My Friend Convinced Me To Help My Son.
My name is Helen. I am 32 and have a decent body, a bit on the curvy side. I am blessed with large 38D breasts. This is a story about my Son and I. My Son is 14. His name is Mark and he is a beautiful boy. I am proud to have such a Son.
It's Friday afternoon and my Mark is home from school. He is waiting in his bedroom for my daily visit. As I walk towards my Mark's bedroom, I can't help but think that it's not supposed to be like this. A Mother is supposed to love and protect her c***d; not sexually use him to satisfy her perverted lust that I shall describe later.
Each time I go into his bedroom, the most forbidden i****t acts take place. He invokes the most intense carnal and illicit desires in me. I cannot get enough of my Son. I experience the most intense and shattering orgasms during our forbidden acts.
Afterwards, and without exception, I feel shame and disgust for what I did. I swear it will be the last time and I will never do it again. But like a d**g addict, I keep going back again and again. This has been going on for the last year.
We were a happy living in a small village in North Wales. My husband left us when Mark was only 5 and we have not seen him since.
The terrible experience I had with my husband so horrified me that I have lost interest in men. I have not dated anyone since my divorce. Instead, I devoted myself to my work and my Son.
Several times I saw Mark peeking at me when I was getting dressed or undressed, when he thought I was not looking. I attributed this behavior to the raging hormones of a young teenager. Since he was shy around girls and I was the only available female in his life, I could understand his reaction.
Come to think of it, not only was he the only man in my life, he had by default assumed the role of being the Man of the house. Therefore, I reasoned, it was my duty to take care of him and his needs. My feelings were entirely platonic, however. Not sexual.
About 3 months ago we were on the couch watching TV. This seemed innocent enough, but I noticed Mark moved closer to me so that our legs were touching. At the time, I thought it was odd but I did not pay much attention.
"I love you Mum" he whispered as he reached out and held my left hand.
I was deeply touched by my Son's genuine affection. I looked into his eyes and saw a beautiful, loving Son. I felt so lucky to have such a wonderful boy in my life.
"Mummy loves you also...even more" I said as my eyes began to moisten with emotions. I felt so happy and so special. As these emotions swept through me, I barely noticed that he lad let go of my hand and placed it on my left thigh. Then, ever so slowly he began to massage my upper thigh. Since I was wearing a dress, he had easy access to my thighs.
He leaned over and gently kissed me on my cheek. It was just a peck. Completely what any mother would expect from a loving Son. I put my arm around him and brought him closer to me. After the kiss, I leaned my head on his shoulder.
His hand that had been slowly massaging my thigh now started to move between my thighs. I squeezed my thighs together signaling that he was not to go any further. No words were spoken...only his breathing increased as if he were hyperventilating.
We watched television for another 30 minutes and I excused myself and started going upstairs to my bedroom. Even though it was a Friday night, and it was only 9:30, I was tired from a long week at work and wanted to go to bed.
"Good night darling, come and give Mummy a goodnight kiss" I said. Mark walked over and I kissed him gently on his cheek. This time his arms went around my waist and he drew me closer. Our thighs touched and my breasts pushed into his chest. Then I felt a bulge in front of Mark's trousers. I was taken back...this was not right. How could my Son get an erection holding his own mother? Perhaps it was my imagination. I could not fathom my Son getting an erection for his own Mother. It was not possible I thought and quickly ended the kiss and as I tried to pull away.
"I love you, Mum." He repeated.
"Mummy loves you too, now off to bed" I told him and firmly pushed him away. He reluctantly went to his bedroom as I went to my own bedroom. Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling wondering what was happening to me.
I did not sleep well that night wondering if Mark was lusting after his mother or was it my imagination?
Next morning, I was up early and was making a cup of coffee when I was startled by my Mark's appearance in the kitchen. Normally he sleeps late on weekends, so I thought it was unusual for him to be up so early. He walked up and hugged me from behind.
"Good Morning Mum" he said. His arms were around my waist just below my breasts as he hugged me from behind.
"Good Morning Darling... did you sleep well?" I asked, trying to avoid looking at him. Just then I felt his arms tighten around my waist and I felt him pushing into my buttocks. I felt a noticeable hardness!! Since I was wearing a thin nighty, and he was wearing just a pair of bed shorts I felt the full force of my young son's erection!!
I gasped as I gripped the counter.
"Oh my God, not again," I thought as I briefly closed my eyes.
This time there was no doubt. Mark had an erection...a full blown hardon! Then, I felt a subtle push into my arse. Oh my God, he is humping me!! This time his hard young cock aligned perfectly with my arse and forcibly separated my cheeks. I felt his breath on my neck as his hard cock continued to push into my arse trying to lodge itself between my cheeks. He pushed again, a bit harder this time. No doubt he felt the soft flesh of his my arse against his stiff young erection. While it lasted but a fleeting few seconds, it felt like an eternity.
I stood there not knowing what to do. I was temporarily immobilized and speechless.
It's probably just a morning erection I reasoned. Still, it was completely unexpected and the experience left me shaking.
I grabbed his wrists to free myself from his embrace and politely walked over to the fridge. As I turned around I glanced at his crotch. There was no doubt My Son was aroused.....very aroused. I gasped again not knowing what to do.
It is just a morning erection, I thought. All boys and young men get them, don't they?
"Don't make a big deal out of it," I thought to myself. "All young boys and men get morning erections" and dismissed the brief albeit uncomfortable encounter with my Son.
Still, it affected me. Since I had not had any contact with a man for a long time, the encounter had left me a bit shaken and nervous. My breath became shallow and my nipples hardened. I was shocked by my own response to the encounter with my Son. Is this how a normal woman responds after she has been starved of physical intimacy? I shook my head and went about my daily work.
The rest of the morning was uneventful. We had breakfast and I told Mark to cut the grass in the back garden. I went to work cleaning the house. By noon, I had most of the house cleaned, except my Mark's bedroom. I though to myself why not take a break and enjoy the sunshine in the garden.
I changed into a one-piece bathing suit. It was quite modest, but given that I am busty (38D) it did show a generous amount of cleavage. I went into the garden wearing my shades and with sunscreen and a magazine in my hand. I laid down on my back on the lounge chair.
I wondered where Mark had gone to...... I did not think much about it and soon was absorbed reading my magazine.
"Hi Mum" I heard Mark's voice near the house. He walked up to up to the loungers wearing his Speedo shorts. I wondered if he knew the effect he had on the women around him? The shorts hugged his tight young arse and highlighted the bulge in front. He jumped on the lounger next to me, while I continued to read.
After about 15 minutes, I glanced at his body. I could not help but notice his very lean and smooth body. I also noticed quite a prominent bulge in his pants indicating that my Son was no longer my *********** boy. He had turned into a handsome young teenager.
While I was checking him out, he was doing the same to me. As I expected, Mark's eyes were drawn to my large breasts and cleavage. He stared and his familiar labored breathing returned. Not only that, but the bulge in his Speedo had noticeably grown.
I quickly tried to get back to my reading. But the damage was done! I too had become aroused looking at my own Son.
Looking at the bulge in his swimming trunks had ignited a fire within me.
This could not be happening. I was infected with i****tuous lust. What is wrong with this family, I wondered?
Quickly I went back into the house and poured myself a stiff G&T hoping to calm my nerves. God, I was shaking, My nipples were hard and once again my pussy was very wet!!
After finishing my drink I went upstairs to finish cleaning my bedroom and after that I went into Mark's bedroom. As usual, his room was a mess. Dirty clothes and the usual signs that my son had been masturbating. I have seen all the signs before – stained towels and tissuses by his bed. Bed sheets with dried cum stains and the usual stack of girlie magazines under his mattress. I was mildly amused. After all, he was now a teenager (14) and his hormones must be driving him crazy. I would be worried if he did not relieve himself.
Then I saw one magazine that was under his pillow that caught my attention. It was a glossy magazine with a picture of an older woman kneeling in front of what looked like a teenage boy. She was naked and her heavy breasts hung from her chest. The boy's stiff cock was in her mouth as she stared at the camera.
Besides the explicit picture, the title of the magazine shocked me - - "Mothers and Sons". Judging by the folded pages, this magazine was worn and had seen plenty of use!
I did not know such magazines existed!! I felt dizzy after seeing it. I sat down on his bed, in case I fainted!!
Should I invade my son's privacy and look through his magazine? Staring at the cover had made my heart race. A combination of curiosity and intrigue took over me, and I took the plunge and started looking though the magazine. There were pages and pages of young boys engaging in explicit sex acts with older women. They were very graphic indeed.
They were supposedly pictures of mothers and their sons.
One page showed a young boy with his stiff cock in his mother's hairy pussy. Another showed a beautiful woman with her mouth open showing her son squirting his cum into her mouth.
The pages had titles like "I Love My Son's Cock... Masturbating My Son...Making Mother Pregnant and Cumming Home to Mother."
I was both horrified and aroused. My knickers were soaked. Why was I so affected by these images of mothers and sons engaging in
i****tuous acts? Were there families that engaged in i****tuous relationships?
Rather than confront my feelings, I went back to cleaning Mark's room although my mind was racing and in turmoil. In 15 minutes, I had finished cleaning his bedroom and then went downstairs to confront Mark with the magazine.
He was still in the back garden.
"Mark, come inside here now" I yelled at him.
"Mum...what is it...?" He replied.
"No!! Get in here NOW" I shouted back. I was shaking and not at all sure how I would deal with my sick and perverted Son. My own flesh and blood.
"Ok, Mum what is it"? He said as he came into the house.
"THIS" I said and threw the magazine at him. It landed on the floor. His face turned red and was speechless. He looked down at the floor avoiding my gaze.
"Well, what is this CRAP, where did you get this?" I screamed.
"Mum, I am sorry... I... I..." he stammered unable to speak coherently.
"Where did you get this magazine...ANSWER ME" I shouted back. "Tell me Mark...Answer me please. And how long have you been looking at this crap" My voice beginning to shake.
"Mum....I,...I,...got it from Bobby" he started to sob. "Mum, I am so sorry" he continued.
"You mean Bobby jones, Brenda's son"? I asked. "I don't believe you.....tell me the truth" I insisted.
"Mum, it is the truth....please believe me, I am telling you the truth....please" he pleaded with me. I thought he was about to cry.
