Author's note: In this second to the last chapter, Laurie is taught a thing or two about perversity of making love with son, Jonathan, her love child and lover. Constructive comments and suggestions are always welcomed. Enjoy this telling.
Thanks as always to Amela for her patience and advice.
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"I love you, Mom." Jonathan murmured as he kissed my neck. "You're so beautiful." My eldest son's lips silenced my negative comments when I tried to put myself down. Moans of passion escaped my open mouth as he kissed me tenderly and slowly, his hands and fingertips lightly caressing my quivering body. Gasping and squirming, I couldn't help but respond to my son's soft kisses, nips, and sucks as he traveled to my earlobes and then down my exposed neck.
Lying on my back, my small breasts flattened to gentle mounds that would have been barely noticeable if not for my large, purple nipples. Call it genetics or continuously nursing my two boys, but my meaty cylinders were thick and amazingly long. Fingertips and nails teasingly zigzagged feather-light strokes and scratched across my heaving chest, causing my nipples to jut provocatively to their fullest and then tilt slightly out towards my sides. How I cried out when Jonathan's teeth lightly bit one of my teats to pull it into a sharp peak before releasing it to nip at my other stiff tip.
A whimper of utter ecstasy escaped my lips as my son's hands traveled slowly down my sides, his hot, wet tongue blazing a lazy trail across and down my twisting torso. Jonathan cupped my buns, squeezing and lifting them as his face drifted down to the juncture of my tender inner legs. Licking and sucking his way first around my right inner thigh, he carefully and teasingly avoiding my exposed vulva before doing the same to the tender flesh of my other thigh. Grasping the ebony tuft of pubic hair above my pussy slit, Jonathan tugged it upwards, causing me to gasp sharply as my hooded clitoris and vaginal delights became exposed to my son.
Mouthing my thick labia before letting his rasping tongue run up and then back down my pussy slit, Jonathan leisurely lapped my slippery juices that drenched his face. He was pleased to hear me cry pitifully when the tip of his tongue flicked my stiff, fleshy love button. My hips lifted off the mattress of their own accord, jerking and gyrating in lewd response to his oral ministrations.
"You love that, don't you, Mom? How about this and this too? You're so hot and sexy, Mom. I can't believe how fucking wet and slippery you are. So, while I suck on your delicious little clit, how about I finger your drenched twat?"
Jonathan shoved a stiff middle finger right up my sex, loving the way my hips rose in response to give him better access. His plunging and twisting finger was soon joined by a second finger. Both curled to find the familiar ridges of my vaginal G-spot. He rubbed in increasing tempo as he strummed my stiff clit. Jonathan delighted when I cried out as I rapidly ratcheted up to a gut-wrenching climax.
When I finally came, my legs spread to form an obscene arch, my hips thrusting sharply off the mattress. Shaking with the uncontrolled convulsions of a horrific orgasm, I seemed to gush from my exposed genitals in an embarrassing fountain of release and relief. I was stunned, but couldn't do anything but shake wildly, oblivious to the world around me. When I collapsed in an exhausted heap of spent limbs, Jonathan found his two buried fingers and hand drenched in the slippery love juices of his mother.
I moaned deliriously as trembles ran down my body in the aftermath of my orgasm. Jonathan continued to pump his fingers in and out of my slippery vagina, and I vaguely heard him mumble something about inserting another finger. Moaning deliriously as my limp legs were spread wide, I droned at my son's digital pumping of my oozing sex. Suddenly I felt this push of Jonathan's fingers and then unbelievable pressure and fullness in my vagina.
"Ooh, Jonathan! What are you doing down there?' It feels so... strange! What are you doing?"
"I'm fist-fucking you, Mom! You're so fucking slippery and relaxed. I can't believe I've got my whole goddamn hand shoved up your damn twat!"
"Oh, no, Jonathan. Please stop," I begged as I desperately reached between my legs to grab his wrist in a futile attempt to pull him out. "Please, Jonathan, don't. I've let you do many things to me that no man has ever done. But, this is too much. It hurts, Jonathan, it really hurts! Please, please stop..."
I guess seeing me crying and in obvious pain was like a splash of icy water on Jonathan's raging lust. Withdrawing his hand (and therefore producing a lewd slurping sound), Jonathan kissed away my tears and murmured tenderly, "I'm sorry, Mom, I got carried away wondering if it could be done. I had my thumb tucked into a cone of fingers...and...pushed...not thinking it would slip in. I was amazed when your pussy just seemed to stretch and stretch to admit - no, more like engulf - my coned hand. I did it but didn't realize, Mom, that it would hurt you, and that you wouldn't like it. I'm so sorry, Mom..."
When Jonathan told me that and I finally felt my love tunnel close to a slightly more dilated opening than it was, I hugged him to me. I kissed him deeply to show that all was forgiven and whispered, "That's alright, Jonathan. It was just unexpected and caught me by complete surprise. I mean, it's not every day that you find a hand being shoved up your pussy."
Then reaching down to grasp the offending hand, I leisurely and lovingly mouthed each finger to show him what I felt. "Jonathan, you know how much I love you and how I've been unable to deny you anything. So maybe the next time you want to fist-fuck me - if there is a next time -- Jonathan, you will let me know. Get me more relaxed and use more lubrication -- like a whole tube? Okay?"
"Oh, Mom, I love you and promise I'll use two tubes of lube the next time. I just got carried away when you came in one of those gushing orgasms that I've heard about. I was...well...I was shocked and delighted that you were so turned on. Your pussy was so damn slippery, relaxed, and loose that I thought..."
"That's okay, Jonathan. You're a young man who is exploring the world of sex and a woman's body. The things you do never cease to surprise me, and I'm amazed just how willing I am. In the process, you've taught me a thing or two, which goes to show that even an old dog - or bitch like me - can still be schooled by her young pup. I mean look at the things that we've done together. You're the only one who's butt-fucked me. I guess that if I were your shoes, I would want to see just how far you could go while finger-pumping my cunt."
Then subtly changing the subject so as not to incur another fisting, I said, "However, if you're going to ram anything up my poor little pussy, I would prefer that big piece of hard man-meat dangling between your legs. Jonathan, I would be a terribly neglectful mother if I were to let my son's raging hard-on be the cause of a bad case of 'blue balls.' So, unless my handsome young son objects, I'd be willing to give you some immediate relief...but elsewhere..."
