This short incest story is a sort of follow up to 'Sucking My Son'.
It starts immediately after the events of that story, taking place in the early morning hours of January 1, and I highly recommend reading that one first for much needed context.
Since they're titled differently though, you'll have to scroll through my list of stories to find it.
It is an unrealistic story of course, about a divorced mother and her twenty-two-year-old son. Just like 'Sucking My Son' it's just something I was in the mood to write.
As with most things that I write this story takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about pandemics, std's, or the need for birth control.
This story contains some sexual peeing (voyeurism, exhibitionism, and bit of peeing together) between the two main characters, so if that's something that you don't enjoy skim ahead each time they go into the bathroom.
If you do enjoy it then this story is one that you've been asking for in the comments! And I plan on indulging my love for that fetish more in some upcoming stories, but I'll always post warnings at the start like this!
Featuring:
Chase: my twenty-two-year-old son who's home for break from college.
Mom (Emily): a fictionalized version of myself and your humble narrator through this erotic encounter.
A few words of real life caution.
First: Don't ever spring pee play on your partner.
Communicate and know that they're interested, and where they want the line drawn before you go down that road!
You can always add more kink into your relationship gradually, but you can't ever undo something that you wish you hadn't done.
Second: About the perineum play in this story:
If you've never played with a male partners perineum before tread carefully until you discover what kind of pressure and touch he wants on it. It's easy to hurt him if you get too rough too quick.
As always, I enjoy your comments and private messages here on Literotica.
But a request please, based on some of the comments I've been getting.
If you don't know what the word perineum means, please look it up before leaving me any silly comments based on what you assume it is.
And if you think that precum is some sort of fictional fluid that I invented in my last story, I'm both flattered by how creative you think I am and appalled by your grasp of male anatomy.
But keep commenting, because I read every single one of them and appreciate them all!
IsabellaEmily
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Earlier:
I rolled to the edge of the bed and put my feet on the floor.
"Now," I said, "I'm going to my bed to make myself cum because tasting your cock and swallowing your load made me really horny."
I stood up and looked down at him.
"If you want to watch," I said, "or help, or if you still have some sperm backed up in your balls, you're welcome to come join me. But if you need to sleep, I'll see you in the morning."
I smiled and winked at him and turned and went out into the hallway, wondering which position I should use to let him to fuck me through my first orgasm in.
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Now:
I walked down the hall to my room, expecting Chase to join me. I was a little surprised that I was still alone by the time I made it to my room, but I figured that maybe he really was tired.
Or maybe he was just unsure.
I took a lighter out of my dresser drawer and lit a candle, a regular part of my masturbation routine.
Sometimes I'll wake up horny in the night or in the morning and make myself cum quick with my fingers or a bullet vibe.
But often I'll turn my masturbation time into an event, lighting a candle, playing some soft music, dressing in something soft and sexy, and getting on the bed with some towels and a few of my favorite sex toys.
Tonight, I was hoping to skip the need for toys. I took the oversized football jersey that I was using as a nightgown off and threw it on a chair in the corner of the room.
I purposely left my bedroom door open as invitation for my son, and crawled naked onto my bed.
I lay back on my bed in the flickering glow of the candle, and rolled my nipple gently between two of my fingers, feeling erotic sparks of need pulse through me as my other hand rested on my belly.
Seeing Chase on his bed with his rock-hard cock had made me wet. Talking to him about it and getting closer to him had put my arousal into overdrive.
Sucking on Chase's cock had driven my body as close to orgasm as it could get without any actual stimulation. One of my favorite things to do is to artfully tease my clitoris while sucking, licking, kissing, and teasing a cock.
But by the time I got my mouth on his cock Chase had been too far gone for me to take my time, so I'd ignored my own urges and focused on letting him experience his first ever eruption in a female mouth.
But laying on my bed, still tasting his cum, and feeling the heat from between my legs was almost more than I could bear.
I saw a movement in the shadowed hallway and looked over to see Chase standing in the doorway to my room.
He was still naked, and his cock was pointing straight at me, not a bit diminished from his recent spurting.
"Did you come to watch?" I asked him. "Or help?"
"I'll do whatever you want me to do Mom." He said. "Or whatever you need me to do."
"Come fuck me." I said boldly.
It was what my body was craving the most, and I was past the point of caring about the fact that Chase was my son.
He loved me, I loved him, and we could take care of each other's needs on this chilly winter night.
He came to the edge of the bed, and I smiled up at him.
"Come on." I said, spreading my legs. "Usually, I need a lot of foreplay before I'm ready to fuck, but not tonight. I'm horny and ready, and I really need your cock."
Chase got on the bed next to me, and I reached out and took him in my arms.
"Right like this." I whispered, pulling him to me and positioning him between my legs.
"Are you sure?" he whispered, his eyes large in the candlelight.
I reached down and took his cock in my hand, feeling how hot and hard he still was.
"Yes baby." I whispered, pulling his cock against my wet hole.
