Incest/Taboo Mom's Homecoming Celebration

Never in my wildest imagination did I think that my son John's senior Homecoming celebration would turn out the way it did, with ramifications I still haven't fully comprehended. Since that autumn night almost a year ago, my life has literally turned inside out. I'm not complaining, mind you, it has been the best time of my life, but it has been such an incredible experience, I still cannot quite believe it.

My name is Debbie. I am married to Vincent, a dullard of a man who over the course of our twenty-five year marriage has become an absent husband and father. We have three children, Austin the oldest at twenty-four years of age who is working in an engineering firm out west, Katie who at twenty two is about to finish a B.S. in education at a college in Texas and my youngest (my baby!), John who is now nineteen. Shortly after John's birth, my husband lost interest in me sexually, frankly telling me that after bearing three babies and even though he still loved me, he no longer found me attractive. Over the last few years, we've even had separate bedrooms so that to quote him, "I can have some peace and quiet at night and not hear your yammering about sex, Debbie!"

This was a terrible blow to my ego and it would be a long time before I began to understand his feelings weren't so much about my looks, but about his issues with sex and motherhood. It took years, but I finally accepted that I'm still a fairly pretty woman. I knew then and even now that I'm not some sexy supermodel. I don't have a classic shape unless you consider Rubenesque sexy. I'm five foot in my stocking feet and I weigh 125 pounds. My legs and waist are just a little pudgy looking, more muscle than fat because I work out a lot. I wear a 36 DD bra and my boobs really stand out on my small frame. I'm all tits and ass as my husband used to say before he lost interest. The weight of my breasts hasn't caused too much sag, but they do slope almost to my belly button because I'm so darned short and my boobs are so big. I have blue eyes and wear glasses and keep my blonde-gray hair short in a pixie cut.

My story really begins about a year ago. It was John's senior year in high school and he turned eighteen shortly after the school year began. He was excited because he was a starter on the football team and he and a few of his long time friends would be the core of the team's defense. I was proud of my son and his achievements, marveling over how he'd grown since his freshman year, both emotionally and physically. He was a kind boy, helpful and caring around the house and full of life and joy. He never complained about having a mostly absent father as Vincent was always off on road trips for his company (and I knew full well, that quite often he was accompanied by some little tramp secretarial assistant).

I acknowledge that Vincent did provide us a good home, but it was a darn lonely existence and like any healthy woman I have needs...needs my husband never could fulfill. By the time Katie left home, Vincent and I were in separate bedrooms. I became quite the connoisseur in sex toys and had amassed a healthy collection of vibrators and dildos as well as a sizeable library of porno DVDs. Alone at night, I would do my best to pacify my sexual needs, but at best, it kept my lust at bay like a caged animal.

In the meantime, I was a good mother, taking care of my John and watching as he grew from a clumsy, awkward teenage into a handsome man. He and his friends Dell, Brian and Chuck dragged several chunks of exercise equipment into one corner of our basement that we'd turned into a recreation room and over their high school career have worked out and worked out until they were strong, muscular men. Even though John is my son, I found myself many times admiring his hard, muscled body...not out of simple lust, but because as a woman, I can appreciate a handsome man.

In his senior year of high school, all his hard work began to really pay off. Their high school football team had its best season in maybe twenty years and they rolled through September and most of October undefeated. Their Homecoming Game was scheduled for late October and everyone was very excited. A dance was planned for after the game and John had asked for permission for his three best friends to sleep over afterwards. Now I knew darn well that John and his friends planned to drink a little that night, but I also knew that they always designated one to stay sober and I was quite happy knowing that at least they'd sleep it off safe and secure in our basement rec room.

The game was exciting. All four boys shut down the cross-town rival's offense and John sacked their quarterback four times that night. I was in the crowd cheering them on...alone as usual. Vincent was across the country in Las Vegas attending a seminar with his latest secretary/slut. I barely had time to kiss John goodbye before he and the others dashed off to the dance.

I went home and expecting John and his friends to be out for several hours, decided to take advantage of the alone time. I stripped down and popped a dirty video into the bedroom DVD player and got out "Ol Sparky," my favorite vibrator and climbed into bed. I was having an enjoyable time teasing my pussy with "Ol Sparky" and watching a video where a young, well built and hung stud was fucking a mature woman's brains out. When I had several hours to play, I liked to gradually get myself worked up until I was writhing on the bed, covered with sweat, and aching with need before bringing myself to a screaming orgasm.

