Incest/Taboo Son was Copy of Late Husband

I waited in bed impatiently for my husband, Ron. He was reading a story to our 5 year old son, Sean. It was part of our routine: After dinner, I cleaned the dishes and completed my daily work assignment, building a web page for a client, while Ron played with Sean and read him a story before going to sleep.

Ron and I were too busy lately, and our intimate moments suffered. This evening, we got free early and were ready to have fun. I loved Ron; He was a good friend, a fantastic husband, and excellent in the sack.

After what felt like ages, Ron entered the bedroom.

I smiled, "Honey, did you prolong your stay with Sean because you do not find me attractive anymore?"

He smirked, "Actually, I hardly remember your body after such a long drought."

"Do you need a reminder?"

"Yes, darling, please..."

I got out of bed wearing a sheer red baby doll, leaned on the door frame, arched my back to enhance my D-cup breasts, gave my hubby a seductive look, and murmured, "Am I still suitable to spend the night with, or you'd rather sleep on the couch in the living room?"

He didn't bother answering. The growing tent in the front of his pants was the answer. He undressed rapidly, and his 7" stiff pecker led the way to our bed.

"Honey, your dick requires my attention."

He grinned like the cat that got the milk, lay on his back, and ogled my heavy tits. I sashayed gingerly toward his naked body, knelt on the bed's edge, and touched the magnificent organ. I always loved playing with it. It was long and thick, with a large mushroomed head and a veiny shaft. The velvety skin reacted to my fingers by hardening further and pointing skyward.

I bobbed it slightly with my fingers and kissed the tip. It jolted, and a drop of precum appeared on top. I licked it and whispered, "Thanks for the appetizer." Then I tenderly massaged his ball sack. He moaned.

Next, I felt his large palm cupping my boob. My breasts were very sensitive, especially my dark pink nipples. Over the years, Ron became an expert at kneading them, making me horny like crazy. Tonight, there was no need - I was highly aroused before he entered the room...

My lips enveloped his member, and it slowly disappeared into my hungry mouth. After less than a minute, all 7" were lodged in my oral cavity, reaching deep into my throat. I started blowing him the way he liked it: My tongue pressed against it when I was taking it in and I milked it when I was pulling out. Ron groaned louder, and both his hands tweaked my nipples harder. I intensified my sucking and felt his hands moving to the back of my head.

I knew his orgasm was pending. I sucked faster and inserted my forefinger into his anus. A couple of seconds later, his torso tensed, and he began ejaculating his seed. I placed my tongue in front of his slit to lessen the power of the jets hitting my palate and accumulated the rich thick in my mouth. Like clockwork, after the 6th jet, the stream diminished. I smiled at Ron and swallowed the precious slimy liquid.

He looked at me admiringly and mumbled, "Mia, darling. You are amazing!"

"Big boy, compliments won't be enough. You get 15 minutes of rest, and then, you better be ready to ravage my body and send me to paradise."

Ten minutes later, Ron's hands were all over my body. I chuckled, "Couldn't you wait 5 more minutes?"

"I could but didn't want to. You are too sexy for your own good."

"Show me..."

He dove between my thighs, and his magic tongue began licking me the way no other of my former lovers could. It tickled, lapped, and danced on my drenched labia, making me crazy. I pleaded, "Please, Ronnie, I can't take it anymore. Let me cum."

He giggled, "Not until you beg nicely and tell me what you really want."

I squirmed, "You are such a jerk!... Please, fuck me with your tongue and play with my clitty..."

"Good girl."

Subsequently, Ron's thick tongue penetrated my pussy, and his thumb pressed and nudged my clitty roughly. I climaxed instantaneously, shaking wildly, unable to stop it, and heard myself screaming. The bastard continued giving me an unbelievable oral. At one point, I lost consciousness and felt I was floating in the clouds.

I had no idea how long I was out, and then I heard him blurt, "Honey, it was only the appetizer. Get ready for the roller coaster."

