Incest/Taboo Suzy’s Son-Swapping Sex Club

INCEST: Mom gives son first time.

BRAD SMITH'S STORY

I guess it all started with my eighteenth birthday. I woke up that morning to find that mom had bought me a set of weights. A bench, barbell set, and a pair of adjustable dumbbells. I was so delighted I impulsively gave her a kiss and a big hug. Then she treated me to my favorite breakfast: Scrambled eggs with chopped up pieces of bacon topped with salsa, and homemade bran muffins with butter and honey on the side. Waiting for me at the table was also a couple of CDs of my favorite group. And that deserved another hug and a kiss, I thought.

"Oh, mom," I said as I hugged her. "You're the most wonderful mom in the world."

And she was in more ways than one. Divorced, she was thirty-eight, looked twenty eight, and had a body that had given me many an adolescent wet dream (but we won't talk about such things). During the week she worked in the office of a large insurance firm, worked out three times a week at a local gym and played tennis on the weekends.

During breakfast we had small talk, mostly about my schooling. After breakfast I sat and listed to the new CDs mom had given me while she got herself ready to go play tennis, this being a Saturday.

After my breakfast had digested a bit I decided to try out the set of weights mom had given me. I placed the bar on the bench's rack and knocked out a few quick sets, increasing the weight as I went. Then I decided to go heavy.

I went looking for mom first. I found her just about ready to step out the door. She was dressed in a short red tennis skirt with a tight-fitting blue T-shirt on top--and looked just drop dead sexy gorgeous, even if she was my own mom. And I could tell she wasn't wearing any bra underneath that T-shirt--the way her ample tits bounced with each step.

"Mom?"

"Yes Brad, what is it," she said turning around to smile at me.

"Before you leave could you give me a spot? I want to rep out with something heavy on the bench you just gave me and I don't want to take any chances."

"Okay, just one set. And then I've got to go. My friend Marge will be waiting for me."

I led mom into the den where I had set up the weights and then I laid down on the bench.

"What do I do?" she said. "I've never done this before, I always use machines at the gym."

"Just stand at the head of the bench as close to the bar as you can. I should be okay for the first nine or ten reps, but when I start to struggle then you put your hands under the bar and help me through the sticking point. But don't worry I'll be lifting most of the weight. But just be sure to stand as close to the bar as you can get, otherwise even a little bit of weight might hurt your back."

So mom scooted up closer to the bar and now was almost directly over my face. Looking up her tiny tennis skirt I could see her sexy white panties framed by that bright red skirt. Her panties were tight enough, and silky enough, that I could clearly make out the shape of her mound--and just a hint of a camel toe crease right in the middle.

And I started getting a hard on. I felt my cock grow trying to bulge out both my underwear and my gym shorts so hard it was starting to hurt. Better get busy, I thought, before mom sees my growing erection and realizes it's from looking up her skirt. So I took a deep breath, hefted the bar off the rack and started pumping out the reps. As I lowered the weight I inhaled, and then as I pushed the weight up I exhaled as strongly as I could making mom's skimpy skirt flutter and lift--which I thought was cool because I got to see more of her panties that way.

That was so much fun I thought. So with each rep, with each exhalation, I tried to direct my breath in a stream right up between her legs, trying to see how high I could billow her skirt. By the time I reached the tenth rep I could see a trace of dampness in mom's panties--from her looking at the growing bulge in my shorts, or from my blowing forceful, hot streams of air against her panty-encased cunt, or a from both?

By the time I had finished the set, knocking out 17 reps with mom helping me the last three, mom's panties were quite wet, and my poor cock ached in its struggle against my underwear and gym shorts. As mom helped me guide the bar back onto the rack I breathed in deeply, hoping to inhale some of her female sex. And, yes, there was a nice whiff of tanginess in the air I breathed. All of which made my cock poke up all the stronger against my shorts.

As I sat back up after the set, I saw that mom's face had gotren red as a beet as she stared at the growing bulge in my gym shorts.

Mom backed away from the bench. "I-I-I-I've got to go now, son. Don't hurt yourself with those weights." And then she dashed out the door all a fluster.

But as she moved away I got to watch her tits jiggle under her T-shirt and the way her erect nipples poked through it.