"I am going to call Brenda. I WILL get to the bottom of this and you better not be lying young man".
"God, No Mum, please don't call his Mum. He will get in big trouble... please Mum, please don't call his mum" he pleaded.
"Mark, tell me, why do you look at such filthy magazine and where did Bobby get this magazine anyway?" I asked.
"Bobby said his Mom gut him the magazine" he blurted out, still avoiding my gaze.
"Mark, what are you saying....this is so sick, you can't be serious." I said, my voice rising again.
"Mark, I know Bobby's Mum and I know she would not buy such a magazine". I told my Son.
"Mum, you don't understand. Bobby and his Mum are very close" He blurted out. "Very close" he repeated.
I ignored his last comment, not fully comprehending the message.
"Now Mark, answer my question, why do you look at such magazines...tell me truth please?" I persisted.
" Ok Mum, I look at them and then masturbate". He said as he continued to avoid my gaze. His face streaked with a combination of fear and shame.
"Bobby said he and his Mum are very close". "Bobby even asked me if I was close to you like he and his Mum" he continued.
"Mark, listen to me. Brenda loves her Bobby just like I love you. I don't believe any of this. I can't imagine Brenda doing these things with Bobby" I told him shaking my head in total disbelief.
"Now go to your bedroom" I told him.
He did as told and I too went to my bedroom, closing the door. I took off my clothes and got under the covers. My nipples were very stiff and my pussy soaking wet! I felt so sick that I thought I was going to throw up.
It was as if my body had become disconnected from my brain. My body reacted with i****tuous lust and a strong, shameful need that could not be denied... regardless of the shame and disgust I was feeling.
The shameful truth was that I wanted Mark just as much as he wanted me.
My fingers snaked down towards my wet hairy pussy. I stuck in 2 fingers and then rubbed my clit. I closed my eyes savoring the intense, forbidden pleasures that swept through my body. With my left hand, I pinched my nipples.
Then images of Mark flooded my imagination. Mark in his pajamas with a huge tent at his groin.....images of Mark in his bathing suit sporting an obscene bulge....images of him dry humping me from behind as he did in the kitchen; images of me kneeling in front of him lowering his pajamas.....images of his beautiful, stiff young cock staring at me....embracing his waist with his hard young cock resting on my cheek....leaving a trail of pre-cum and the last image of my fingers wrapped around his stiff young cock, slowly masturbating my Son until he spurts and spurts his i****tuous cum for his Mother to taste.
The last image triggered a huge and shattering orgasm. I moaned as wave after wave of intense pleasure shook my body....so intense was my orgasm that I thought I would pass out. It felt as if I had ejaculated. Blissfully, sleep overtook me and I descended into restful slumber. I would call Brenda in the morning and ask about the magazine.
I woke up bright and early morning. Mark had already left for his school. The events of the last few days had turned my world upside down. The encounters with my Son had left me shaken and on edge. I did not know what to make of all the new feelings and desires that had germinated within me.
How am I supposed to face my own Son knowing about his secret desires and worse, that I too am infected by the same i****tuous desire?
How am I to deal with the shameful knowledge that I am attracted to my own son?
My mind replayed the images in the magazine that I found in Mark's bedroom. I rationalized that all teen boys look at sex magazines, yet this magazine was different. This was not Playboy or Penthouse but hardcore i****t.
I wondered if there were other mothers who had sex with their sons.
Were there families that practiced i****t? Or was it just me who was living in my own bubble, unaware of what was happening all around me in the real world?
These thoughts swirled in my head as I went to the kitchen to make a coffee. I thought about the phone call I had to make to Brenda, Bobby's mum. I wanted to ask her about the i****t magazine and Mark's comments that "Bobby and his mother are very close".
The answer seemed obvious: if Brenda gave the magazine to her son, and he and his mum are apparently so close, then Brenda must have been having sex with her own son!
She was committing i****t. I did not know what else to think.
I wondered how I would begin the awkward conversation with Brenda. I struggled to reconcile my feelings about her. On one hand, Brenda was one of my closest friends and we shared so much together. We had raised our sons side by side and shared many secrets. Our ex-husbands even played darts together. After her divorce from Nick, her husband, we became even closer and shared our heartaches and happy moments.
On the other hand, Brenda may lead a secret life. She may be having sex with her son. This Brenda was a stranger to me; a stranger with a dark, secretive side. A chill ran down my spine as I thought about this possibility.
I finished my coffee and headed to the living room to call Brenda. I nervously dialed her phone number, my hands shaking, my heart racing. Brenda answered the phone and we exchanged some pleasantries. She mentioned that she and Bobby were going to Anglesey to the beach and whether I wanted to join them. I told her I needed to talk to her. She picked up on the serious tone in my voice and asked:
"Helen, is everything OK? You don't sound well."
I told her about the i****t magazine I found in Mark's bedroom. He said he had received the magazine from Bobby. Was this true?
"Brenda, do you know what I am talking about? Do you know if Bobby gave the magazine to Mark. Does Bobby read such magazines? This is not mainstream porn for heaven's sake!
This is an i****t magazine!" I said trying very hard to stay calm in spite of my heart thumping in my chest.
There was dead silence on the phone. It seems as if Brenda had dropped the phone.
Finally, she said, "Oh My God Helen, I am so embarrassed.
I had no idea Bobby told anyone about that magazine. Oh, no... Jesus..." She stammered incoherently struggling to find the right words.
"Brenda, what are you saying? I don't believe this. Why would Bobby read such a magazine and where would he get such a magazine anyway? Do you even know the kind of pictures that are in that magazine?" I asked in a condescending tone.
She remained silent.
"Brenda, Mark said Bobby got the magazine from you. Is that true? You gave that magazine to your son?" I asked. She remained silent for a few more moments until finally she found the nerve to respond.
"Yes, I gave Bobby the magazine. I just ... just ... I don't know what to tell you," she said in a quiet voice.
Another awkward silence ensued.
"Helen, please... try to understand... the divorce devastated mine and Bobby's life.
All we had was one another. We cried together and comforted each other. Don't you remember what a basket case I was when Nick left us?" she pleaded looking for some sign of understanding on my part.
"The loneliness and heartache became too much for both of us. So we turned to each other.
I know society does not approve of such behavior, but we had few choices. Helen, I don't expect you to agree with me, but as my best friend can you at least understand our situation?
Can you at least do that?" she begged.
"Helen I don't want to discuss this over the phone. Can I come over, please? Lets talk in person; I don't want to do this over the phone."
I agreed and quickly hung up the phone. I walked to the lounge and sat down on the sofa trying to fit the pieces of this puzzle. I saw the i****t magazine still on the table, just where I had left it yesterday. Dare I look at it again?
I could not resist. I picked up the magazine and with shaking fingers turned the pages. My pussy was soaked as I looked at the mother-son photos. Now the faces were of Brenda and her son Bobby in my mind: perverted images of Brenda kneeling in front of Bobby and sucking his hard young cock; images of Brenda masturbating her own Son into her open mouth; images of both of them proudly staring at the camera, smiling as Bobby's cock was fully inside his mother; more images of Brenda smiling while spreading her legs wide open for Bobby;
Her fingers spreading her pussy lips to show her son her forbidden passage, a place where a Son isn't meant to go!.
Each image was more explicit and forbidden than the last.
My heart was thumping in my chest and to my horror my pussy began to moisten, just like last night. I could not get the vile images out of my mind. I became immobilized. It was as if my body had taken over and my brain was no longer in command. I shut my eyes and squeezed my thighs hoping to stem the flow of nectar from my hairy pussy, but that only magnified the throbbing between my legs. The seepage from my pussy had become a flood and my knickers were now soaked.
Good Lord, what was happening to me? Why was becoming so aroused by i****tuous thoughts and images?
Was it the taboo nature of the act that aroused me to such a fevered pitch? My pussy throbbed as I pondered the reasons for my body's carnal response.
Since Brenda would be here in a few minutes, I hurried upstairs and jumped in the shower as if to cleanse my body and mind and regain my composure. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature as hot as I could stand it. I wanted to scrub my body of its shameful desires.
As I soaped by body, my fingers brushed across my hairy pussy and swollen clit eliciting a loud moan. I rubbed it again and fingered my vulva and soon was openly masturbating. Two fingers penetrated my pussy, thumbing my clit, pinching my nipples, finger fucking myself. I closed my eyes and again erotic images reappeared in my mind. This time images of my own son Mark reading the i****t magazine flashed in my mind. His hand was fisting his stiff young cock while his other hand fondling his smooth swollen balls. He masturbated jerking his hips in time with his fist, grunting as he approached his climax until finally a torrent of cum shot out of his young cock.
These thoughts and the images made me swoon and soon my legs shook as an orgasm swept through me with intensity. The water spray cascaded over my naked body, hopefully washing away my sinful desires. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the post orgasmic bliss as my breathing slowly returned to normal.
After a few minutes, I got up and toweled my hair and body. In spite of my orgasm, my nipples remained stiff and my breasts seemed fuller and more sensitive than usual. I put on a simple dress. I did not bother wearing a bra or knickers. Just then the doorbell rang and I went downstairs to meet Brenda.
I quietly let her in and she followed me to the living room where we sat down facing each other. She avoided my gaze preferring instead to look down at her lap almost in a defensive posture. Just as well, I thought, otherwise she may be able to see right through me and discover that I too was aroused by i****tuous thoughts. I felt so transparent.
I remained silent, giving Brenda the opportunity to start the conversation. After a few seconds of awkward silence, she spoke.
"Helen I know you must think I am horrible, but please try to understand our situation.
After Nick left us two years ago, our lives were shattered. All we had was each other. One thing led to another and before I knew it, we were comforting each other emotionally and physically," she explained as she finally had the courage to look into my eyes. I noticed her eyes were wet and pleading. She appeared uncomfortable and was deeply affected by the current circumstances.
I did not want to interrupt her, so I let her continue.
"I know society condemns such things, but I am sure there are other mothers who are intimate with their sons.
I can't believe that I am the only person to have crossed this line.
Like you, I love my son very much and would not do anything to harm him. I am sure you know that," she continued.
I felt she was talking to herself almost as much as she was speaking to me.
"How long have you two been doing this? How did it start?" I asked.
