I Love My Son, A trip to New York changed everything

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That was all it took and he started shooting again. I could feel it running down my legs.

“Oh, yeah. That’s it. Oh, my sweet boy. There it is. I can feel it. Delicious come.”

He finished and fell backwards, almost off of the bed panting heavily. I turned and leaned down sucking his now softening cock into my mouth. I felt possessed to try and swallow his entire length into my throat, and with some struggle and choking did just that. It felt incredible! Shortly, though he lurched away, too sensitive. We collapsed next to each other and slept like that.

I awoke some hours later, desperate for a glass of water. I glanced at the clock, which I think read 3:30. I don’t know why but I threw on one of Jack’s dress shirts that was hanging by the bed, and padded to the kitchen sink. After a drink of water I turned to find Jack standing in the door. He really was beautiful to look at; but he was my son of 23 years. What we had done was not right.

“I can’t believe that we just fucked each other.” He said. Now I was really feeling guilty.

“Jackey…Jack. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not!” he said cheerily. He had a wicked look on his face.

“Jack, it’s wrong” I said firmly, clutching his shirt closed in front of me.

“I don’t care. I loved every second. I want to do it again.”

“Jack…”

“Mom, we both loved it, so who cares?” I was trying to think of something wise to say. “You turn me on incredibly!” He moved to sit in a chair. I noticed that he was getting hard again. “Show me your body again.” I realized that the shirt was barely covering my ass and my pussy but didn’t move. “If you and I both decide that it’s okay to be lovers, than it’s okay.” I simply stared. “I want to be your lover.” Another pause. “Right now I desperately want you to want me as your lover.”

We stared at each other for awhile, as I decided what it was that I really wanted. Finally I decided that I really wanted him; that I was madly in love with him; to hell with the rest.

“God, you look so good in my shirt.” He said. “Dance for me.” I slowly began to roll my hips. I could feel my gooey pussy. Here was a gorgeous man, who I knew and loved, nude and hard, who wanted me too. I began to move around, possessed by sex. I turned my back to him and lowered the shirt showing him my nude back. I pulled it up and then gave him a peek of my bottom. I rolled my hips at him and he reached out to touch me but I moved away, teasing. Holding the bottom of the shirt over my pussy I let the front fall open, just covering my nipples. He was loving it; so was I. I had never danced for anyone this way.

I knelt just in front him letting the shirt fall open, my nipples still barely hidden. I put my hands on his knees and opened his legs wide apart. His penis was now fully erect again. I reached inside of the shirt and took a hold of one breast. I pulled the shirt open showing him my prize. He was entranced.

“Isn’t that beautiful?” I asked. He only nodded. I reached my tongue out and flicked it over my nipple. I threw the shirt off of my shoulders and let it fall, cupping both my breasts. “They really are beautiful, aren’t they?”

“God, yes!”

“So is your cock, baby. Stroke it for me.” He did. “Beautiful cock.” Now I was entranced, pulling on my nipples as I watched him jacking off. “I have never seen such a gorgeous, huge, hard cock. I admit it. I am in love. With you and your body. I love sucking your cock; feeling it in me.” I looked into his eyes, “Oh Jack, be my lover.”

I had another mental picture of us: mother and son, nude together, her kneeling in front of him, as he stroked his cock. My hands were busy on my body; one was stroking my tits as the other was working my pussy. I was soaked. Jack was staring at my tits as I played with them.

“You like my tits?”

“Oh God!” was all he could say.

“You know what would make them look even better? Watching you shoot all that hot come all over them. Shoot it all over my beautiful big tits, and my neck, and my face. God! I’m so wet!!”

“Let me taste you!” He moaned. I jumped up and he fell to his knees as I thrust my hips into his face. I have never felt so nasty. I grabbed his head and pulled him into me. His tongue swabbed all over my pussy; washing over my clit; thrusting into my opening. He moved me to a table and laid me face down on it and continued his oral assault on me from behind. I began to come at once. He was literally fucking my pussy with his tongue. He even swirled it around my ass, which made me come harder. After another huge orgasm, I had to stop and turned and pushed him onto the chair again.

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