As for me? As soon as mom had slammed the front door, I made a beeline for the bathroom, my cock straining against my shorts so bad I couldn't walk and had to sort of limp and hop to get to the bathroom. I ripped off my clothes letting my cock spring to full erection. Oh God, that felt good! It can breathe at last. Then I stepped into the shower.

I got myself all soaped up--and no, cold water didn't help a bit. It only made my balls that much tighter, my sexual tension that much higher. My cock throbbed and bounced with each movement I made as I soaped myself up, and seemed to grow larger with each second. I couldn't get the sight of looking up mom's skirt like that out of my mind. Her white panties. The sexy little crease down the middle of her mound. The tell tale wetness from my hot breath upon her--and that tangy womanly arousal emanating from that very wet spot on mom's panties filling my entire being.

My cock had never been so huge and engorged in all my life. It was like a club, and it ached and throbbed so. And so I just had to play with myself. I soaped up my thighs making them as slippery as possible. Then I soaped up my cock (oh, did that ever feel good--I couldn't help but play with it a bit). Then, bending my knees in a semi squat position while leaning forward, I forced my cock down, down, down, forcing it down between my slippery thighs until I had it imprisoned behind my legs, straining against the backs of my thighs as it tried to right itself.

Once I had it back there I squeezed my thighs shut, but then I straightened my body back up just a bit and my enraged cock, so hard and strong, would force its way back up between my slippery thighs--and oh God did that feel good! Then I would do it all over again, forcing my joystick down, trapping it, then letting it spring free. By doing these partial squats and moving my body just so, I developed a steady motion where I could perform this move quite rapidly. In and out, in and out. In essence I was fucking my own thighs while fantasizing that I was fucking mom's thighs.

Then, when I couldn't stand it any longer and just had to come, I freed my cock, letting it "sprong" back to it's full height. And as it quivered and vibrated there in front of my stomach, I soaped it up some more and stroked it up and down using both of my soap-slippery hands. By then I was so tormented that I quickly shot my load and washed it down the drain.

ONE WEEK LATER

I just had to look up mom's tennis skirt again. All week I could not think of anything else. Yes, I must do some bench presses again, but this time with a different twist. By using dumbbells instead of the barbell I could position my head at the other end of the bench. And with no rack in the way, I could (I hope) get mom to stand even more directly over my face.

I caught her again just as she was getting ready to go play tennis.

"Mom, can you give me a spot again?"

She paused, her hand clenched onto the doorknob, her knuckles turning white. A touch of red briefly flushed her face. She licked her lips then turned to smile weakly at me. "Sure."

I led mom back into the den where my weight set was.

"What now?" She said as she saw me lie on the bench opposite of the way I was last week.

"I want to use the dumbbells this time, to get a little more stretch in my pecs.

"So, what do I do?"

"Just stand up real close like you did last time so you can help me finish the last couple of reps."

"Like this?" She stood directly behind the bench giving me the same angle as before.

"Yeah, but if you could move in a little closer, it'd be better." I reached back, placing my hands behind her ankles, then ran my hands up her legs until I reached the backs of her thighs. "Go ahead and straddle yourself over me, I won't bite." I said with a giggle as I urged her forward a bit.

"You're sure about that now?" Mom giggled weakly with obviously drying throat.

"There, that's perfect, mom." And perfect it was as she was now directly over my face and I could see her firm round panty-covered ass, and her crotch, everything. White panties again, I might add. All framed by that short, skimpy red tennis skirt.

As my cock kept getting harder, and the bulge in my grey gym shorts more obvious (I wasn't wearing any constraining underwear this time), and painful, I ran my hands up and down the backs of her legs a few times as if to make sure she was in the right position to spot me. Then I grabbed the two dumbbells up off the floor and began pumping out my reps.

Again, as I did last week, I inhaled and exhaled strongly. As I exhaled I pursed my lips so as to shoot a powerful stream of hot, wet air up between her legs--directing it like a laser beam right at her pussy.

I think I really had her going now. She started getting wet right away, her panties quickly getting soaked and practically dripping her motherly love directly down onto my face. I inhaled as deeply as I could, relishing the now very strong tangy sexual arousal of my mom. Such a sexy woman my mom was.

