Caution--She is not a double D, He is not 8 1/2 inch plus, They will do no ANAL, there will be no force. They are over 18 and on birth control and STD free.
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It was about two one morning while heading to the bathroom for a pee that I noticed my son Jack's door was open. The bed lamp was still on. He was sitting on his bed his back supported by pillows against the headboard. His laptop computer was on his lap. Jack was however sound asleep. I tiptoed in and picked up the computer planning to put it on his desk and then turn it off if I could figure out how.
Moving the computer caused it to come alive. Being naturally nosy I looked to see what he had been looking at. I found it to be a chat room and after a couple of minutes more I found it to be one where people sometimes teamed up for cyber sex. I also figured out that his moniker was ''littlejack'' which had been for a long time his family nickname.
Jack and I had always gotten along great but we often teased and played tricks on one another. Unusual for a mother/son relationship I know. It only took me a few seconds to decide that this was one tease opportunity too good to pass up. I made note of the web address and Jack's screen name then turned off the computer and slipped from the room.
The next morning I dreamed up and posted a profile which pretty much matched the real me but with of course a different real name and location. I called myself 'mommajean'. Jean was my middle name. I did not mention my age. I posted a cartoon picture of a comely female kneeling with her hand between her thighs which I stated was indicative of the real me. I then spent several hours in the chat room getting aquatinted with the key words and the typical lines of chatter.
Perhaps I should take a minute to introduce myself and my son. I am a 47 year old divorcee of some 10 years named Norma. I am 5' 6" and weigh about 125 pounds. My hair is dark brown and my measurements are 34B-28-36. I'm told my legs are sexy. If they are it is the result of a thirty minute run every other evening. My teeth are regular and my skin and features are decent.
As I did this I had no motive other than to tease. Any thought of sex with my son had never even remotely crossed my mind.
Jack was twenty five. He is almost six feet tall and weighs about one hundred eighty pounds. His hair is sandy and after three years in the Infantry is fit and trim. As to the size of his instrument of pleasure I have never measured it. Other than that I won't comment.
He was by no means a male shrinking violet and had bedded his fair share of young ladies. I had never noticed any sign of sexual interest toward me either.
Sexually I've not had many partners. Nine to be exact. Four female and three male including my husband before marriage. One male and one female with whom we had what is usually called 'a swinging relationship'.
Meanwhile I have found an internet source of good quality very effective toys. Since my divorce they had been my main source of sexual pleasure. Actually then it might be true that more of my sex has been with myself than with either sex,
Anyhow it took a couple of days to make contact with ''littlejack'' but I did finally by saying to him something like "I wonder if ''littlejack'' is really little."
His reply was. "That's for me to know and you to find out." With that beginning out of the way we gradually got into some nice discussions. Since it seemed to be important to him I soon let him know my age. That seemed to peak his interest in me.
He introduced me to Literotica and I found myself becoming quite interested in the incest tales. Soon I realized that I was seeking out the mother son stories. A few days later as we were getting bolder with our innuendoes I asked about his mother.
He spoke first of my hair and weight and age then a day or so later about my body. He loved my tits he said along with my near perfect ass and mentioned that my legs went right up to there. A few days later he admitted that while not obsessed with his mom that he would by no means 'kick her out of my bed'.
I replied. "I certainly hope that if the time came that I ended up in my son's bed I certainly hope that he would not kick me out of bed, unless we needed the extra room that the floor provides. Ha. Ha."
As I heard him speak of an apparent sexual interest in me I began to contemplate what sex with my son might be like.
As time went on we discussed our histories and our unfulfilled desires. He loved the fact that I had done the girl on girl stuff and that my brother and I had once copulated several times.
"Do you have hope of ending up in your son's bed?" He asked.
"Hope? Not quite the right word. An idea worth considering might be a better way of putting it.
"You your mothers?" It was some time before he replied. Then.
"I would like very much to have any sexual interlude with her, but I can't make the leap in my mind to accept that it is OK to do. After all it is incest."
