I had just gotten out of the shower. I was toweling off and I was rubbing myself across my slit. I had been so horny these days. My husband had quit paying attention to me lately. I lifted a leg onto the top of the commode lid. I took two fingers and rubbed them across my clit. I guess I was getting into it and I didn't hear the bathroom door open. There stood my nineteen year old son, Justin.
We just stood there looking at each other. I am sure my face got red from embarrassment. I looked over and saw Justin bring his hand to the front of his pants. He began to rub his bulge before me. I don't know what came over me. I kept feeling myself up. I guess I was trying to get my son turned on to my body. It didn't take much. Justin pulled his shirt off and then dropped his pants and underwear to the floor.
I didn't say a thing. Justin walked over to me. We were standing face to face. I lowered my leg to the floor and Justin brought me into his body. Damn, I felt his semi-hard dick rubbing against my pussy lips.
"I want you Mom," was all that Justin said to me.
I looked down and saw how long and thick my son was. He had his father beat in every department. Justin moved me over to the vanity and lifted me up onto the edge. He parted my legs he slowly moved his mushroom into place. I shocked myself by saying nothing to him. Justin slowly pushed his thick rod past my folds. I hate to admit it even now, he felt so damn good. Justin managed to push all the way into my hot pussy.
That was how I started to take the best fucking I had had in such a long time. I watched as Justin pushed every hard inch into my belly. My pussy muscles felt like they were on fire. I know my son stretched me wide as he entered my drenched hole. I had to let him know how I felt.
"God Justin, fuck me hard!"