Peeing on Mom Mom's Side of Story

I'm Barbara, Stevnmom/Steve's mom. Yep, going to tell my side. He wrote all his stories in journals, but I didn't read them. They were all labeled "My Literotica Stories by Stevnmom" I looked up the site and couldn't believe he published for all to see! We have crossed that line but I couldn't believe my eyes. He was pretty open and while I read all of his stories "Peeking on Mom" was the one that got me thinking I would tell my side. He must have a childish infatuation I didn't see in person but his account of the events seemed as though it was from a mommy's boy viewpoint and he's definitely not a mommy's boy.

I was a good mom, taking care of my children was top priority. i didn't work until they were old enough to handle simple tasks and be trusted enough to not burn the damn house down if they ended up alone at home for whatever reason. When the time came I returned to my old job working second shift. Their dad worked third shift so they were rarely home alone.

The 2nd and 3rd shift's didn't allow much time for me and their dad to do much together. Seemed like we were either working or sleeping, needless to say sex was extremely rare! (Moving a bit farther along the timeline) Michael, the oldest was leaving for college and Steven finally ended up with a room of his own! He would be home a couple of years before the big decisions came his way, you know, college, work, marriage... adulthood!

Steve was a good kid. He was transitioning to manhood quite effortlessly.

As a mom and a woman I had my interests. I loved reading romance novels and had a little hidden collection of sex books, not the kind with pictures other than a sexy drawing on the cover. I'd been reading those late at night usually because once a teenager falls asleep you can't wake them with anything short of a fire alarm. I'd always check to make certain Steven was asleep when I'd get home around eleven fifteen or so at night and several times throughout the night.

I'd relax a bit with a cup of Coffee and the newspaper before doing housework at night. Working three to eleven reverses days and nights you might say. Housework done and a shower followed. All of that behind me it would become "me" time.

I would look in on Steven before digging out my sex novel/novels. When looking in on him I couldn't ignore how grown up he'd became. He surely was becoming a man.

I can't hide the fact I'd gotten into young guys and older women stories, It took me back to how oversexed their dad was when we were younger. I was soon to be forty and I think I was hornier then than when i was younger. Men and women peak sexually at very different times in their lives. A young man and older woman makes for awesome sex enjoyed immensely by both participants.

One particular night I was reading a short story Forum book with numerous topics and while the stories were short they were all very stimulating. They were categorized by topics and the one that stood out most to me was "Incest"! Needless to say it was a kick starter for me. The first mom/son I read made my mind race, being a mom with two boys I just couldn't finish it,,,at first!

I looked in on my sleeping son and thought "No fucking way!" I poured myself a glass of wine and sat to read a more standard romance book but the thought of the Mom/son story was soon back in my trembling hands. I didn't start reading immediately, I just looked at the title while sipping my wine. I poured a second, tall glass of wine and flipped back to the story. "Fuck it" I thought as I cautiously started to read. It was about a young man that secretly craved his mother. She was the focus of his masturbation. The mom didn't realize it but her habit of wearing comfortable night clothes that were ever so slightly revealing was having a stimulating effect on her son.

The young man began hugging her and pressing his swollen manhood into her or "accidentally " he would touch her tit or ass. He would lean over her from behind and press his hard cock against her ass and linger just a bit longer than necessary sometimes giving a little grind against her.

The frequency of these encounters increased and over a short while mom started to enjoy it as well. Clothes got more revealing. Her actions around him became sultry and sexy. She would press back when feeling his hard-on against her. It became a mutual game until inevitably they couldn't play around any more.

By this point in the story my hand was in my crotch fingering my pussy and I don't think I realized it until I started shaking in orgasm. I made low moaning sounds for sure and was quite relieved when I checked and Steven was sound asleep.

I didn't see a lot of my son during the week to be honest. He was a senior in high school and I was gone to work when he was home or he was in bed asleep. At his age he spent his weekends with friends. Me and his dad caught up on necessary home maintenance and things like that. The three of us did have Sunday dinner to use while catching up on events of the past week.

