I co-wrote this with "wildwifey" who is not only a sexy and wild woman but also a mother who shares very similar fantasies to mine. With that we developed this story that has mother and son incest, reluctance, being dominated, and so on. As always, all parties in this story are over 18 and no copies of this story can be made without the approval of both authors.
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Hi, my name is Erica and this is my story where my life has made a drastic change. Whether it's for better or for worse will be highly dependent on whom you ask. One thing is for sure, I personally think it changed for the better. It goes back from a very stressful day at work; the reasons for the stress are irrelevant to this story, but were the beginning of a chain of events that lead to an outcome that no one saw coming. Fate has a funny way of working things out, even if the solution goes against what society deems inappropriate.
Thinking back to that day I do recall saying these words to myself as I got home, "Its so nice to be home and finally relax. I just wish hubby were here to give me what I really need: a good pounding."
The fact is I love sex, and I love my husband. Bill is a wonderful lover and a caring spouse. Oh, and he's got a great cock and knows how to use it. However, his job as a CEO requires him to travel lengths at a time. This time he is all the way in India trying to work out the kinks in their support team for a new product they recently rolled out. Me personally I think they should just keep the support here in the U.S. But again, what do I know, I only work as a Director for the YMCA gymnastics department.
My job is something I won't bore you with the details for what I do day to day, but it does play into how I come to keep this body of mine. I am what most kids these days would call a MILF. I swear I am not being conceded here, it's just the way it is. Knowing my son Mark and all his horny little friends look at me when they THINK I am not looking (glass is known to have a reflection) I am known to give them a little shake here, bend over there, basically teasing the hell out of them. Thanks to gymnastics and Yoga I have the body that they drool over and I do not mind showing it off; don't mind at all!!
As far as my sexuality, even with my Catholic upbringing, I still have what you can call and edgier side to my persona. Pulling away from what my parents tried to instill in me I began to let loose and discovering my sexuality. Leaving home for college on a gymnastics scholarship I probably had more sex in those four years than most people do in their entire lives and I am okay with that. I really have no regrets; granted if I contracted a STD I may have felt different. However, with luck on my side (for I do hate condoms), I got stuff out of my system; sort of. Let's put it this way: after 4 years of just pure sexual bliss I was ready to settle down. With my degree and my job at the Y, I was ready to start my life and move forward.
Many years later here I am with my wonderful husband, and, with that, a very considerate and carrying son. Then with my husband being generously paid for his services, we are doing quite well for ourselves.
We are known to indulge but in my case I am not a big fan of fashion. I practically live in athletic gear. With that and the Yoga boom I practically live in Yoga pants also known as leggings. The choice is for comfort, but I would be lying if I don't go without underwear knowing I have some observers coming or living in the house. Hey, what's the harm right? Well you will find out later where karma will catch up to you.
Getting back to the story, I was back home after a very stressful day, and in need to relieve some stress. Since sex was not an option, and was not in the mood for self-pleasure (at the moment), I chose my no-sexual go to: yoga.
After doing classes for a year and now only at my home, I've been working toward a certification which will allow me to teach and hopefully open my own school one day. The main reason is gymnastics does have an age limit, and with Yoga you can do it well into your final days. Made the most sense, and has become a passion as well as a mission for me.
With the certification requiring 100's of hours of classes plus all the other steps, I've been getting closer and closer to my goal. In addition to my mentioned goal, I've also been working each day on harder positions. Today, I decided to work on "the Knot". It is a tricky pose, but one that is regarded with esteem within the yoga community. It also offers a plethora of personal benefits, which I'll get into later.
As I begin the mental preparation of clearing my mind, I work my way towards the bedroom which of course I have to pass my son's room to get there. Softly knocking I hear him with a strained voice saying "Yeah?"
"Hi Mark, just letting you know I am home. How about we order pizza later for dinner?"
"Sure mom, that sounds good."
"Great, listen I am going to my room to do some yoga. When I am done we can order."
"Okay mom"
Walking away towards the room I begin to grin for I know he is in there stroking his cock to some porn. I've caught him many times in the middle of jerking off and he always has a strained voice when he is aroused; he is also well hung just like his father. It's kind of cute actually: the situation, not his cock. Admitting to myself, it does turn me knowing what he is doing at this very moment in that room, just on the other side of the wall, and when I'm in serious need for stress relief. Seems like a waste of a good hard-on. Hell if I was drunk, feeling the way I do right now, I may take advantage of it, but being sober I continue past his room to mine.
As I get into the room I start to have a mental debate with myself about what I should wear if anything. I usually prefer to do Yoga naked, but with Mark in the house, if he needs to come in for some reason, it's a bad idea. So I compromise, I get naked, throw on some old Yoga pants that I really should throw out soon, put on a tube top, roll out the mat and begin the warm-up.
Well into my session and working up a good sweat, I begin to work on this more advance move. Let me try to explain it, for this move is a big part of why what happens later happens. The proper name is "Di Mario Knot" and if done right, especially in sex, it's phenomenal. The sexual part I admit is a big part of the reason I really want to master this move, and also for my certification. With it being one of my favorite positions during sex allows Bill to fuck me so hard and deep it makes me squirt every single time.
For those that want a description of the move, it goes like this:
1. You lay flat on your back
2. Lift one leg up to your chest and position your foot behind your head
3. Repeat the same move with the other leg
4. Lock your arms into your legs
In the final position, your arms are held in place by your legs and your face is almost directly in your own crotch. It's great for sex because it allows the other person to be in complete control with easy access to my entire body. It sounds tough and it is, but the really tough part is getting out of the pose.
So anyway, here I am in this position trying to relax, breath, and clear my mind. As I am reaching a meditation state, I feel a slight breeze from my open window drifting over my crotch. Looking down I see what starts as a small hole right in the crotch region of my of the yoga pants and with the position I am in, probably is going to get bigger.