"Yes." I replied "But it would be between two consenting adults."
"There is that." My son replied. "I will have to think on it. On the other hand it's all academic, I certainly have no reason to think that she has any interest in sex with me."
When I had started this little farce, as I stated earlier, I did not have any sexual interest in my son either. However each day I found myself looking more and more looking forward to the contact. As I began to think about our conversations and think about what it might be like I found myself often walking around with a wet pussy. I thought for a minute then typed back.
"How do you know? If she does there are undoubtedly clues around that you have missed. For example how does she dress around you? Something sexy out of context would be a clue. How about her masturbation. What does she do for excitment? What does she look at? Porno? Young men your age?" Become a spy.
"Meanwhile." I asked. "Have you done anything to show her that you have some interest in that direction?"
"No. I guess not. Just how might I do that?"
"Well. Just pretend that she is not your mother. That it is a woman who is close and toward whom you have developed some desire. Need I say more?"
He didn't answer for a couple of long minutes then he answered.
"No. I get it. Thanks." With that we signed off. It was about eleven PM.
Although this had started as a prank as each day passed I was beginning to find myself seriously considering it and it's ramifications. I got into my bed that night naked holding a penis shaped dildo in my hand. It entered me without effort and as I fucked myself with it Jack's face was attached to it.
The next morning I was naked under my nylon robe as I served Jack his breakfast. He did not comment on my dress but when he kissed me good-bye he had his hand on my side just below my waist. My lack of underwear should have been very apparent to him.
From the divorce I received about two million in cash. It having been properly invested I am now a middle aged lady of leisure. I had a tennis date with some friends but I definitely was not on my game that day. At lunch I got some sharp questions as to the chance that there was now a lover in my life.
I spent the afternoon in contemplation ending up with a decision to 'push the envelope' a bit. When Jack got home I was dressed a bit more daringly with an extra button on my blouse undone showing another inch or two of my unconfined boobs. Even more should I bend over. I also left a porn video tossed casually on my bed.
I didn't go on-line that evening but Jack managed to touch me a half dozen times once on my ass. It being early July it didn't get dark till late. Jack disappeared into his room early so when it got dark I got into our pool in my altogether. When Jack came down fifteen minutes or so later ready to swim and noted my nakedness. I explained myself by saying that I thought that he had gone out.
After a few minutes Jack said. "OK. There is plan A and plan B. Plan A is that I get naked and skinny dip with you. Plan B is that you get your suit on."
I hesitated a proper amount of time then said. "Let's go with plan A."
Jack turned his back then dropped his trunks to the ground and dove into the pool giving me only a very brief glance at his privates. He swam past me to the far end of the pool then turned swam to the deep end then returned to where I was in the five foot section.
He stood looked at me smiled then did one of those hand squirts some people know how to do. The water squirted me right in the eye. Naturally I couldn't let that go so I did an open palm splash in revenge and we were off. Suddenly he disappeared under water.
I knew what was coming and tried to escape but he managed to catch then trip me up so seconds later we were wrestling. We were howling with laughter as our naked slippery bodies were rubbing together. I don't think either of us was trying very hard to escape.
We both managed to cop a few feels as we wrestled. Eventually we paused and stood panting with excitment before reluctantly letting go the other's body part.
Finally my senses returned. Just as Jack reached to take me in his arms I said to him between gasps.
"No Jack. Not tonight. We've gone quite far enough for tonight. Sometime maybe, possibly, but not tonight. Let's make sure that we both want this. OK?"
It took my son a while to answer then he said. "OK mom. After all, 'mother knows best'. Right?"
"Right." I said as I hurried off to my room to solve the problem of my throbbing cunt. I brought myself to a monstrous orgasm then a lesser one before calming my body with a hot/cool shower. Later I sat at my computer to see if 'littlejack' was active.
He was. After a few greetings I asked. "Anything new with you?"
"Nothing major. I've been searching and spying and found some interesting things. I've been a little 'touchy-feely' and met no resistance which I consider a good sign. How about you."