It was sinful where my thoughts would go at the dinner table looking at Steven and listening while he spoke. The mom/son stories I had made a part of my late night reading helped fuel those thoughts. After dinner we three would watch a movie, a ball game or whatever might be on one of the three channels we could pick up with our rabbit ear TV. (We lived on the outskirts of town and cable service hadn't reached us yet).

Steven would go to bed around ten o'clock and his dad tired from all his chores fell asleep on the couch. I'd read a book and sip some wine and fall asleep in my recliner. I kept my "special" reading material tucked away and only read those at night after getting home from work.

Over a short period of time I started inserting myself into the moms position in the stories and a bit further on it would be me and Steven. Occasionally when checking on my son I would walk into close enough proximity to hear him breathing and watch the rise and fall of his chest and notice the hump in the blankets just below his waist. Fantasyland took over my brain and I'd retreat back to my wine, book and the comfort of my chair.

Soon I was feeling overly sexy and started dressing in revealing night clothes. I'd pamper myself after my shower rubbing body lotions into my skin and hoping my son could see it in progress. I'd check on him late at night walking into his room wearing something sexy and at times nothing at all. I was confident enough some nights that he was asleep and I would stare at him and finger my pussy and massage my tits.

One night after school for him was finished I was going through what was now my regular routine. I'd hear a muffled cough or low snoring sound come from his room. I'd switch on the hallway light and look in on him. His "sleep" breath rate was a bit quicker than what I had became accustomed to when I'd observe him sleeping late at night. A bit surprised and enthused his cock was exposed and it was hard and a bit bigger than I expected. I admired it a moment and was wondering what he may be dreaming about to arouse him so. I took a quick glance back in his direction and went back to my routine. I made my movements a bit more seductive and lingered a bit before lights out and going to bed.

I discovered little sex novels at a store in a neighboring town. It wasn't an Adult Bookstore but it had a section for adults seeking sexy reading material. I purchased one Titled " Lusty Mom" and another called "Hustler True Letters." I read the paperback first and knew it was pure fiction but envisioned myself and my son as the stories main characters which added a touch of reality in my head.

The "True Letters." paperback was filled with short letters from all kinds of people with a large variety of fetishes and perversions. All ranges of incest were covered. One that really aroused me described how a mom seduced her son. She worked her charms over a period of days taking various steps toward her ultimate goal of fucking the main object of her constant state of arousal. I related to that letter so I was feeling more emboldened knowing I wasn't alone and the goal was attainable.

I was really toying with the idea of seducing my own son. I knew it was wrong but just the thought was creeping from the back of my mind to the forefront. Ideas of how became overwhelming and I started changing my routine slightly night after night. One particular night, rum and cola replaced my usual wine.

A drink or two down, shower fresh. "Man that drink was strong, maybe another!" I thought.

I applied my body lotion and did it in a manner I figured to be seductive as hell. As usual I'd prop up one leg after the other to rub in the lotion. This night however I slowed the pace hoping I may have had eyes on me. With that thought and a What the fuck attitude I lowered the towel from my body.I did it slowly and meticulously. I'd pinch my nipples to make them hard, I massaged lotion into my fleshy ass cheeks slowly. I got really brazen and turned facing Steven's direction and held the lotion above my tits and squeezed the bottle forcing a stream down over my tits one at a time. I rubbed the lotion into my tits, mostly fondling them and then down my slightly fleshy tummy and dipped my hand between my thighs while licking my lips. Unfortunately, or fortunately the alcohol in my system while fueling my actions also extinguished a bit of the flame. I decided enough was enough this night and put on a slinky black gown and retreated to my bed and masturbated myself to sleep.

P. 2

Steven was gone when I woke up I suppose hanging out with his friends. Since school was finished for him I expected him to live a bit while deciding on his future. I just hoped for him to be safe and smart with all the spare time on his hands.

While I was preparing for work and going over the previous night's activity. I dug a couple lingerie items out in preparation for the final phase of my seduction of my son. My mind was very clear and unquestioning of my actions. Softly to myself I said, "Im going to fuck Steven tonight like a paid whore."