I was almost there...almost at the edge of a huge orgasm. I was teasing my clitoris with "Ol Sparky," and biting my lip as I watched the mature redhead on the screen sob with pleasure as her muscled lover drove his long, hard penis deep into her pussy. I was so close and then...the damned phone rang.

I moaned with frustration and somehow resisted the urge to ignore the phone and bring myself off, but my maternal instincts kicked in. As long as my son was out, part of me always fretted and nothing is scarier than a midnight phone call.

I turned off my vibrator and reached for the phone. "Hello?" I said, trying to keep my frustration out of my voice.

"Mom!" It was John, sounding happy and drunk. "Mom, how are you?"

"I'm fine, honey. Are you okay? Is anything wrong?"

"Oh...I'm good, we're all good, but we're kinda drunk and Brian took off with some girl and he's our designated driver and the party got busted up by Eileen's folks and um, could you come get us?"

I sighed heavily. So much for my own pleasure. Mom to the rescue. "Of course, John. Where are you?"

I groaned as he told me the address. It was a good thirty minutes away. I quickly dressed, throwing on a pair of sweat pants, one of John's T-shirts that I sometimes wore as a nightshirt and a flannel shirt as a jacket since it was a cool autumn night.. I skipped panties and a bra out of convenience. I grumbled as I drove my minivan through the October night, driving out to where this Eileen lived.

As I pulled up, my son and his friends leaped off the front porch, whooping and hollering and I had to laugh to myself. They could still act like they did when they were nine or ten. I got out of the van only to find myself picked up by my son.

"Thanks, Mom!" John crowed. "I love you!"

"Put me down, you big goof!" I said, somewhat embarrassed. My flannel shirt came unbuttoned and in the cool night air, my nipples immediately hardened even as my son danced around with me, causing my large breasts to flop and bounce. All three boys were giggling, and I wasn't sure if it was because of the way John was being silly or because they could see my grape sized nipples pressing against the fabric of my shirt.

No sooner did my son let me down than his friend, Dell gave me a big bear hug, again lifting me off my feet. "Thanks for picking us up, Mrs. Forrest! I sure didn't want to call my old man to come get us!" he said in a sing-song voice. I could smell the beer on his breath even as I felt my breasts mash against his hard chest. I felt my face turn red even as I felt a little electric tingle between my legs.

Even as I was set back down, Chuck grabbed me from behind, his arms encircling my waist and lifting me up. "You're the greatest Mom ever!" he said in an overly loud drunken slur even as my sloping breasts brushed against his muscular forearms. As I kicked my feet, I again felt a tingle between my thighs as my broad butt brushed against a solid lump in his slacks. My son's best friend had a woody!

"You idiots are all drunk!" I said laughingly, stepping away from them. My son and his buddies were hanging over each other laughing and giggling like silly young boys. "Get into the van!" I said, pointing to the open side door.

"Yes, Ma'am," they said in a sloppy chorus and clambered inside. I gathered myself together, taking several deep breaths, trying to quell the sudden nervous energy from being manhandled by three teenage boys. "I love you, Mom!" John crowed again, sticking his head out the passenger side window.

I shook my head and said, "Settle down, son." I turned away and went up to the house to make sure they hadn't caused any real trouble. It turned out that Eileen was one of their classmates whose parents were supposed to be out of town for the weekend, but who had returned in the middle of a homecoming party. Eileen's father was quite put out with everyone, but her mother was more amused than pissed. She assured us that the boys had caused no real problems and that John could leave his old Ford in their driveway until tomorrow.

Eileen's mother eyed me and I started to blush and wondered if my nipples were ever going to soften and if my sweat pants were showing a dark spot where my pussy, already wet from "Ol Sparky" was tricking juices down my thighs from being manhandled by the boys. "Are you going to be okay with those horny little shits?" she asked me.

I laughed and said. "I've been watching over them all their lives. I've changed their diapers, spanked them when they were bad and tucked them into bed when they were sleepy. I suppose I can handle them when they're a little drunk."

