It all started two weeks ago when I was planning for a costume party I'd been invited to. I really enjoyed the movie "Batman and Robin", so I decided to go as Poison Ivy. At 40 years old, 5'5" tall, with long red hair and green eyes, I figured I was halfway there anyway. Besides, my 36D-26-36 figure should fill out the costume nicely. I decided to go with the first outfit she wore, basically a green, leafy swimsuit with sheer green stockings and sleeves, with a half-wreath of flowers in my hair and appliques over my eyes. Pale green fingernails would complete the effect. I got everything I needed and decided to let Pete, my 18 year-old son, evaluate and critique my work. At 5'9", 165 lbs, with a slim, muscular body and pretty, blue eyes, Pete would make a good Robin to compliment my Poison Ivy.
"Easier than getting yourself a date, again" I chided myself.
Pete's father had been gone for a couple of years, and since that time I'd dedicated myself to raising him, but his father and I had always been hot for each other all the time, and going totally without had been extremely hard. Now that Pete was 18, especially, the old desires were returning stronger than ever. Part of the problem was that none of the guys I knew compared with Pete's father, except for Pete himself, of course.
I sighed deeply and shook my head. I'd think about it later. Right now I needed to get into costume and get downstairs before Pete decided to go out. I quickly stripped out of my clothes but then paused, examining myself in the full-length mirror on my bedroom door. Not bad. Not bad at all, I decided. Everything still firm and taut, the results of my daily workouts. I ran my hands over my breasts, caressing the nipples. It felt good. Too good. I did it again, this time pausing to lightly pinch and tug on my nipples. I began to feel the familiar warmth and tingling between my legs. I sat back on the bed and let my right hand drift down between my thighs while I continued caressing my breasts with my left hand. I gently ran a finger along my pussylips and over my clit. As I made contact with my clit, a shudder raced through my body. Settling back on the pillows, I began sliding my fingers back and forth over my pussy, around and over my clit. As my excitement increased, I began sliding one, then two fingers up into my pussy, finally bringing my other hand down to caress my clit, while I pumped my fingers in and out of my pussy. An intense orgasm quickly swept over me, drenching my fingers with my cum as they continued pumping my pussy, which was contracting around them over and over. I fought to keep from screaming with pleasure as I pumped and stroked my way through three more orgasms, each more intense than the one before.
Finally, I forced myself to stop. Whew! I thought, it HAS been too long! Way too long! But, I'd have to worry about that later. I showered and quickly slipped into my costume. I then took the time to go over all the little details, getting everything just right. The final touch was the sequined ivy leaf in the palm of each hand. Since naturally I didn't have any 'pheromone dust', I sprayed each one very liberally with my sexiest perfume.
At last I was ready. I examined myself in the full-length mirror. Wow! The effect was absolutely stunning, not to mention incredibly sexy. I smiled as I thought about the effect this might have on Pete. How would he react to seeing his mother like this? Would his cock get big and hard? I was sure it would, since I'd seen him looking at me in a less than innocent way lately, even though I didn't have anything nearly this sexy on. If shorts and a tank top did that to him, what would this little ensemble do? Would it get him so hot that he wouldn't care that I'm his mother and...Colleen! I snapped myself out of it. He's your son! But he is a sexy, attractive young man, and it's been so long... I shook my head to clear it and headed downstairs.
Just as I reached the bottom of the stairs, Pete strolled out of the kitchen and into the living room. He saw me and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Hi there" I purred, slipping into character.
"Wow! Mom, you look incredible!" he finally said. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and as he spoke, I could see the front of his shorts bulge out as his cock was obviously hardening rapidly beneath the fabric. I licked my lips. I walked over to him, rolling my hips seductively, still in character.
Feeling mischievous, and more than a little turned on, I cooed "You're not getting all excited over lil' ole me, are you?" and jiggled my breasts as I looked at his bulge.
"Well, yeah, I mean, I can't help it, I mean, who wouldn't, that is..." he stammered.
