Before I continue with my story I would like to try and explain why I am telling it. Not why I did what I did, hopefully that will be understood as the story progresses, but to explain why I am telling it on Lush.
They say that confessing your sins can help you relieve the guilt and shame you feel for what you did. I am hoping that is true. Naturally, I can’t tell my former friends I had during my affair with Trevor, and I am trying to put my past behind me and move on with my life. What better place than strangers on the internet? But why a site such as Lush? Because I think people on this site will be less judgmental of me.
I could tell my story without the sexual details of what Trevor and I did together, but who on this site would want to read such a thing to help me try and get over the shame and guilt I still have? The language I use in the story is language I would never use in conversation. I don’t curse much at all. I have been known to say some pretty naughty words when having sex, however. I use them in the story because it is an erotic story and fits what I am writing.
So here it is; here is the continuation of my story.
I was lying in my bed naked, my white bathrobe spread out under me. My eighteen-year-old stepson, Trevor, was kneeling above my fifty-year-old body as he teased my pussy and clit. When he first started seducing me, he had gone into detail about what he was going to do to me that night, what I was going to do to him, and how I would react to his lustful touch.
He told me he was going to tease my pussy with his fingers and then use my small vibrator on me until I was begging him to make me cum and then for him to fuck me. I had just told him to make me cum, but I was not begging and I was not going to beg.
I was the older and more sexually experienced one and Trevor was an eighteen-year-old boy full of hormones and who I suspected was a virgin. He would be the one to give in before I did.
“Not yet, mother,” Trevor said. “I want to enjoy teasing your sexy pussy more and I want to hear you beg.”
As the boy kept teasing my pussy, I kept making whimpering moans of pleasure and I would gasp out and my body would flinch when his finger brushed my clit. I gave a louder gasp of pleasure when Trevor reached out with his other hand and started teasing the right nipple of my small breast. It was already painfully erect and swollen and puffy.
“You like this don’t you, Mother?” he asked.
“Uhh, yes, uhhh God, yes,” I moaned out.
His referring to me as mother was dirty and perverted, but heaven help me, it aroused me so much. I knew I should feel immense shame for feeling the way I did when Trevor called me mother, but I didn’t. I also enjoyed how he said, Mother. He said it with a tone of a great deal of affection.
Trevor teased me for a few more minutes and then stopped and got off the bed. I let out a moan of frustration and laid my legs flat on the bed and closed them slightly. I had them spread for quite a while and my inner thigh muscles were getting weary. I watched Trevor as he opened the drawer to my nightstand and pulled out my small vibrator.
The vibrator was pink, four inches long, had three speeds, the tip had nubs on it, and it was used to stimulate the clit. I used it about two times a month when I felt the need to have an orgasm. I enjoyed the vibrator and it did its job very well. If I was younger I would have used it more, but at age fifty my sex drive was not what it used to be and two times a month kept me satisfied.
My eyes followed Trevor as he got back on the bed, kneeled above my naked body once more, and turned the vibrator on to the lowest setting. My eyes followed his hand as he brought the vibrator to my right nipple. I made a gasping moan when he lightly placed the vibrator on it. Trevor teased both my nipples with the vibrator for a while giving me a great amount of pleasure.
“Spread your legs again,” he told me. I did just as they were before.
My eyes once more followed my stepson’s hand as he moved it between my legs. I gave a louder gasping moan as he touched the vibrator to my pussy. Trevor started slowly running it up and down my pussy, just barely touching my wet flesh. Again my body jerked and I gasped out when the vibrator brushed my clit. Trevor increased the speed to the medium setting and continued to tease my pussy.
I was gasping, making high-pitched moans of pleasure as my stepson teased me. Trevor enjoyed hearing the noises I made during our sexual activities. He once told me that I sounded like a Japanese porn star from the porn genre he watched or an anime girl in a Hentai video. I would blush and tell him I didn’t and to stop making fun of me. It was not until months later that I discovered he was telling the truth.
Trevor had recorded two sex videos, with my consent, of me. Both were quite filthy in what was done to me. He had us watch them after he made them and he had us watch the porn videos together with the Asian mother genre I had discovered on his computer when he was sixteen. I had to admit when I compared them, he was right about the way I sounded when getting “played with” and fucked and I did cry out to God a lot. All of that came much later in our affair and I explain all that later.
From when my stepson had me open my robe and show him my naked body, he had been teasing my pussy with his fingers and then the vibrator for almost twenty minutes or even longer. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, baby, Oh God, please, baby, make me cum,” I begged in a desperate and whiney sound to my voice. “Please, Trevor, I can’t take it. Make me cum, please.”