I was too lightheaded to realize what he was doing, but next, I felt his monster being shoved powerfully into my soaked cunt, and he began pounding me savagely. Ron's massive hands pinched my sensitive nipples.

It felt so good!... It was a bliss. I completely forgot about our sleeping boy, Sean, and cried my heart out. I was in heaven, and for some time, I knew nothing that was happening. At that time, Ron could have brought his favorite football team to join him, and I would obey anything... I woke up when I felt his lips on mine. He French kissed me; I guess it was to muffle my loud noises. I heard Ron growl as he erupted in my womb. I felt him spasm multiple times, and then he continued ramming into me, conquering my body and my brain.

When he was done, he moved to my side and kissed me softly, whispering, "I love you, honey; you are the best!"

For the next 7 years, our life was as happy as could be. Ron became a supervisor at their construction company, and I worked for a software firm. We made good money and enjoyed our work benefits. Sean was 12 years old and looked exactly like his father when he was the same age.

Everything changed a year later. Ron began losing weight. We assumed it was due to his demanding work and exercises. We joked that his body was awesome, and I had to lose my extra 5 pounds. However, his weight loss continued. We went to see his doctor, who referred us to a specialist. Ron underwent multiple tests, including imaging of his abdomen. He was found to have pancreatic cancer.

Hearing the diagnosis and reading about it online was devastating. The prognosis was dismal. It was too late for surgery, and he got radiation and chemotherapy. Within 2 months, he started having nausea and severe pains. We knew he was doomed, and there was nothing that could be done except to treat his symptoms.

The best one to handle the situation was Ron himself. He tried to console me, "Mia, that is your chance to find a new lover, somebody who is not going to abuse your body but will hug and caress you like a real gentleman should."

I was too distraught to joke with him and said, "You are such a moron. I don't want hugs. I want YOU and the way you royally fuck me!"

"Honey, with your smartness and the way you look, I am sure you'll find somebody better soon." Ron died 3 months later.

Being left without the love of my life and with a 13 year old boy was a big blow. I mourned Ron for over 3 months before deciding it was time to go on with my life. After all, it was Ron's wish, too. In the first year, I dated 3 guys who looked and sounded very appealing. However, after giving each several opportunities, including having sex with them, neither came close to Ron in personality or in bed. After the disappointing 3rd one, I gave up. I told myself that although I was only in my 30s, I was probably destined to remain a Mom. I tried 2 more times 2 and 5 years later, but with similar results.

All that time, I saw my son, Sean, growing before my eyes. His appearance and demeanor were a carbon copy of his Dad. Watching him on a daily basis reminded me of my dead loving husband. In his senior year in high school, Sean did well, and for his 18th birthday, I bought him a new Toyota Corolla. He was elated and told me I was the best mother ever.

During the first year in college, he continued living at home. I assumed it was because I made his favorite foods and laundry. By that time, I did much of my work from home and didn't bother dressing properly. Most of the time, I wore one of my long robes or pants with a blouse, not bothering with a bra.

Now and then, I noticed Sean ogling my chest when he thought I wasn't watching. Initially, I laughed at it, thinking it was the expected behavior of a child becoming a man. When it became more overt, I considered it a compliment - I was approaching 40 years old, and a young man found me attractive...

One day, I opened my panties drawer and realized the pink panties I left on top the night before were gone, and a white pair was on top instead. I found the pink pair in the bottom of the laundry basket covered with cum stains. It was time to talk to Sean.

Later that evening, I went to his room and asked, "Sean, dear, you are handsome, funny, and smart. How come a pretty girl hasn't caught you yet?"

He blushed, "A few girls showed interest, but I thought they were too childish."

"What do you mean?"

"All they cared about was gossip, fashion, and being on the phone nonstop. I went out with a pretty classmate and we even had sex, but after we finished, she called her girlfriend to tell her about the experience."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I am attracted to more mature women."

"How do you know? Did you try dating an older woman?"

