A Family Situation

We cuddled together holding onto the moment. He turned onto his back, breaking the spell. He was staring up at the ceiling. I stayed on my side and nestled against him, resting my head on his chest. He laid his arm over my upper back putting a hand on my shoulder. We both cuddled together again, neither of us speaking.

I felt like a little girl, not like his mother, saddled up against him. My 5.2 frame against this 6 foot plus young bull. I looked down and saw his glistening solid rod, lying on his abdomen pointing up at me. It slit, perfectly creasing, the helmet in half. The hole in the center appeared to be staring back at me. I wanted it in my mouth.

I moved my head down over his stomach, Johnny's hand slipping off my back. My left hand reached down to his thigh, as my right arm rested on his chest. The strong scent of his cum and my juices that covered his entire cock and his pubic areas made me want to taste it, swallow it. My lips pressed against the top of his penis's head and I sucked it into my mouth. The flavor matched the smell. I sucked it off him. My tongue savored the taste before I swallowed it.

As I lashed the helmet of my son's cock with my tongue, I could fell it coming back to life as it filled with blood. I sucked harder on the head, knowing I could stimulate Johnny. His cock, stiffening and growing in my mouth, stretching my mouth open.

I moved my face further down past his bulging head and licking more of his coated dick into my mouth. His hands now massaging my head as he stroked my hair.

Moving my head up and off my son's cock, I sat up on the bed and lifted myself over his right thigh, my knees forcing his thighs apart. He didn't give much resistance as I wedged myself between them.

I looked up at him as he raised himself on his elbows to watch me, just as I had done with him. We made eye contact as I held his cock palm up in my hand, lowered my head and lick the full length of my son's penis with the flat of my tongue, from the tip of his ball sack to its bulbous head.

He bit his lower lips as I moved back down his now expanding cock as it grew wider and longer in my palm. Next, I licked the one side going up and then moved over and licked the other side going back down. My tongue lapping our mixed cums off his dick.

When I reached the base of his now stiff member I continued to go lower and sucking gently on his ball sac, taking in my juices and his cum that had dripped down and coated them. Staring up at him, his mouth opened and his breathing became heavy as I continued to lick him clean, sucking our juices of his sac, into my mouth and down my throat.

I moved up his shaft, lathering it with my tongue. I pointed it up with my palm, raised my head, our eyes met for a brief second until my head dipped down and I swallowed his young cock into my mouth, sucking first its beautiful head into my mouth and then down the shaft. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth. I wanted to suck it hard, clamping my lips around its girth as I washed it with my tongue. I grabbed the base, started to boob my head up and down. I took hold of the base of his cock, wrapping my slender fingers around it.

GOD, I WANTED HIS COCK! I WANTED MY SON'S COCK! I STARTED TO FUCK MY FACE ONTO HIS DICK!

My other hand went passed my stomach and started to rub my clit vicariously. My fingers went further down into my still saturated cunt. The back palm of my hand now took the place of my fingers that were jabbing into my pussy and massaged my clit hard into me.

Johnny remained still. He didn't move his hips. He just let me use my mouth on him, as I, his mother, skull fucked myself on his unyielding cock.

His cock started to expand even more, GOD, my boy was about to cum again! This would be the third time in less than an hour. The regenerative power of youth, let's see his father match that.

His voice straining, gasping, warning me, "Mom, oh Jesus, mom, I'm going to cum! MOM, I'M GOING TO CUM!"

I forced as much as his manhood as I could into my mouth, expanding my jaw to its limit. I held the base of his cock tightly. I pressed my lips into his smooth rock-hard dick. letting him know I wanted his cum in my mouth. I wanted it down my throat. I wanted to eat his essence as he had eaten mine.