Yes, I begged and my desperation to orgasm made me beg over and over. I had never felt such a need to cum. Trevor had broken me. I was surprised I begged since as I mentioned I had never begged for sex before. I had never begged for anything before. Even when I was a little girl and wanted something and my parents refused to get it for me I didn’t beg or throw a tantrum. I just accepted it and moved on.
As our affair went on, I would beg my stepson often. I would beg him to fuck me, to make me cum, and even to let me suck his cock. I would even beg him to do the perverted things he started doing to me as our affair evolved. I would even beg him when it was not needed. Asking Treavor “please” became a part of my everyday vocabulary.
Trevor removed the vibrator from my pussy, looked down at me, and grinned at his triumph over me.
“I’m sorry, sweet Mother, what did you say?” He teased me.
“Please, baby, I can’t take it anymore. Please make me cum. I need to cum so bad. Please,” I whined out again.
“Now how can I deny my wonderful Mother when she asks so nicely,” he teased me again.
Trevor turned the vibrator on the highest setting and it buzzed louder. He then placed it on my clit.
“Oh, God, yes, yes, yes, baby, there, please don’t move it,” I cried out.
When it touched my clit and my hips bucked upwards and my stomach muscles constricted from the pleasure.
“Oh, my God,” I cried out again when Trevor placed one, then two, and then three fingers into my wet pussy. I was so wet that slid in easily.
My stepson then worked on making me cum and it was not going to be hard or take very long. I felt his fingers moving in my pussy, not back and forth but twisting around. I felt him curl them up and then pull them out of me a little until they were just barely inside my pussy.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed out as I experienced the greatest pleasure I had ever felt with a person fingering my pussy. “Oh God, oh fuck, oh my God, Trevor!”
Trevor had found my G-spot. Before my stepson, I had only had sex with four men. The first was my first husband who was my cliché high school sweetheart, the second was one of the two men I dated after my first divorce, the third was Frank, and the fourth was the one-night stand in Baltimore. None of them had ever found my G-spot, but then again to give them credit, none of them ever tried.
When I was in my twenties and after my first divorce I had tried a few times when I masturbated, but with no success and just gave up. I would orgasm easily so thought I did not need to find it. Men I had sex with always sexually satisfied me, that was easy for men to do with me, so I didn’t even think about my G-spot. Trevor had found it quickly and easily and the feeling was incredible.
One would think and be surprised that an eighteen-year-old boy who was most likely a virgin and had no experience with women would be able to find it and find it as quickly as he did. Afterward, when I thought about it and about how he could give me such incredible sexual pleasure, I was not surprised.
Trevor was a highly intelligent person. His IQ was at the genius level, but there was more to it than that. Frank and I had him tested for an eidetic and photographic memory. They told us he didn’t have either but I thought they were wrong. I thought he had an eidetic memory.
Trevor could watch one of those “how to” YouTube videos just once and he could perfectly complete whatever task he was learning to do without looking at the video again. He could just look at the diagrams of an instruction manual or read it just once and perfectly put together what he was working on.
After the first night we had sex, I was in the shower the next morning and thinking about all the things he did to me, how he made me orgasm, how he made love to me, and how he fucked me. I had to smile and thought my stepson must have watched videos or read online about how to please a woman, find her G-spot, and give her oral sex to make her orgasm. He was extremely successful in all of it.
There was one thing that happened the first time he made me cum that neither of us suspected would happen. Something, to my complete humiliation, he did often to me and he got great pleasure out of it.
As Trevor was working my G-spot slowly and using the vibrator on my clit, I was moaning loudly, calling out to God, begging Trevor not to stop, and I was trying to keep my body in place and prevent it from squirming all over the bed. My hands were baled in fists as they gripped my robe and comforter under it tight. Besides what Trevor was doing with the vibrator and his fingers I did not know or even care what else he was doing. I just hoped he continued to give me the pleasure he was giving me. At one point he said something to me and the pleasure he was giving me was so intense I honestly did not understand what he was saying
I screamed out again from pleasure when my stepson’s fingers started rubbing my G-spot harder and faster. Over my moans and loud whimpers, I could hear loud squishy sounds coming from my pussy because it was so wet.
“Stop! Oh, please, baby, stop,” I suddenly cried out. I didn’t want him to stop but I felt a sudden urge to pee and pee badly.
I was afraid I was going to pee all over his hand and my bed. Trevor didn’t stop.
“Please, baby, you have to stop!” I begged. “I am going to…Ohhhh fuck, fuck, ohhh God…ohhh Trevor!” I screamed out as it happened.
