No One Will Now

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Wes99

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I'm a divorced woman who has raised my son with no help from his father. Even though things were a little difficult for us at times, when I look back, I wouldn't trade anything for it. When my ex-husband and I got divorced I put my private life on hold and concentrated on raising my son. I didn't date and I didn't have any social life but that was ok. I focused on work. The only thing that I really missed was sex. I had my toys to help me when I was very horny but they certainly were no substitute for the real thing.

My son grew to be a very handsome young man and he was popular with girls. He was home from college and had made plans to meet-up with some of his friends to celebrate his twenty-first birthday and, like any caring mother, I told him not to drink too much and he just smiled and winked at me. He's not a heavy drinker like his father was and I was very glad of that.

I was in bed asleep and was awakened when I heard my son come in the house. It was a little after two a.m. in the morning. I guessed that he was still a little drunk from his night on the town with his buddies. I heard him turn on the shower and the shower door close with a heavy thud. I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't.

I listened to the shower running for a long time and I became concerned since I didn't hear any other sounds. I got out of bed to go and make sure that everything was alright. I tapped on the bathroom door several times but there was no response and when I tried the door it was unlocked so I went in. I could see that he was seated on the tile bench at the rear of the shower stall -- leaning against the wall and he was either asleep or passed out -- the shower spraying down on him.

I couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked, his body was muscular and I sucked in my breath as I looked at his penis. I was immediately embarrassed -- as his mother I shouldn't be looking, but I couldn't help it. It was in a flaccid state lying over on his thigh and looked to be at least eight inches long -- and as I remember, much longer than his father's cock.

I turned off the shower and tried to wrap a towel around his waist as I dried him off. He started to come out of it a little, at least enough to barely understand and move for me. I wanted to get him to his bed so I urged him to stand and put his arm over my shoulder. As he stood up the towel fell away exposing his beautiful cock to me once more but I tried, without luck, not to look.

It was a struggle but I we managed to make it to his bedroom and as we got to the side of the bed he slipped from my grasp and fell half-on and half-off the bed. When he fell his hand grabbed the sheer material of my sexiest nightgown and he ripped the front of it completely open and pulled me down on top of him in the process.

It happened so fast it surprised me and I could feel his warm body and damp cock on my belly as I tried to get my feet under me and stand up. I pulled my nightgown together the best that I could as I looked down on him. I was embarrassed until I realized that I was the only one that knew what had just happened. I lifted his legs to get him on the bed more and, as I did, I couldn't help but stare at his manhood. It had been a long time...years in fact since the last time that I'd seen a penis and I'd never seen one this beautiful -- I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I stood next to the bed and I wanted to touch it but had to remind myself that this was my son and it was a crazy idea.

I turned toward the bedroom door but before leaving the room I stopped to take one more look. I don't know what came over me but I thought to myself, no one will ever know what happens!

My lust, my desires, and my years of frustration seemed to boil over in me and I walked back to the edge of the bed and slipped off my torn nightgown and let it drop to the floor. I was in a sort-of momentary sexual fantasy. I cupped my right breast with my left hand and gently massaged it as I reached out with my other hand and gently let my fingers wrap around the flaccid shaft of my son's cock. It was warm and smooth and yet it felt full of life. I glanced up at my son's face and could see that he hadn't moved. My legs were trembling and feeling a little weak so I sat on the edge of the bed next to him fondling his cock. I don't know why I did it; other than all the years without sex overwhelming me.

I very gently, and slowly, let my fingers stroke his cock and I tried to remember the last time I'd felt a cock in my vagina and I couldn't.

I kept glancing at my son to make sure he didn't start to wake up or come-to and catch me fondling his penis. Suddenly I realized that his cock was getting hard under my touch and I felt my stomach tighten with desire and a little fear. My hand slipped from my breast and travelled down my body to my pussy. I had to keep from crying out as I started to rub my clitoris with my fingers. I was amazed at how wet my cunt was, I could feel my own moisture seeping from my vagina. I desperately needed to be fucked but I had to be content with what I had -- one of my vibrators.