I was hoping to learn from her experience and perhaps it might help me deal with own.
She explained that they had been doing it for about a year. It stared when she walked in to Bobby's room and caught him masturbating. He had a pair of her lace knickers around his swollen young cock as he wanked off. His eyes were closed so he was unaware of my presence. He continued to masturbate till he spurted his cum all over his belly. As he spurted, he moaned "Mum, mum ooh Mummy... aaah..." as pearly cum spewed out of the tip of his hard young cock as he continued to rub my knickers over his hard cock.
"I was shocked to hear him call Mummy while masturbating. It was bad enough he was wanking off into my knickers but calling out for me as he came had me shaking," Brenda said.
"Then he opened his eyes and saw me standing at the door of his room. He was horrified and screamed 'MUM... What are you doing here?' He frantically pulled the bed sheet over his groin and covered his eyes with his forearm refusing to look at me. I could feel the deep sense of shame and embarrassment that Bobby felt at that moment. So rather than make a scene, I decided to comfort him and alleviate his shame.
Was that so wrong? After all, he was all I had left in my life and the last thing I wanted to do was to alienate him and drive a wedge between us," Brenda explained.
Brenda said that she walked over to sit down on the bed. Bobby was still too ashamed to look at her. So I explained to him that I was shocked but not angry with him. I told him I loved him very much and understood that all teenage boys masturbate and often have a crush on their mothers. He was not the first boy to think of his Mum "that way". She kissed his forehead as a gesture of reassurance and slowly he moved his arm and looked at her. Finally.
"Helen he looked like a scared puppy. He looked so adorable. I just wanted to hold him," she explained.
I was speechless. Here was my best friend telling me how she seduced her own boy and I was spellbound. Yet, I did not feel any of my earlier revulsion. I let Brenda continue.
"I looked into his puppy eyes and honestly, I never felt closer to my son. I leaned over and kissed him again, this time fully on his lips. This was not a mother to son kiss, but a proper kiss. He was startled a bit but quickly kissed me back. As the kiss lingered, it became very passionate and soon I crawled into my Bobby's bed. I was still clothed but he was as naked as the day he was born," she said.
"I get the picture, you don't need to go into details," I chided her. Yet, I was fascinated by her story. "Brenda, he is your son for God sake!. How could you have sex with your own son?" I questioned.
"I struggled with my feelings for a while," she replied.
"But given the loneliness and heartache I had endured, I gave in to my desires. Plus, Bobby needed someone and he was sexually starved, so I felt it was my duty as a mother to help and comfort my only c***d.
No mother wants to see their c***d suffer," she explained.
"Helen, I also want you to know that the last year has been my happiest.
I feel so close to him. I feel complete. Bobby also told me he is happiest when he is in my arms where I feel he belongs and as a bonus, hie has improved in school."
I became aroused by her story and her explanations. My pussy became moist. I wondered how I would feel if Mark,my son was between my legs. Would I feel the same level of closeness and warmth?
She explained that by keeping him sexually fulfilled at home, she protects Bobby from the slutty girls at school. This way she protects Bobby from getting some girl pregnant. Another advantage is that she herself is sexually fulfilled and no longer has to date a bunch of men. Bobby takes care of me every night, She said.
"In fact, he has moved into my bedroom, so he can take care of his me 2 or 3 times a day!" she proudly announced.
"Helen, I am not telling you what to do. I am just telling you what has worked for us. We no longer hide our affection and our feelings for each other. There are no more secrets in our house. One of our favorite things is that we go on-line together to check out websites related to family love."
I was genuinely moved by Brenda's honesty. I was intrigued and aroused. I decided to reciprocate and confess my feelings to her since she had been so candid and open. I no longer felt any revulsion that she had sex with her teenage son. Instead, I had feelings of understanding and reconciliation.
"Brenda, I have something to confess also," I said.
I told her about the events of the last 2 days and how Mark is obsessed with i****tuous thoughts about his mother. I told her about his constant peeping and trying to touch me and rub against. Then I find the magazine "Mothers and Sons" and a pair of my knickers on his bed.
I had no idea what he was doing with them, although after Brenda's description of Bobby masturbating with her knickers, I could now guess.
"Yesterday, he hugged me from behind while I was in the kitchen. I felt his hard young cock against my arse. He kept trying to push it into me. It seemed like he was dry humping me," I told Brenda.
Brenda interrupted me. "Helen, like Bobby, Mark needs his mother, can't you see that? The poor boy must be suffering so much. His hormones must be driving him crazy and he needs relief. You know he is such a good boy."
I told her about how I too had become attracted and very aroused by his behavior. I told her about the vivid images of Mark that flash through my mind.
"Helen, listen to me. You both need each other. I am sure you can see that, and Mark is just like Bobby. The two of them could be brothers. Both have strong sexual desires for their mothers. So instead of making our boys feel guilty, I think it is better to allow their feelings to blossom and help them with there desires. Why should we punish them for what is a very natural response among young boys? " she said.
I understood. My son was suffering and was turning to his mother for relief. So I asked, "Brenda, you could be right, so what do you suggest I do?"
"Well, first you have to make him feel comfortable around you. I suggest you start wearing more revealing clothes around the house. You have such a nice figure, why do you hide it? When Mark stares at your breasts, just smile and don't make him feel guilty.
I wear skimpy clothes around our house and you should see his reaction, or shall I say erections, I get from Bobby! You also know all boys are attracted to their mother's breasts, so I am sure you can figure out what to do." She smiled looking at my jutting breasts.
"May I also suggest hugging him and perhaps kissing him on his cheek and lips? Let him feel his mother's body and don't push him away when he rubs himself on you.
Closeness is to be encouraged since it builds trust and a physical bond between a mother and her son."
She continued, "I did the same thing with Bobby. Every time Bobby hugs me, I can feel his hard young cock. Rather than push him away, I allow him to rub his stiff erection all over my body. Usually, we end up kissing and well ... I am sure you can figure out the rest..." she concluded.
"Well Helen, I hope I did not shock you too much with my revelations. As I said, we are both very happy and that is the most important thing," she said.
With those remarks she got up and headed for the front door. I gave her a warm hug and a kiss. I told her she was a very special friend and I loved her as one. While leaving, she looked down at my blouse and saw my stiff nipples proudly forming two little tents.
"Oh my, look at you," she smiled with approval. "Now go and take care of Mark... and don't forget to tell me about it! Bye for now".
As Brenda left, I went back to my bedroom to lie down and compose my thoughts. Mark would not be home from school for another hour, so I took the time to think about what I should do. I took Brenda's advice and stopped feeling guilty and start giving Mark the physical affection he needed. The nagging voices telling me that i****t was evil were becoming faint. My Mark's needs were taking priority.
My pussy became wet and the familiar spasms returned even though I had masturbated earlier this morning. While I wanted so much to scratch the itch between my legs, I got up and went to my closet to wear something sexy. I wanted to surprise my beautiful boy when he returned home from school.
I selected a tight fitting cami top with a low neckline and spaghetti straps. My 38D breasts formed an alluring cleavage that would be hard to miss. My stiff nipples poked out of the fabric like small headlights. Given Mark's fascination with my breasts, I know he would be drawn to them like a bee to honey.
To complement my top, I selected a skirt that ended just above my knees. The skirt was loose fitting and provided tantalizing views of my naked thighs as I moved about. I did not bother wearing any nylons so Mark could stare at my naked legs and thighs. I wore a pair of very sheer sexy knickers thatshowed my dark hairy pussy. I applied a little light makeup and a dab of my favorite perfume and I was ready to face my son.
I looked in the mirror and was amazed at my sexy transformation. I smiled as I thought how Mark could resist his sexy mother.
Well, I did not have long to wait, since he would be home soon from school. I went downstairs and turned on the TV. As I sat on the sofa, the loose skirt rode up my legs displaying a generous amount of my thighs. From the right vantage point, Mark could look all the way between my thighs and even see my sheer knickers. I shivered at the possibilities.
As I leaned forward to grab the magazine from the table, my 38D breasts bulged out of the camisole threatening to pop out in all their naked glory. I adjusted my top slightly but to no avail. The cami was too low cut to offer much cover. My generous cleavage would be on display for Mark to see. My nipples were sticking out proudly as if to announce of my arousal. My legs were slightly open hinting of the treasures that lay between them.
As I flicked through the TV channels, I heard Mark outside the door fumbling with the door key. He was about to enter, so I held my breath. My heart was beating feverishly.
"Hi Mum," he announced as he walked in to the lounge.
"Hi darling, did you have a good day at school?" I answered. I purposely avoided making eye contact. I wanted to know if he noticed my risqué attire. I wanted to see if he was affected by his mother's clothing. Almost immediately I head him gasp.
"Wow, Mum, you ... you... look... nice," he said. He was openly staring at me and just as I expected, his eyes were fixated on my deep cleavage. I pretended not to notice his gawking.
"Well thank you, darling. What a nice thing to say," I said finally looking at him.
His face looked flushed. He had that confused look about him as if he had seen a ghost. I smiled at him, but my smile seemed to go unnoticed.
"Well, darling, did you have a good day?" I asked trying to nudge him from starting at his mother. "Come here, Mark," I told him but he seemed immobilized. I got up and started to walk towards him. As I rose, my breasts bulged out and I heard him gasp.
"Darling, come here," I said again, a bit louder this time. He finally came towards me and into my open arms. My breasts pushed into his chest. I am sure he felt their size and warmth. How could he not?
"What's the matter baby, cat got your tongue"? I asked. "Or don't you love your mummy anymore?" I continued while I hugged my son. "Just the other day, you kept telling me how much you loved me, remember? Or were you just k**ding me?" I pouted.
"Well... eh... mmm... I thought you might be still upset with me... you know... about the magazine," he said in a shy, hesitant tone.
"No darling. I am not upset anymore. I am sorry I over-reacted. I guess I forgot that you are not my ********** any more. You are all grown up and I have to give you privacy.
I know how teenage boys are and how they are constantly looking at girls and how their hormones are very active... and... and... that they have strong urges," I told him.
I walked him over to the sofa where we sat down holding hands and facing each other, my breasts pointing at him provocatively. The generous cleavage had the desired effect; again Mark's eyes were drawn to my breasts and stiff nipples tenting the thin cami.