She shrugged and smiled. "Okay then. Personally, I wouldn't get too near them without a chastity belt and a taser." I laughed and told her, I wasn't worried. I returned to the van and climbed in to much cheering and singing from my drunken guys. As we drove home, they continued to thank me for picking them up and to tell me how much they loved me. I had buttoned up my flannel shirt before climbing in, but despite the cool October air, the van grew very warm very quickly. I finally undid the flannel shirt, hoping they wouldn't notice, but Lord help me, the boys did notice. Dell and Chuck kept finding reasons to lean forward to tell me thanks and that they loved me, taking long, hungry looks at my breasts bouncing as the van seemed to hit every pothole in the road. Their almost blatant stares unnerved me and excited me and my nipples stood out against the T-shirt, looking like large, ripe cherries.

Making matters worse, John who was leading the singing and praising of his mother, couldn't seem to take his eyes off my big titties, flopping and jumping against my T-shirt. I would have been horrified at any other time, but I suppose in my heightened and frustrated sexual state, I actually felt aroused. Yes, it turned me on to know my son was staring at my body! Thinking that here were three handsome and horny men and that they were ogling me made me wet! I might have been my imagination, but I could have almost sworn I could smell my own pussy in the small, warm confines of the minivan.

The trip home seemed to take forever, although part of me relished their stares. It had been a long time since I'd felt the appreciative stares of men. But as with all things, eventually our drive came to an end as I pulled the minivan into the garage. "Okay, you bunch of drunks, out of the car!" I said, climbing out and trying to look down in the dim light to see if there was a stain in my sweat pants. I could feel my juices running down my thighs and I shivered.

My son and his friends clambered out and moved into the house. The basement recreation room connected to the garage and they all tumbled in and fell into the old sofas that we kept down there. I followed them in, saying, "You boys know where everything's at. There's food upstairs in the fridge. Now stay out of trouble and behave!"

I headed for the door and stairs, but before I reached it, Dell had rose out of his chair and again hugged me to him. "Thanks again, Mrs. Forrest! You're awesome!" He hugged me tight against him, lifting me up and crushing my breasts against his body. I squeaked helplessly as he hugged me, his hands on my ass, squeezing gently.

Dell set me down, but before I could recover and retreat towards the door, Chuck embraced me, pulling me against him and telling me how he wished I was his mom, even as he mashed my short body against his tall body...my boobs pressed up against his midsection and I felt very faint as I realized I could feel his throbbing penis against my chest. I staggered away from him, trying to laugh off their actions and walked right into my son's arms.

John hugged me tightly against his muscular frame, lifting me off the ground, his hands cupping my broad ass cheeks. "You're the greatest, Mom! I really love you," he said in a low voice. I gasped then as he kissed me on the lips. His mouth was closed, but he pressed his lips firmly against mine for several long seconds before breaking the kiss with a loud smack. He and the others guffawed as he slowly lowered me down, my body rubbing against his as he set me down. My face felt like it was on fire as was my pussy. I'd never felt so hot between my legs or as wet!

Again, I tried to laugh it off. "You idiots! You are all a bunch of animals!"

"We can't help ourselves, Mrs. Forrest! You've been like a mom to all of us!" hooted Dell.

"Yeah," added Chuck. "We just can't help it! We all love you!"

I was flabbergasted. I tried to make light of it and said, "Well, Mom loves all of you too. Now behave and don't make too much noise tonight and leave the beers in the fridge alone!" I quickly beat a retreat out the door and up the stairs. My knees were shaky and weak and my head was spinning. Up in the kitchen, I leaned against the counter for support and tried to figure out what had just happened.

Was I so desperate and starved for sex that I was making myself think that my son and his friends were hitting on me or was my son and his pals really copping feels and coming on to me? I mean...this was my son, my flesh and blood! And his touch, the sensation of his eyes roving over my body had me so hot and wet that it felt liked I'd peed my pants!