"About a month ago, I saw a woman in her 30s in Costco. She is about 5'4", 130 pounds, with blonde hair and... a big chest. She smiled at me and I smiled back. If I see her again, I might ask her out."

I chuckled, "The description of the woman you mentioned fits me... How do you know she is not attached?"

He blushed and stuttered, "I doon't know iit."

I stared at him, "Honey, are you trying to find a woman who looks like me?"

His cute face turned crimson, "Mom, you are pretty, and although you hide behind your ugly robes, I think your figure is still nice. I don't know why you do not try to find another man. Dad died years ago."

I sat by Sean's side and caressed his cheek, "Darling, I tried multiple times, but nobody came close to your father. I am not that desperate to compromise, at least not yet."

"I looked in our family album. I look so much like Dad when you two were dating."

I sighed, "You are right. Every day, I look at you and am reminded of the good times I had with Dad." My eyes began tearing.

Sean came closer and hugged my shoulder. I hugged his chest and started crying. Initially, he whispered, "Mom, it's OK, take it easy." But then he seemed to distance himself from me.

I gazed at him. His face was red again. It took me several seconds to glance at his groin and see the huge bulge. With tears in my eyes, I smiled at him, "Honey, don't feel uncomfortable. It's a normal reaction. I forgot that hugging you pressed my tits against you. Will you forgive me?"

"Mom, it's a pleasant feeling, but I thought you'd be offended..."

"I am not. And I promise from now on to dress up more properly at home. Deal?"

He grinned, "Deal."

The same night, I had a dream about Ron and I having sex. I had these dreams at least once a week for years, likely because my physical needs were neglected for a long time. Ron was playing with my boobs and then mounted me. He began plowing my pussy. I watched his face lovingly, and all of a sudden, his face changed to Sean's. My son was fucking me! I was so horny that I couldn't stop myself and orgasmed with Sean fucking me...

The next day, I was confused and lightheaded. By now, Sean was a copy of his father. His rugged face, broad shoulders, 6-pack, and the impressive bulge in his pants woke me from the many sexless years I was in. Remembering that Sean masturbated using my panties aroused me even more.

My brain started shouting, "Stop it, slut! He is your son. What you are thinking about is incest. A major sin!"

I tried to go to sleep, but Sean's body riding me kept appearing before me.

Later in the afternoon, I wore a short black dress that had a generous cleavage and emphasized my large breasts as well as my shapely calves. I added 3" matching color shoes and prepared dinner.

Fifteen minutes later, Sean entered the front door. He smelled the meal and shouted from the entrance, "Mom, the smell is great. I am hungry as..." He just reached the kitchen door and saw me. "Mom, what the f...?! You are gorgeous!"

I grinned, "Thanks, hon. I listened to you and decided to get rid of my robes. I don't want you to hate looking at me."

"Are you kidding me? I love you. In this attire, you look much younger, prettier, and much sexier."

I smirked, "Like the woman in Costco?"

He blushed again, "You are much more attractive. If you weren't my mother..."

I glanced at him with a smile, "Continue. If I weren't your mother..."

"I'd ask you for a date."

"We can do that. Would you take me to see a movie together?"

"Sure, but please, no chick flick."

"Personally, I'd prefer something in Landmark Theater. I love old movies. Honey, choose the day and the movie and update me with the details.

Landmark Theater had 3 movies that week: Harold and Maude, Love Story, and Film Stars Don't Die In Liverpool. I saw Love Story a long time ago and asked Sean to choose one of the other two. He chose Harold and Maude, which sounded to me like a romantic movie, so I was on.

The idea of going on a date with my son was funny. On the one hand, I wished to enjoy the company of my loving son and make him proud of me. On the other hand, I was lonely for too long and craved intimacy. Sean looked so much like his late father that my repressed desires burst into my nightly dreams. I was torn inside.