I had mom help me with the last couple of reps. This forced her to squat down, moving her panty-covered nether regions backward, away from my probing eyes, to practically bury my face with her boobs as she placed her hands under my elbows to help me get the last reps up.

I set the dumbbells back down on the floor, and mom stood back up her panties again directly over my face. Initially, she made no attempt to move away.

I continued to breathe deeply, inhaling mom's wetness and forcing my exhalations back up against her pussy and fluttering her skimpy tennis skirt. And I hoped she would just stay there forever.

She did linger a bit longer than necessary. But then finally backed away. "I-I-I've got to com..., uh, go, now," she stammered and began to back away from the bench. And I could now see how red her face was--and how erect and prominent her nipples were as they poked through her shirt just like my cock was poking through my gym shorts. Then she made a dash for the front door and I got to watch her bra-less titties bounce and jiggle under her shirt.

As soon as she had slammed the front door, I dashed into the bathroom, ripped my shorts off, stepped into the shower, got myself all lathered up--and quickly began playing with my aching, throbbing cock and fucking my own soap-slippery legs just like last week. And all the time I mumbled "mommy's titties, mommy's erect nipples, mommy's thighs, mommy's ass, mommy's mound, mommy's white panties, mommy's very wet white panties, mommy's slit, mommy's cunt, mommy, mommy, mommy!" And then I shot my load so strong it splattered against the shower wall.

After cleaning it up I stepped out of the shower and dried. And then, thinking I was home alone, I started to walk down the hall to my bedroom--completely naked.

But there were strange sounds coming out of mom's bedroom. Her door was slightly ajar so I silently crept up as close as I could and peeked in.

Mom had never made it to her tennis match. Instead she was playing with herself--and it wasn't tennis. She was laying on her back on her bed with her feet planted on the edge of the bed with her knees sticking up in the air, but spread out wide splitting her thighs apart. She had her sopping wet panties pulled down to her ankles, her skimpy skirt hiked up over her hips, and had one hand buried in her crotch furiously fingering her most secret place and making "squish," "squish" "squish" sounds coming from her wet pussy. Her other hand had lifted up her T-shirt exposing her gorgeous tits where her fingers tugged on her very erect nipples.

Never before in my life had I ever seen a real live naked woman. Oh, I had sneaked a quick peek at some of the sexy pictures on the internet, but those were just pictures. But mom was real flesh and blood, and she was right there not five feet away from me!

Seeing my mom's hot cunt and erect tits exposed and her sopping wet panties pulled down like that while she masturbated and played with herself gave me another instant hard-on, even though I had just cum in the shower. My cock got so hard so fast I thought it was going to rip right out away from my body.

I trembled all over. Never before in my life had I seen anything so sexy. Never before in my life had I felt so turned on. My cock throbbed and bobbed up and down, so horny it was for mommy's hot pussy.

I wanted to rush right in there and help mom get off. I knew that she had to be thinking about me and the way I had been teasing her and trying to turn her on. But how, exactly does one go about fucking their own mother? How could I break the ice? It's one thing to fantasize about it, and quite another to actually go through with it. Crossing that line, that barrier, was just a bit too much for me. And so, I just stood there and trembled.

Besides, I was so fucking turned on and mesmerized and afraid of getting caught that I couldn't move. I just stood there and trembled while my cock throbbed and jerked in its horny anger.

I just had to play with it. I had no mind of my own, my hands just flew to my cock, and I jerked off while watching mom jerk off and moan.

It didn't take long before I shot my load again. But this time it dribbled all over the rug. Embarrassed now, I ran and got a paper towel and a couple of Kleenexes and wiped up the mess I'd made as best as I could. Then I tossed the evidence away and returned to my bedroom to get dressed before mom caught me looking at her.

The next day after breakfast and reading the Sunday paper I started getting horny again, thinking of what I'd seen mommy do in her bedroom. I knew I had to try to take this to the next level, and I wanted to get another look up her skirt to start things off, so I thought of a new exercise that would do both, or so I hoped.