My son's cock was hard and I had gently pushed the foreskin down exposing the pink, swollen head. There were long strings of clear pre-cum that had oozed out of his cock and stuck to my hand. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have a cock that beautiful fucking me. I glanced at my son and could see no change and I suddenly had a crazy thought, could I suck on it without him knowing? I couldn't believe that I was even considering it. I knew I should leave his room and go back to bed, but I couldn't. I was paralyzed by years of repressed sexual desire that had been building up inside me and were finally coming out. No one would ever know. I kept thinking to myself. I could suck on it for just a moment then I could go back to my bedroom and masturbate with my vibrator, I told myself.

I leaned forward and held his cock gently as I slipped my lips over the swollen head I could taste the silky pre-cum as I moved slowly up and down the hard shaft. I knew I was pushing my luck and I should go back to my bedroom. Just as I was about to stop I felt his hand on the back of my head forcing me further down on his cock. I completely panicked and I struggled to get up but his hand kept me there. I felt his other hand grip my breast and massage them as he fucked my mouth.

I was in an awkward position but I managed to struggle free and I stood up next to the bed looking at him -- I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to do. I wanted to run back to my room and yet I couldn't move. "I'm sorry," I stammered. "I don't know what happened, I just..."

He reached for my wrist and pulled me back onto the bed and said, "Don't worry, don't try to explain just don't stop."

"No," I said in a mild panic. "I'm really sorry...I should go...I shouldn't have..."

"Stop," he said as he pulled me closer to him. His genuine smile made me relax a tiny bit as he said, "There's no one here but you and me and whatever happens is just between us...it's nobody's business, what happens in this house, it's our secret. I drank a little too much tonight but I can still do what I've always wanted to do with you." He paused before he continued. "For years I've laid here in my bed listening to you masturbating. You thought I was asleep...but many times I wasn't. Most of the time I was masturbating along with you -- and you never knew it."

"Occasionally, over the past couple of years, I've even hidden in closets in your room a few times and watched lying on your bed with your vibrator working on your sweet looking pussy. All I ever wanted was to be the man between your legs that was fucking you. After you were asleep I would sneak out of your room and when I was in my own bed I would jack-off as I tried to imagine what it would feel like to fuck you."

I didn't know what to say as I sat on the edge of the bed looking at him. I never knew he felt that way about me. He put his hand on my thigh and rubbed it gently. The tips of his fingers were only inches from my pussy and, without realizing it; I spread my legs slightly as we looked into each other's eyes.

He gently moved his hand between my legs as his finger brushed against my swollen clitoris and any measure of resistance I might have had melted away. My knees were weak and my lower belly ached with desire -- the desire in the pit of my stomach that every, deeply aroused woman, knows. The desire that can only be satisfied by having strong and passionate sex with a man.

All the years that I went without sex had finally surfaced in me and I simply had no more willpower. I ached to feel a man's cock in my vagina, holding me, feeling his hot breath on my neck as he plunged himself in and out of me...whispering erotic things in my ear as his arms encircled me.

Even if that man was my own son...for this one time...it was right and I simply couldn't resist any longer.

He firmly pulled me up on his bed so that we were side by side and he continued to run a warm hand over my naked thighs -- each time working closer to my pussy. Finally he was gently running his fingers through my pubic hair. My breath was heavy with desire. With his hand he finally urged me to spread my thighs completely apart a clear act of my submission of my body to him as a man. With a handsome smile he looked deep into my eyes as he moved his body on top of mine. I put my arms on his back and closed my eyes and suddenly I could feel the head of his cock searching for the opening of my vagina. Wanting to savor every moment, my total focus was my body between my spread legs. I felt his swollen manhood as it parted my fleshy lips and begin to gently invade my hungry vagina. It had been a long time since a man's cock had entered my vagina and I know I was tight. For a brief moment it was a little unpleasant as his cock entered me. About half-way into my vagina the feeling was thrilling beyond explanation. I confess, it reminded me of the night so many years ago that I'd lost my virginity to his father.