"Now tell me, why do you want to look at such magazines? Most teenage boys look at magazines like Playboy or Penthouse. Why do you look at a magazine involving mothers and sons?" I wanted to know.
He reluctantly looked up at my face and said, "I don't know mum. I got turned on by thoughts of mothers and sons and boys touching their mums. I know I am not supposed to think about these things. The more I thought about it, the more turned on I would get. he confessed. I hope you are not upset and think that I am some kind of weirdo," he said looking into my eyes and seeking some reassurance.
"Oh, honey," I said, "mummy understands. I had no idea you had these feelings towards me. But you have to understand how wrong all this is. Mummy's are supposed to love and protect their c***dren from such things. Not ummm have sex them. Can you understand that?" I asked.
Mark seemed unmoved. He said, "But I get so turned on when I think about you and touching you?"
"Well, what DO you do darling?" I inquired.
"I go to the bathroom or to my bedroom and... and... mmm... you know... I touch myself," he said and looked down trying to avoid my gaze.
I wanted details, so I pressed him. "What do you do Mark, what do you touch?"
"I touch myself, you know, I touch my willy because it gets so stiff, so I touch it and wank it and make it feel good till that stuff comes out," he said as his eyes returned back to my breasts. It seems our conversation was affecting my son. I glanced down at his crotch and sure enough, his pants were sharply tented.
My son's words also made me shiver and my pussy became very wet. I imagined Mark wanking off with images of his mother. When I looked down at his crotch, I noticed the unmistakable bulge. It seemed like I was not the only one affected by this conversation.
"I understand, darling. Mummy understands. All boys do this and play with their young cocks," I reassured him. I think my use of the word cock surprised him.
"But mum, Bobby and his mum are very close. Why can't we be close just like them?" he asked.
"What exactly did Bobby tell you?" I asked even though I knew Bobby and his mother were having sex together.
"Bobby said he and his mum kiss and hug and then he touches her, you know, all over. His mum lets him play with her boobs and even lets him look at them when she is naked. She also touches his willy and plays with it till he shoots his goo," he said. "Bobby even takes a shower with his mum and she kisses his willy and when he squirts his goo, he told me his mum swallows it."
I shivered hearing such graphic descriptions of Brenda and her son Bobby. My pussy was now soaking wet. The conversation was quickly spinning out of control. So in order to regain control, I told Mark that I loved him very much and wanted him to be happy. I told him I wanted to be close to him also. The reality was that I could not resist my son and wanted him as much as he wanted me.
He did not know how to interpret my words, so I leaned over and kissed him on his forehead. His arms went around me. I kissed him again on his lips. It started as a slow, tentative peck on his lips but soon grew in its intensity and passion. His tongue pushed past my lips and tried to enter my mouth. I clenched my teeth to deny him entry. He persisted. Eventually, I stopped resisting and his tongue entered my mouth.
I moaned as our tongues intertwined in a forbidden dance. The kiss seemed to go on and on till I pushed him back. I was breathless.
This time it was my son who leaned towards me for another kiss. I could not resist. Another passionate, forbidden kiss ensued. After a few seconds Mark buried his face into my shoulder and began to kiss my neck.
I remember Brenda telling me not to push my son away when he wanted to be close to his mother, so I allowed Mark to do as he pleased. I ran my fingers through his hair as a silent gesture that he could continue to kiss me, and even go further if he so wanted. With his face buried in my neck, he did not have to look at me or make eye contact, so he could continue fondling me any way he wanted.
I felt his right hand dip down and his fingers began to caress the top of my breasts. Then, ever so slowly, he moved his fingers lower until he felt my top. As he continued to kiss and suck on the side of my neck, his fingers slipped inside my top as he continued to feel the softness of my breast.
My heart beating wildly, my pussy gushing its nectar, I gasped as I felt his finger move down further, nearing my erect nipple. Just then, his fingers seemed to stop their movement and began to feel the areole and the ridges around my nipple; his fingers made small circles. I closed my eyes and gave in to the voluptuous feelings.
Then, almost as if by its own accord, my right hand moved to his crotch. Mark gasped as I felt his young hardness. He jerked as if he had felt an electric shock. He pulled away to look into my eyes.
We stared at each other. We both understood that we were crossing a line and our relationship was about to change forever.
What we were about to do could not be undone. I closed the gap between us and kissed Mark on lips. Our kiss went on and on and soon his hands returned to my breast. He reached into my top to continue where he had left off, slipping his fingers further this time they sc****d my areole and then advanced towards the nipple.
I, too, continued where I had left off and rubbed the front of his school trousers and was rewarded with more gasps. I increased pressure as I continued to rub his hard young cock back and forth, while increasing pressure with each pass.
Mark moaned into my mouth, or was that me?
As I rubbed Mark's cock through his trousers, images of another scene flashed into my head. I remember that movie scene where the late actress Kay Parker rubbed her son's cock though his trousers in the movie "Taboo". I was doing exactly the same thing.
I reached between his legs and cupped his balls and cock. With his cock and balls fully trapped in my hand, I began a slow massage. Even though his trousers were separating my hand from his naked young cock, I could feel its heat and its throbbing.
"Ah Mum," he cried out in lust as he pulled away from my lips and buried his face once again into my shoulder. Once again, he began fondling my breasts. Then he withdrew his hand and moved it to my shoulder. Slowly and with some hesitation, he lowered the strap on my left shoulder. As he pulled it down, more and more of my breast came into view.
I wanted my son to see my breast. Slowly, his hands came down and slipped inside the cami and captured my nipple. Then he pinched it.
"Oh Baby..." I moaned as I shivered with lust. He rubbed the nipple back and forth just like I was rubbing and fondling his hard young cock. I undid his belt in the hope that I could feel his naked cock in my hands. I did manage to undo his belt and then lowered his zipper but it was not possible to lower his trousers any further since he was sitting down. So I reached inside and this time I felt his hard cock through his underpants. I reached under and once again captured his cock and balls in my hand. His underpants were wet with pre-cum. His young cock pulsed in my hand as if it were alive.
Only a thin layer of cloth separated me from my son! I savored the moment. I did not want to let go of my boy's hard young cock.
While I was mesmerized by his cock, Mark lowered the other strap of my top and soon both of my breasts were on display. He began to maul and fondle both breasts. His long repressed desires and fantasies were coming to life. His desires to be "close" to his mother were finally becoming a reality.
I desperately wanted to feel my son's naked cock, so I snaked my hand inside his underpants. He shuddered and groaned as I made such intimate contact. My fingers curled around its length. Again, I closed my eyes allowing myself to savor this precious moment.
I did not want this to end. I was holding my beautiful baby boy's hard young cock in my hand.
His cock was not particularly large, but had this delightful foreskin since he had not been circumcised. I felt every ridge, vain and contour as it pulsed in my hand.
Slowly, I began to wank him off: back and forth, slowly.
I wanted to give my son the greatest amount of pleasure. He moaned, "Ahhhhh... Mum... Mum..." as his breathing became harsher and labored. He tried jerking his hip, trying to hump my hand but that was not possible given our sitting position.
As I continued to wank his cock, I used my thumb to smear the pre-cum on the head of his glorious hard young cock with each stroke. This made this young cock drool even more pre-cum. His groans became louder as he continued to maul my breasts. I tightened my hold on his hard cock and resumed sliding my hand up and down. I could only imagine what was going on inside my son's head. Weeks of i****tuous fantasies and unmet desires were surfacing. I wanted to prolong my son's pleasure and allow him to indulge in his i****tuous fantasies.
For me, the sheer taboo nature of the act had set my pussy on fire. It was as if a dam had burst and now I could not get enough of my son.
I arched my back and thrust my breasts into his hands encouraging him to do as he wished. He squeezed them together and watched the deep cleavage. I put my hand behind his head and he buried his face in my cleavage. I pushed his head lower hoping he would suck my hard nipples. He did as I expected and had latched on to my left nipple with his mouth. Immediately, his tongue began to wash over the nipple. I groaned and tightened my grip around his cock jerking him more urgently.
Mark groaned into my breasts and then his body shook and heaved like he was having a heart attack. He cried out, "Ahhhh yeeeea, MUM, Mum..." as his young cock jerked in my hand and erupted. I desperately wanted to feel his warm cum, so I moved my hand over the head of his spewing cock. In this position, I felt jet after jet of my baby boy's cum as it flooded into my hand. Warm, thick cum from all the i****tuous lust that built up in my son was finally coming out.
To further inflame his senses, I whispered, "Yes, baby boy, let it all come out. Let it all go. That's a good boy, yes, yes, mmmm... You're such a big boy now... Yes, just like that." Then, to prolong his pleasure, I moved my cum-soaked hand to cup his balls. I slowly massaged them, coaxing them to give up their precious fluid.
Mark groaned even louder as another volley of cum shot out of this young cock. He cried out in pleasure. The spurting began to slow and subside. I moved my hands to his cock, massaging him slowly. He slumped against my shoulder. The incredible orgasm had drained him of his lust and his energy.
While Mark's lust had been satisfied, I was still on fire. My dripping pussy begged for relief. I thought about going to the bathroom and sitting on the toilet while I rubbed my cunt and gained relief. The idea seemed ludicrous. I did not want to break the warm embrace with my son. If I was going to cum then I would do so in his arms, just as he had cum in my arms.
I moved my hand from his soaked underpants and moved my fingers to my thighs and then slipped my hand inside my sheer knickers. Mark's cum was still on my hands as it intermixed with my own juices. I was shaking as my fingers slid along the groove of my pussy, back and forth, stopping to tease and tweak my clit. After a few more sweeps I plunged 2 of my fingers deep into my wet hairy cunt. I gasped at the intensity of my pleasure. I finger fucked myself as I held Mark with the other arm. He seemed to be oblivious to my plunging fingers. Could he not feel my jerking hand?
I continued and soon it was I who moaned and convulsed as a wave of pleasure swept over me. I cried out in pleasure and bit my lip to avoid screaming. My pussy shuddered and squirted some of my feminine nectar.
I withdrew my fingers and brought them to my lips. I licked some of my juice and then moved them to my Mark's lips. I dragged my wet fingers across his lips and then kissed his lips. It was as if to seal our i****tuous love.
I don't believe I have ever felt closer to another person as I did with my son. Brenda was right. There is no better feeling than that of loving your son physically and emotionally.