I went into my bedroom to take off all my clothes and came back out wearing nothing but a tight-fitting pair of grey cotton gym shorts. No underwear this time either because I wanted my cock to be free to bulge out my shorts as much as it wanted to--and I wanted mom to see it.

Getting more and more horny just thinking about it, I went looking for mom. I found her near the doorway of her bedroom. She had said she was going shopping today and was wearing heels and a tight-fitting T-shirt mini that was short enough to show off pert near all of her nice legs even when she was standing--but also had a plunging neckline so she could show off a lot of cleavage when she walked the mall.

But mommy wasn't standing. She was bent over inspecting the rug where I'd spilled my cum (gosh, I thought I'd cleaned it all up). She didn't see me approaching, since her ass was facing my direction. Bent over like she was, her tight-fitting mini was hiked up around her hips exposing most of her panty-covered ass. And, oh, those white panties again. My cock now got instantly hard bulging out the crotch of my shorts as if it was ready to rip right through them.

I crept up a bit closer to get a better view. The way she was bent over I could also see the bulge of her mound. And, oh, how I wanted to stick my face in there--or my cock.

Mom rubbed her fingers on the white spot I'd left on the rug then brought her fingers up to her face and sniffed them. And I saw her panties start to get wet. She had to know now that I'd spied on her and jerked myself off while watching her masturbate. And the idea was making her hot and wet!

I began to tremble again, my cock aching and straining against my shorts.

Mom sensed me gawking at her, and still bent over and with her fingers still under her nose, she turned to look at me.

I'd never seen a look like that on mom's face before. Her bright blue eyes were all glassy and almost glowing as if she'd taken some kind of a drug. Her mouth twisted into a weird grin as her eyes zeroed in on the huge bulge in my gym shorts. And her panties seemed to get noticeably wetter.

Then she seemed to recover as she stood back up and straightened her skirt back down to cover her now very wet panties. "Okay, son, what are you staring at now?" She tried to sound firm, but her eyes were still locked onto my tented shorts.

"Oh, uh, mom. Nothing, I mean I wasn't... I mean I didn't mean to stare. But I just wanted to ask you little favor."

"So, what is it this time, more bench presses?" Her lips curled into a weird smile again.

"No, mom. There's a couple of new exercises I want to try, but I need your help."

"Okay." She seemed to sigh in relief as she smiled a normal smile at me. "I can do that. But first you have to promise me something."

"Yes, mom, anything."

She came up beside me then as I turned to lead her into the living room. "Son, I know you're a healthy young boy, and mommy doesn't mind if you masturbate, but for God's sake don't you dare ever make a mess on my rug again, you understand?"

With that she gave my ass a few sharp blows. "Whack! Whack! Whack!" Making my ass cheeks jiggle under my shorts--and making her tits jiggle from the effort of giving me those blows. And I couldn't take my eyes off of her tits now that I was walking beside her so I could look down her open front and see all that sexy cleavage that I'd just love to bury my face into and the way it jiggled like a bowl of Jello.

"I-I-I-I promise mommy." While embarrassed about the mess I'd made, and even more embarrassed that mom found it in spite of my efforts to clean it up, and most embarrassed of all that she actually mentioned it and brought it out into the open, I kind of liked the way she slapped my ass and wished she'd do it again.

"That's better. Now what were those exercises you had in mind?"

"Some ab work. First I'd like to do some leg raises, but I need something to hold on to for support."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"I'd like to hang on to your ankles for support."

By then we were in the center of the living room floor so I laid down on my back. "Now if you could stand with your feet on either side of my head so I can grab your ankles for support."

"Like this?" Mom stood directly over my face! The tips of her sexy high heels just barely touched my shoulders, and her legs were split just wide enough that I could see all the way up between and up under her skirt to her panties--her beautiful white panties that were already getting nice and wet.

"That's beautif..., I mean, just perfect mom. Now when I lift my legs up I'd like you to push real hard against my ankles when I'm near the top, 'cause that'll make my abs work harder."

