Cuckolding my son, Matthew was the best decision I've ever made! For the first time in years I felt like I was in complete control of my life AND my sex life. Now that my son knew he was never going to fuck me, even though I allowed him to get a taste of my sweet cunt and my tight ass.. I have total power over him. He does anything I tell him to now and I get to tease him whenever I please, oh I think I hear him coming now.
I stood in front of the large window in our living room, looking out the see through white curtains in our living room wearing a light pink dress, which really compliments my slim figure, my complexion, and really made my cleavage, ass, and hips pop.
"Oh, hey mom. Just got out of class, I'm gonna catch up on some homework." Matthew said. He sat down on the couch, where he had just watched me get my brains fucked out just days before.
"Wouldn't you rather watch your mother?" I asked.. This was becoming more and more common in our household and Matthew knew what to expect.
"I dunno mom, I've got alot to do--" Matthew was interrupted.
I pulled the chest of my dress down over my tits, where my cleavage was on display. Slowly, my huge breasts popped right out and over the hole. I ran my hands over my tits, caressing my nipples, up to where my hands met above them; pushing them together so they looked even bigger. I smiled at my son as my hands made their way to the straps on my shoulders and I slowly pulled them down over my arms, all the way down to the floor. I broke eye contact with my son and looked to the floor, innocently. My hands were placed around the waist of my thong, which matched my dress. I began to slide my thong down over my pubic mound just above my pussy, exposing my hips and that "V shape" in my abs and said, "It's too bad you've got so much work to do baby. Mommy was thinking about having a little fun tonight.. I guess I'll just go lay out in the sun."
"No, it's okay mom. I can finish this stuff later!" Matthew said, anxiously.
I pulled my thong back up around my waist, rubbed my ass, and was on my way out the door without even acknowledging my son again. I never allowed Matthew to touch or taste me, unless there was another cock in the room.. Preferably inside me.
I laid out in the backyard on our hammock, completely nude, legs spread wide open. Matthew quickly followed to the back door and was watching me. I pretended to not see him and gently caressed my body until I made my way down to my cunt, it was already moist. At this point I opened my eyes and drew my attention to Matthew. With one hand on my cunt, fingers massaging my clit, I took the other and motioned for him to come outside. He obliged.
"Get on your knees." I instructed. I spread my pussy wide, giving him a good view and stuck my middle finger in as deeply as possible. It became a normal part of our routine for him to watch me fuck myself. He was never allowed to touch his cock until he was alone. "That's enough for now, go back inside and finish your school work."
I finished myself off, to orgasm and let the juices flow down my cunt and asshole. I relaxed a bit before heading back inside. I was constantly toying with Matthew, almost 24/7 at this point. Matthew saw me come inside as I went into the kitchen; I went over to the counter and raised myself up. Once again, legs spread, lying back with my ass pushed out. "Matthew, come in here for a second. I need some help in the kitchen."
He entered the kitchen to more instructions. "Get down on your knees, again baby. Good. Now stick your tongue out and put your nose as close as you can to mommy's pussy without touching it."
"Now, take a deep breath and smell mommy's wet cunt." Matthew was quick to obey every order, in hopes that one day I'd let him taste me. "I bet you wish you could taste your mother's asshole again, don't you? Well, that's too bad. I'm never going to let you taste me again." This kind of torture, made my pussy ache. I was always horny. "Go to your room, I'm sure there's something you need to take care of."
Matthew went to his room, to release all of his sexual tension. I slipped my pink underwear set back on and made sure to put my high heels back on so he could hear my every step throughout the house. I made my way up the stairs to his bedroom, where his door was closed but not locked. I knocked on the door.
"Uhh, come in?" Matthew nervously answered.
I opened the door slowly and walked in, I made my way towards Matthew in my heels and lingerie. I calmly went down to my hands and knees and crawled over to my son, who was sitting on the edge of his bed in only his boxer shorts. I placed my hand on his ankle and rubbed all the way up his leg, I placed my other hand on his thigh. I slid one hand across his thigh and hips, until I reached his balls. I looked him in the eyes and said, "Mmm.. Do you want me to suck this cock, sir?" He was frozen in place, he couldn't answer. "Hmm? Like I do for all my black cock slaves?" I rubbed his balls through his boxer shorts and moved my mouth towards his cock. I bit down on his boxers right where his cock was and pulled back. I released them quickly, "You're disgusting. I'm your fucking mother, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I got up and turned my ass towards his face, bent down and fixed my heels and proceeded to leave him alone to masturbate. I loved to let him think he was going to get exactly what he wanted from me.