He let out a loud groan and then his massive phallus erupted in my mouth. A huge gush of cum flooded the back of my throat. I swallowed all of it. It had passed over my tongue so I missed tasting my boy's sperm. I raised my head and sucked on the head of his cock not to be denied his next spasm. I felt it wash over my tongue, my taste buds absorbing the bitter, salty, sweet flavor of his sperm as it sprayed over them and to the back of my mouth where I gulped it down. My son, my baby, was feeding me.

It was then my own orgasm shook me. My thighs tremored; my pussy contracted around my fingers. My clit vibrating against the palm of my hand.

I continued sucking on his cock. His dick pulsating and delivering wave after wave of his cum into my mouth. The loads were smaller with each tremor from his lions. My cheeks indented as I vacuumed in the last drops of his ejaculations.

His cock began to lose its bulk and softened in my hand. But I didn't let go. My fist firmly planted at the base of his cock, I sucked gently on his now manageable cock head.

I felt one of his hands on my head as if he was trying to lift me off him. I reached from under my stomach and pushed his hand away from my head. I lowered that hand to the other still gripping his dick and began to massage all my fingers into his deflated cock. Almost immediately, it began twitch and respond to my manipulations. My fingers playing with his shaft, my mouth sucking his now growing circumcised helmet.

He sighed, "Jesus, mom."

He again moved his hand to gently play with my hair. I sucked my dear son's cock into my mouth and pumped it with my fists. It grew and hardened, quickly recovering from the orgasm that had just pumped his cum down my throat. His mother's throat.

I wanted him hard again. I wanted him deep inside of me again. But not my mouth, not my pussy, but my ass, where I could take all of him.

I sucked on the head of my son's cock. Licking the slit, tonguing his pee hole. Pressing my lips into the blood-filled top. I could feel the helmet collapse and then expand again as I move my mouth down to suck the whole of his cock head into my face.

His cock now returned to its full fuckable shape. I lifted my head off my son. Our eyes met. He watched me as I changed positions on the bed. I got on my knees, leaning forward, placing my elbows and head down. My ass raised, I looked back at my son, gave my hips a little wiggle. He smiled, thinking he knew what I wanted. He quickly knelt behind me. Placed his hands on my hips, holding my ass in place. Johnny maneuvered the head of his penis against my vagina's moist, welcoming opening. He easily sliced into my vaginal canal. His thick cock instantly coated with the mixture of his and mine cum that still saturated my cunt.

He started to pump his dick into me. My pussy giving little resistance to his assault. His pace started to quicken. I could feel his dick begin the swell. I raised myself up. My arms bracing me. I turned my head, our eyes locked.

I said in a quiet, soft toned voice, "Honey, I want you to fuck me up the ass."

He froze in mid stroke. Staring back at me, a non-believing look on his face.

I changed my tone, with the voice of a little girl, I begged, "Please, fuck me up my ass."

He slowly, deliberately, pulled his cock out of me. It was coated, dripping from the wetness from inside of me. He moved a foot up onto the bed to my left side. His right foot followed the other side. He was supporting himself on his hunches. He moved his cock to the brownish circle of my clinched asshole. He reached up and placed his hands on my shoulders, firmly gripping me on either side of my neck.

I looked ahead and realized we were facing the mirror of the dresser across from the foot of the bed.

Our eyes met in the mirror. Staring at each other I directed him in a flat toned voice, "Johnny, I want you to shove your cock all the way up into my ass."

He glared back at me. Repositioned his hands, gripping my shoulders tighter. He reset his feet. I watched the expression on his face change. He had a stern, determined look. He glanced down at my ass and his cock as it pressed against my asshole.

He looked up, we again were facing each other in the mirror. He gritted his teeth and with a grunt he thrust his immense rigid shank into me. He drove every inch of his cock into my ass.

I gasped; tears filled my eyes from the agony that ripped through me. My son was holding me in place. His cock embedded to the hilt. I felt like I had been split in two.

My body shivered. Tears ran down my cheeks. My lips started to quiver and saliva drooled from the sides of my mouth. The absolute pure pain and pleasure at that moment, plus being totally mastered by my son, was the height of any ecstasy I could ever had imagined.