And what I beautiful sight that was, because each time she reached forward to push against my ankles it caused her thighs to ripple and flex a little. It all looked so incredibly sexy looking up her skirt like that, watching her legs ripple and move. And those beautiful white panties getting wetter and wetter. I thought I'd add to mom's consternation (in hopes of a serious spanking?) by exhaling strongly at the top of each rep. I directed a powerful stream of air as hard as I could right up between her thighs aiming for her pussy just as I had done yesterday. And my efforts were amply rewarded as her panties soon were so soggy that they had become almost transparent and I could see her puffy pussy lips start to show through.

And at the same time I knew that my own arousal was most obvious, since looking up between mom's legs like this had given me a nice hard-on that was seriously tenting my gym shorts much more than before. And I knew that mom couldn't help but see it. In fact I hoped that she was staring at it.

But as my abs started getting tired, I felt my erection start to go down so I stopped and lowered my legs to the floor for the last time. But I didn't want to stop looking up mom's skirt so I just lay there staring and still holding on to her ankles. And, as I breathed deeply to get my breath back I felt my erection harden again. Mom made no attempt to move so I began to rub my hands up and down her calve muscles and the backs of her knees while staring up at her panties.

After awhile mom sighed, then said, "w-w-w-wasn't there another exercise you wanted to do, son?"

"Uh? Oh yeah," I said letting go of her ankles and calves. "Sit ups, except that my body weight isn't enough so I need a little extra resistance at the top of the move--just like in the leglifts that we just did."

"Okay, you just tell me what to do."

I scooted towards the couch, laid down on the rug and hooked my feet under the couch bending my knees slightly so it wouldn't hurt my back. "Okay, mom, if you'll stand over me now. Straddle my chest with your feet and stand so you are facing my head."

She stepped over my body, her legs spread just wide enough to hike her already short skirt up even a bit higher. I ran my hands up and down her legs and then firmly urged her to shift her position until it was just right. At this angle I could not see directly up between her legs, but it was close enough for my purposes for what I had in mind today.

"That's just perfect, now mom. Just stay right there." I ran my hands up and down her legs a few more times while looking up the length of her body. And, or my, what an impressive sight. He skirt was short enough, and the angle good enough that even though she was not directly over my face, I could still see her panty-covered mound--an increasingly wet panty-covered mound I must say as now the entire crotch of her panties was soaked and I could clearly see her pussy lips.

Up above that there was that tight-fighting, form-fitting cotton T-shirt mini that clung to every curve and seemed to mould to her giant tits as if it was painted on, I could see her nipples tenting the material. From that angle, looking up her body from below like I was, it made her tits seem like a couple of mountains. She was breathing deeply, her chest rising and falling, and her nipples were erect and pointing out through the thin material like a couple of tiny cocks.

And, ummmm, what a lovely sight. I could have stayed there all day. I would have given anything to be able masturbate right then and there while looking up my mom's skirt and looking up her body at her heaving tits and erect nipples. But I had to make it look good. I had to pretend that I really wanted to do this exercise. "Okay, mom, I'm going to do some sit ups and what I need you to do is to use your hands to press and push hard against my shoulders when I am at the top portion of the movement. That'll make me work my abs harder."

"So you wanna work your abs harder, eh?" she said with a funny grin as she licked her obviously drying lips. "Well, then go for it."

So, with my hands behind my head I began to do my sit ups. And at the top of the movement mom pushed back against my shoulders as instructed to provide a little more resistance. And, each time at the top of the movement I started right into her crotch and exhaled strongly just as I'd done with the bench presses yesterday--except that this time my face was only inches away from her panty-coated cunt.

And with each rep, and each exhalation I saw mom's panties get wetter and wetter.

And with each rep she let me get up a little higher, and little closer to her crotch before she pushed me back down.

By the tenth rep my nose was almost in her skirt, and I blew out strongly blowing her skirt away exposing her now totally soaked panties. Inhaling, I smelled the strong tangy sex of her, more powerful than ever before. Mommy is horny, I thought as my cock was ready to explode.

Then, on the 15th rep, I neared the top again, wondering how close she'd let me go. I tightened my ab muscles ready to plunge my face into her cunt even if she resisted me.

Then, all of a sudden she said. "Oh, fuck!" And she grabbed my head and crammed it up under her skirt and hard against her panty covered pussy.