My shift at work ended and I think I drove a bit quicker than normal to get home and put my ad lib plan in motion. Ad lib I say because I was just going to go with my horny feelings taking the lead.

The first thing I did after his Dad left for work was look in on Steven. I switched on the hall light and could see he was home safe and asleep. I decided to leave the light on so I could see clearly when I looked in and subconsciously hoped it may even wake him later on. I mean, the thought of him catching me "performing" made me shiver in anticipation of that scenario playing out.

Along with my shower items i gathered up the lingerie I'd decided on and went to the bathroom. I showered and did my lotion in the bathroom. I had no doubt in my mind about following through. I was so set in my mind I didn't even toy with the thought of an alcoholic beverage to blame my actions on. I love my son but didn't want to make love to him. I wanted to fuck him mercilessly like a common street whore. I wanted to feel his cock filling my cunt. Yes I was feeling like a full blown slut and wanted to viciously fuck my son. He's a man now and a good looking, young, virile man.

Every move I made from this point on would be to make his cock hard and his mind not question anything. Any 18 year old hetero male that was watching me tonight would want the same outcome whether it was from his own mom or whoever was my thinking.

Without even a deep breath and zero hesitation I picked up my seduction supplies and exited the bathroom completely naked glancing through Stevens door with a sneaky smile on my lips. My pace was slow and intentional.

I stopped in my usual spot and stretched a bit after laying the garments in the chair. I stood contemplating my next move and hoping above all else Steven was getting an eye full. I looked in his direction. He was mostly uncovered and his cock was out in the open.

I slowly put on a white bra and cupped my tits while turning slowly from side to side. Next I rolled on a pair of white hold up stockings and seductively straightened the tops so the lace was positioned properly. Basically just movements to enhance the view. Now a pair of white lace bikini panties. The darkness of my bush was visible through the material. I slowly turned straightening this and that and stealing glances in Steven's direction. I could see his cock was clearly hard and assumed he was awake and watching the show. At least that was what I was hoping.

I stepped away from view for a minute to change into my "Fuck Me" outfit. I put on a strapless black longline bra with made in garter straps that pushed up my tits and left my dark nipples exposed over the top. I slipped on black stockings with a seam down the back and clipped them to the garter clips. I picked up a pair of black panties I was going to wear over tthe garters for easier removal later and thought, "Hell with these!" and tossed them into a chair. I stepped back to my posing position and herd a muffled sound from Steven and looked in. He was on his back uncovered and his cock was pointing almost vertical and I could see it glistening pre cum in the light from the hall.

I was pretty sure he was awake at this time but he was clearly trying to hide that fact. I decided doing my housework in my outfit would embolden him enought to "wake up" and maybe venture into the living room and "catch " me. Minutes of this charade went on and eventually one of my glances his way caught his eyes open and his fist wrapped firmly around his cock.

"That's it, time to move." I whispered to myself as I slowly walked into his room. Clearly he was stroking his cock. His eyes were shut and I was really enjoying this part of the game. I sat quietly in his desk chair in the darkness and watched him tug and pull slowly on his dick. My hand found my wet pussy and we were frigging ourselves simultaneously. I was getting aggressive in my movements and I dont know if he could hear my handiwork but I could. I had my first orgasm in that chair and decided to watch him a few minutes from the darkness.

I halfway wanted to see him cum. I wanted to see if it shot into the air or if it just flooded and oozed from the head. I wanted to see how much he would cum. I figured at his age I could have him hard again in short order and then fuck the hell out of him at that time.

"No" I said to myself as I reached and stopped his motions by grabbing his wrist. I replaced his hand with mine and his eyes opened.

This is where I think a lot of his imagination took his writing to a different level with the mommy, baby talk. That's just him telling it his way.

With his eyes wide open and staring into my eyes the lust was evident. We both wanted to fuck for sure. It didn't matter if we were mother and son in the least. I released my grip on his cock and attacked his mouth with my own and we both tried to jam our tongues down the others throat. I gave in and his tongue shot into my mouth licking my teeth, my tongue and out around my lips. I returned my tongue into his mouth and tried going down his throat before licking the entire insides of his mouth.