Our relationship was now changed forever. I felt no guilt or shame by what happened between us.
It's Friday afternoon and my Mark is home from school. He is waiting in his bedroom for my daily visit. As I walk towards my Mark's bedroom, I can't help but think that it's not supposed to be like this. A Mother is supposed to love and protect her c***d; not sexually use him to satisfy her perverted lust that I shall describe later.
Each time I go into his bedroom, the most forbidden i****t acts take place. He invokes the most intense carnal and illicit desires in me. I cannot get enough of my Son. I experience the most intense and shattering orgasms during our forbidden acts.
Afterwards, and without exception, I feel shame and disgust for what I did. I swear it will be the last time and I will never do it again. But like a d**g addict, I keep going back again and again. This has been going on for the last year.
We were a happy living in a small village in North Wales. My husband left us when Mark was only 5 and we have not seen him since.
The terrible experience I had with my husband so horrified me that I have lost interest in men. I have not dated anyone since my divorce. Instead, I devoted myself to my work and my Son.
Several times I saw Mark peeking at me when I was getting dressed or undressed, when he thought I was not looking. I attributed this behavior to the raging hormones of a young teenager. Since he was shy around girls and I was the only available female in his life, I could understand his reaction.
Come to think of it, not only was he the only man in my life, he had by default assumed the role of being the Man of the house. Therefore, I reasoned, it was my duty to take care of him and his needs. My feelings were entirely platonic, however. Not sexual.
About 3 months ago we were on the couch watching TV. This seemed innocent enough, but I noticed Mark moved closer to me so that our legs were touching. At the time, I thought it was odd but I did not pay much attention.
"I love you Mum" he whispered as he reached out and held my left hand.
I was deeply touched by my Son's genuine affection. I looked into his eyes and saw a beautiful, loving Son. I felt so lucky to have such a wonderful boy in my life.
"Mummy loves you also...even more" I said as my eyes began to moisten with emotions. I felt so happy and so special. As these emotions swept through me, I barely noticed that he lad let go of my hand and placed it on my left thigh. Then, ever so slowly he began to massage my upper thigh. Since I was wearing a dress, he had easy access to my thighs.
He leaned over and gently kissed me on my cheek. It was just a peck. Completely what any mother would expect from a loving Son. I put my arm around him and brought him closer to me. After the kiss, I leaned my head on his shoulder.
His hand that had been slowly massaging my thigh now started to move between my thighs. I squeezed my thighs together signaling that he was not to go any further. No words were spoken...only his breathing increased as if he were hyperventilating.
We watched television for another 30 minutes and I excused myself and started going upstairs to my bedroom. Even though it was a Friday night, and it was only 9:30, I was tired from a long week at work and wanted to go to bed.
"Good night darling, come and give Mummy a goodnight kiss" I said. Mark walked over and I kissed him gently on his cheek. This time his arms went around my waist and he drew me closer. Our thighs touched and my breasts pushed into his chest. Then I felt a bulge in front of Mark's trousers. I was taken back...this was not right. How could my Son get an erection holding his own mother? Perhaps it was my imagination. I could not fathom my Son getting an erection for his own Mother. It was not possible I thought and quickly ended the kiss and as I tried to pull away.
"I love you, Mum." He repeated.
"Mummy loves you too, now off to bed" I told him and firmly pushed him away. He reluctantly went to his bedroom as I went to my own bedroom. Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling wondering what was happening to me.
I did not sleep well that night wondering if Mark was lusting after his mother or was it my imagination?
Next morning, I was up early and was making a cup of coffee when I was startled by my Mark's appearance in the kitchen. Normally he sleeps late on weekends, so I thought it was unusual for him to be up so early. He walked up and hugged me from behind.
"Good Morning Mum" he said. His arms were around my waist just below my breasts as he hugged me from behind.
"Good Morning Darling... did you sleep well?" I asked, trying to avoid looking at him. Just then I felt his arms tighten around my waist and I felt him pushing into my buttocks. I felt a noticeable hardness!! Since I was wearing a thin nighty, and he was wearing just a pair of bed shorts I felt the full force of my young son's erection!!
I gasped as I gripped the counter.
"Oh my God, not again," I thought as I briefly closed my eyes.
This time there was no doubt. Mark had an erection...a full blown hardon! Then, I felt a subtle push into my arse. Oh my God, he is humping me!! This time his hard young cock aligned perfectly with my arse and forcibly separated my cheeks. I felt his breath on my neck as his hard cock continued to push into my arse trying to lodge itself between my cheeks. He pushed again, a bit harder this time. No doubt he felt the soft flesh of his my arse against his stiff young erection. While it lasted but a fleeting few seconds, it felt like an eternity.
I stood there not knowing what to do. I was temporarily immobilized and speechless.
It's probably just a morning erection I reasoned. Still, it was completely unexpected and the experience left me shaking.
I grabbed his wrists to free myself from his embrace and politely walked over to the fridge. As I turned around I glanced at his crotch. There was no doubt My Son was aroused.....very aroused. I gasped again not knowing what to do.
It is just a morning erection, I thought. All boys and young men get them, don't they?
"Don't make a big deal out of it," I thought to myself. "All young boys and men get morning erections" and dismissed the brief albeit uncomfortable encounter with my Son.
Still, it affected me. Since I had not had any contact with a man for a long time, the encounter had left me a bit shaken and nervous. My breath became shallow and my nipples hardened. I was shocked by my own response to the encounter with my Son. Is this how a normal woman responds after she has been starved of physical intimacy? I shook my head and went about my daily work.
The rest of the morning was uneventful. We had breakfast and I told Mark to cut the grass in the back garden. I went to work cleaning the house. By noon, I had most of the house cleaned, except my Mark's bedroom. I though to myself why not take a break and enjoy the sunshine in the garden.
I changed into a one-piece bathing suit. It was quite modest, but given that I am busty (38D) it did show a generous amount of cleavage. I went into the garden wearing my shades and with sunscreen and a magazine in my hand. I laid down on my back on the lounge chair.
I wondered where Mark had gone to...... I did not think much about it and soon was absorbed reading my magazine.
"Hi Mum" I heard Mark's voice near the house. He walked up to up to the loungers wearing his Speedo shorts. I wondered if he knew the effect he had on the women around him? The shorts hugged his tight young arse and highlighted the bulge in front. He jumped on the lounger next to me, while I continued to read.
After about 15 minutes, I glanced at his body. I could not help but notice his very lean and smooth body. I also noticed quite a prominent bulge in his pants indicating that my Son was no longer my *********** boy. He had turned into a handsome young teenager.
While I was checking him out, he was doing the same to me. As I expected, Mark's eyes were drawn to my large breasts and cleavage. He stared and his familiar labored breathing returned. Not only that, but the bulge in his Speedo had noticeably grown.
I quickly tried to get back to my reading. But the damage was done! I too had become aroused looking at my own Son.
Looking at the bulge in his swimming trunks had ignited a fire within me.
This could not be happening. I was infected with i****tuous lust. What is wrong with this family, I wondered?
Quickly I went back into the house and poured myself a stiff G&T hoping to calm my nerves. God, I was shaking, My nipples were hard and once again my pussy was very wet!!
After finishing my drink I went upstairs to finish cleaning my bedroom and after that I went into Mark's bedroom. As usual, his room was a mess. Dirty clothes and the usual signs that my son had been masturbating. I have seen all the signs before – stained towels and tissuses by his bed. Bed sheets with dried cum stains and the usual stack of girlie magazines under his mattress. I was mildly amused. After all, he was now a teenager (14) and his hormones must be driving him crazy. I would be worried if he did not relieve himself.
Then I saw one magazine that was under his pillow that caught my attention. It was a glossy magazine with a picture of an older woman kneeling in front of what looked like a teenage boy. She was naked and her heavy breasts hung from her chest. The boy's stiff cock was in her mouth as she stared at the camera.
Besides the explicit picture, the title of the magazine shocked me - - "Mothers and Sons". Judging by the folded pages, this magazine was worn and had seen plenty of use!
I did not know such magazines existed!! I felt dizzy after seeing it. I sat down on his bed, in case I fainted!!
Should I invade my son's privacy and look through his magazine? Staring at the cover had made my heart race. A combination of curiosity and intrigue took over me, and I took the plunge and started looking though the magazine. There were pages and pages of young boys engaging in explicit sex acts with older women. They were very graphic indeed.
They were supposedly pictures of mothers and their sons.
One page showed a young boy with his stiff cock in his mother's hairy pussy. Another showed a beautiful woman with her mouth open showing her son squirting his cum into her mouth.
The pages had titles like "I Love My Son's Cock... Masturbating My Son...Making Mother Pregnant and Cumming Home to Mother."
I was both horrified and aroused. My knickers were soaked. Why was I so affected by these images of mothers and sons engaging in
i****tuous acts? Were there families that engaged in i****tuous relationships?
Rather than confront my feelings, I went back to cleaning Mark's room although my mind was racing and in turmoil. In 15 minutes, I had finished cleaning his bedroom and then went downstairs to confront Mark with the magazine.
He was still in the back garden.
"Mark, come inside here now" I yelled at him.
"Mum...what is it...?" He replied.
"No!! Get in here NOW" I shouted back. I was shaking and not at all sure how I would deal with my sick and perverted Son. My own flesh and blood.
"Ok, Mum what is it"? He said as he came into the house.
"THIS" I said and threw the magazine at him. It landed on the floor. His face turned red and was speechless. He looked down at the floor avoiding my gaze.
"Well, what is this CRAP, where did you get this?" I screamed.
"Mum, I am sorry... I... I..." he stammered unable to speak coherently.
"Where did you get this magazine...ANSWER ME" I shouted back. "Tell me Mark...Answer me please. And how long have you been looking at this crap" My voice beginning to shake.
"Mum....I,...I,...got it from Bobby" he started to sob. "Mum, I am so sorry" he continued.
"You mean Bobby jones, Brenda's son"? I asked. "I don't believe you.....tell me the truth" I insisted.
"Mum, it is the truth....please believe me, I am telling you the truth....please" he pleaded with me. I thought he was about to cry.
"I am going to call Brenda. I WILL get to the bottom of this and you better not be lying young man".