I could see my son's face, focused on mine. He seemed mesmerized and empowered by the excruciating painful expression on my face. He eased back on his hunches, his cock pulled back, as the head of his cock reached the rim of my asshole, he jammed his dick deep into my ass again.

Then he started to jackhammer his cock into my butt. He let go of one of my shoulders and tangled his fingers in my hair, pulled my head back hard. He let go of my other shoulder and now both hands were tugging on my hair, forcing my head up.

My son rode me, fucking my ass forcibly. I watched the unbelievable incestuous image in the mirror. The reflection made me think of a mature mare being bred by a young stallion.

The pain ebbed away replaced by soothing steady rhythm of my son's cock sawing back and forth inside of me.

As I looked into the mirror, my tits hanging down swaying back and forth. I saw that my facial expression hadn't changed. The agony and ecstasy of my ass being violated, assaulted, FUCKED, were one in the same.

But now, each time Johnny drove his cock deep into me, I gasped and groaned through gritted teeth, a clear audible, "YES."

My son bared down even more, pile driving his rod into me. His face showed shear euphoria and lust. He alternated his view from watching himself fuck me in the mirror, to glancing down and seeing his cock battering, penetrating his mother's ass.

Both of us were enjoying this incestuous coupling. Johnny had already cum three times and now he was in no hurry to finish. Either was I.

The whole scene was playing before us. Watching ourselves in the mirror. My boy, using my hair like the reins of a horses bridle, pulling my head back, forcing me to look directly into the mirror. His thighs spread on each side of my hips. Johnny's feet flat against the bed. The sweat on our bodies, glistening in the fading afternoon light. The delicious smell of our heat and sex fueled the newfound craving for each other.

My Johnny pushed his entire cock into me and held it there. For an instant I thought he was going to cum, but his hands released their grasp on my hair and grabbed hold of my shoulders. He pulled them back as he slid his feet forward. In an instant, he was on his back, his legs flat on the bed. He had let go of my shoulders.

I was now sitting on his cock; it had remained embedded in my ass as he switched our position. My knees were now bent and my feet flat footed on the bed. I was impaled on his cock. My thighs spread wide apart. My inner thighs completely exposed with the focal point between them. My son's massive cock embedded in my ass. It felt deeper than before. I stretched my hands behind me, my arms straight. My son grabbed my hands before they could reach the bed to secured them in place. I looked in the mirror to see he had his elbows firmly against the mattress.

My eyes then focused on his cock planted in my butt. It appeared just as large as it felt as it stretched my asshole what looked like beyond its limit.

I stay still so a few seconds, letting my ass adjust to the new feel of my son's cock spiking inside me. Then I wanted to please my baby. I pushed my feet into the bed and my hands back on his, lifting and sliding my ass up on his thick staff.

I was transfixed on the sight between my widespread thighs. I was feeling and seeing my stretched-out asshole move smoothly up my son's oversized cock. My pussy's lips being pushed apart from the girth of his sliding tool in my ass.

I raised up and with inches of his dick still inside me, I lowered myself slowly down his shaft. I repeated the motion up and down on his steel hard rod. The tempo increased with each stroke until I was moving swiftly up and then down, driving the entire length of my son's cock into my ass.

I looked at my contorted face in the mirror. I looked like a woman possessed, my mouth open, teeth bared, saliva dripping down my chin. My eyes showed a mix of pain and deviant pleasure. My thighs spread wide, a cock spearing in and out of my ass. My thighs flexing and spread wide. My stomach muscles taunt. My tits bouncing with the up and down motion of my ass. My stringy wet hair bounced as I rode my son's dick. Sweat covered my body and gave it a sheen that covered every inch of me.

I became aware of the involuntary sounds that were escaping from my mouth. The whole of my being now lost in uninhibited, unnatural sexual perversion. And I was privy to my total decent into depravity as I watched it all unfold in the mirror at the end of the bed.