I staggered upstairs to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I glanced in the full length mirror on the wall. My nipples were jutting out from the fabric of my T-shirt. Omigod...those boys had certainly gotten an eyeful of my nipples! Looking downward, I was relieved to see that you could barely tell that there was a wet spot in the crotch of my sweat pants. I shucked off my sweats and a strong waft of my own scent filled my nostrils. I stroked my hand across my mound and marveled at how wet and aroused I looked. My pubic hair, blonde and sparse, did nothing to hide how excited I was. My thick labia lips were spread wide in the full bloom of sexual desire and my pussy was wetly pink with my juices flowing heavily out to dampen my thighs.

I slowly fingered myself, watching myself in the mirror before closing my eyes and seeing hard, strong, young men surrounding me, touching me, kissing me, spreading my legs. I saw huge, hard cocks waving at me, approaching me and as I looked upward, I saw my own son's smiling face and brilliant blue eyes. I whispered, "John...please fuck your mother," just as I suddenly heard my son bellow up from the kitchen, "MOM. CAN YOU BRING US SOME SHEETS AND BLANKETS?"

I snapped out of my erotic fantasy and choking down sobs of frustration, yelled back. "In a few minutes, honey!" Opening my eyes, I saw myself in the mirror again. One hand had yanked up my T-Shirt and was pinching an erect, blood swollen nipple and the other was rubbing my wide spread pussy; my middle finger plunged inside. My face was a portrait of desperate need and hunger. I looked like a wanton slut, desperate for a fuck. I stood up and shook my head. "You are so silly," I told myself. "You're awful, Debbie Forrest, for thinking such thoughts!"

I took a deep breath and resolved to gain control over myself. I stripped off my T-shirt and got dressed for bed. I grabbed the first gown I found in the dresser drawer and pulled it over my head. I looked at myself in the mirror and frowned. The gown has a plunging neckline that revealed a great deal of cleavage and exposed much of my breasts and the hem ended several inches above my knees. Its cream color wasn't transparent, but was opaque. My still hard nipples were outlined in detail as my boobs strained against the silky material, but my pussy was just a light shadow. Still, I didn't think it would be appropriate to walk around in front of the boys dressed like that. I went to the closet and pulled out an old, thick flannel robe that hung to the tops of my feet and put it on over the nightgown. Looking into the mirror again, I nodded in approval. Boring, bland, grandmotherly, nothing that would entice my son or his buddies.

I went to the linen closet and dug out sheets and several blankets. I went slowly back downstairs through the kitchen and then down the steps to the basement, feeling my self control and good sense returning with each step. I approached the door to the rec room which was slightly ajar. I could hear the boisterous noise of the voices of the boys and suddenly their words rang clearly in my ears.

"...love those massive jugs of your mom, John! I'd just like to bury my face in them forever!" Omigod, that was Dell's deep baritone!

"Shit yeah!" I heard Chuck chime in. "You're such a lucky bastard, Forrest. You actually got to suck on them big nips!"

I heard my son sigh. "I wish I could remember those days! Sometimes when I see Mom's nipples poking through her shirt, I just wanna rip her clothes off and suck her titties until she begs me to fuck her!" Again, I felt lightheaded and I plopped down on the steps. I felt like I was in a dream. No way could my son be talking like that!

"Damn...look at that would be motherfucker, Dell!" laughed Chuck. "John's getting a boner just thinking 'bout fucking his Mom!"

"Shut up," said my son. "You'd fuck her in a minute too, wouldn't you? Your dick's hard and all you did was cop a feel."

"Mmmm, mmm. I'd put up with sloppy seconds to pork your Mom," growled Dell. I bet her pussy's hotter than a firecracker and as tight as a virgin's!"

"Hey John, you got those pictures of your Mom down here?" asked Chuck. Pictures? What the hell were they talking about? I set down the linens and crept down towards the door. I peeked through the small opening and felt my jaw drop, heart stop and my pussy twitch madly.

I had a perfect view of all three boys on the couch, Dell was naked and my son and Chuck were wearing only T-shirts. John stood up and walked by the door, oblivious to his mother peeking at them through the door. His cock...omigod...his cock which was several inches in length and seemed impossibly thick and wasn't even completely hard, pointed his way as he crossed in front of me. Chuck and Dell were sprawled out on a sofa. Chuck's penis not as long as my son's, but was maybe a shade thicker. He had one hand stroking it slowly from the base to the tip of his thick crown. Dell's cock was longer than even my John's, but wasn't anywhere near as thick.