My hands instantly crawled up the back of her skirt to fondle her ass while I nuzzled my face into her panty-coated cunt, inhaling, kissing, tasting, munching on her panties, squeezing her ass tightly. "Oh, mommy, mommy, mommy," I moaned into her crotch. I trembled all over and my hands were almost spastic in their frantic, almost clumsy efforts to fondle her ass and hips all at the same time while I munched on her panties.

"Ngggggggg, fuck!" She moaned again as her hips began to grind as she tried to fuck my face.

Her knees gave out and the weight of her forced me back down on my back. And what a wonderful way to be forced to fall back down. As her knees gave out, my faze nuzzled up against her panty-covered crotch and supported the full weight of her body--meaning her pussy was smashed all the harder into my face. And then I was flat on my back on the floor with mom sitting on my face, her gorgeous, smooth warm thighs squeezed tightly against my cheeks and the sides of my face, and her wet panties forced heavily against my loving mouth. With my head now up mom's skirt I was in heaven as I continued to mouth her mound, inhale her arousal while caressing her ass, hips and the outsides of her thighs.

And all the while mom's body writhed and moved as if in some sort of dance as she fucked my face ever harder.

But this form of heaven lasted only for a moment, cause she quickly pivoted around so she could plant her mouth on the bulge of my shorts while grinding her panty-covered cunt into my face.

And, oh God, was I ever in seventh heaven now!

She played with my balls while trying to suck the entire bulge of my shorts into her mouth. And I played with her ass while munching her gushing hot cunt through her panties. And all the while I moaned "mommy, mommy, mommy" from between her thighs clamped firmly on either side of my cheeks.

And there we were, as incredible as it seemed. Mom and son sixty-nining each other on the living room floor--while still fully clothed!

I felt her quiver all over as she went into orgasm. And I shot my wad into my shorts at the same time. She sucked at the wet goo in my shorts as if to take it all in, while I did the same with her gushing wet panties.

Then we both stopped. For awhile neither of us moved. Neither of us said a thing, as if neither of us could believe what we had just done. A line had been crossed. And now, nothing would ever be the same again.

After awhile, she straightened herself up, sitting on my stomach but still facing away from me. She began to gently stroke my now softening cock with one hand and while her other hand gently fondled the bulge in my shorts where my balls were. "You know, Brad, you've been a very naughty boy, getting your mother all hot and bothered like you've been doing."

"Yes, mommy," I said my hands on her hips, fondling. "I just couldn't help it."

"And then there's the matter of the mess you made on mommy's rug. So, I guess mommy's just going to have to punish you for that, now isn't she? Perhaps I should give your bottom a REAL spanking?"

"Yes, mommy. What ever you say mommy."

"Then let's go into mommy's bedroom so mommy can giver her naughty little boy what he deserves."

She stood up then, and helped me to my feet. As soon as I was upright mom grabbed my face with both her hands and mashed her mouth to mine. And this was no motherly kiss. Her lips pressed hard to my mouth, her tongue slithered in between my lips and then she licked all over the inside of my mouth as if she were trying to taste, and lick up all the tell-tale tastes of her own sex that I'd sucked through her panties.

I responded in kind, our tongues fighting each other for space in the others' mouth, and could taste the faint taste of roasted almonds in her mouth that her sucking my cum through my shorts had left.

And then with our arms around each others' waists she led me towards her bedroom. I could hardly believe it. She was taking me into her inner sanctum where she had masturbated yesterday. And that thought made my cock start to grow hard again.

She slipped her hand down onto my ass and I did the same for her.

She paused near the side of her bed and turned to kiss me once again. This time her kisses were more feverish as she fucked her tongue in and out of my lips. Her hands ran up and down my body fondling my ass and the throbbing bulge in the front of my shorts. And my own hands, having a mind of their own reached up under the back of her skirt to fondle her butt as she rubbed her erect nipples back and forth across my chest.

Breaking the kiss off she sat on the edge of the bed hiking her dress all the way up over hips and ass so her panties were completely exposed. Seeing her dress hiked up like that, her legs spread apart a bit, and her panties totally exposed and so sopping drenched from my previous munching on her, and her own sex juices, that they were now virtually transparent allowing me to clearly see her cunt, the fat pussy lips, pulsing and pursing as if saying "kiss me, kiss me, kiss me" that the whole scene made my already throbbing hard cock quiver and jump so, as if I needed to cum into my shorts all over again.

