Even though our son was nineteen and in college, I knew that he always had been a shy kid who had not been with many girls, if any at all in terms of intimacy. But, like any teenager, his body and mind probably dwelled on sex whenever there was a free moment. I could tell that he was masturbating a lot, based upon what I saw around the house. For one thing, there were all those tissues in the wastepaper basket in his room, where he spent so much time with the door firmly shut.
More potently, I saw him ogling his Mom, my attractive wife Charlene. Often, she would lounge around the house without wearing a bra, only an old white t-shirt of mine that accentuated her still shapely breasts, especially the nipples. He would glance at them and away, then back again. She was aware of it, but it didn't seem to bother her. In fact, I believe it aroused her, judging from the way those nipples seemed to become more prominent just when he was around.
And, more recently, she had become more passionate in bed. Once we left the bedroom door open by mistake. We were in a sixty-nine position with Charlene facing the door when suddenly we both heard his door open and, before we could do anything about it, there he was, stopped in his tracks, staring into the dimly lit room. I couldn't see it, but Charlene told me later that she and he locked eyes as she continued sucking, then he blushed and moved away.
I have to admit that the apparent sexual attraction between Bobby and his Mom aroused me. My mind began to move into areas I had not explored before. Even a while back, my sexual fantasies would never have involved the taboo area of mother-son sexual love. But now I found myself seeking out stimuli to arouse my prurient interests. Surfing the Internet one day, I came across a site with some pretty wild stories. One, in particular, got to me.
In the story, a young boy asked his father questions about sex, in particular, as to whether women enjoyed sex as much as men. The father laughingly assures him that they do and to prove it, he on the spot calls his wife over and they engage in sexual play on their couch with their boy sitting there. Gradually, the woman is more and more turned on as more and more of her clothes come off. Her boy helps out her husband in this process. As the man kisses his wife's revealed breasts, he urges his son to caress her long smooth thighs and as he does so, she shifts them open to his eager gaze. The father has his boy pull down her last remaining item of clothing, her panties, and then the boy needs no further instruction. By this time, the mother is so hot she welcomes her boy's advancing tongue as it moves up her naked thigh to find and kiss and lick her waiting wet cunt. From there, the story moves on to further action in which the boy and his father enjoy sexual love with the passionate mother.
I printed it out and then, on a lark, that night I left it where Charlene would find it in our bedroom.
I spend a little extra time brushing my teeth and the like before coming to bed. As I had hoped, she had been reading the story and was now just reaching its conclusion.
"Hey, Jimmy," she looked up and laughed, "what's this all about?"
"Just some fun stuff, like it?"
"Come to bed," she replied
No sooner had I come to bed than she stripped off my shorts and went down on me, sucking me like a wild woman.
There was no doubt, then. She had been turned-on. I decided to take a big risk. I put my voice into a whisper mode, and felt a thrill run down my back when I spoke.
"Mom, oh Mom, I like the way you suck me!"
In response she redoubled her efforts and when my fingers found her cunt, they came away soaked.
"Oh, Mom, yes, make love to your boy's big cock. He's always looking at your tits, wanting to suck them."
Then I couldn't hold off any longer and pushed her off and climbed on her.
"Yes, Mom, your boy is going to fuck you at last. You want it don't you, you want his hard boy-prick in your mother-cunt?"
"Oh, yes, you bastard with your hot story, I want him! Be my boy and fuck me, fuck me!"
"Yes, Mom, your boy is fucking you now, he's been jerking off in his room daydreaming about it, about his cock in his Mom's mouth and then in her hot mother-pussy! Now you're being mother-fucked!"
We both came in a crescendo of taboo excitement.
After a while, she looked at me. "So ... what's next?"
I thought for a moment. "We'll see. Soon."
The next afternoon, Bobby and I were sitting in the living room talking when I took the next step.
"Bobby, do you understand love-making?" I asked.
"Of course, Dad," he blushed. "Everyone does."
"Do you understand that your Mom and I make love?" I asked.
Again he blushed. "Sure, Dad."
"But do you really? Do you really understand how tender loving sex occurs between a man and woman who love each other?"
"Uh, I guess."
"No, you don't Bobby. But you're going to find out tonight."
"What?"
"Tonight at exactly eleven o'clock I want you to get up from bed and come down here to the living room. Mom and I will be here, on the couch."
"Uh, uh, ...."
"Don't worry, it'll be nice for us and for you. You'll learn about love-making from an expert."
"Hey, cool Dad!"
"Ok, see you later."
The day seemed too long, but finally it was late evening and so far I had not informed Charlene what I had in mind as we bathed in preparation for making love. In those days, we often came down to the living room and made love on the couch so it was no big change for me to guide her downstairs. She was dressed in her sexiest things, while I just kept on a pair of boxer shorts.
For about ten minutes, we very gradually engaged in foreplay. I probed her cunt a little but mostly we just kissed. I worked up the kissing to a more feverish level as my eye caught sight of the time. I wanted her to be very hot and ready for what was to happen.
