was this an orgasm I was feeling? I miss my orgasms. Mark always knew how to bring strong ones on. Now, our son was doing the same. Ahhhhh, orgasmic pleasure. How I missed you so.
Jonathan moved his hips, while I moved my body. Getting our bodies in sync. His hands reached for my breasts. Pumping his cock and squeezing my breasts. He wasn’t skilled at the art of breast fondling. I’ll teach him another time, I thought.
He was so close to coming in my mouth, so it wasn’t long until his body became rigid. His breathing was getting hard. He grabbed my breasts hard. I am certain he was leaving marks on my chest. We both moaned loudly as he came. My son’s semen was now flowing into my body.
I just committed incest. Incest! Yet, at that moment, I didn’t care. Who would know?
I stayed on top of Jonathan feeling his cock softening inside. My eyes closed, feeling so peaceful. Maybe I fell asleep. Bliss.
Jonathan called out, “MOM. Get off me.”
Returning to reality, I rolled off. I wanted to ask Jonathan if I was his first. What a thought, his mom being his first fuck! Jonathan most certainly received blow jobs from his girlfriends. Maybe.
He didn’t say a thing to me, as he rolled off the bed and returned to his room. Did I just mess up my son’s head? Incest!
In the coming weeks, Jonathan become increasingly dominant with me. He also learned how to make love to a woman. How to caress a woman. How to caress her breasts. How to finger a clit to make her excited. He drew the line at licking my clit. Interesting, Mark didn’t lick me either.
Jonathan would come home from a date or school or football practice. I would be watching tv, folding laundry, or cooking. Exciting life! He made his intentions known. He was dominant, and I was his slut. Mom slut. He would fuck me and/or have me suck his anxious cock. Not a word was spoken, he needed a release and knew his mother would take care of him.