John stopped in front of an old overstuffed chair and bending over, tipped the entire chair back. Underneath, tucked into the springs, was an envelope. He pulled it out and tossed it to Chuck. Chuck pulled out several photos. A big, leering grin broke out over his face as he started to hand them one by one to Dell.

Dell's eyes grew wide as he looked at the photographs. "Goddamn, I have died and gone to heaven!" he groaned as his cock stiffened up. Your mom in a tiny bikini! She's fucking awesome!" I gasped. John had found old pictures of me from my early twenties, from when Vincent and I were first married and honeymooning in the Bahamas. That bikini had been white and tiny, barely a few strips of string. My breasts were almost completely bare in those pictures, spilling out on all sides! And there were pictures of me in that suit when it was wet and turned transparent. I knew Dell was looking at them, when his cock suddenly jerked to slap up against his stomach. "I wanna fuck your Mom!" he growled.

John laughed and said, "You have no fucking clue! I hear her at night, playing with her toys in her bedroom and it's all I can do not to run in there and jump on top of Mom and fuck her brains out and make her cum and cum like the old man never could. I see Mom every day, looking so sexy and beautiful and I fall in love with her a little more every time I look at her.

A sudden burst of orgasmic energy struck me without warning and I jammed my fist into my mouth to muffle any sound even as my pussy spasmed and pussy juice spurted out like I was peeing to splatter against my leg and flannel robe. My legs began to shake and I couldn't stand. I fell to my knees. I didn't know what had come over me. In all my life, I had never ejaculated cunt cream!

I had had no clue how John felt about me, his own mother. I was shocked and aroused and confused. All this time...all these years without a lover and beyond this door were three young men who would give me all the cock I wanted including my own son who talked about me like a man in love. "No! This is crazy," I whispered to myself. I pulled myself up and grabbed the pile of linens. I quietly slipped back up the stairs. I set the linens down on the top step and then in a voice that sounded calmer than I was, yelled down, "John! I left your blankets and stuff on the top step." I swallowed and continued, resisting the insane urge to tell the boys to come up stairs and fuck Mom, instead saying. "Don't stay up too late, boys. I, uh I love you!"

I closed the door and stumbled to a chair at the kitchen table and put my head in my hands. This couldn't be happening. Maybe I was going insane. All the years of Vincent's neglect had finally taken its toll. My need for a real cock had sent me over the edge and I was simply dreaming that my son and his friends were talking about me like I was some centerfold model in Playboy.

My heart began to pound as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They stopped outside the door and then went back down again. One of the boys had picked up the sheets and blankets. My pulse slowed down again. I marveled at my sudden reaction to the approach of my son or the other boys. Was it fear or excitement? I took several deep breaths trying to clear my head.

I heard steps again and felt panicky. I started to stand up and make an effort to flee the room. John swung the door open and bounded into the room. He was wearing gym shorts and a T-shirt. "Hi Mom," he said, seeing me sit there. He frowned a little and moved over towards the refrigerator. "Thought I'd get the guys some munchies." He glanced back over. "I haven't seen you wear that old robe in years."

Did I see disappointment in his eyes? "I was feeling cold," I said. My son stared at me and I couldn't keep looking him in the eye. I glanced downward, but that didn't help either. Now I was looking at the obvious bulge in John's gym shorts. Images of his erect penis danced in my mind. I felt my skin burn as I began to blush.

"Are you alright, Mom?" John asked, turning away from the refrigerator.

I shivered and said nothing. My son came over and put a hand on my shoulder. I wondered if he was trying to peek down my robe and pulled it closer. "Mom, what's wrong?"

His body brushed against my arm and I shivered again, imagining that I could feel his hard-on through my robe. My voice quavered as I replied, "Nothing. I'm fine, honey." I scooted back from the table and moved away from my son. I felt hot in the robe and my son in close proximity to me was making me feel hot in other ways. I stopped at the sink and filling a glass with water, took a long drink. I glanced back at John to see that he was studying me. He had a slight smile on his face.

"You know, don't you?" he said.

"Know what?" I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

John walked towards me. You heard us talking downstairs, Mom. You know how I feel about you, that I love you! You know I want you, Mom!"