I glanced down at the growing again bulge in my shorts to see the gooey mess I'd made when I came--and mom's lipstick marks all over the bulge, standing out bright red upon my grey shorts. What a slutty little boy I am. And that thought just added to the turn on. Yes, I liked the idea of being a slutty little boy for my sexy mommy. Mommy's little slut boy.

Mom then made me stand before her, between her legs. Squeezing her smooth thighs in hard against my legs she fondled my cock, balls, and ass, driving me out of my mind. Then she sucked on the bulge in my gym shorts again until my cock was just raging and I thought I couldn't stand it any more. The wetness and heat of her mouth, even through my soggy shorts, was almost more pleasure than I could stand. All I could do was just whimper "mommy, mommy, mommy," while caressing her hair.

But all too soon the pleasure stopped as she pushed away from me and with a stern look upon her face she commanded, "Now lay down across my lap, son."

I did as she ordered and it made me even hornier, the feel of my bare tummy and chest against mom's bare legs, with the steamy heat from her crotch wafting up to caress the naked skin of my stomach.

She yanked my shorts down below my knees, and as she did so my cock sprung free with a sharp "boing" slapping against the underside of her thigh. And as she pulled my shorts down I could feel those wonderful tits of hers jiggling on my back.

"Smack!" She slapped my bare butt. It didn't hurt but just made a loud sexy sound that reverberated through the room. "Smack!" She did it again. It sure made my ass jiggle.

"Smack!" She slapped me a little harder and it caused my cock to fuck up against her inner thigh.

She continued spanking my ass until it was nice and red, and while there was no pain, it just smarted a little--making it nice and hot.

Also hot was the musky odor coming up out of her mini-skirt. The steaminess of it stimulated my tummy and went right to my cock, making it throb all the more.

She fondled my butt, playing with the jiggling cheeks, then slapped me again a little harder forcing my cock to fuck up harder against her thigh. Then, when my ass was so hot it was almost burning, she began planting cool kisses all over it, leaving her lipstick marks on my cheeks that I could see in the mirror.

"Roll over onto your back," she commanded me. She guided me so that my feet and legs rested on her bed and my head was cradled in her lap. And my cock, all naked and exposed, stuck up like a pillar and waved and pointed at her.

"Such a naughty little boy, my sonny is." She toyed with my erection. "Would you like to play with mommy's tits like I'm playing with your cock?"

By the time I could stammer "s-s-s-sure," she had pulled her tits out from her V-necked dress.

My hands flew to the gorgeous globes dangling so close above my face. As I played with her knockers she said, "suck me! Suck me just like you did when you were a baby." And before I could react she had fed a nipple to my horny lips. I sucked and fondled to my hearts delight first one tit, then the other, while she continued to play with my cock and balls.

Just when I thought I was about ready to cum, she stopped playing with my cock and made me sit up. She then stood up in front of me while smoothing her dress down and said, "Stick your hands up my dress and fondle my ass." She stood right between my thighs so close the strong musky smell wafting out from under her skirt made me high.

I gladly did as she said, fondling her panty-covered ass while she played with her own tits.

"Now rub my cunt and feel how wet you've made your mommy's panties."

As I obeyed this last command she made soft whimpering sounds and tugged on her erect nipples.

"Now, pull my panties down--and be slow about it."

With trembling fingers--and my cock throbbing so bad it hurt--I slowly rolled her soaked panties down over her hips and butt. As soon as her panties cleared her hemline, she moved in closer to me and grabbed the back of my head shoved it into her crotch. Instinctively I began munching on her mound right through her dress and rubbing my nose against her cunt. She began to moan a little louder.

"Time to teach you how to eat real pussy, son. Take my dress off." She turned around shaking her butt in my face.

I stood up to take her T-shirt mini off, then she laid back down on the bed and raised her legs into the air. Instinctively I knelt before her and began kissing and licking the backs of her legs, behind her knees and the backs of her thighs.