"You seem to be having a little trouble concentrating. Let me help." I purred. As I spoke, I raised my hand, palm up, between us and blew across it. The perfume I'd soaked the leaf with filled the air. Pete breathed deeply and moaned, and I noticed the bulge in his shorts throb.
"Mmmmm, mom, what is that perfume?"
"Kiss me, and I'll tell you." I purred, the line from the movie fitting perfectly. He moved toward me, and as I took him into my arms to kiss him, I felt his cock press against my lower belly. The kiss wasn't fatal, like in the movie, but it was fateful. It was most definitely not a motherly kiss. I had intended that it would be the type of kiss in the movie, soft and lingering briefly. When our lips met, however, the kiss, combined with the sensation of his cock pressing against me through the fabric of our clothes, was too much for me. I hugged him tightly to me, pressing my breasts against his chest, grinding my hips against his cock. As for the kiss, my lips parted, I used my tongue to part his lips, then thrust my tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply, passionately, running my tongue in and out, around and around. I felt his body go stiff with surprise even as his cock grew stiffer between us.
When I finally broke the kiss, he stammered, "M-Mom! What's going on?"
"My garden needs tending, and you have just the tool for the job." I purred, caressing his cock through his shorts. "Aren't you interested?" I asked, already knowing, and feeling, the answer.
"Well, yeah. I mean, of course! That is, I've fantasized about you for a long time, but I never thought that I..., that we..."
I placed a finger to his lips. "Well, you will, and we are." I pulled him to me and kissed him deeply again. This time he responded enthusiastically. I couldn't believe what I was suggesting, what I was doing. After all, this was my son!
Still, I couldn't deny the fact that I too had been fantasizing about this for a long time. Even though I tried to deny it, pretend that my fantasy lover was some faceless stranger, he was and always had been Pete. It was my son I had dreamed of while masturbating, my son's cock I had imagined in my pussy, my son's tongue I had dreamed of on my clit. Deep down I had always known it, but I had tried to deny it. Now that it was coming true, I was thrilled. I took him by the hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom.
Once there, I stripped off his t-shirt and shorts, then slowly peeled off his underwear, revealing his beautiful cock. It was as magnificent as I had imagined it would be. Just the way I love, well-sized without being overly large. Perfect for me. Made for me. Made by me. I grasped it gently, feeling it throb in my hand.
Pete moaned softly, "Oh, mom, I've wanted this for so long, but I never thought it would happen."
I smiled and laid him back on the bed. I chuckled to myself that I was still in full costume and he was completely naked. I knelt between his legs and leaned forward. Locking eyes with him, I parted my lips, and slowly took his cock all the way into my mouth, deep-throating him on the first stroke. My son groaned and his head rolled back. If he thought it was good so far, he hadn't seen anything yet. It had been so long since I had been with a man that I was more than ready. I wanted to make this the best for him. I held him like that, inside my mouth, and ran my tongue over and around the head and shaft of his cock, as he moaned and looked into my eyes. I giggled at the thought of the sight he was seeing. Not only was he watching Poison Ivy suck his cock, but he was also watching his mother suck his cock!
As he watched, I slowly slid my mouth back up his cock until only the head remained in my mouth. After flicking the underside of the head a few times with my tongue, I reversed and slowly took him all the way back in, all the while staring directly into his eyes. After several minutes of this, I could feel him getting close and taste the first drops of his cum on my tongue. Mmmmm, he tasted wonderful, too, but I didn't want to make him cum so quickly. I wanted it to last. I wanted to drive him wild. I began varying what I did, keeping him close to the edge without sending him over. I licked all over the shaft and head of his cock. I ran my lips up and down the sides of it. I took it all the way in and deep-throated him several times rapidly. I sucked on the tip and flicked the sensitive ridge under the head with my tongue. Each time he got too close, I'd take him all the way in and apply gentle pressure to the underside with my tongue.
"Oh, mom, this is incredible! I've never felt anything like this before!"
I let his cock slide out of my mouth. "You mean you've never had a woman do this to you before?"
"Mom, I've never been with a woman before."
"You mean, you're a virgin?"