When our mouths separated I had trouble catching my breath. Steven tried to speak but I slapped my hand over his mouth and said "shhhh," as I licked and kissed my way down his body. No, I didn't stop at his cock, I kissed all the way to his toes and worked my way back up taking in every inch of his young, firm body. I rolled him onto his stomach and kneeled between his spread legs.

I felt his muscular features with my hands first and followed by licking and kissing every firm inch of the backside of his body. After finishing at his feet I stood and told him " Turn over". I walked across the room and flipped on the overhead light. "Fuck the darkness, we gotta see this." I said as I slowly sauntered back to his bed. I threw his blankets in the floor and crawled between his legs. While staring into his eyes I lowered my mouth to his cock and licked it from the base to the head and back a few times without breaking eye contact. I wanted to swallow his cock but didn't want to break eye contact or make him cum anywhere but in my pussy. No way at his age could he hold it much longer.

I stopped my assault with my mouth and positioned myself over his hard cock. I lowered myself time after time until the head of his cock brushed my pussy. Yes I was fucking teasing, not just him but myself as well. I'd rub his tip up and down my slit spreading moisture and tickling my clit. Without another thought when the time was right I positioned his cock at my entrance and once I was certain of the angle I let myself drop burying his cock in me to the base. I didn't raise and lower myself on him I just remained motionless and squeezing his cock with the muscles in the walls of my cunt.

The eruption of cum felt enormous. it felt like it was punching my insides. I remained there through his convulsions allowing my pussy to swallow every drop that came out of his young cock. It warmed my insides. Just as his convulsions quit mine began. My body jerked and shook, my cunt clawed at its invader and was seemingly sucking his dick dry. We still hadn't really spoken but questions filled his eyes. I pressed a finger to his lips before crawling off and going to the bathroom where I retrieved a towel. I returned to his bedside and wiped the sweat from his face and mine.

I again walked from the room and returned with two glasses of water. "Drink, its going to be a long night, six hours until your dad gets home." I told him as my mouth approached his limp cock.

P. 3

I slowly swallowed his limp cock to his balls tasting our combined cum. I licked his cockhead inside of its foreskin sheath. The taste was very strong there so I ran my tongue beneath the skin cleaning it thoroughly. The stiffening began so I drew back the skin and focused on the head occasionally probing my tongue into the piss slit making Steven moan. Soon he was rigid and I was doing my best to deepthroat his seven inches, a very thick seven inches at that because it stretched my lips quite wide.

I figured one more load and it would take a bit of effort on his part to work out a third load. The thought of a long hard fuck made me suck with purpose. I wanted to taste his cum but also wanted a long hard fucking. I managed getting my nose buried to his pubic hair with a bit of gagging. That made me fucking hornier and I started making him fuck my face. I grabbed his hands and placed them on the back of my head and as if on cue he started thrusting his hips while pushing my head into his crotch.

A few gags and gurgles and he was unloading into my throat while he held my head not allowing me to retreat. No way was I pulling back but liked the idea of him in control. His cock went limp in my mouth and to my surprise he flipped me over backwards and dived face first into my cunt licking and slurping like he was starved.

I returned the favor and grabbed his head while thrusting my pelvis into his face. He grabbed my legs and forced them towards my chest spreading my cunt wide. I jerked when his tongue hit my clit and once he discovered the sensitivity of it he sucked it between his teeth and gently nibbled at it making me squirm and shake. My body was quaking when his mouth left my pussy and his tongue darted into my asshole making me actually whine like a low scream. Ass play wasn't part of the game plan but damn I wasn't complaining. He licked and spit on my hole and probed it with his finger and licked and spit some more.

His mouth left my hole as he was crawling forward still holding my legs to my chest. His mouth found my tits and he worked my nipples until they throbbed and burned. My brain was so focused on the pleasure his mouth was providing I didn't pay attention he had positioned his hard again cock at my anal opening until the head made its painful entry. I bit my lip but I didn't resist. I may have cried a bit but I didn't try to stop him. His dad assfucked me one time years before but it wasn't something we as a couple were into so I was relatively untrained in receiving cock at the rear entrance.