Misc. Erotica Sinful Seduction

I lay there for several minutes, butterflies dancing in my stomach. They stilled once Mark came out and dropped his towel down on the chair next to mine. Reaching back, I untied the laces of my suit, feeling every nerve ending come alive as I felt his eyes travel the length of my body.
“You are so gorgeous,” Mark breathed.

“Get to work, big boy,” I said with a smile for him, “You can ogle later, I’m burning up.”

“Deal,” he said with a grin and then took up the lotion and squirted a dollop in his hand.

Just like before he started at my shoulders, only this time, there was no hesitation in his movements. His hands were strong and confident as they worked the suntan lotion into my skin, taking his time and massaging the muscles of my neck and back. When he worked it down my sides, his fingers grazed the soft swell of my breasts, and I felt a zing of pleasure shoot down to my crotch. The catch in his breath when he did it, drew a small smile onto my lips.

“You can push down the bottoms if they’re in your way,” I said, cheeks burning red as I shifted. My body was aching to be touched, but I feared Mark wouldn’t show any initiative.

He didn’t say anything, and I didn’t dare look over my shoulder to see his expression, but I felt his strong fingers dig into my soft hips and slowly drag the thin black material down. I let out a sound of surprise when he didn’t stop where I had before. Instead, pulling the bottoms down to the middle of my thighs. I felt a cool breeze caress my bare butt cheeks, and my pussy quivered at being revealed to my son’s lusty gaze.

He began with my lower back, like last time, letting his hands tease me as he worked lower and lower. I wanted to whimper in disappointment when his hands left my body, but he was just getting more lotion.

“Mmmm!” The moan escaped my lips when I felt his hands on my ass.

At first, he merely worked the lotion into the flesh, but soon he was massaging, cupping and squeezing my ass cheeks in a way that no son should ever do to this mother. My pussy was dripping wet, and it was all I could do not to rub my thighs together and touch myself. As my butt cheeks parted, I heard Mark take in a sharp breath, and my body went tense. I’d never felt so exposed and desperate to be touched at the same time.

His thumbs massaged the lower part of my ass cheeks lower and lower until they were more on my thighs than ass, mere inches away from my wetness. Just when I thought he might touch me, his hands disappeared, and I bit my lip in frustration. I hadn’t been planning this encounter, Mark was in the driver seat now, and I figured this was as far as it would go.

Then I felt one of his hands rest on my back, holding me in place, and my head jerked up in shock when the other slipped between my thighs and cupped my wet pussy. When his palm came in contact with my aching sex, I hissed out a surprised breath.

“Mark…” I said, half in warning, half in plea.

My son said nothing, his breath coming rapid and heavy as one of his fingers slipped inside me. I gasped again and reaching out, gripped the blue cushion in white-knuckled grips as he grazed my G-spot, nearly making me cum right there.

The situation was wild. I lay face down on the lounge, biting my lips and writhing in pleasure as my son explored my pussy with his fingers. Tentative at first, but then with growing confidence as moans of pleasure escaped my lips.

I wanted to tell him to stop, but I couldn’t find the words, not when my body cried out for release. The fact that it was Mark touching me only added to the thrill, and when I felt his finger slide across my little nubbin, the pleasure spiked, and the first waves of a powerful orgasm began to roll through me.

“Oh… God… NNNGHHNN!”

Long moments I lie there, slowly relaxing and opening my eyes as I caught my breath. I’d never felt such powerful pleasure before in my life, and it left me lightheaded and shaky. Shifting on the chair, I looked over my shoulder with a shy smile, to find Mark grinning at me like a kid on Christmas.

“You…?” He asked, not quite able to say it, eyebrows forming the question.

I nodded, and he grinned all the wider. He stood, a look of immense pride on his face that touched me in that soft spot within. He went to move back, either to head inside or back to his chair, but I reached out and gripped his shorts, halting him. Unable to let him leave me, I needed to touch this beautiful, sweet man who’d given me such incredible pleasure. I needed to return it in full, my soul cried out for it.

“Mom,” Mark said.

Swinging my legs over my lounger, I sat up, ignoring Mark’s gasp of shock when he saw my bare breasts swing free, the bikini top left behind. Gripping his trunk in two hands, I dragged them down his legs, my eyes locked on the steely hardness pressing against the material.

“What are you…” Mark said, face slightly panicked, “Oh god…”

“You made me feel so good, baby,” I said, voice throaty and almost unrecognizable, “Mommy is going to return the favor. Be the man, Mark. Tell me what you need, baby… tell me what you want.”

I had made this plea my whole life to lovers, hoping they would take the initiative, but none ever did. Preferring to lay back and let pleasure happen to them, or half dominating in the way of weak-willed men.

Mark’s eyes flared with passion, and the corner of his lips turned up in a little smile. He shocked me when he reached down and slipped his fingers around the base of his monstrous cock, my hands on his thighs as I licked my lips. Angling it down towards my lips, I felt saliva pooling my mouth in anticipation of feeling it slip between my lips. When I went to move forward, he stopped me with a hand on top of my head, surprising me.

