A Family Situation

I turned my head watching my son. He took a step back from the bed. He towered over me. He eyed me lying flat on my back on his bed. My robe covering half of my prostrate body. My arms stretched out still in the robe's sleeves. My right breast, which Johnny had been suckling so tenderly, lay exposed. The white cloth of the rope covering half my stomach and abdomen. My pussy was neatly concealed, but my right leg lay bare. The robe belt stretched across my mid-section.

I felt vulnerable, helpless, yet safe. My son's eyes taking in all of me. A hungry, wanton look on his face. His gaze settled on my exposed leg. He seemed to concentrate for a moment on my inner thigh. His focus turned upward to my chest and my breast sagging to my right side out of my robe.

Still looking down at me, he pulled his cum stained t-shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. The afternoon sunlight coming through the window showing every etched curve of his young, muscular, hairless chest and the creases of his abs. His torso looked rock hard. He gave a tug downward on the waistband of his sweatpants and they feel to the floor. He stepped out of them. He stood completely naked. His thick semi-hard cock hung between his thighs. His body clean shaven except for a sparse crop of pubic hair around his dick. His heavy balls hung tucked against his upper thighs. His legs were thin yet toned.

Our eyes met, a knowing look on our faces. Knowing we had been checking each other's bodies out.

Johnny moved to the bed, kneeling next to my waist. He reached down, put his left hand on my back, just below my neck and under my robe. He pulled me upward. With his other hand, he peeled the sleeves of the robe off first one arm and then the other. He slowly lowered me back down on the bed. He flipped the rope that was covering half of me off.

He stood again at the side of the bed, looking down at me now fully exposed. My arms bent upwards with my hands on either side of my head. I was aware my tits were sagging flat against my chest. My legs spread apart. My trimmed pussy, its slit, visible.

"God, mom, you're so beautiful." His soft, tender tone, causing goosebumps to cover me. I took a deep breath, soaking in my son's loving, yet leering stare.

He moved onto the bed, scooted on his left side to cuddle next to me. I could feel the warmth and smooth texture of his skin down the full length of my right side as he pressed against me.

I inhaled his fresh, clean, youthful scent. He moved his right thigh leg, crocked at the knee on to mine. The weight pinning my leg to his bed.

I sighed as the fingers of his left hand combed through my hair. Our eyes met as he lowered his head and softly kissed my lips. His warm breath tasted of mint and weed. His wet, smooth tongue passed my lips and our tongues slowly danced and played together.

My mouth opened and I gasped as his right hand gently lifted and squeezed my left tit with his fingers. Kneading it, fondling it, playing with it. I closed my mouth and sucked on his tongue. I moved my right hand up and placed it on the back of his head, pushing his face and lips into mine.

I could feel his young stallion like cock strengthen and stretch against my thigh. He moved his pelvis slowly, slightly against me. Pushing his growing shaft into my thigh.

He moved his right hand off my tit down past my chest, over my stomach, down to the top of my pubic hair. With one finger he traced the top of the V, then down the left side. When his finger reached near the point of the V, he skipped over to the other side and made his way to the top where he had begun.

I thought gleefully to myself, "God, my dear sweet God, my son is playing with me."

His finger lingered for a brief second in the middle of the top of my trimmed pussy, then he slowly moved it down past the barrier, through my pubic hair until he reached the tip of my slit. He slowly pressed on, dividing the top of my moist, pouting pussy lips, stopping at my erect clit, circling it, resting the tip of his finger on top for a few seconds and then sliding his digit further down my slit. My cunt lips molded around his finger as he continued to move downward carving my pussy open. He reach the drenched opening of my pussy canal. Its scent pervaded the room. I spread my slim thighs wider to give him easier access. He slipped his finger just barely inside me. Then another of his fingers joined the foray and he started a stirring motion at my pussy's opening just inside me.

We kissed again, our slippery lips and tongues caressing, slaking a lust that we had hidden from ourselves.

A squishy sound filled the room as he increased the movement of his fingers. He kept his fingers together in a circular motion for a few rotations, then separating them, letting the dance individually around and in the opening of my now gaping cunt.