My butt jerked off the bed and upwards as if it was beyond my control, my stomach muscles clenched painfully, my thighs quivered, my fingers dug harder into the robe and comforter, and my upper body rose and I was almost sitting up on the bed. I could feel my face contorted as the muscles in my face tightened up and my brow furrowed. I could not close my eyes; they seemed to be forced wide open. The muscles that controlled my eyelids didn’t seem to work.
I was looking down between my legs and I saw it. Clear, thin fluid sprayed from my pussy as I orgasmed. I had felt to urge to badly pee, but I knew this was not pee. It was something else. I was squirting. I hate that term for it but it fits so I will continue to use it. I had never had that happen to me.
I had heard the term before but didn’t believe women did that. I thought when I heard the term they were just peeing during an orgasm. I know now it was not urine that squirted out of me that night and the other times Trevor made me do it.
Of all the things I have ever been embarrassed by, that was the worst humiliation I ever felt in my life. I won’t lie and say it didn’t feel good, it felt amazing, but it was so humiliating as well. I never got over the humiliation I felt every time my stepson caused my pussy to squirt.
My fluids didn’t come out of me in a steady stream, but sprayed out of my pussy erratically and in pulsations. That’s the best way I can describe what happened to me that evening and the other times it happened and it was always the same.
My legs would shake uncontrollably, and my stomach, pelvis, and pussy muscles would constrict and release, constrict and release in about half a second intervals. Each time my pussy constricted I would squirt and stop when they relaxed and then squirt again as they constricted once more. Even when Trevor stopped stimulating my G-spot and pulled his fingers out of my pussy, I continued to squirt for about four to five seconds. The more intensely I was aroused the longer I squirted.
I would make loud gasping sounds when I inhaled through my mouth and then when my pussy constricted and I squirted I would make a screeching, high-pitched squealing sound like a Banshee wail. I knew what I sounded like because one of the videos Trevor made of us was of me squirting. After it finished it always made me feel exhausted.
I lay on the bed gasping for air, my stomach and pussy were quivering uncontrollably and I was whimpering. I felt completely humiliated. I could feel the thin fluid running out of my pussy now instead so squirting out and feeling it run down to my butthole. I could feel that I was now lying in a puddle of my pussy fluid that was being soaked up by my terry cloth robe that was spread out under my body. I heard Trevor laugh at me and I opened my eyes and looked at him.
“That was fucking awesome,” he told me. “I never expected anything like that.” He held up his hand. “Look at this. That is fucking sexy, Mother.”
I looked at my stepson’s hand and it was glistening and covered by the thin fluid that had squirted from my pussy. He smiled at me and licked the palm of his hand and his finger.
“That tastes so good, Mother. It’s kind of sweet tasting,” he told me and put his hand near my mouth. “Taste it,” he told me.
I raised my head hesitantly, placed my tongue just barely on his hand, and gave it a quick lick. It was not even enough to taste the fluid on his hand.
“No, taste it, Mother, give it a good taste,” he told me.
I did. I ran my tongue over his hand and when I got to his fingers, Trevor forced two of them into my mouth. I whimpered and tried to pull away but he held my head still with his other hand.
“That’s it, Mother, taste it. Tastes good doesn’t it?” he asked as he thrust his fingers in and out of my mouth.
He was right; it did have a sweet musky taste to it. It was not unpleasant, but I still did not enjoy tasting my pussy or anything that came out of it. Throughout our affair, I tasted myself often because he had me to or when I would use it as a seduction method when I wanted to seduce him, but I never liked it much. Trevor would also make me squirt from time to time.
The night he made the video, my stepson made me wear kitten ears on my head and a kitten-tail anal plug up my butt. He then put a studded kitten collar around my neck with a leash attached to it. He called me his sex kitten as he led me around the house on all fours and did perverted things to me.
Trevor then led me into the bedroom and told me to get on the bed and get on my hands and knees. He put a bowl beneath my pussy and made me squirt into it. After I was done squirting, he made me lap my fluid from the bowl like a kitten. He did this while his best friend Daniel watched and also did perverted things to me as well.
I felt highly humiliated by Trevor making me squirt in front of his friend and I begged him not to make me. The other things I did with both boys and they did to me, I was an eager and willing participant in it all. I received a great deal of sexual pleasure from them. But that was many months after the first night we had sex.
All of the events leading up to that night, and what I allowed to be done to me that night, as well as other perverted things I did with Trevor, will be revealed in later chapters. How I not only allowed them to be done to me but how I enjoyed them, no not enjoyed that is not a strong enough word to use.
How I became obsessed with such perversions, how I did them willingly, how I often begged my stepson to do them to me. How my obsession with my stepson became an unhealthy one. Even after I learned his true motives of why he seduced me that first night, I still willingly gave myself to him and delighted in the things we did. All will be revealed in time.