"God, No Mum, please don't call his Mum. He will get in big trouble... please Mum, please don't call his mum" he pleaded.
"Mark, tell me, why do you look at such filthy magazine and where did Bobby get this magazine anyway?" I asked.
"Bobby said his Mom gut him the magazine" he blurted out, still avoiding my gaze.
"Mark, what are you saying....this is so sick, you can't be serious." I said, my voice rising again.
"Mark, I know Bobby's Mum and I know she would not buy such a magazine". I told my Son.
"Mum, you don't understand. Bobby and his Mum are very close" He blurted out. "Very close" he repeated.
I ignored his last comment, not fully comprehending the message.
"Now Mark, answer my question, why do you look at such magazines...tell me truth please?" I persisted.
" Ok Mum, I look at them and then masturbate". He said as he continued to avoid my gaze. His face streaked with a combination of fear and shame.
"Bobby said he and his Mum are very close". "Bobby even asked me if I was close to you like he and his Mum" he continued.
"Mark, listen to me. Brenda loves her Bobby just like I love you. I don't believe any of this. I can't imagine Brenda doing these things with Bobby" I told him shaking my head in total disbelief.
"Now go to your bedroom" I told him.
He did as told and I too went to my bedroom, closing the door. I took off my clothes and got under the covers. My nipples were very stiff and my pussy soaking wet! I felt so sick that I thought I was going to throw up.
It was as if my body had become disconnected from my brain. My body reacted with i****tuous lust and a strong, shameful need that could not be denied... regardless of the shame and disgust I was feeling.
The shameful truth was that I wanted Mark just as much as he wanted me.
My fingers snaked down towards my wet hairy pussy. I stuck in 2 fingers and then rubbed my clit. I closed my eyes savoring the intense, forbidden pleasures that swept through my body. With my left hand, I pinched my nipples.
Then images of Mark flooded my imagination. Mark in his pajamas with a huge tent at his groin.....images of Mark in his bathing suit sporting an obscene bulge....images of him dry humping me from behind as he did in the kitchen; images of me kneeling in front of him lowering his pajamas.....images of his beautiful, stiff young cock staring at me....embracing his waist with his hard young cock resting on my cheek....leaving a trail of pre-cum and the last image of my fingers wrapped around his stiff young cock, slowly masturbating my Son until he spurts and spurts his i****tuous cum for his Mother to taste.
The last image triggered a huge and shattering orgasm. I moaned as wave after wave of intense pleasure shook my body....so intense was my orgasm that I thought I would pass out. It felt as if I had ejaculated. Blissfully, sleep overtook me and I descended into restful slumber. I would call Brenda in the morning and ask about the magazine.
I woke up bright and early morning. Mark had already left for his school. The events of the last few days had turned my world upside down. The encounters with my Son had left me shaken and on edge. I did not know what to make of all the new feelings and desires that had germinated within me.
How am I supposed to face my own Son knowing about his secret desires and worse, that I too am infected by the same i****tuous desire?
How am I to deal with the shameful knowledge that I am attracted to my own son?
My mind replayed the images in the magazine that I found in Mark's bedroom. I rationalized that all teen boys look at sex magazines, yet this magazine was different. This was not Playboy or Penthouse but hardcore i****t.
I wondered if there were other mothers who had sex with their sons.
Were there families that practiced i****t? Or was it just me who was living in my own bubble, unaware of what was happening all around me in the real world?
These thoughts swirled in my head as I went to the kitchen to make a coffee. I thought about the phone call I had to make to Brenda, Bobby's mum. I wanted to ask her about the i****t magazine and Mark's comments that "Bobby and his mother are very close".
The answer seemed obvious: if Brenda gave the magazine to her son, and he and his mum are apparently so close, then Brenda must have been having sex with her own son!
She was committing i****t. I did not know what else to think.
I wondered how I would begin the awkward conversation with Brenda. I struggled to reconcile my feelings about her. On one hand, Brenda was one of my closest friends and we shared so much together. We had raised our sons side by side and shared many secrets. Our ex-husbands even played darts together. After her divorce from Nick, her husband, we became even closer and shared our heartaches and happy moments.
On the other hand, Brenda may lead a secret life. She may be having sex with her son. This Brenda was a stranger to me; a stranger with a dark, secretive side. A chill ran down my spine as I thought about this possibility.
I finished my coffee and headed to the living room to call Brenda. I nervously dialed her phone number, my hands shaking, my heart racing. Brenda answered the phone and we exchanged some pleasantries. She mentioned that she and Bobby were going to Anglesey to the beach and whether I wanted to join them. I told her I needed to talk to her. She picked up on the serious tone in my voice and asked:
"Helen, is everything OK? You don't sound well."
I told her about the i****t magazine I found in Mark's bedroom. He said he had received the magazine from Bobby. Was this true?
"Brenda, do you know what I am talking about? Do you know if Bobby gave the magazine to Mark. Does Bobby read such magazines? This is not mainstream porn for heaven's sake!
This is an i****t magazine!" I said trying very hard to stay calm in spite of my heart thumping in my chest.
There was dead silence on the phone. It seems as if Brenda had dropped the phone.
Finally, she said, "Oh My God Helen, I am so embarrassed.
I had no idea Bobby told anyone about that magazine. Oh, no... Jesus..." She stammered incoherently struggling to find the right words.
"Brenda, what are you saying? I don't believe this. Why would Bobby read such a magazine and where would he get such a magazine anyway? Do you even know the kind of pictures that are in that magazine?" I asked in a condescending tone.
She remained silent.
"Brenda, Mark said Bobby got the magazine from you. Is that true? You gave that magazine to your son?" I asked. She remained silent for a few more moments until finally she found the nerve to respond.
"Yes, I gave Bobby the magazine. I just ... just ... I don't know what to tell you," she said in a quiet voice.
Another awkward silence ensued.
"Helen, please... try to understand... the divorce devastated mine and Bobby's life.
All we had was one another. We cried together and comforted each other. Don't you remember what a basket case I was when Nick left us?" she pleaded looking for some sign of understanding on my part.
"The loneliness and heartache became too much for both of us. So we turned to each other.
I know society does not approve of such behavior, but we had few choices. Helen, I don't expect you to agree with me, but as my best friend can you at least understand our situation?
Can you at least do that?" she begged.
"Helen I don't want to discuss this over the phone. Can I come over, please? Lets talk in person; I don't want to do this over the phone."
I agreed and quickly hung up the phone. I walked to the lounge and sat down on the sofa trying to fit the pieces of this puzzle. I saw the i****t magazine still on the table, just where I had left it yesterday. Dare I look at it again?
I could not resist. I picked up the magazine and with shaking fingers turned the pages. My pussy was soaked as I looked at the mother-son photos. Now the faces were of Brenda and her son Bobby in my mind: perverted images of Brenda kneeling in front of Bobby and sucking his hard young cock; images of Brenda masturbating her own Son into her open mouth; images of both of them proudly staring at the camera, smiling as Bobby's cock was fully inside his mother; more images of Brenda smiling while spreading her legs wide open for Bobby;
Her fingers spreading her pussy lips to show her son her forbidden passage, a place where a Son isn't meant to go!.
Each image was more explicit and forbidden than the last.
My heart was thumping in my chest and to my horror my pussy began to moisten, just like last night. I could not get the vile images out of my mind. I became immobilized. It was as if my body had taken over and my brain was no longer in command. I shut my eyes and squeezed my thighs hoping to stem the flow of nectar from my hairy pussy, but that only magnified the throbbing between my legs. The seepage from my pussy had become a flood and my knickers were now soaked.
Good Lord, what was happening to me? Why was becoming so aroused by i****tuous thoughts and images?
Was it the taboo nature of the act that aroused me to such a fevered pitch? My pussy throbbed as I pondered the reasons for my body's carnal response.
Since Brenda would be here in a few minutes, I hurried upstairs and jumped in the shower as if to cleanse my body and mind and regain my composure. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature as hot as I could stand it. I wanted to scrub my body of its shameful desires.
As I soaped by body, my fingers brushed across my hairy pussy and swollen clit eliciting a loud moan. I rubbed it again and fingered my vulva and soon was openly masturbating. Two fingers penetrated my pussy, thumbing my clit, pinching my nipples, finger fucking myself. I closed my eyes and again erotic images reappeared in my mind. This time images of my own son Mark reading the i****t magazine flashed in my mind. His hand was fisting his stiff young cock while his other hand fondling his smooth swollen balls. He masturbated jerking his hips in time with his fist, grunting as he approached his climax until finally a torrent of cum shot out of his young cock.
These thoughts and the images made me swoon and soon my legs shook as an orgasm swept through me with intensity. The water spray cascaded over my naked body, hopefully washing away my sinful desires. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the post orgasmic bliss as my breathing slowly returned to normal.
After a few minutes, I got up and toweled my hair and body. In spite of my orgasm, my nipples remained stiff and my breasts seemed fuller and more sensitive than usual. I put on a simple dress. I did not bother wearing a bra or knickers. Just then the doorbell rang and I went downstairs to meet Brenda.
I quietly let her in and she followed me to the living room where we sat down facing each other. She avoided my gaze preferring instead to look down at her lap almost in a defensive posture. Just as well, I thought, otherwise she may be able to see right through me and discover that I too was aroused by i****tuous thoughts. I felt so transparent.
I remained silent, giving Brenda the opportunity to start the conversation. After a few seconds of awkward silence, she spoke.
"Helen I know you must think I am horrible, but please try to understand our situation.
After Nick left us two years ago, our lives were shattered. All we had was each other. One thing led to another and before I knew it, we were comforting each other emotionally and physically," she explained as she finally had the courage to look into my eyes. I noticed her eyes were wet and pleading. She appeared uncomfortable and was deeply affected by the current circumstances.
I did not want to interrupt her, so I let her continue.
"I know society condemns such things, but I am sure there are other mothers who are intimate with their sons.
I can't believe that I am the only person to have crossed this line.
Like you, I love my son very much and would not do anything to harm him. I am sure you know that," she continued.
I felt she was talking to herself almost as much as she was speaking to me.
"How long have you two been doing this? How did it start?" I asked.
I was hoping to learn from her experience and perhaps it might help me deal with own.