Our lips parted as he raised his head up. I vainly tried to hold it down with my hand, but he just moved his face away from mine. With my right hand slipping from his hair. He moved his hand away from sloppy, juice filled pussy. I searched his eyes. Was he regretting what we were doing, what we had done, what I was allowing my son do to me? My questions, my fears was answered as soon as they formed. He lifted himself up, bracing his torso above my chest, he moved his legs between my open thighs.

He reached up and took hold of both my wrists above my head, pinning them there. He stared down at my face then looked down at my chest and stomach. He looked back into my eyes, lowered his head, kissed me lovingly on the lips. He moved his lips to my cheek, bent his head lower and started to suck and tongue my neck. He kept most of his weight off me. His abs resting softly between my stretched-out thighs.

He let go of my wrists. I kept my hands over my head. I felt sexy.

Johnny moved down my neck, kissing and licking my skin. He found the left nipple, sucking it up into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth over it. My son sucked harder taking almost half my breast into his mouth.

I became aware of the mixture of scents wafting in around us. I surprised myself that at that moment I remembered I forgot to put on deodorant. Beads of sweat escaped from the pours of my exposed armpits. My mildly pungent untreated pit odor, blended with my floral scented perfume, my son's fresh, clean sweet smell, his cologne and finally the aroma coming from my overflowing pussy. The completed combination of the scented textures led me to inhale deeply appreciating the aromatic moment of pleasure that filled the room.

Johnny's warm, wet mouth lingered, softly suckling on my tit. His mother's tit. He seemed reluctant to release it from his lips. But as he slowly let it go and my breast flattened again against my chest.

He then moved his head down between my legs. Johnny placed his hands on the back my knees, spreading my thighs farther apart and lifting my pussy up and releasing more of my sex scent directly into my son's face.

I raised my self-up on my elbows, my fingers grabbing hold of my robe that still lay beneath me. I was just in time to see his nostrils flare as he inhaled and captured fragrance escaping from my cunt.

His eyes focused on my, his mother's, wide open, freshly groomed, dewy vagina.

Johnny moved his face to my lower thigh right near my bent knee. He lowered his lips onto my skin and kissed, licked and sucked my thigh. He moved slowly up my inner thigh, moving down toward my dripping twat. Just an inch away from what I presumed was his desired target. He moved his head to my lower left thigh and started his kissing, licking, sucking journey up my inner thigh.

This time, when he was just an inch from his goal. He raised his head. Our eyes met. He moved his hands away from the back of my knees. Johnny laid his forearms over my inner thighs, keeping them and my cunt spread wide open. He put his fingertips on the outside of my pussy lips and peeled them back, exposing the juicy linings of my vagina. He lowered his head and clamped his mouth around the entrance to my pussy and sucked. I could feel the moisture being sucked out of me and pour into his mouth. He didn't use his tongue, he just kept vacuuming out my pussy, draining what cum was inside me, only to be replaced as my vagina secreted more nectar from its walls and depths.

My breathing became labored, as I watched my son eat me. His tongue then moved and started to lick the top of the walls of my pussy. Lashing them, lapping up the juice that flowed out of me. His mouth remained clamped over my pussy, sucking it voraciously. His eyes were closed. His nose tip resting on the bottom tip of my extended, swollen clit. I had never felt such pleasure in all my life. His forearms pushed down on my inner thighs. He had me pinned in place.

He then moved his fingers away from my pussy lips. His hands started to rove, massaging and kneading my inner thighs. His eyes opened as he looked straight up at me. He moved one hand down my right thigh, skimmed over to the top of my pussy and ever so gently pinched and then lightly squeezed my stiff, extended clit.

My whole body seemed to shiver all at once. My thighs quivering, my toes curled, my head and back arched. The orgasmic release that swept over me, was so violent, it was a luscious mixture of both pain and pleasure.

Johnny kept his mouth compressed on my cunt. Still draining, still feeding on it. My body kept shuddering in one long intense spasm. I couldn't breathe, I was so absorbed by the total surrender of my being to this new plane of ecstasy my son had sent me too.

He fingers let go of my clit, and released my cunt from his mouth, letting air filter into the vacuum he had placed on my vagina. I took a deep breath as my body collapsed onto the bed. My feet dangling in the air relaxed.