Trevor pulled his fingers from my mouth, looked down at me, and grinned. “I told you I would make you beg didn’t I?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered in a timid voice.
“Do you want me to make love to you now, Mother?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied in the same timid voice.
“Are you willing to beg for it, Mother,” he taunted me.
“Yes,” I answered truthfully. I wanted him inside me so bad I was willing to beg for it.
Trevor laughed and got off the bed. “Not yet, dear Mother. Remember what I told you was going to happen,” he said as he took off his tee shirt. “What’s next, Mother?”
“I’m going to give you a blowjob,” I answered.
“Do you want to suck my cock, Mother?” he kept taunting me.
“Yes,” I again answered truthfully as I looked at his naked upper torso.
He was a thin boy, not unhealthy skinny, with a wiry body frame. His skin was pale, but not white. If he got out in the sun more instead of staying inside playing video games, he would have a more healthy-looking complexion. Trevor had only a few chest hairs on his chest between his nipples. The boy’s nipples were a light brown.
He got into the bed and lay on his back with his arms under his head. I had not moved and he looked over at me.
“Well, get to work, mother,” he told me. “Do it nice and slow but sloppy. I want to enjoy your mouth on my cock for as long as possible before I cum.”
I nodded. I sat up on the bed and slid my arms out of the arms of the robe. Instead of doing what he wanted me to do, however, I reached over his body, opened the middle drawer of my nightstand, and grabbed one of the hair bands I kept there.
I liked to tie my hair in a ponytail behind my head before I went to sleep. I was not going to be sleeping of course. Even though my past sexual partners were few, I had given many blowjobs to them. I liked sucking cock; what can I say? I knew from experience men liked to see a woman sucking his cock.
I put my hair in a ponytail, gave Trevor a grin, and then straddled my stepson. I started kissing his lips, and he put his arms around me as I did so. We kissed hard and passionately, and I thought the kissing was amazing. I didn’t want it to stop and I desperately wanted his cock in my pussy, but I also remembered what he told me he wanted me to do.
I started kissing his neck and ran my hands over Trevor’s smooth, boyish chest and was pleased when he made a faint moan. I was pleased because I was making him feel good. I got another series of moans from him when I started to kiss, suck, and flick my tongue over his nipples.
“Uhh, damn that feels good, Mother,” he told me as I was sucking his left nipple.
He placed his hand on my head and gave me a slight push. I took the hint. I slid my body down him as I kissed and licked his lower chest and stomach. I kept my eyes focused on the boy’s face and enjoyed the look of his enjoyment of what I was doing. Trevor placed his arms under his head again when I was kneeling between his spread legs.
I smiled at him and he grinned back at me as I put my hands under the waistband of his shorts and underwear. I was going to pull them down at the same time. I slowly pulled down his clothes as I looked at his crotch. I wanted to see his hard penis.
When his shorts and underwear were pulled down to reveal his erect cock, I made a loud gasp and straightened my body and knelt over his waist. My eyes looked at his cock, then his face, back to his cock, back to his face, and then back to his hard cock.
“Like that huh?” Trevor asked as he was grinning at me proudly.
I just nodded and felt speechless at what I saw between his legs. He was large, very large, and much larger than his father and larger than any man I had ever had sex with. With Trevor’s thin body, his cock looked even larger. I looked odd, not his cock which I thought was lovely, but how skinny he was and to have such a large penis was odd looking but sexy.
I can only assume how big it was because it’s not like I ever got out a ruler and measured it or measured the girth of it. I would estimate it was about eight or maybe even eight and a half inches long and thick. His penis was perfectly shaped, in my opinion, with a smooth shaft and the tip was in perfect proportion to the shaft. He had an abundance of soft, fine, black pubic hairs surrounding his cock.
I never cared about a man’s penis size, never even thought about or paid any attention to it. It was unimportant to me and is still unimportant to me. I had been vastly sexually satisfied with all the men I had sex with. The black man who I cheated on my husband with had an average-sized penis and that night in my hotel room in Baltimore, he fucked my brains and gave me many orgasms until my pussy was too sore to fuck again.
But seeing Trevor’s large, sexy, hard, cock was amazing and I was fascinated by it and also a little concerned by the size of it. I didn’t know how it was going to fit in my mouth and I knew I was not going to be able to deep-throat my stepson’s large penis. I enjoyed deep-throating my past lovers, but I was not even going to try it with Trevor. He was just too big.
I was not so much concerned about it when he was going to penetrate my pussy with it. Yes, it may hurt at first but I knew it would fit. I knew how a woman’s pussy would expand to accommodate size. Women do give birth after all.
