In a story posted here at Literotica, an author addressing himself to lovers of incest stories, telling of the ease with which he was able to seduce his mother. He ended his letter saying that there many mothers who would gladly welcome their sons with wide-open arms and legs into their beds, if the hot and horny sons made a pass at them. He went on to point out that a single mothers, without a lover in her life, more then not are inching for cock and would ultimately, in spite of her moral convictions, be amenable to taking on her own son as a lover if approached properly.
My own eighteen-year-old must have taken the writer at his word because this mother found herself the recipient of her young man's sexual desire.
That led to me being naked and lying flat on my back, with my son lying on top of me and between my parted thighs. His baby-making cock buried to the hilt in my juicy twat, pumping away to one cum-gushing ejaculation after another. Now I find that this mother is on her way to late motherhood. So all I can say is Thank You, from the bottom of my heart.
I am a widow now living happily in sin, as man and wife with my eighteen-year-old ever-horny and ever-hard son, and will present him with a son or daughter of his own shortly, before his nineteen birthday, some seven months down the road.
But not all my happiness belongs to the author of the story that helped to get my son thinking that he could get into my panties. Part belongs to my late, overbearing hubby for this new lifestyle of canal bliss with my new found son/lover.
Incest never entered my mind until about a year ago when my late-mate started visiting Literotica on line and printing stories with the intent of getting me to read it with him to lend some excitement to our waning sex life.
Raised in a church going atmosphere, I was reluctant to get involved, but did so at my husband's insistence. It didn't take long, as we went through story after story to find out that the ones about incest were the ones for us. Soon after reading them I would be spread wide on the bed with Al's husky love-tool buried deep inside me and sending me through one orgasm after another. It was like we were horny teenagers again.
I quickly became addict to the family love stories and looked forward to reading them each day with my Al. Him sitting behind me naked rubbing my tits and pussy as I read aloud stories of fathers and daughters, aunt and uncles with the nieces and nephew and of course mothers and sons. The last one became a favorite for us both very quickly.
In spite of my acceptance and excitement of family love for others, the thought that I might join those ranks myself never entered my mind, even with a good looking horny teenage son in the house, since my needs were being well taking care of by my husband. That is until my mate's untimely death some months ago, and the sexual hunger that intensified and ultimately had me climbing the walls in need for a bed partner.
My relationship with my son was not very good while his father was alive the two of them were always doing things together. When his dad died unexpectedly, my son hardly left his room for days.
Then one day after relieving some tension at my computer while reading, I head to take a shower, I had forgotten to close out of Literotica. When I finished my shower I found my son was at the computer read want I had been, one hand was on the mouse and the other was in his lap. From that day forward I noted a change in my son's behavior towards me. I notice he was visiting Literotica more and more.
I like to think that it was my attempt to comfort him that brought us together, rather than a planned seduction on his part and I plan to continue thinking that. In any event, he became very attentive to me. I was staved for attention and thankful of the change in his feelings toward me. I welcomed his hugs and kisses and never said a word if his hands strayed to my buttocks or landed momentarily on my breasts. I realized he was feeling his way, seeing how far I let him go. Each time he went a little farther I wondered should I stop him.
Sex with my son got its start in, all places, at the kitchen sink. I was bent over doing the breakfast dishes when he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I was startled momentarily, but pleased with his show of affection, until he cupped my tits in both hands and began fondling and squeezing them. I just stood there confused, my brain told to stop him but my cunt was growing wetter by the second.
I remember murmuring to myself, "Watch it buster, I'm your mother," like he didn't know that already.
Then one of his hands moved down toward my pussy and he began to kiss me on the neck. I knew where this was heading if I didn't stop this. My pussy was on fire but my brain was screamed at me, "You're one of those mothers that could fuck her own son. YOU'RE NOT KIND OF WOMAN. STOP THIS NOW."
When he pulled my buttocks tightly against his groin and I felt his boner pressing against my ass, I broke free and lost it. Began yelling at him, telling him that what he had in mind was wrong on some many levels. My body was reserved for my husband only, and in no way was I going to give it to my son. Famous last words.
Spurned and rebuked, he backed away he yelled back that he knew what I was reading on the web. That I was lying about not wanting it to be this way. Why hadn't I stopped him from touching me, if I didn't want him to do more then just touch. Then he stormed to his room.