She explained that they had been doing it for about a year. It stared when she walked in to Bobby's room and caught him masturbating. He had a pair of her lace knickers around his swollen young cock as he wanked off. His eyes were closed so he was unaware of my presence. He continued to masturbate till he spurted his cum all over his belly. As he spurted, he moaned "Mum, mum ooh Mummy... aaah..." as pearly cum spewed out of the tip of his hard young cock as he continued to rub my knickers over his hard cock.
"I was shocked to hear him call Mummy while masturbating. It was bad enough he was wanking off into my knickers but calling out for me as he came had me shaking," Brenda said.
"Then he opened his eyes and saw me standing at the door of his room. He was horrified and screamed 'MUM... What are you doing here?' He frantically pulled the bed sheet over his groin and covered his eyes with his forearm refusing to look at me. I could feel the deep sense of shame and embarrassment that Bobby felt at that moment. So rather than make a scene, I decided to comfort him and alleviate his shame.
Was that so wrong? After all, he was all I had left in my life and the last thing I wanted to do was to alienate him and drive a wedge between us," Brenda explained.
Brenda said that she walked over to sit down on the bed. Bobby was still too ashamed to look at her. So I explained to him that I was shocked but not angry with him. I told him I loved him very much and understood that all teenage boys masturbate and often have a crush on their mothers. He was not the first boy to think of his Mum "that way". She kissed his forehead as a gesture of reassurance and slowly he moved his arm and looked at her. Finally.
"Helen he looked like a scared puppy. He looked so adorable. I just wanted to hold him," she explained.
I was speechless. Here was my best friend telling me how she seduced her own boy and I was spellbound. Yet, I did not feel any of my earlier revulsion. I let Brenda continue.
"I looked into his puppy eyes and honestly, I never felt closer to my son. I leaned over and kissed him again, this time fully on his lips. This was not a mother to son kiss, but a proper kiss. He was startled a bit but quickly kissed me back. As the kiss lingered, it became very passionate and soon I crawled into my Bobby's bed. I was still clothed but he was as naked as the day he was born," she said.
"I get the picture, you don't need to go into details," I chided her. Yet, I was fascinated by her story. "Brenda, he is your son for God sake!. How could you have sex with your own son?" I questioned.
"I struggled with my feelings for a while," she replied.
"But given the loneliness and heartache I had endured, I gave in to my desires. Plus, Bobby needed someone and he was sexually starved, so I felt it was my duty as a mother to help and comfort my only c***d.
No mother wants to see their c***d suffer," she explained.
"Helen, I also want you to know that the last year has been my happiest.
I feel so close to him. I feel complete. Bobby also told me he is happiest when he is in my arms where I feel he belongs and as a bonus, hie has improved in school."
I became aroused by her story and her explanations. My pussy became moist. I wondered how I would feel if Mark,my son was between my legs. Would I feel the same level of closeness and warmth?
She explained that by keeping him sexually fulfilled at home, she protects Bobby from the slutty girls at school. This way she protects Bobby from getting some girl pregnant. Another advantage is that she herself is sexually fulfilled and no longer has to date a bunch of men. Bobby takes care of me every night, She said.
"In fact, he has moved into my bedroom, so he can take care of his me 2 or 3 times a day!" she proudly announced.
"Helen, I am not telling you what to do. I am just telling you what has worked for us. We no longer hide our affection and our feelings for each other. There are no more secrets in our house. One of our favorite things is that we go on-line together to check out websites related to family love."
I was genuinely moved by Brenda's honesty. I was intrigued and aroused. I decided to reciprocate and confess my feelings to her since she had been so candid and open. I no longer felt any revulsion that she had sex with her teenage son. Instead, I had feelings of understanding and reconciliation.
"Brenda, I have something to confess also," I said.
I told her about the events of the last 2 days and how Mark is obsessed with i****tuous thoughts about his mother. I told her about his constant peeping and trying to touch me and rub against. Then I find the magazine "Mothers and Sons" and a pair of my knickers on his bed.
I had no idea what he was doing with them, although after Brenda's description of Bobby masturbating with her knickers, I could now guess.
"Yesterday, he hugged me from behind while I was in the kitchen. I felt his hard young cock against my arse. He kept trying to push it into me. It seemed like he was dry humping me," I told Brenda.
Brenda interrupted me. "Helen, like Bobby, Mark needs his mother, can't you see that? The poor boy must be suffering so much. His hormones must be driving him crazy and he needs relief. You know he is such a good boy."
I told her about how I too had become attracted and very aroused by his behavior. I told her about the vivid images of Mark that flash through my mind.
"Helen, listen to me. You both need each other. I am sure you can see that, and Mark is just like Bobby. The two of them could be brothers. Both have strong sexual desires for their mothers. So instead of making our boys feel guilty, I think it is better to allow their feelings to blossom and help them with there desires. Why should we punish them for what is a very natural response among young boys? " she said.
I understood. My son was suffering and was turning to his mother for relief. So I asked, "Brenda, you could be right, so what do you suggest I do?"
"Well, first you have to make him feel comfortable around you. I suggest you start wearing more revealing clothes around the house. You have such a nice figure, why do you hide it? When Mark stares at your breasts, just smile and don't make him feel guilty.
I wear skimpy clothes around our house and you should see his reaction, or shall I say erections, I get from Bobby! You also know all boys are attracted to their mother's breasts, so I am sure you can figure out what to do." She smiled looking at my jutting breasts.
"May I also suggest hugging him and perhaps kissing him on his cheek and lips? Let him feel his mother's body and don't push him away when he rubs himself on you.
Closeness is to be encouraged since it builds trust and a physical bond between a mother and her son."
She continued, "I did the same thing with Bobby. Every time Bobby hugs me, I can feel his hard young cock. Rather than push him away, I allow him to rub his stiff erection all over my body. Usually, we end up kissing and well ... I am sure you can figure out the rest..." she concluded.
"Well Helen, I hope I did not shock you too much with my revelations. As I said, we are both very happy and that is the most important thing," she said.
With those remarks she got up and headed for the front door. I gave her a warm hug and a kiss. I told her she was a very special friend and I loved her as one. While leaving, she looked down at my blouse and saw my stiff nipples proudly forming two little tents.
"Oh my, look at you," she smiled with approval. "Now go and take care of Mark... and don't forget to tell me about it! Bye for now".
As Brenda left, I went back to my bedroom to lie down and compose my thoughts. Mark would not be home from school for another hour, so I took the time to think about what I should do. I took Brenda's advice and stopped feeling guilty and start giving Mark the physical affection he needed. The nagging voices telling me that i****t was evil were becoming faint. My Mark's needs were taking priority.
My pussy became wet and the familiar spasms returned even though I had masturbated earlier this morning. While I wanted so much to scratch the itch between my legs, I got up and went to my closet to wear something sexy. I wanted to surprise my beautiful boy when he returned home from school.
I selected a tight fitting cami top with a low neckline and spaghetti straps. My 38D breasts formed an alluring cleavage that would be hard to miss. My stiff nipples poked out of the fabric like small headlights. Given Mark's fascination with my breasts, I know he would be drawn to them like a bee to honey.
To complement my top, I selected a skirt that ended just above my knees. The skirt was loose fitting and provided tantalizing views of my naked thighs as I moved about. I did not bother wearing any nylons so Mark could stare at my naked legs and thighs. I wore a pair of very sheer sexy knickers thatshowed my dark hairy pussy. I applied a little light makeup and a dab of my favorite perfume and I was ready to face my son.
I looked in the mirror and was amazed at my sexy transformation. I smiled as I thought how Mark could resist his sexy mother.
Well, I did not have long to wait, since he would be home soon from school. I went downstairs and turned on the TV. As I sat on the sofa, the loose skirt rode up my legs displaying a generous amount of my thighs. From the right vantage point, Mark could look all the way between my thighs and even see my sheer knickers. I shivered at the possibilities.
As I leaned forward to grab the magazine from the table, my 38D breasts bulged out of the camisole threatening to pop out in all their naked glory. I adjusted my top slightly but to no avail. The cami was too low cut to offer much cover. My generous cleavage would be on display for Mark to see. My nipples were sticking out proudly as if to announce of my arousal. My legs were slightly open hinting of the treasures that lay between them.
As I flicked through the TV channels, I heard Mark outside the door fumbling with the door key. He was about to enter, so I held my breath. My heart was beating feverishly.
"Hi Mum," he announced as he walked in to the lounge.
"Hi darling, did you have a good day at school?" I answered. I purposely avoided making eye contact. I wanted to know if he noticed my risqué attire. I wanted to see if he was affected by his mother's clothing. Almost immediately I head him gasp.
"Wow, Mum, you ... you... look... nice," he said. He was openly staring at me and just as I expected, his eyes were fixated on my deep cleavage. I pretended not to notice his gawking.
"Well thank you, darling. What a nice thing to say," I said finally looking at him.
His face looked flushed. He had that confused look about him as if he had seen a ghost. I smiled at him, but my smile seemed to go unnoticed.
"Well, darling, did you have a good day?" I asked trying to nudge him from starting at his mother. "Come here, Mark," I told him but he seemed immobilized. I got up and started to walk towards him. As I rose, my breasts bulged out and I heard him gasp.
"Darling, come here," I said again, a bit louder this time. He finally came towards me and into my open arms. My breasts pushed into his chest. I am sure he felt their size and warmth. How could he not?
"What's the matter baby, cat got your tongue"? I asked. "Or don't you love your mummy anymore?" I continued while I hugged my son. "Just the other day, you kept telling me how much you loved me, remember? Or were you just k**ding me?" I pouted.
"Well... eh... mmm... I thought you might be still upset with me... you know... about the magazine," he said in a shy, hesitant tone.
"No darling. I am not upset anymore. I am sorry I over-reacted. I guess I forgot that you are not my ********** any more. You are all grown up and I have to give you privacy.
I know how teenage boys are and how they are constantly looking at girls and how their hormones are very active... and... and... that they have strong urges," I told him.
I walked him over to the sofa where we sat down holding hands and facing each other, my breasts pointing at him provocatively. The generous cleavage had the desired effect; again Mark's eyes were drawn to my breasts and stiff nipples tenting the thin cami.
"Now tell me, why do you want to look at such magazines? Most teenage boys look at magazines like Playboy or Penthouse. Why do you look at a magazine involving mothers and sons?" I wanted to know.