I wanted to touch my stepson’s cock, I wanted to feel the hard cock in my hand, I wanted to run my fingers up and down the shaft, and I wanted to play with it before I took it in my mouth. May God forgive me, but I wanted my eighteen-year-old stepson’s hard cock in my mouth so bad I started to salivate a little thinking about it. Trevor’s chuckle snapped me out of my trance, and I looked up at him.
“You like your son’s big cock, don’t you, Mother?” he taunted me with his question.
“Y…yes,” I admitted in an almost whisper.
“Tell me, Mother,” he said.
I looked at his cock, put my hand around his shaft at the base, or tried to. My small, delicate fingers could not fit around his shaft. I swallowed hard, moved my hand up and down in slow short motions, and looked at Trevor’s face again.
“I…I like my son’s big hard cock,” I said sincerely.
That was the first time he told me to call him son. It gave me a sudden rush of sexual excitement, calling him son as I had my hand on his penis. I knew it was perverse to feel that way, but I did.
“Remember, Mother, suck your son’s cock nice and slow and sloppy,” he reminded me.
I nodded. “Can…can I kiss it and lick it first? Please, baby, let me do that” I asked in a pleading voice.
I don’t know what was coming over me, but for some reason, I felt I need to ask or even beg for his permission to let me tease his cock with my mouth and tongue. I never would have done that with any of the previous men I had sex with. I would have just done it. With my stepson, however, I felt the need to ask his permission and if I needed to; I would beg him.
Another odd sensation came to me. For whatever reason, I did not feel ashamed of myself for feeling the need to ask his permission or even to beg him. I didn’t know why and as our affair continued, I never knew why, but I felt that asking and begging my stepson was just something natural for me to do.
“Yes, Mother,” Trevor told me. “Take your time and enjoy your son’s cock.”
I smiled and lowered my head to his large penis. I was hoping Trevor had the willpower to be able to restrain himself before he had an orgasm. I wanted to enjoy his wonderful cock as long as I could before he exploded his cum into my mouth.
I started by running my tongue over the boy’s scrotum and licking around his large testicles. I didn’t take them into my mouth, however. I did not do that unless the man wanted me to. As I was licking his scrotum I kept my hand on his shaft and was lightly gliding my fingers up and down it, just barely touching the tip of his cock. My eyes were looking up at my stepson’s face. Trevor had his eyes closed, a grin of triumph on his face, and would let out an occasional moan.
I licked his scrotum for a few more moments. He tasted and smelled of soap from his earlier shower. Started to run my tongue up and down his shaft and licked the precum off the tip of his cock.
“That’s enough, Mother,” he told me after licking his shaft several times. “Put it in your mouth now.”
I looked up at Trevor and gave him a grin. “Yes, baby,” I told him.
I again lowered my head to his cock, parted my lips, and took his cock into my mouth. I had to open my mouth as wide as I could to be able to make it fit. I gagged slightly a few times even though I had only taken about two inches of his cock in my mouth. He was just too big and I could not help it.
As I tried to get used to the size of his penis, I let the saliva from my gagging run out of my mouth to coat his shaft. Trevor told me he wanted a sloppy blowjob, and I knew how to give one. I have always enjoyed giving oral sex to the man I was sexually intimate with and I did enjoy making it sloppy. I liked it when my spit would become thick and almost mucus-like in consistency.
I liked how it ran down my chin to cover the man’s shaft or how it became so thick that when I took my mouth off his cock, there would be long, thick strands of my saliva strung between my mouth and his penis. I thought that was sexy. I may have discovered that when Trevor made me squirt for the first time that it was humiliating for me, but sucking a man’s cock in such a sloppy manner and giving blowjobs did not humiliate me at all. I loved sucking my partner’s cock.
It took me a short period to get used to his size in my mouth and I was slobbering all over his shaft. A few times I had to pull my mouth away and catch my breath. I was not used to something that large in my mouth. Eventually, I became used to it and started to slowly suck my stepson’s large penis.
I slowly lowered my head to take more of him in my mouth and gagged and choked when it started to go down my throat. I didn’t gag because I took him too far down my throat, but because of the large girth of his penis. I could feel it go deeper down my mouth, and when it started to stretch my esophagus right at the windpipe, I started to choke.
I had to move my head back and remove Trevor’s cock out of my mouth and gagged once, then twice, and coughed several times as I was gagging. Large, thick, gobs of my saliva spilled from my mouth each time I coughed. Some ran down my chin and some landed on Trevor’s pubic hairs and some on his cock.
“Sorry,” I told Trevor once I recovered. “I couldn’t help it. It’s just so big.”
