Cucolding My Son

My name is Krissy; I'm a single, hardworking, independent mother living in Los Angeles, California. I'm 40 years old and I have a son who has just turned 18. My husband passed away just months after my son was born, luckily he was extremely wealthy. Since then I have focused mainly on moving forward in my career to provide for my son, Matthew. Aside from work, my son has been the primary focus in life and my love life took the back seat. I told myself I wouldn't date again until my son turned eighteen so you could say I've been a little sexually repressed all these years. I haven't felt the touch of another man in eighteen years and considering my son's 18th birthday was last week, I think it's time for mommy to get some dick!

There was one issue, however. The only man I've been around in eighteen years is my son. I've watched Matthew grow from being my little baby boy to finally being an adult. You see when he was younger he was a momma's boy. He was short, small in size, scrawny to say the least. He was never the best at sports in school either. Since graduating he'd been hitting the gym five days a week and was really starting to turn into a real man. When it comes to dating, I honestly don't even know where to begin! I've been out of the game for so long at this point, I wish I could just confide in Matthew for my sexual satisfaction.. But that was crazy, wasn't it? I couldn't have sex with my own son. Or could I? Of course not!

Throughout the years, I had noticed Matthew occasionally spying on me but I never really thought much of it. It never seemed intentional or malicious; he'd "walk in" on me every now and again while I was in the shower. He'd cover his eyes, back out slowly, closing the door and apologizing. Every once in a while the role would be reversed and he'd let me catch him coming out of the shower with his cock fully erect and I'd quickly turn the other way, give an awkward laugh and we'd both be on our way. This all seemed fairly normal for a single mother raising a hormonal teenage boy, which is until...

I invited my friend Tammy over for advice on where to meet men in your 40's. Tammy was the complete opposite of me; she had no children and a wealthy husband. But that didn't stop her from getting around, in fact she'd told me how her husband got off on the fact that she was out fucking other, younger guys and that he'd even watch sometimes. This was called cuckolding, I wasn't aware of it until she told me about it. But apparently men in power like to be dominated in the bedroom. She said she's made her husband suck her lover's cocks and even eat the cum from her pussy. I couldn't believe it, was this the world of dating I was diving back into?

Anyway not long after Tammy arrived at our house, we over heard some noise coming from my Son's room. We approached his door, which was wide open. He must have not known we were home.

"Oh my God-Fuck! You're so fucking hot. Yeah, that's right. Suck my cock!" It sounded like my son was having sex. "Oh, you're gonna make me cum mom! Make your son cum mommy!"

What the fuck! I REALLY couldn't believe it. There he was, my own son stroking his hard cock with one of my thongs. We peeked our heads in the door just as he blew a large load of his cum right into the crotch of my thong. He had another thong in his hand, placed firmly against his face, smelling and tasting the crotch. I was so embarrassed but I couldn't help myself. "Did you see how big his fucking cock was!" I asked Tammy.

"Krissy! That's your son for Christ's sake." she whispered. Matthew began to get up and clean himself off. We snuck back to the living room and never spoke about what we had seen again. Needless to say, I was curious.

I started paying alot more attention to my son after that and started noticing things I had never noticed before and truthfully I liked what I saw. One morning I wore a short night gown down to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast, I made sure it was short enough to let my ass hang out the back for my son to see. I pretended to not hear him come down and let him get a good look before turning around.

"Oh, hey honey. I didn't hear you come down. Are you hungry?"

"Umm, hey mom. Not really.. Sorry, I have to get to class or I'm gonna be late."

He rushed to class as quick as he could.. But I noticed his fucking cock was hard in his shorts. Later that night I quietly came in from work and snuck down the hall. Matthew was not in his room but the light was on. I saw the lamp in my room by my bedside was also on, so I poked my head in. There he was again, masturbating with my silk thong wrapped around his cock, this time he'd found one of my vibrators and was licking it top to bottom. My pussy started dripping with anticipation.. Was my son attracted to me? Was I attracted to my son? My god. What was happening to me?

The sexual tension escalated between us until one morning I was in the shower getting ready for work. I was finishing up, rubbing lotion all over my body. From my tits, down to my smooth pussy, around to my big fat ass, and down my legs. I was bent over, with my ass facing outward when I saw a shadow on the ground. I stood up, startled and turned around quickly. Matthew was on his hands and knees poking his head in the doorway trying to catch a glimpse of my pussy. It startled me so much that I screamed, "Matthew! What the fuck? Get the fuck out of here!" At this point I realized, what I was feeling for my son was purely fantasy. A horny woman who hadn't had cock in nearly 20 years! I let go of all the sexual tension between my son and I. Besides, I was still a sexy woman. I didn't need to rely on my son for a fuck.. But I did need to teach him a lesson.

I devised a plan to get back at him for spying on me in the shower. I came home early from work, just as it was getting dark outside; Matthew wasn't home yet. I tore my short red dress off and threw it on the couch beside me. I kept my heels, red bra and thong on. I got up on my knees against the armrest of the couch and bent over, arching my back and shoving my ass into the air directed at the front door. I slipped one hand down passed my smooth mound and began rubbing my fingers in a circle on my clit. My pussy began to get wet. I knew Matthew would be home any minute and the thought of him catching me and seeing me like this really drove the excitement. I ran my middle finger over my slit and felt the wetness; I removed it and put it to my tongue. I licked all of my juices off my finger and slowly moved back down to slide it inside my wet cunt. Just as I inserted it all the way, I let out a soft moan. The front door came flying open; Matthew was home, right on time. "Matthew!" I yelled. "Again? Really? I'm your fucking mother! Have some respect. What is wrong with you? You're sick!" His eyes went wide and he quickly closed the door behind him. I covered my breasts with my hands and closed my legs and continued to shame him.

"I haven't been with anyone since your father died, the least you could do is give your mother some fucking privacy!" I yelled.

"Mom, I'm sorry. Really, this time I was trying to. I promise!" he pleaded.

This was good; he was really feeling embarrassed. I stood up still covering my breasts and slowly turned. My hands were trembling, I was so nervous and excited at the same time. With my back turned to my son, again I arched and pushed my nice round ass out as far as I could and slipped on a bath robe. "Whatever, Matty. You've ruined the mood for me, yet again." His eyes were glued to my ass. I continued: "I know you've been spying on me in the shower. I know you've been jerking off with my worn panties and I'm sick of it. You want to fuck your own mother don't you? Just admit it!"

"Mom, it's not like that--"

"Just admit it!" I yelled over him. "You want to fuck mommy SO bad don't you? Well, it's never going to happen because I'm your fucking mother! Mommy is going to have to teach you a lesson. Go to your room RIGHT NOW!" My plan was in full effect; I had thought long and hard about how I was going to punish my son. I was still so wet; I just had to touch myself.