(Part 2 of 3)
You're probably thinking that I'm a despicable person. Cheating on my husband of twenty-five years, with our own son, no less. I won't sugar coat it. I knew how wrong it was. But I wanted it and I was going to do it.
You probably think the incest is the worst part of it. That certainly would be the worst thing if it were to be found out. But in my mind I had such a good relationship with my son that going to bed with him seemed like a natural progression. I loved him as a mother. Not much of a stretch from there to love him as a woman. And I trusted him. Better him than an outsider who might get ideas, make trouble for me. Besides, I had already crossed the line with him. In the heat of a moment I went down on him and swallowed his seed. At this point I felt we were just getting more of the same.
In my mind, the adultery was the worse part. I love my husband. He has been so good to me for all our life together. He was in his forties when we met, about my age now. I was just twenty-one at the time, Donnie's age now, coincidentally. I had very little dating experience at the time. In high school I could only go out with boys my mother picked out. None of them appealed to me. In college I was too focused on my studies to spend timet with boys. And I certainly wasn't going to "hook up", as the kids say, without a relationship.
When William and I married, he had experience enough for both of us. He was a wonderful lover and we both enjoyed his teaching me to please him. But his work took him around the world and our growing family kept me at home. I found this fulfilling when the kids were young. When they grew up and didn't need me so much I frequently found myself alone and bored. By now, the flame of William's passion was not burning nearly as bright.
He also grew more and more jealous for me. To keep him happy I severely curtailed my social life. I wouldn't leave the house by myself. I wouldn't fraternize with any men except clergy. Eventually my only public life consisted of charity work with the old women of our church. It wasn't a lot of fun, but it's the way my husband wanted it and I loved my husband. Then one day a young man showed interest in me. The young love I had never felt, never experienced, was suddenly ripening in my breast. I decided to indulge it for just one night and hopefully that would satisfy our curiosity.
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When we got to my bedroom Donnie wanted to make out. I wanted to tell him I didn't need any foreplay but this was a very special treat for him so I let him take his time to enjoy it. He was a great kisser and his hands were all over me as our tongues wrestled in each other's mouths. He began removing my clothing and his lips and tongue went where each article had been. He seemed determined to kiss and lick every inch of my body. He was so eager at the task that I had to caution him not to leave marks. Imagine having to explain a hickey or a bite mark.
He was especially interested in my breasts. As for me, breast play was a 'been there, done that' kind of thing. But of course I let him have his way with them. He kissed his way up my legs from the ankles to my curly bush and licked at my pussy. It felt good, but clearly he did not have much experience in this regard. I had never been in a position where I had to explain to someone how to do something like that. Until now, my husband had been the only one to go there, and he just knew. I was afraid that if I did say something to Donnie it might hurt my dear boy's feelings.
Anyway, I didn't need any foreplay just then, like I said, so I begged him to get that thing out of his pants and into my pussy. He did not need to be told twice and in no time he was on his knees between my spread legs, his stiff dick pointing to the ceiling. All day I had been thinking about how good he felt in my mouth and I was expecting him to feel so much better in my puss. Donnie pushed his cock up to my pussy lips and in one gasp-inducing thrust he was balls deep in his mother. Good thing I was already so wet for him.
He paused for a minute as if savoring the feeling of my tight wet hole enveloping his big dick. Then he began hammering into me. I've been fucked hard, but never that hard. It felt amazing at first but I have to admit that the appeal was limited. Donnie was loving it, though, judging by the grunts and groans he was making. If he liked it, that was good enough for me. How could I tell my son he was doing it wrong? He wasn't even doing it wrong, really. Just not as good as I was accustomed to. I guess my husband had spoiled me with his lovemaking.
It felt good though. I could periodically shift my body so at least Donnie was pounding the fuck out of me from subtly different angles. I brought one leg up his back, then the other. Then I brought them both up and linked my ankles behind his back. He kept fucking me and fucking me the whole time. It felt great. I just wasn't able to make any progress, if you know what I mean. I just hoped my young lover was enjoying it as much as he seemed to be. I wanted him to fondly remember this night in my bed, in my pussy.
It was kind of a relief when I heard his breathing get heavy and his pace slackened. I whispered in his ear, "Don't come in me, baby."
He was breathing very heavy and pounding into me as hard as he could, as if he wanted to penetrate me even deeper than he already was. "You like that, baby? You like fucking your mother's pussy?"
I held my knees apart as far as they would go. "Did you think this was what would happen? When you stuck your cock in your mother's mouth today? When you came in her mouth? Are you going to come for me now?"
Donnie strained and groaned and pulled his cock out of my wet sloppy cunt. He lay down on me, trapping his squirting cock between us. Still thrusting lightly, he smeared his come and my juices all over our sweaty stomachs. Damn that was hot.
We lay there together in a heap for a minute or two. Then my son did something I wasn't expecting. He put his cock back in me and began fucking me again. This time he did it softly and slowly. To my amazement, he was still hard. I liked this loving pace and I wondered how long he could keep it up. He showed no sign of flagging. Instead he seemed to grow harder and more confident. My own arousal responded lustily. Looked like I was going to get mine after all.
I had him roll over on his back and I climbed on his dick, facing him with my hands on his shoulders. He liked this position since his hands could roam over my body. He squeezed my boobs and pulled on my nipples. I stroked his hands with mine to encourage him to not tug so hard. But it felt good even though it hurt. With that stimulation and my riding his hard cock in my already-fucked pussy I felt myself rising to a climax. Donnie pulled me toward him and took my nipples in his mouth. I came so hard on his dick.
After resting for a couple minutes I sat up high on his lap. My hands rested on his knees behind me and I moved my legs so that my feet were flat on either side of his ribs. I started grinding and his hands stroked my legs. Up my calves, over my knees, up and down my inner thighs. In a lewd grinding circle I rode him, occasionally lifting myself up as high as I dared before plunging heavily on his cock. His hands explored my pelvis and I felt his fingertips fluttering on my pussy lips that were stretched around him. It felt incredible.
He explored my pussy with his fingers while I fucked myself. I was getting close but not quite there so I took his hand and guided his thumb to my very special spot. I held it there and pressed his thumb against it, letting him know what I wanted him to do. I sat straight up and rocked forward and back, his thumb grinding into my clitoris. I was rapidly reaching a second eruption, this one would be even bigger than the last.
"Oh Donnie, I love your cock in me."
"I love fucking you, Mom."