Trevor smiled at me. “It’s fine, Mother, I thought it was sexy.”
I grinned and wiped my chin with the back of my hand and went back to work on his cock with my mouth. I got used to the size quickly and soon I was in a slow tempo of going up and down on his penis. I had figured out just how much of my stepson’s cock I could take with gagging and choking. As I was bobbing my head up and down slowly, I took his now heavily lubricated shaft in my hand and slowly stroked it in rhythm with my mouth. I was making muffled whimpering moans as I sucked his cock.
“Ugh, fuck, Mother, that feels amazing,” Trevor moaned out. “Jesus, Mother, you sure know how to suck a dick.” He let out a few more vocal moans as I continued my blowjob. “Fuck, that’s good. Do you like sucking your son’s cock, Mother?”
“Eth, umph, eth, umph eth,” I answered, with his cock still filling my mouth.
“Lick my balls again, Mother,” Trevor told me after my muffled answer.
I pulled my head back and his cock popped out of my mouth. When I lifted my head there was a thick strand of my heavy saliva stretching from my mouth to his cock, just as I liked to see when giving a sloppy blowjob.
I giggled when the strand broke as I moved my head back further. I wiped my chin, picked a few of his pubic hairs from my mouth, and then started to lick his scrotum and testicles once more. His scrotum was glistening and his pubic hairs were matted together from my thick, mucus-like spit.
As I licked my stepson’s balls and scrotum, he spread his legs further, reached down, placed his hands under his legs at the knees, and lifted them to expose himself to me more.
“Lick my taint, Mother,” he told me. I loved how he called me Mother all the time and how he said it with so much affection!
I had never done that before. None of my sexual partners had ever asked that of me. I removed his cock from my mouth and while I hesitated for a moment, I was still stroking his shaft. I found myself so fascinated by his large penis that I could not let go of it. I stared at the area between his scrotum and butthole for a moment and then lowered my head again and timidly started licking the area he wanted me to lick.
It didn’t take long for me to start and lick more forcibly as Trevor moaned out in pleasure. I was soon greedily lapping at the area with my tongue.
“Yes, Mother, that feels so good,” Trevor told me. “Keep jerking my cock.”
Hearing that I was making him feel good just encouraged me to keep licking and lapping his taint even harder and I started stoking his cock faster.
“Fuck, Mother, I never knew you could be so nasty,” Trevor told me but his tone was kind and caring and not cruel as he called me nasty. “Now lick my asshole, Mother.”
My body flinched when I heard that. I stopped licking my stepson, moved my head up to his stomach, and looked up at the boy.
“No, Trevor, please, I…I don’t want to do that. It’s…it’s gross,” I whined out. “Please don’t make me do it, baby, please.”
Any other man who would have asked me to do that I would have given them a stern no as I did with the man in the hotel room in Baltimore when he asked me to do that disgusting act. With Trevor, however, I was pleading with him not to make me do it. Even though I was revolted by the thought of such an act, I was still stroking his cock slowly.
Trevor rose and sat on the bed and reached out with his right hand. I flinched again. I thought he was going to grab my head by my hair and force me to lick his butthole. He didn’t. He ran his fingers gently over my cheek. I made what only could be described as a purring sound from his touch and leaned into his hand.
“I love you, Mother,” he told me as he caressed my cheek. “I love you as your son. I always have.”
I looked up at the boy and smiled at his words. They made me feel good inside and when he told me he loved me as a son loves a mother, my heart seemed to skip a beat.
Do you love me, Mother?” he asked. “Do you love me as your son?”
“Yes, baby, you know I do. You know I always have,” I told him.
I am very aware of how that may sound while doing what Trevor and I were doing. Having my stepson tell me he loved me as a son loves a mother and me telling him I loved him as a mother loves a son is perverted sounding. But it made me feel so good emotionally and warmed my heart that he still loved me as his mother and thought of me as his mother. I felt the same about him as my son.
Even though what we were doing was never going to happen again after that night, I just felt a type of emotional pleasure and arousal, even though perverse, from being so intimate with a boy who loved me as his mother and I loved as my son.
Was that so wrong, to do what we were doing and what we did together as our affair continued? Yes, I was much older than him, but he was eighteen when our affair started so he was legally an adult. I was not a sexual predator. He was the one who initiated our affair, not me. Everything we did that first night and continued to do after was consensual for both of us.
While I loved him as a son and he loved me as a mother, we were not related by blood, so there was no incest. Why couldn’t we have such intimacy with each other to show each other how much we loved one another in a manner that only strengthened our emotional bond? I told myself that the next morning after the first time we had sex to try and justify what we were doing and continued to tell myself that as our affair continued.