He reluctantly looked up at my face and said, "I don't know mum. I got turned on by thoughts of mothers and sons and boys touching their mums. I know I am not supposed to think about these things. The more I thought about it, the more turned on I would get. he confessed. I hope you are not upset and think that I am some kind of weirdo," he said looking into my eyes and seeking some reassurance.
"Oh, honey," I said, "mummy understands. I had no idea you had these feelings towards me. But you have to understand how wrong all this is. Mummy's are supposed to love and protect their c***dren from such things. Not ummm have sex them. Can you understand that?" I asked.
Mark seemed unmoved. He said, "But I get so turned on when I think about you and touching you?"
"Well, what DO you do darling?" I inquired.
"I go to the bathroom or to my bedroom and... and... mmm... you know... I touch myself," he said and looked down trying to avoid my gaze.
I wanted details, so I pressed him. "What do you do Mark, what do you touch?"
"I touch myself, you know, I touch my willy because it gets so stiff, so I touch it and wank it and make it feel good till that stuff comes out," he said as his eyes returned back to my breasts. It seems our conversation was affecting my son. I glanced down at his crotch and sure enough, his pants were sharply tented.
My son's words also made me shiver and my pussy became very wet. I imagined Mark wanking off with images of his mother. When I looked down at his crotch, I noticed the unmistakable bulge. It seemed like I was not the only one affected by this conversation.
"I understand, darling. Mummy understands. All boys do this and play with their young cocks," I reassured him. I think my use of the word cock surprised him.
"But mum, Bobby and his mum are very close. Why can't we be close just like them?" he asked.
"What exactly did Bobby tell you?" I asked even though I knew Bobby and his mother were having sex together.
"Bobby said he and his mum kiss and hug and then he touches her, you know, all over. His mum lets him play with her boobs and even lets him look at them when she is naked. She also touches his willy and plays with it till he shoots his goo," he said. "Bobby even takes a shower with his mum and she kisses his willy and when he squirts his goo, he told me his mum swallows it."
I shivered hearing such graphic descriptions of Brenda and her son Bobby. My pussy was now soaking wet. The conversation was quickly spinning out of control. So in order to regain control, I told Mark that I loved him very much and wanted him to be happy. I told him I wanted to be close to him also. The reality was that I could not resist my son and wanted him as much as he wanted me.
He did not know how to interpret my words, so I leaned over and kissed him on his forehead. His arms went around me. I kissed him again on his lips. It started as a slow, tentative peck on his lips but soon grew in its intensity and passion. His tongue pushed past my lips and tried to enter my mouth. I clenched my teeth to deny him entry. He persisted. Eventually, I stopped resisting and his tongue entered my mouth.
I moaned as our tongues intertwined in a forbidden dance. The kiss seemed to go on and on till I pushed him back. I was breathless.
This time it was my son who leaned towards me for another kiss. I could not resist. Another passionate, forbidden kiss ensued. After a few seconds Mark buried his face into my shoulder and began to kiss my neck.
I remember Brenda telling me not to push my son away when he wanted to be close to his mother, so I allowed Mark to do as he pleased. I ran my fingers through his hair as a silent gesture that he could continue to kiss me, and even go further if he so wanted. With his face buried in my neck, he did not have to look at me or make eye contact, so he could continue fondling me any way he wanted.
I felt his right hand dip down and his fingers began to caress the top of my breasts. Then, ever so slowly, he moved his fingers lower until he felt my top. As he continued to kiss and suck on the side of my neck, his fingers slipped inside my top as he continued to feel the softness of my breast.
My heart beating wildly, my pussy gushing its nectar, I gasped as I felt his finger move down further, nearing my erect nipple. Just then, his fingers seemed to stop their movement and began to feel the areole and the ridges around my nipple; his fingers made small circles. I closed my eyes and gave in to the voluptuous feelings.
Then, almost as if by its own accord, my right hand moved to his crotch. Mark gasped as I felt his young hardness. He jerked as if he had felt an electric shock. He pulled away to look into my eyes.
We stared at each other. We both understood that we were crossing a line and our relationship was about to change forever.
What we were about to do could not be undone. I closed the gap between us and kissed Mark on lips. Our kiss went on and on and soon his hands returned to my breast. He reached into my top to continue where he had left off, slipping his fingers further this time they sc****d my areole and then advanced towards the nipple.
I, too, continued where I had left off and rubbed the front of his school trousers and was rewarded with more gasps. I increased pressure as I continued to rub his hard young cock back and forth, while increasing pressure with each pass.
Mark moaned into my mouth, or was that me?
As I rubbed Mark's cock through his trousers, images of another scene flashed into my head. I remember that movie scene where the late actress Kay Parker rubbed her son's cock though his trousers in the movie "Taboo". I was doing exactly the same thing.
I reached between his legs and cupped his balls and cock. With his cock and balls fully trapped in my hand, I began a slow massage. Even though his trousers were separating my hand from his naked young cock, I could feel its heat and its throbbing.
"Ah Mum," he cried out in lust as he pulled away from my lips and buried his face once again into my shoulder. Once again, he began fondling my breasts. Then he withdrew his hand and moved it to my shoulder. Slowly and with some hesitation, he lowered the strap on my left shoulder. As he pulled it down, more and more of my breast came into view.
I wanted my son to see my breast. Slowly, his hands came down and slipped inside the cami and captured my nipple. Then he pinched it.
"Oh Baby..." I moaned as I shivered with lust. He rubbed the nipple back and forth just like I was rubbing and fondling his hard young cock. I undid his belt in the hope that I could feel his naked cock in my hands. I did manage to undo his belt and then lowered his zipper but it was not possible to lower his trousers any further since he was sitting down. So I reached inside and this time I felt his hard cock through his underpants. I reached under and once again captured his cock and balls in my hand. His underpants were wet with pre-cum. His young cock pulsed in my hand as if it were alive.
Only a thin layer of cloth separated me from my son! I savored the moment. I did not want to let go of my boy's hard young cock.
While I was mesmerized by his cock, Mark lowered the other strap of my top and soon both of my breasts were on display. He began to maul and fondle both breasts. His long repressed desires and fantasies were coming to life. His desires to be "close" to his mother were finally becoming a reality.
I desperately wanted to feel my son's naked cock, so I snaked my hand inside his underpants. He shuddered and groaned as I made such intimate contact. My fingers curled around its length. Again, I closed my eyes allowing myself to savor this precious moment.
I did not want this to end. I was holding my beautiful baby boy's hard young cock in my hand.
His cock was not particularly large, but had this delightful foreskin since he had not been circumcised. I felt every ridge, vain and contour as it pulsed in my hand.
Slowly, I began to wank him off: back and forth, slowly.
I wanted to give my son the greatest amount of pleasure. He moaned, "Ahhhhh... Mum... Mum..." as his breathing became harsher and labored. He tried jerking his hip, trying to hump my hand but that was not possible given our sitting position.
As I continued to wank his cock, I used my thumb to smear the pre-cum on the head of his glorious hard young cock with each stroke. This made this young cock drool even more pre-cum. His groans became louder as he continued to maul my breasts. I tightened my hold on his hard cock and resumed sliding my hand up and down. I could only imagine what was going on inside my son's head. Weeks of i****tuous fantasies and unmet desires were surfacing. I wanted to prolong my son's pleasure and allow him to indulge in his i****tuous fantasies.
For me, the sheer taboo nature of the act had set my pussy on fire. It was as if a dam had burst and now I could not get enough of my son.
I arched my back and thrust my breasts into his hands encouraging him to do as he wished. He squeezed them together and watched the deep cleavage. I put my hand behind his head and he buried his face in my cleavage. I pushed his head lower hoping he would suck my hard nipples. He did as I expected and had latched on to my left nipple with his mouth. Immediately, his tongue began to wash over the nipple. I groaned and tightened my grip around his cock jerking him more urgently.
Mark groaned into my breasts and then his body shook and heaved like he was having a heart attack. He cried out, "Ahhhh yeeeea, MUM, Mum..." as his young cock jerked in my hand and erupted. I desperately wanted to feel his warm cum, so I moved my hand over the head of his spewing cock. In this position, I felt jet after jet of my baby boy's cum as it flooded into my hand. Warm, thick cum from all the i****tuous lust that built up in my son was finally coming out.
To further inflame his senses, I whispered, "Yes, baby boy, let it all come out. Let it all go. That's a good boy, yes, yes, mmmm... You're such a big boy now... Yes, just like that." Then, to prolong his pleasure, I moved my cum-soaked hand to cup his balls. I slowly massaged them, coaxing them to give up their precious fluid.
Mark groaned even louder as another volley of cum shot out of this young cock. He cried out in pleasure. The spurting began to slow and subside. I moved my hands to his cock, massaging him slowly. He slumped against my shoulder. The incredible orgasm had drained him of his lust and his energy.
While Mark's lust had been satisfied, I was still on fire. My dripping pussy begged for relief. I thought about going to the bathroom and sitting on the toilet while I rubbed my cunt and gained relief. The idea seemed ludicrous. I did not want to break the warm embrace with my son. If I was going to cum then I would do so in his arms, just as he had cum in my arms.
I moved my hand from his soaked underpants and moved my fingers to my thighs and then slipped my hand inside my sheer knickers. Mark's cum was still on my hands as it intermixed with my own juices. I was shaking as my fingers slid along the groove of my pussy, back and forth, stopping to tease and tweak my clit. After a few more sweeps I plunged 2 of my fingers deep into my wet hairy cunt. I gasped at the intensity of my pleasure. I finger fucked myself as I held Mark with the other arm. He seemed to be oblivious to my plunging fingers. Could he not feel my jerking hand?
I continued and soon it was I who moaned and convulsed as a wave of pleasure swept over me. I cried out in pleasure and bit my lip to avoid screaming. My pussy shuddered and squirted some of my feminine nectar.
I withdrew my fingers and brought them to my lips. I licked some of my juice and then moved them to my Mark's lips. I dragged my wet fingers across his lips and then kissed his lips. It was as if to seal our i****tuous love.
I don't believe I have ever felt closer to another person as I did with my son. Brenda was right. There is no better feeling than that of loving your son physically and emotionally.
Our relationship was now changed forever. I felt no guilt or shame by what happened between us.
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