She parted her thighs and I kissed and licked the tender, white insides working my way down to her boiling swamp. I slipped my hands up under her ass and dived right in.

As I knelt before her, kissing her swollen lips, nuzzling my nose against her angry erect clit, and licking her slit, my throbbing cock ached to be where my face was. It twitched and bobbed while I serviced her with my mouth. It was such a kinky, erotic, thing, to be eating out my own mom that I was just too enthralled to move, and change my position--as much as my cock wanted to get in on the action. So I just pressed my face all the harder into her snatch and licked and sucked away and enjoyed the kinky eroticness of it.

Mom moaned and played with her tits as I licked and sucked her which turned me on all the more. She clamped her creamy, white thighs against the sides of my face so hard I couldn't have moved even had I wanted to. She began to thrash and fuck her cunt up into my loving face in her urgency, which only heightened my own lusts and pleasures.

She slapped her feet against my ass as she began to thrash uncontrollably.

"Ummm, fuck, yessssss! Eat me! God, my own son, eating me. Fuck! So fucking hot!"

And then she came as she gushed a stream of hot fluid into my mouth. She squeezed her thighs so hard against the sides of my head I thought my brains would explode--but I loved the feeling and so did my cock as it seemed to grow another inch in its eagerness for pussy. It throbbed and ached so.

After lying still for a moment mom made me stand up and face her. She scooted to the edge of the bed and began playing with my raging hard-on, tugging it side to side. A glassy-eyed look covered her face. She licked my cock and teased it with a little suck driving me out of my mind. Then she stood up, turned around and bent over placing her hands on the bed to help support her weight. Her fleshy ass stuck up in the air and jiggled provocatively at me.

Unable to restrain myself I immediately began to fondle her ass.

"Fuck me, son!" She almost moaned. "Come on, fuck your mommy doggie style. I wanna feel your hot cock in my cunt. I wanna feel your tight, young stomach slapping against my ass as you fuck me from behind."

Needing no further encouragement, I moved in, my twitching cock slapping up against her ass cheeks. Then I crammed it up under her butt and between her thighs. She reached back, grabbed it, and guided it into her pussy. And then, my God, I was fucking mommy! Fucking my own mom!

"Oh, God, yes!" She moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Pumping away as fast and furious as I could, my hard abs making slapping sounds against her ass, I bent over her back so I could reach around and play with her tits as I fucked her.

Added to her moans, and the slapping sounds of my stomaching pounding her ass, was the "squish, squish, squish" sounds of her sloppy wet pussy as I pumped my cock in and out.

And then I couldn't take anymore. My balls tightened. I shot my load into her hot volcano.

We both collapsed onto her bed.

After resting a couple of minutes she had me stand up before her again. She sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed my ass and pulled me in between her thighs. She began lightly kissing my limp cock as she fondled my ass. It didn't take long for the erotic wetness of her lips and tongue and the way she worked them on my dick for it to stir back to life and begin to rise again.

As soon as it became fully hard again, quivering in front of her face, she said, "mommy really loves her little boy's nice big toy." Then she began licking her own cunt juices and my left over cum off of the head of my cock. With one hand on my balls and one hand on my butt, she took me fully into her mouth.

"Oh, mommy, mommy, mommy!" I Moaned as she sucked on me. She rubbed her hard-on nipples against my trembling thighs. I ran my fingers through her hair, and caressed her head--her bobbing up and down head as she sucked me.

Then, when I was trembling so bad I could hardly stand anymore, she lay back down on her bed, lifted her legs high in the hair and split them apart exposing her bubbling hot cunt once again.

"Fuck me again, honey. Fuck your horny mommy. I want to watch your face this time as you fuck me."

I moved up, and leaning forward pressed my anxious cock against her swollen lips. She guided me in again as I leaned against the backs of her thighs and she wrapped her feet around my back.

And I fucked away like a rabbit while she played with her own tits right in front of my eyes. She moaned and licked her lips. Soon she was thrashing and bucking on the bed and slapping her feet against my ass. And then we both exploded.

Before the day was through, ((and we had to break for dinner)) she taught me several different positions--and made me promise to keep our mother-son sex sessions a secret.

A secret I was eventually not able to keep, but that is a story for another day.​