Now I do know it was so wrong and there is no justifying what I did or the guilt and shame of it all I felt after our affair ended and still feel today as I am writing this chapter.
“You want to make your son who loves you feel good don’t you, Mother?” Trevor asked as he continued to caress my cheek.
I smiled and nodded. “Yes, of course I do,” I answered. I then giggled, “What a silly question,” I told him.
Trevor smiled at me. “Then if you want your son to feel good, you will do it for me. It will make me feel good, Mother,” he told me.
I thought for a few seconds and the boy continued to caress my cheek. I gave Trevor a small smile and nodded my head. “Ok, baby,” I told him.
Trevor once again grinned in triumph and lay back down. He lifted and spread his legs again as I moved down between his legs and lay on my stomach. I placed my hands on his butt cheeks and spread them apart and looked at his hairy butthole. The area around the entrance to his butt was a dark brown, perfect circle. It contrasted with his pale complexion.
I knew he would be clean down there because he had just taken a shower and raising him since he was a little boy. I knew Trevor was almost compulsive with his hygiene. He was not a germaphobe; he just liked to practice good hygiene.
I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, lowered my head to him, and stuck out my tongue. I closed my eyes and winced as my tongue tentatively touched his butthole. With just the tip of my tongue barely grazing his hole, I licked upwards and down a few times. I drew my head back and looked up at Trevor.
“Like that?” I asked.
“Harder, Mother,” Trevor told me. “Do it harder and lick around my asshole before you put your tongue up there.”
I sighed and swallowed hard again and once more licked his butt, but this time with more pressure on my tongue. Trevor let out a faint moan of pleasure. I pressed my tongue harder against him and started circling it around his brown butthole. Trevor moaned again.
“That’s it, Mother, that feels better. Keep doing that,” he told me.
I realized it was not as repulsive as I thought it would be and it didn’t make me feel nauseous or gag as I thought it would. I also enjoyed the fact I was making Trevor feel good. It made me feel good to please him. I started licking his butthole harder.
“Uhh, damn, that’s so good, Mother,” Trevor told me. “I never imagined you would be so nasty, Mother.”
I giggled as I was licking him. The way he said I was being nasty was not said as an insult or in a degrading manner. He said with a teasing and affectionate tone in his voice.
Realizing what I was doing, while nasty as he said, was not as revolting as I imagined; I moved my hands closer to his butthole and spread his butt cheeks wider. It opened his sphincter slightly and I inserted my tongue into the hole.
“Uhh, fuck, yes. That’s it, Mother. Get in there deep,” my stepson groaned out.
I pushed my tongue deeper into Trevor and started flicking my tongue as it was inside him. Trevor lowered his right hand and started stoking his large penis. Hearing his moans of pleasure and seeing him jerk his cock excited me that I was making him feel so good. I started to tongue his butthole harder.
Soon I had forced my tongue to go into his butt as far as I could, my lips were pressed against his flesh as if I was French kissing his asshole, and circling my tongue inside him. Trevor was moaning and jerking his cock harder. I was doing the disgusting but erotic and enjoyable act so vigorously that saliva was running down my chin and my stepson’s butt crack.
Trevor was stroking his cock harder and faster and occasionally his hand would hit the top of my head. I didn’t care. I was lost in what I was doing and lost in giving my stepson such pleasure and I had to admit to myself, that I was enjoying doing such a perverted thing to him.
“Ugh, fuck. Fuck, uhh fuck, Mother, I’m going to cum,” Trevor groaned out. “Put your mouth on it. I want to cum in your mouth but don’t swallow.”
I quickly moved up and took the boy’s cock back in my mouth. I only put the tip of his cock in my mouth and used both my hands to jerk his thick shaft hard and rapidly as I sucked the head of his cock. I felt Trevor’s body tighten and then he let out a loud grunting moan, his hips thrust up, and I felt his cum shot into my mouth.
Trevor’s warm, thick cum kept shooting into my mouth as he grunted loudly with each spurt. There was an abundance of his sex fluid gushing into my mouth with a great deal of force and while I did my best not to swallow it, some shot down my throat and I had no choice but to swallow. I was able to keep most of it in my mouth, however, but some did spill out and ran down my chin.
After my stepson’s orgasm ended, I sat up on the back of my heels and looked down at him. He was grinning and panting. He sat up after he quickly caught his breath.
“Let me see it, Mother,” he told me.
I opened my mouth and showed him the cum on my tongue and inside my mouth. When I stuck my tongue out slightly, curling it a little to try and keep his fluid on my tongue, some of it dripped off my tongue and landed on the bed between his legs.