I scooted down the counter until I came to the corner. John moved to intercept me and I was trapped. "Honey, I'm your mother. You know we can't."

My son moved closer. "Tell me you don't want to, Mom. Tell me you've never thought about it." His hands came to rest on my hands. He leaned in and said. "Kiss me, Mom. Tell me how it makes you feel."

"John, you're my son, we can't..." my protest was cut off by my son's mouth pressing against mine, kissing me insistently. I groaned as his hands moved to my waist, pulling me against him. John's lips pressed more firmly against mine and I felt his mouth open and his tongue roll over my lips, the tip searching for a point of entry into my mouth.

I tried to protest and my son's tongue slipped into my mouth. Almost instinctively, I offered him my tongue, not wanting to do it, but almost compelled to let my tongue dance and tease with his. It felt so good, so right, so wonderful! I began to kiss him back, kissing my son like a woman kisses her lover.

I was gasping for breath when the kiss finally ended, John sucking my tongue and then letting it slip from his mouth. I tried to be good. "John, we can't do this. You can't fuck me. I'm your mother, that's incest!"

John smiled confidently. "Just tell me no, Mom. That's all you have to do. Tell me not to do this," and his hands massaged my breasts. I suddenly realized that while he kissed, he had deftly untied my robe and spread it open and off my shoulders. His hands squeezed my heavy tits, fingers digging into my meaty flesh through my nightgown. My robe slipped off my arms to fall noiselessly to the kitchen floor.

I moaned as waves of delight washed over me. My nipples throbbed against his palms, so sensitive that every bit of movement caused sweet sensations so powerful I thought I might faint. "You're my son. You shouldn't touch me like this. It's wrong!"

John smiled. "Just tell me no, Mom. Tell me to stop. Tell me not to do this." He squeezed my breasts. "Tell me not to do this!" One hand dropped down and under the hem of my nightgown, fingers suddenly slipping into the wet, sodden flesh of my pussy! John leaned in against me and whispered in my ear, "Tell me no, Mom." His fingers plunged into my wet hole, swirling around, seeking and finding my special places that wanted, no...needed to be touched.

My son's hand on my breast dropped to my hand and he took in and shoved it under the waistband of his gym shorts, placing it on his thick, hard cock. "Just say no, Mom and I'll stop," John whispered in my ear. "I love you, Mom. I want this. You want this. Mom, you need this." He pulled his lips away from my ear and kissed me. This time he didn't have to force his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, tasting him. His fingers were like magic. One hand again, squeezing my breast, teasing the nipple while three fingers of his other hand thrust in and out of my pussy.

The kiss finally ended and my son whispered again, "I love you, Mom."

Tears ran down my face as I tried to form the words that would reshape my life forever. "Please, John..." I managed to get out. We stared intently at each other as I worked to speak. "Please, son. Please fuck me!" I kissed him again and stroked the long shaft of firm flesh in my hand. I kissed him more passionately than I had his father for many years.

As our tongues dueled and played, John dropped his hand from my breast and cupped my ass. With one hand in my pussy and one hand on my ass, he started to lift me up I flung my free hand around my son's neck to keep balanced. John carried me over to the kitchen table and set me down. His fingers slipped out of my pussy and he yanked his gym shorts down and then pulled his T-shirt over his head and flung it away. Then gripping his fingers in the silky fabric of my nightgown, my son ripped the garment apart, leaving me naked.

John's eyes roamed over my body and he sighed, "God, you're so beautiful, Mom!"

I looked at my son's naked body, his finely sculpted, muscled form and managed to whisper again, "Please, honey! Fuck me. Fuck your mother!" My hand which had never let go of his stiff dick, pulled his fat member towards my pussy, my legs now spread wide. I pressed the crown of John's cock against my flowered opening, feeling it throb against my own pulsating flesh. "I love you, son. Please fuck me!"

With a big grin that said that he had exactly what he wanted, where he wanted it, John replied, "I'd love to fuck you, Mom!" and my son pushed himself forward, driving several inches of hard, thick cock slowly into my aching, hungry pussy!