I decided to wear my old short red dress. This was Ron's favorite dress, but since the last time I wore it, I gained 5 pounds. I tried it on. It was tight but looked very good. However, the bra lines were too obvious and ruined the dress's shape. I tried it without the bra. It was much better - The nice cleavage hugged my breasts and even lifted them some. I put on 3" heels red shoes, knowing I would still be about 5"-6" shorter than Sean. I added a touch of makeup and matching red lipstick and stared at the mirror. Tears filled my eyes; the last time I dressed the same was with his father, and when we returned, we had wild sex on the carpet...

I chugged a glass of Chardonnay and went to the living room. Sean was standing and watching TV. When he saw me, his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped.

He mumbled, "Mom, you are beautiful."

I smiled, took his hand in mine, and said, "Thank you for being nice to your mother."

He whispered, "No, Mom, I really mean it. Until lately, you were only a mother to me, but seeing you like that will haunt me."

"Honey, you are the best son ever. Complimenting your aging mother like that will award you a bonus." He didn't answer and blushed. I gazed at him. He was dressed in clean jeans and a white short-sleeved shirt that highlighted his biceps. So much like Ron...

The theater was mostly empty. No wonder; this movie was from the 70s and could be seen at home on Netflix. We sat somewhere in the middle with nobody around us. We rested on our seats and munched on popcorn until the movie began. On two occasions, popcorn landed on my dress. As I picked it up and cleaned myself, I noticed Sean's eyes exploring my body. I shuddered slightly, not knowing how to behave. I said nothing.

As the movie started, I moved closer to Sean. His strong arm hugged my shoulder. It felt good. Pretty soon, it became clear that Harold, the sad young guy, and Maude, the much older eccentric lady, were attracted to each other. He was 20, and she was 80, so it was too ridiculous to be taken seriously.

I leaned on Sean's chest and joked, "Did you choose this movie to hint that certain young men are attracted to much older women? I hope you do not see me as 80 years old."

He hugged me harder and whispered, "Yes, I wanted you to see that chronological age does not matter. But unlike Maude, you are pretty and... desirable."

God! 'you are pretty and desirable' was the same sentence Ron whispered to me in one of the movies we saw together... I placed my hand on Sean's muscular thigh and continued watching the movie.

In one of the less interesting parts, I saw from the corner of my eye Sean's eyes directed at my cleavage. I felt warmth and wetness in my pussy, and my nipples swelled. I had no idea if it was the wine or a sudden urge to feel sexy, but I crossed my arms and leaned forward somewhat. My action separated the upper part of my dress from my breasts. Sean's head bent over me, clearly to get a glimpse of my exposed tits. My pulse shot up.

My hand began trailing up and down on his thigh. I heard his breathing becoming labored. I murmured, "Honey, let me make it easier for you." Then I turned my body away from him, leaned with my back on his chest, and pulled his arm from my shoulder onto my covered breast. He gasped and left it there.

I waited for a couple of minutes, and when I realized he was too scared to move, I covered his large hand with my palm and massaged my tit.

Sean almost choked, "Mom, what are you doing?!"

"You seemed interested, so I made it easier for you, but if I am wrong, you can remove your hand."

"Mom, I love you and want to touch you. Are you OK with it?"

"Yes, honey. For quite a while now, I have known you had the hots for me, so this is your chance."

Next, I moved my hand slowly toward his groin. He squirmed in his chair. The reason became obvious once I reached my target. The front of his pants was pushed forward by a huge, hard organ. I caressed it tenderly.

He groaned, "Mom..."

I glanced at his face, "Yes, honey. Tell me."

"If we continue, I'll cum in my pants..."

I grinned, horny like never in many years, "There are 3 options: Would you rather we stop, or I'll help you with my hand, or we leave the theater?"

"It's better if we leave now."

Sean drove above the speed limit. I commented, "Sean darling, both of us are excited, but if you continue driving like that, we'll end up in the hospital or jail rather than in bed..."