Johnny lay without moving letting me indulge myself in our anal coupling. The images in the mirror stoked my lust. I forced my ass onto his pelvis, jamming my son's cock as deep as it could go. I then moved my ass, grinding his solid tool inside me, expanding my cunt more, creating a sensation I never knew existed.

My thighs started to shake involuntarily. I grasped my son's hands tighter, my fingers wrapped around his. My toes curled. I tossed my head back. My wet stringy hair hung off my arching back. My cunt started to convulse as inner walls of my ass contracted around Johnny's captive manhood. I was cumming with my son's cock planted deep in my ass! I was frozen in time. My son owned me.

Then my whole body went limp. My legs, arms, and back collapsed. My fingers released their grip on his. I started to fall back onto Johnny's chest, but he put on open hand onto my upper back catching me.

His cock was still rock hard lodged inside my ass. I felt his other hand reach around my hip, take hold of my right thigh, he pivoted me, rotated me around, my thigh passing over his chest. My other leg followed over his thighs.

I was now facing him. His cock still in my ass. My calves now lay against his hips. I rested my open hands on his chest. My wet hair hung on the sides of my face. I was breathing hard. Our eyes locked together with neither of us moving.

He moved his hips up, forcing more of his cock into my ass. He reached up and cupped my tits, stopping them from swaying. He kneaded them as he jammed his cock up into me. I let him fuck my ass. He groped my tits, squashing them against my chest, tugging at my nipples with his fingers. His eyes focused on them. He increased his piston like motion into my ass. I could feel his cock begin to widen. He stopped his motion. He didn't want to cum, not just yet anyway.

We stared at each other. I moved my hands off his chest letting them slip up to the sides of his face. My head moved down towards his. I could feel his firm cock start slide partly out of my ass, several inches still inside me. He leaned his head up, our lips met and we kissed softly, our tongues barely touching.

I placed my forearms at his sides, pressing my hands near his armpits. He moved his arms onto my sides, gripping my shoulders as we held our kiss, he turned us over. Now I lay on my back, his cock sliding deeper in my ass.

He lifted his chest off me. Our bodies peeled themselves apart from our sweat holding us together. He locked his elbows in place. Looking down at my face. I moved my hands above my head. Now the more pungent body odor escaped from my untreated, clean-shaven pits. All the smells that waft from and around us only added to the sexual atmosphere that engulfed us.

Johnny sat back, pushing his still hard cock deeper into my well used ass. He put his hands behind my knees, lifted them up and apart. My thighs spread out. My ass lifted slightly off the bed.

As my son looked down at me, he shoved his massive, blood-filled member to the limit. I gasped; my face twisted with the sudden invasion of my ass. Tears filled my eyes as Johnny pummeled my ass. Peppering it with blow after blow.

He had a determined, leering, angry look on his face. Clearly enjoying the look on my face and the punishment he was now giving to my sore, punished ass.

He didn't hold back. He used his gifted cock to again tear into me, shredding my inner ass further.

His dick expanded in length and girth inside me. He pushed and fixed his cock deep inside me. His hands pressing my knees further apart allowing him deeper penetration into me and then his cock head erupted. His cum spilled into my ass. Coating all its insides in warm, sticky wetness.

He held me down. His dick pulsated his sperm inside my ass, filling me.

Tears flowed out of the corners of my eyes down the sides of my face. A shed tears of pain from my son's merciless, relentless anal attack, his cum soaking into the lesions inside my ass and from tears of happiness for the pleasure I was giving to my son.

His cock emptied. He held it inside me until it deflated and slipped out of me. He lowered himself down to one side of me, wrapped his hands on the sides of my face and kissed and licked the tears from my face and eyes.

We then lay in each other's embrace, not saying a word, knowing we loved each other well beyond the accepted conventional boundaries of a mother and son's relationship. We fell asleep in each other's arms. Our incestuous lust, for the moment, satisfied.