"OH GOD, YESSSS!" I screamed as my cunt filled up with cock meat. Any reservations about letting my son fuck me were swept away in that instance. Nothing in my forty-seven years had prepared me for this. Not Vincent's cock, not the handful of other guys I had fucked in high school or college, not "Ol Sparky" had prepared me for the absolutely most fantastic sensations of having my own son's massive penis fill up my pussy. It was glorious, it was erotic, it was right!

I felt stuffed as I felt John's pubic hairs brush my almost bare mound as the head of his cock pressed hard against my cervix. My legs came up and I wished they were longer so I could wrap them around my son's back, but I had to settle for pressing my knees into his side as my heels dug into his ass cheeks. I opened my mouth to cry out my love for my son and his wonderful cock, but all that came out was a wail of pleasure.

John leaned down and kissed me, his hairy chest mashing against my meaty breasts. I flung my arms around his neck again and staring into his smiling eyes, flung my pelvis upwards, seeking to get him deeper inside me. Every square inch of my flesh became ultra sensitive and his touch, inside and out, made me quiver and shake with pleasure. And then, oh and then my son began to fuck me!

He growled, "I love you, Mom! I love your tight, hot pussy!" and then he kissed me as he began to move and roll his hips, plunging in and out of me. He began slowly as I tightened my cunt muscles to clasp his stiff meat, trying in vain to keep my son inside me as long as possible. Each thrust took me a little closer to heaven. The heat our bodies were generating as incredible and before long we were both slick with sweat. John would kiss me then duck his head to play and nibble at my breasts, his hands pulled and lifted them, bringing my nipples to his mouth and then making me squirm with delight as he sucked and bit them.

My juices were flowing heavily and I could feel the puddle of pussy cream forming underneath me, feeling rivulets of pussy juice trickling down over my asshole and onto the kitchen table. The speed of John's thrusts picked up with each delightful stroke of his thick cock. I grunted with each thrust home. I marveled that such a long cock fit so perfectly inside my little body, but then again, my son was simply bringing it home to his mother...born of my flesh, it was if his cock was made perfectly for my cunt!

I could hear the creak of the old oak table beneath us as we rocked into each other, finding our rhythm, creating our incestuous dance of love. As I reveled in the carnal feelings that consumed me, a small part of my brain was simply trying to digest what was happening. I was committing incest with my son and I was happy about it. Long has John been the center of my life and now, my wonderful son was satisfying my most basic carnal needs, fucking me with the cock I was always meant to have.

Our movements became more urgent. John was fucking me as if his life depended on it, as if this might be the only chance he'd ever get to fuck his mother. My cries of pleasure became more pronounced. The incredible orgasmic sensations welling up inside me, originating from the center of my pussy threatened to overwhelm me. For one incredible drawn out minute, I stood at the precipice of pleasure and then my world exploded in an orgasm unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Ecstasy filled me, flooding every fiber of my being with unfathomable depths of pleasure. I writhed under the relentless pounding that my son was giving me...the incredible, confident fucking I would not have thought an eighteen year old could provide.

Just when I thought it could not grow more intense, John moaned, "Mom, I love you...I'm going to cummm!" and then my son's cock swelled and then began to flood my pussy with his hot sperm. My orgasm intensified a hundred fold and I bucked up against my son, driving his cock deeper into my womb as my back arched and I writhed violently on the table, impaled by my son's ejaculating cock.

As our bodies slammed together, our orgasms becoming one, I heard a violent and loud crack and for a second, my world began to tilt, then John's strong hands were clutching my ass cheeks and he was lifting me up, holding me as he continued to thrust upwards seeking to get deeper within me. As my weight settled on his erection, gravity served his purpose and my son's cock moved fractionally deeper into my cunt flesh, making my orgasm explode anew as I hung impaled on his throbbing cock. I think I partially lost consciousness then, aware only of John's skin on mine, his hairs scrapping deliciously against my hard nipples and his throbbing cock feeding me his steaming hot seed.

When my vision cleared, I found myself in John's arms, him holding me up, his cock still in my pussy, my cunt muscles clasping him tightly, milking him for any remaining semen. I shivered with delight and whimpered, "Oh honey, I love you so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you! You'll never know how much your mother needed this!" I kissed him enthusiastically.