When he parked the car, I rushed home into the bathroom. I stared at the mirror, thinking, 'Mia, what do you think you are doing? Seducing your own son, for god sake! You'll be condemned to hell...' I began having second thoughts and then I heard Sean calling me through the door, "Mom, please, come out. I love you."

My resistance faded. I came out blushing. Sean stood by the door with his erection still visible. He looked so handsome, manly, and Ron-like that I melted into his arms. He lifted my chin gently and kissed my lips lightly. I felt his stiff penis pushing against my tummy. I hugged his warm body, and my boobs crushed his large chest.

He whispered, "Mom, I want you."

"I want you so much, too, but can we live with the idea that we slept together?"

"I can. I dreamt and fantasized about being with you multiple times."

"I knew about your crush on me, and you're using my underwear to jack off. I missed your father for so many years. You are so much like him in appearance, talk, and mannerisms that I fell in love again. With his son..."

Sean kissed me again. His lips were warm and firm. I parted my lips and let him in. His tongue found mine, and together they danced lovingly. I was dizzy and quivering in my son's arms. I whispered, "Honey, I am afraid I'll fall..."

He lifted me with his powerful hands and carried me to my bedroom. He stood me up carefully and said, "Will you undress for me, please?"

I mumbled, "Honey, I am almost 40 years old. If you expect to see a Playboy body, you'll be disappointed."

He hugged me, "Mom, I want YOU, and ONLY YOU!"

I removed my shoes and used my shaky hands to open the back zipper. I watched his face as I gradually lowered the upper part of the dress, revealing my D-cup breasts. Sean's respiration turned shallow, and he mumbled, "Mom, they are beautiful! They are large and have hard nipples. May I touch?"

"Yes, you may, but I better take off the rest of my clothes and get into bed."

He ogled my trimmed bush, and I saw him licking his upper lip. I lay on my back, and my lightheadedness improved.

I watched Sean undress. His hairy chest and flat abdomen were very sexy. His briefs barely contained his extended pecker. He removed the underwear, and I could at last see his cock. The spongy head looked like a helmet covering the beautiful shaft that was at full mast. I felt my cunt becoming too wet.

Sean joined me in bed. He wrapped his hands around me. We stayed like that for a couple of seconds, feeling each other's heart. Then he French kissed me, and his hand cupped my tit gently and tweaked it. I was too aroused to need foreplay. I placed my hand around his massive girth and squeezed it lightly. He moaned.

I whispered, "Sean, I think we both are too excited to play around. Please put it inside me."

He spread my legs, and his cock began invading my soaked vagina. He was big. Bigger than his father. I guessed my pussy also shrank over time due to not being used, and his member stretched me to the limit. Sean penetrated gradually, taking his time to let my narrow tunnel adjust to his thick rod. It didn't hurt, but the dilating applied pressure on the pussy walls. Eventually, he was in all the way. My abundant lubrication helped.

Then he started pounding me. It was unbelievable from the beginning. The friction was tremendous, and I came within seconds. I trembled like crazy and heard myself crying, unable to stop myself. During much of the action I was out. The little I could recall was feeling his lips sucking on my nipples and talking dirty to me. I was in no condition to object or even answer. I screamed and shouted and wished it would never end. But after what felt like a year, Sean ejaculated, shaking me further, and then he slowed down.

Getting down from such a high took time. I was sweaty, exhausted, and happy like never before. I hugged him, "Son, your Dad would be proud of you. At your tender age, your sexual prowess is already fantastic."

He smiled and caressed my blonde hair, "Mom, it was easy. Your body is so sexy that my only worry was to ejaculate prematurely..."

I laughed, "I wouldn't worry about it. At your age, your stamina and recovery time are amazing, and I knew that the first time would be more for exploration than pleasure. What can I say? After such fun the first time, I think the next time we'll do even better. I'll go to shower and then rest for an hour or two. If at any time you get the urge to join me for another indecent activity, let me know."

"How about before the shower?..."​