Mother of Sin

"Ah... ahh... This is my own son's cock. I feel like sucking it, licking it... I... I'm so debased. He's my son! But I really... can't stop..." I looked at my son lying before me. My right hand kept moving in and out, rubbing and squeezing. Pale yellow urine and sticky fluid dripped nonstop onto my thighs.

I mumbled incoherently under my breath. I didn't know how many times I'd already had orgasms, but every time I finished, an even greater emptiness hit me like a tidal wave.

I pulled off all of my son's blankets. Would this make him cold? But I couldn't care about that now. I just wanted to see my son's big cock, just look at it.

My son was wearing loose-fitting pajamas. I carefully pulled down his pants, glancing up at his face now and then. His eyes were still closed; he was sleeping soundly. It took some effort to get his pants down to his knees. Then, a long, black 6-inch penis sprang out. My face was so close that I could almost feel the heat from my son's erect cock.

Young people sure are full of energy. My son has always liked playing soccer, and every time he used to come home, I'd have to wash his soaked clothes and pants. Especially his underwear, which would be all sweaty and smell like urine. Thinking about it, my pussy started getting wet again. It felt like countless ants were crawling around in there. I wished so badly for a cock to slide in and itch.

I bent over, studying my son's big dick closely. Its massive head looked like a grape, and it was even dripping with something clear. I licked the drop off the tip, and it seemed to excite my son's cock, making it throb once. I quickly glanced at my son, relieved he didn't wake up.

I slowly inserted my right hand into my pussy, gently moving it back and forth. Each wave of pleasure hit my brain, and before I knew it, my wet lips had opened. I took my son's thick cock into my mouth, feeling its warmth spread inside me. It was so hot; my saliva started pooling around my son's dick. I lapped at it with my tongue, keeping my lips tight to stop the drool from escaping. I could feel my son's cock growing harder and warmer with each lick.

"Forgive me, my son, I can't take it anymore!" My fingers began working rhythmically inside his overflowing hole, while my head moved up and down on his cock. With each movement, I flicked my tongue along its shaft, like savoring a lollipop.

"Ah... Ahh... Your cock tastes so good... so hot... mmmmf, please forgive me, you must forgive me this once. Ah... ahh... what a lewd bitch I am..."

Suddenly, I felt his cock twitching as waves of scorching semen blasted into my mouth. It was so hot, it felt like it could melt through my lips. I had no choice but to close my mouth tightly, swallowing all the semen mixed with saliva at once. The acrid taste of his cum filled my mouth, its slimy texture utterly revolting.

The son's hand suddenly twitched. Startled, I quickly dressed him, covered him with a blanket, and left the room.

The next morning when I woke up, my husband had already gone to work. Sunlight was streaming into the room. As I opened my eyes, I saw the door slowly opening. It was my son.

"Mom, are you awake?" My son called softly as if sneaking up on me, which seemed strange. Why so secretive in our own home? Had he grown so distant from his mother since starting school? Poor little guy. I decided to make some delicious meals to reward him today, considering how tough it must be for him to be at school all day.

"Mom? Mom?" He called again gently, approaching my bed. Feeling playful, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, planning to give him a little scare.

"M...Mom." Before he could say more, I felt a hand suddenly press against my breast, gently rubbing. A thrill of fear ran through me, but I soon realized it had to be my son. Good heavens, why is he touching my breasts?

I cracked open my eyes and saw my son with one hand on my breast and the other working his own erection. His cock, exposed to the sunlight, was more defined than ever--dark and veiny, with his foreskin sliding up and down, covering and revealing his pink head. He was looking at my white thighs and muttering to himself.

I didn't know what to do. If I wake up now, how will I face my son? I decided to watch and wait. Maybe he'll leave in a moment.

His hand searched through my clothes, but when he couldn't find what he was looking for, he started unbuttoning my nightshirt one by one. What a bold child! Who encouraged him to do this? I'm his mother! My son carefully watched my eyes. Pretending to still be asleep, I felt the stirring inside me as my wetness grew again, so much that it soaked through my underwear. His hands pulled open my nightshirt, exposing my breasts. They were so large, that his small hand could barely cover one. The touch of his soft palm against my breast was incredibly pleasurable. His fingers gently caressed me, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. Sometimes, he would play with my nipple, making it stiffen and grow even harder than usual.

Soon, I felt a warm, moist sensation around my nipple. Opening my eyes slightly, I saw our son hungrily sucking on it. His tongue circled the nipple, while saliva dripped onto my breast, feeling cold to the touch.

Our son's other hand wasn't idle either, still stroking my penis. The tickling sensation from his tongue was almost unbearable. Unable to resist, I turned over onto my back, bending my knees. Startled by the sudden change, our son tumbled off the bed. What a foolish child! Why be afraid of his own mother?

Seeing my exposed breasts, his softened penis quickly hardened again. He slowly lifted the notebook cover, revealing my white triangular underwear soaked with wetness. Through the fabric, he could see the dark outline of my lips and pubes. Curiosity got the best of him, and he leaned in closer to my crotch.

"Don't look there," I thought to myself, "It's really smelly." But my son's breath kept hitting my private area, and more wetness kept flowing out.

To my surprise, my son pulled aside the underwear covering my crotch. My wet, swollen lips were now fully exposed to him.

Ah... Ahh... That feels so good. My son, this is where you came from over a decade ago. Do you want to revisit your old haunt? You're being naughty. Mommy needs to teach her perverted son a lesson, I thought over and over. The idea of my son watching me in my most intimate place made me feel like I was being tickled all over.

Suddenly, something soft and smooth touched my lips. My whole body tensed up as if I'd been electrocuted. Oh my God, my son was licking my pussy! No way! Son, I'm your bloody mother, we can't do this kind of thing.

Once, twice, his licks grew more frequent and faster. Sometimes he'd stick his tongue inside me and swirl it around. How could I handle such temptation? I felt like I was flying, suddenly thrust into a foggy cloud.

"Ahh... Ah..." Slowly, moans started slipping from my mouth. It felt too good. I stopped caring who was in front of me; I just wanted a big cock to slide into my pussy and thrust in and out, then cover my face and body with its come.

"Stop pretending, bitch!" I thought my husband had come back; scared, I sat up, but realized it was only my son speaking.

Oh God, why would my son say such things...?