“Fuck, I like seeing cum in your mouth. It’s sexy,” he told me. “I like how it’s running down your chin and down to your tits,” he grinned. “Now swallow it,”
I closed my mouth and made a gulping sound as I swallowed my stepson’s cum. I swallowed once more and then ran my tongue over my lips and as far down my chin as I could. I then swallowed again.
“You like the taste of cum don’t you, Mother?” Trevor asked.
I nodded, wiped my chin with my fingers, licked them, and picked some of his pubic hair out of my mouth. “I like the taste of yours, baby,” I told him.
Trevor chuckled. “I just think you like the taste of cum regardless of whose cock it comes from.”
I blushed. I did enjoy the taste, texture, and smell of man’s orgasm fluid.
“Did…did you like it?” I asked. “Did I make you feel good, baby?”
Trevor smiled at me, reached out and put his hands under my butt, and pulled me to him. As he did so, I stretched out my legs to overlap his thighs so I was sitting on his lap. My stepson leaned in and kissed me passionately, and I responded the same way.
I liked a man who was not timid about kissing me after he had cum in my mouth. Trevor’s father would never kiss me right after he orgasmed in my mouth. He would wait a few minutes before he did. Thankfully, Trevor did not share that trait.
The boy broke our kiss, looked me in the eyes, and caressed my cheek. “That was my first time having my dicked sucked, Mother,” he admitted what I had already expected. “It was amazing.”
I smiled. “I…I am glad I was your first time for that,” I confessed. It did make me feel emotional that I was. “Will I be the first woman you make love to?” I asked. I suspected I would be but I wanted to hear him tell me.
Trevor nodded. “Yes. I hope I won’t disappoint you, Mother.”
I giggled. “Oh, baby, based on what you have done so far and how you have made me feel, I highly doubt I will be disappointed.”
I grabbed his face gently with both hands, pulled him to me, kissed him briefly, and then pulled my head back.
“I am glad I will be the first woman you make love to, Trevor,” I told him sincerely.
He smiled. “Me too, Mother.”
“I…I think it will somehow be more special this way for you. For me to be your first,” I told him. In some perverse but arousing and erotic and deep emotional feeling; I was excited to be the one to take my stepson’s virginity.
“I am glad it will be you also,” Trevor told me. I smiled happily.
Trevor once again started kissing me hard and passionately, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. We kissed for several moments, and I moaned into his mouth when his fingers started to fondle one of my erect nipples. Sitting on his lap as I was, I could feel his large cock was still hard and pressing into me.
I moved my mouth to his neck and started kissing and sucking his neck. “Make love to me, baby, please,” I begged. “Please, Trevor, make love to your Mother. I need it to feel my son inside me so bad.”
I felt Trevor’s grip on my butt tighten and then I let out a squeal and was giggling as my stepson lifted me slightly and tossed me onto my back. He lay on top of me and started kissing my breasts and sucking my nipples. I placed my hands on his head and pulled his black hair as I pressed him tighter to my chest.
“Ohh, God! Ohh, God, baby please…please fuck me, Trevor,” I begged as I lifted my legs and bent them at the knees to give the boy better access to my pussy. “Please, fuck me now! I can’t take it anymore. I need my son’s big cock inside me!”
My intense arousal had changed from wanting him to make love to me to wanting him to fuck me. I needed him inside me so badly that I was once again begging and started using words I would never use in normal conversation. Calling him my son was wrong, I know, but I could not help it, and referring to him as my son just intensified the already overwhelming sexual arousal I was feeling. I desperately need him to fuck me or I thought I would go mad with desire. I had never felt an overpowering sexual need from a man before and Trevor was not even a man. He was a boy.
I reached down to grab his cock and guide it into my pussy, but Trevor moved his hips to prevent me from taking hold of his penis. He looked up at me and grinned as I begged him.
“Not yet, Mother,” he told me. “Remember what I said I was going to do to you? I am going to taste and eat your sexy old pussy first.”
I was not only surprised by his restraint in fucking me but also impressed. Here I was, a woman who he told me he had fantasized about fucking for years, so eager to take his virginity, begging him to let me fulfill that fantasy, and he still refrained from fucking me.
“Don’t…please don’t…don’t make me do that other thing, please,” I begged in between my panting from desire.
Trevor gave me a large, mischievous smile. “I can’t make any promises, Mother,” he said and chuckled. He knew what begged him not to do. “I loved how you squirted your juices out of your pussy. It was incredibly sexy.”
“No, please baby, don’t do that,” I begged and whimpered.
I kept begging and whimpering as my stepson started kissing his way down my stomach and slide his hands under my butt. I continued to whimper, but stopped begging when his mouth closed over my pussy.