"I love you too, Mom," John replied dreamily. "Um, sorry about the kitchen table." He turned to allow me to look down. One leg of the old oak table had snapped off.

I had to laugh and then moan because as John moved, it generated all sorts of intense feelings between my legs. "Oh baby...I don't care. I hope we break a thousand kitchen tables if it means you'll be fucking me like you just did. Good god, son, you're an incredible lover!"

John actually blushed. "You're all I've dreamed of for as long as I can remember. I love you, Mom."

I started to reply, but was interrupted by a yell from the bottom of the stairs. Dell's deep voice, "Hey, Forrest! Get yer ass in gear. We're starving down here!"

John smiled and looked at me, a question in his eyes. I knew what he wanted to ask, remembering that as far back as I could, John and his friends had always shared everything. I remembered their comments from just a little while before. I remembered their long dicks, getting stiff as they looked at pictures of me. My pussy spasmed at the memory, making John groan, as my cunt flesh tightened around his still swollen pole.

"Son, if you're okay with it, I'm okay with it. It's been so long, I'd love to overdose on your big, hard cocks!" I said, well aware that I had taken yet another step in changing my life forever.

John's eyes widened with surprise. "You are so awesome, Mom!"

I kissed him passionately. "I have a more than awesome son who knows how to make love to his mother!" I told him. "Now let's go see if Dell and Chuck know how to make love as well as my wonderful son does!" Still impaling me on his incredible cock, John carried us to the door and carefully walked us down the steps. By the time we reached the bottom, I was halfway back to an orgasm as every step down sent my son's cock plumbing the depths of my womb.

John opened the basement door and stepped into the recreation room. "About fucking time you cockknocker...." Chuck's good natured taunt trailed off. "Motherfucker!" he gasped.

Both Chuck and Dell were still on the couch. The boys looked slack jawed at my son and me, both of us stark naked, John's cock buried in my pussy. Both were wearing shorts. My old bikini pictures spread out between them. Dell's normally deep voice squeaked out, "Dude, you fucked your mom!"

John was grinning from ear to ear. "Duh! What was your first clue?"

The boys had spread the blankets down over much the open space of the deep, plush carpet. "Honey, why don't you put me down right here?" I asked my son

John went slowly down on to his knees and then set me gently down. With some regret, I let his cock slip slowly from my clasp. I groaned and rolled my head back as the sweet pain of surrendering my son's cock almost made me cum again.

I gasped for air and then looked at the three boys now staring at me. What a sight I had to have been. John's mother, naked and spread eagled, my son's juices oozing from my wide open twat. "Well, do you like what you see, boys?" I asked them in a husky, lust filled voice.

Now utterly speechless, their eyes busy roaming over my sweaty, naked body, they could only nod. Suddenly I knew the power that only a wanton slut could possess. All the fantasies of a lifetime were at my beck and call. I had three willing and able cocks...long and hard cocks to give me pleasure for as long as I could stand it. I could be as shameless as I wanted.

I ran my hands over my body, lifting my breasts up, pinching my nipples, making myself squirm as I brought one meaty tit up and sucked my own nipple. Chuck mumbled, "Oh fuck!" under his breath.

I turned my gaze to Dell. "Are you still up for sloppy seconds, Dell?" I slipped a finger into my flowered, semen frosted cunt. I swirled some of my son's seed onto my finger and then bringing it to my mouth, sucked it off. "Well, come to momma," I whispered huskily, beckoning to him with my now clean finger.

I didn't have to call Dell to dinner twice. He was up and his shorts were off in a heartbeat. With an almost manic look in his eyes, he was kneeling between my thighs and driving his cock into me, almost knocking the breath out of me as he plunged into me. It was good, but different from my son's cock. Dell wasn't as thick and slipping into me was no problem. I cried out as he probed my cunt deeper than John had, sinking almost two inches further into me. He sank down into me and on top of me, his ass moving in a blur, fucking me hard and fast. Like my son, Dell fucked with confidence and experience. He showered my upper body with kisses, not even hesitating to kiss me despite the taste of John's semen on my lips. Between kisses, he whispered sweet nothings to me, calling me Momma and telling me how beautiful I was, how much he loved my big titties, how hot my pussy was and how much he loved me.​