Suzy's Son-Swapping Sex Club 01
INCEST: Mom gives son first time.
BRAD SMITH'S STORY
I guess it all started with my eighteenth birthday. I woke up that morning to find that mom had bought me a set of weights. A bench, barbell set, and a pair of adjustable dumbbells. I was so delighted I impulsively gave her a kiss and a big hug. Then she treated me to my favorite breakfast: Scrambled eggs with chopped up pieces of bacon topped with salsa, and homemade bran muffins with butter and honey on the side. Waiting for me at the table was also a couple of CDs of my favorite group. And that deserved another hug and a kiss, I thought.
"Oh, mom," I said as I hugged her. "You're the most wonderful mom in the world."
And she was in more ways than one. Divorced, she was thirty-eight, looked twenty eight, and had a body that had given me many an adolescent wet dream (but we won't talk about such things). During the week she worked in the office of a large insurance firm, worked out three times a week at a local gym and played tennis on the weekends.
During breakfast we had small talk, mostly about my schooling. After breakfast I sat and listed to the new CDs mom had given me while she got herself ready to go play tennis, this being a Saturday.
After my breakfast had digested a bit I decided to try out the set of weights mom had given me. I placed the bar on the bench's rack and knocked out a few quick sets, increasing the weight as I went. Then I decided to go heavy.
I went looking for mom first. I found her just about ready to step out the door. She was dressed in a short red tennis skirt with a tight-fitting blue T-shirt on top--and looked just drop dead sexy gorgeous, even if she was my own mom. And I could tell she wasn't wearing any bra underneath that T-shirt--the way her ample tits bounced with each step.
"Mom?"
"Yes Brad, what is it," she said turning around to smile at me.
"Before you leave could you give me a spot? I want to rep out with something heavy on the bench you just gave me and I don't want to take any chances."
"Okay, just one set. And then I've got to go. My friend Marge will be waiting for me."
I led mom into the den where I had set up the weights and then I laid down on the bench.
"What do I do?" she said. "I've never done this before, I always use machines at the gym."
"Just stand at the head of the bench as close to the bar as you can. I should be okay for the first nine or ten reps, but when I start to struggle then you put your hands under the bar and help me through the sticking point. But don't worry I'll be lifting most of the weight. But just be sure to stand as close to the bar as you can get, otherwise even a little bit of weight might hurt your back."
So mom scooted up closer to the bar and now was almost directly over my face. Looking up her tiny tennis skirt I could see her sexy white panties framed by that bright red skirt. Her panties were tight enough, and silky enough, that I could clearly make out the shape of her mound--and just a hint of a camel toe crease right in the middle.
And I started getting a hard on. I felt my cock grow trying to bulge out both my underwear and my gym shorts so hard it was starting to hurt. Better get busy, I thought, before mom sees my growing erection and realizes it's from looking up her skirt. So I took a deep breath, hefted the bar off the rack and started pumping out the reps. As I lowered the weight I inhaled, and then as I pushed the weight up I exhaled as strongly as I could making mom's skimpy skirt flutter and lift--which I thought was cool because I got to see more of her panties that way.
That was so much fun I thought. So with each rep, with each exhalation, I tried to direct my breath in a stream right up between her legs, trying to see how high I could billow her skirt. By the time I reached the tenth rep I could see a trace of dampness in mom's panties--from her looking at the growing bulge in my shorts, or from my blowing forceful, hot streams of air against her panty-encased cunt, or a from both?
By the time I had finished the set, knocking out 17 reps with mom helping me the last three, mom's panties were quite wet, and my poor cock ached in its struggle against my underwear and gym shorts. As mom helped me guide the bar back onto the rack I breathed in deeply, hoping to inhale some of her female sex. And, yes, there was a nice whiff of tanginess in the air I breathed. All of which made my cock poke up all the stronger against my shorts.
As I sat back up after the set, I saw that mom's face had gotren red as a beet as she stared at the growing bulge in my gym shorts.
Mom backed away from the bench. "I-I-I-I've got to go now, son. Don't hurt yourself with those weights." And then she dashed out the door all a fluster.
But as she moved away I got to watch her tits jiggle under her T-shirt and the way her erect nipples poked through it.
As for me? As soon as mom had slammed the front door, I made a beeline for the bathroom, my cock straining against my shorts so bad I couldn't walk and had to sort of limp and hop to get to the bathroom. I ripped off my clothes letting my cock spring to full erection. Oh God, that felt good! It can breathe at last. Then I stepped into the shower.
I got myself all soaped up--and no, cold water didn't help a bit. It only made my balls that much tighter, my sexual tension that much higher. My cock throbbed and bounced with each movement I made as I soaped myself up, and seemed to grow larger with each second. I couldn't get the sight of looking up mom's skirt like that out of my mind. Her white panties. The sexy little crease down the middle of her mound. The tell tale wetness from my hot breath upon her--and that tangy womanly arousal emanating from that very wet spot on mom's panties filling my entire being.
My cock had never been so huge and engorged in all my life. It was like a club, and it ached and throbbed so. And so I just had to play with myself. I soaped up my thighs making them as slippery as possible. Then I soaped up my cock (oh, did that ever feel good--I couldn't help but play with it a bit). Then, bending my knees in a semi squat position while leaning forward, I forced my cock down, down, down, forcing it down between my slippery thighs until I had it imprisoned behind my legs, straining against the backs of my thighs as it tried to right itself.
Once I had it back there I squeezed my thighs shut, but then I straightened my body back up just a bit and my enraged cock, so hard and strong, would force its way back up between my slippery thighs--and oh God did that feel good! Then I would do it all over again, forcing my joystick down, trapping it, then letting it spring free. By doing these partial squats and moving my body just so, I developed a steady motion where I could perform this move quite rapidly. In and out, in and out. In essence I was fucking my own thighs while fantasizing that I was fucking mom's thighs.
Then, when I couldn't stand it any longer and just had to come, I freed my cock, letting it "sprong" back to it's full height. And as it quivered and vibrated there in front of my stomach, I soaped it up some more and stroked it up and down using both of my soap-slippery hands. By then I was so tormented that I quickly shot my load and washed it down the drain.
ONE WEEK LATER