“I want to watch you suck it, Mom,” Mark said to me, his eyes filled with lust and a deep-sea of emotion, “You can’t imagine how many times I’ve dreamed about this.”

His eyes were locked onto mine as he drew my head forward. Inhaling his musk, I whimpered in need and then closed my eyes in pleasure as my soft lips slid over the fat head. The shock of wicked wrongness that swept over me was only trumped by the surge of joy when I heard Mark moan out.

My son’s cock is in my mouth, I thought and nearly came right there, without even touching myself at the intense feeling the thought caused.

Mark released my head, and I got to work, employing every skill I knew to give this gorgeous young man pleasure. Throwing myself into the task.

My lower jaw creaked as it stretched wide, allowing his girth to slip in, all while my tongue teased the underside of his cock. Sliding back up it, I kissed around the head, looking up into Mark’s eyes as I did. I’ve never seen a hotter sight than his pale green eyes boring into mine as I slid my tongue up and down the side of his cock.

He looked like some Greek god standing there, not the shy son I’d known for so long. Slipping my hand around the base of his cock, I pressed my massive tits into his leg, loving it when he reached down and gripped a handful and rolled my fat nipple between his fingers.

The young man’s balls tightened, and his cock thickened in my mouth. Holding his gaze with mine, I make a tight ring out of my fingers, just before my lips and twisted them as I drove myself forward onto his cock, letting my son fuck my face gently as I saw his face twist almost in pain as the orgasm began to sweep through him.

“Mom,” he warned, voice strained, “I’m cumming…” His eyes took on a look of intense excitement when he saw I planned to let him cum in my mouth, “Oh fuck… swallow it… cumming!”

The first blast nearly choked me; it was so powerful. The cum was thick and salty and coated the back of my throat as I struggled to swallow it all down. Again, and again, my mouth filled, pearlescent cum spilling down my chin and onto my breasts. Pulling off Marks softening cock, I let him see my mouth full of his cum, my eyes grinning up at him wickedly as I swallowed it all down, licking my lips and wiping up the cum that had dripped onto my massive breasts and licking it off my fingers.

“Holy shit…” Mark said, “That was…”

“Amazing,” I said, closing my eyes and savoring the memory.

Mark helped me up, both of our legs a little shaky and surprised me by slipping his arm around my waist and pulling me into a passionate kiss. The butterflies were back, and I felt weak in the young man’s arms as he held me tight. His lips were soft and gentle but tongue insistent as it danced with mine. Finally, he pulled back, eyes staring at me in wonder and no small amount of curiosity. I could see he was about to ask where this was all headed, but I reached up and placed a finger on his lips.

“Are you upset at how things have turned out?” I asked and grinned when he shook his head. “And what if the reason-.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Mark said around my finger, kissing it and then pulling me closer. “Do you care about me?”

“Of course,” I said, feeling a touch frightened at the sea of complicated emotions I felt within.

“Then nothing else matters,” he said, “Even if nothing else happens, I got to hold the woman of my dreams for a few moments.”

The words that nearly came to my lips disturbed me a little, but when I looked up into my son’s eyes, I saw only gentle love there. I kissed him feeling his body respond as my fingers trailed up and down his massive cock.

“I wanted to tell you,” I whispered in his ear, “That your cock is magnificent… and I can’t wait to feel it inside me… stretching me… fucking me.”

“Oh, Jesus…” Mark moaned as my hand slid up his steely shaft, his eyes wide grin growing.

Then his grin fell, and he groaned out in disappointment when I stepped away from him. He watched me, a little lost, as I gathered up my towel and top, not bothering to cover my breasts as they swayed, drawing his eyes like a lodestone.

“Make sure you’re ready for dinner in an hour,” I said, then flashing him a wink continued, “And make sure you have the energy for dessert. I plan to have seconds.”

His grin returned, wider than ever, and I had to hurry inside, or else I would spend the next hour kissing that handsome face and ruin all the plans I’d made for the evening. Feeling like a schoolgirl, I ran upstairs to get changed, smiling so hard, my cheeks started to get sore; or perhaps that was from giving Mark a blowjob.

Oh god, I did it… I sucked his cock… The thoughts set my pussy to aching, and I couldn’t help but masturbate quickly while I sat on the toilet. If I didn’t take off the edge of my need, I wouldn’t be able to focus on preparing dinner.

In the wake of my orgasm, I sat there for a moment catching my breath, worrying that all of this was crazy. Was it all moving too fast? Was it going to ruin my life, and Marks? Perhaps it might, but I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it, and at that moment I couldn’t imagine never kissing him again or feeling his touch and eyes on my body like they had been earlier.

We both needed this, and we both wanted it. As for the rest of my plans, there was a chance they’d ruin things, but the truth was I wanted it. I saw a possibility for a future I’d always dreamed of, one filled with love, wealth, friendship, and fantastic sex.​