He raised his head. Our eyes met as we looked at each other. What had just happened? How did my son know how to please a woman like this? We just stared at each other for a few moments. Then he moved up kissing the top of my pubic hair. Pushing with his forearms extended, his hands pressing down into the bed, he crawled up on top of me, our bodies barely touching. When we were face to face, I reached up and pulled his head down to mine. He hesitated, not yielding to my pressure and then gave in and let our lips touch. I wanted to taste my own sweet nectar my son had enjoyed. I kissed, licked and sucked on his lips and the area around his face that was coated with my juice. I licked and ran my tongue in his mouth, over his gums, teeth and tongue. Enjoying my own taste mixing with his saliva. He returned my kisses, licking the inside my mouth as our tongues swirled together.

He then moved his head above mine. I was staring at his neck and the upper part of his chiseled chest. He moved again; this time I felt the tip of his cock poked me below my pussy. He moved back a little and then up and again, poking me. I knew he wanted to enter me. I had a closed lip smile as I reached down with my left hand, found his stiff smooth cock. I put my thumb and forefinger on his manhood. I heard him sigh. I pointed his cock to my open pussy hole. The tip found the mark. I released my grip. Pulled my hand upward and placed both my hands on his firm back muscles underneath his shoulders. I took a deep breath.

The tip of the bulbous head of his blood-filled cock pressed into my opening, spreading it apart. He moved slowly. The walls of my vagina expanding and closing around my son's thick cock as he started to slice into me. He continued his measured push spearing my inner lining apart. No violence, no anger, no wish to cause me pain. My son was making love to me, not fucking me. The contrast of the way I had been treated in the last week was so evident to me.

I moved my thighs wider apart letting my son enter me fully. He was stretching me apart. The insides walls of my cunt, expanded, gripping every inch of his precious, hard as steel rod. He pushed deeper and deeper into me. My fingers clawed gently at his back. His cock finally reached my cervix and could go no further. His cock still not fully inside me. Instead of pushing against the inner barrier and causing me pain, he held his cock encapsulated inside my pussy. We were joined together. My cunt muscles grasping, holding on to my son's rod inside me. I stared up at his chest. I tilted my head back to see his face, but all I saw was his chin. He as looking straight head.

I felt him move his cock slowly out of me until just the head of his circumcised helmet remained inside. Then he pushed forward again, this time not as deliberately slow as when he first entered me. He again pushed himself until the of his penis pressed against the wall of my cervix. He backed his cock out of me until just the head remained tucked inside my pussy. He then moved slightly quicker this time. The inside of my pussy expanding to grasp his cock as he entered and then closing to fill the void as he pulled back.

He started to rock back and forth inside me. I could hear his breathing becoming labored. His cock started to move into me, pushing harder with each stroke. My son was penetrating me. I was open to him. A man was made to penetrate a woman, to make her submit to him, to confirm males' superiority over a female. The mere act of penetration showed man's dominance. I gave myself to my son. His animal instinct took over. He was now, fucking me, shoving his cock into me. But this was different than the way my husband and daughter treated me. My son did not mean to brutalize me, didn't mean to cause me pain. He was making love to me.

He pushed his cock hard against the back of my vagina, letting out a loud grunt. I pressed my fingertips into his back. I felt his cock expand and the first gush of his sperm flooded and coated every pore of my pussy. My own orgasm met his, as my son poured his warm, sticky essences into me. Just as his father had those long years ago, that had formed him.

My orgasm was mild compared to the one I had had not so long ago that my darling boy had given me with his mouth. It did serve to grip each of the shots of cum that came from his balls up through his pulsating shaft.

He held himself above me. His muscles straining as his orgasm washed over him. His breathing started to return to normal. His muscles relaxed as his cock eased and twitched inside me. He tilted his head down and looked back at me. He bent down, kissed me on the top of my head and then my nose and then sweetly, gently on my lips.

He moved back, letting his now limp, but still sizeable cock slip out of me. We both gasped as the cool air touched our genitals. He lay to the side of me. Facing each other, we put a hand on each other's head and kissed softly. Savoring the moment, I knew, both of us wanted to last forever. The room was quiet, still. The smell of sex was dominate, yet mixing beautifully, with all the other scents that filled the room.

TO BE CONTINUED