My son began to fuck me slowly at first and my discomfort vanished very quickly -- being replaced with the small waves of pleasure that a penis entering and withdrawing from my vagina brings. I wondered how I could have done without this feeling for so long. It seemed so ironic that the last man's cock I had in my vagina was the father of the very man that was fucking me now.

It's difficult to express the jumble of emotions that were surging through me as my son fucked me...I felt as if I needed to make up all that I had missed over the years. I watched my son's face as we fucked and I listened to his heavy breathing and soft moans as my body and vagina gave him pleasure.

"Mother, you're such a good fuck!" He whispered in my ear. His words sent a small shockwave through me as I remembered how, long ago, his father loved to talk dirty to me as we fucked. I remembered that the harder he fucked me the dirtier his words got.

"Yes, tell me more," I groaned.

"I love the feeling of my cock in your beautiful, hot pussy!" He said softly. "I love fucking your naked body and most of all I love the feeling of being on the verge of cuming and emptying my swollen balls in your hot wet cunt!"

His words were so thrilling that all I could do was cry out loudly. Out tempo began to increase and he was driving his hard cock deeper into my vagina with each stroke.

"Can you feel my hard cock filling you completely?"

I nodded as another moan of pleasure escaped from my lips.

"Did you really hide and watch me masturbate?" I whispered.

"It started when I turned nineteen then it was every chance I could," he said in a husky voice. "I was so afraid you might catch me...I had to be very quiet...I knew that someday, somehow, I was going to fuck you!" He paused. "I knew that I had to feel what it was like to have my cock inside your sexy body as I fucked you!"

"Oh yes, fuck me hard baby!" I heard myself pleading with him. "Fuck me hard! Fuck your mother's pussy and cum deep inside me! There's so much I want to do! I've missed sex for so long," I said.

My son was hammering my pussy with hard, deep, delicious strokes. All I could do was thrust my hips back at him...to help to take him as deeply inside my body as I could.

"Were you really passed out in the shower...or...or was all of this part of your plan to fuck me?" I whispered.

He looked down at me and I knew the answer by the look on his face.

Suddenly, I was on the verge of losing all control to my orgasm. I was almost ready to go over the top. I could hear myself crying and moaning from the intense pleasure that I knew was about to explode inside me. My own sexual tension was stronger than I could ever remember feeling in my life. We kept fucking each other until I heard him groan loudly.

"Oh fuck! Mother fuck! I'm finally fucking you and I'm fucking cuming...NOW!" I heard him moan and I felt his body shudder and his cock start ejaculating wildly inside my vagina. With the first spurt of his hot cum my abdominal muscles contracted as my own orgasm overtook me. It was one of the most intense orgasms that I've ever had and it seemed to last longer than any I could remember. The waves of pleasure continued inside me as we remained in the same position and he fucked me slowly and caught his breath. In the gentle aftermath of his orgasm each time his cock would spasm it would trigger another mild orgasm in me. I had never been fucked like that before.

We fucked once more before we fell asleep and stayed in bed together for the rest of the night. In the morning I awoke first and I remember lying in bed just looking at him as he slept. Yes, I was conflicted by what had happened and it became obvious that we both wanted more and were willing to deal with any conflict.

My son and I taught each other so much. We explored together, we experimented in our sexuality, we even boldly stretched the boundaries at times. He showed me new and very erotic things that he learned from some of the women he dated and I showed him things I'd learned from what limited experiences I'd had. I showed him things that his own father would do to me.

What was the most wonderful part of it all was that we explored our sexuality together.

Eventually my son will get married, but for now, it is really a new beginning for both of us to enjoy.