Mom-Son: A Love Story

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“Um,” he vaguely replied, greatly distracted by my feet, legs and nudity.

“Drop your towel, Paul,” I instructed, before adding, “let Mommy see how big a man you have become.”

He was trembling as he stammered, looking down, his face beet red, “I-I-I can’t.”

“Why, baby?” I asked, my tone dripping with sexuality.

“I-I-I’m hard,” he admitted.

“Are you hard because of Mommy?” I asked, standing up and walking towards him.

“Y-y-yes,” he stuttered, looking ashamed.

Reaching him, I admitted, “Paul, my pussy is soaking wet…for you.” I leaned forward and kissed him. The kiss, at first, was awkward as our lips touched and he stood frozen like a statue. But like the prince whose kiss wakes up Snow White, my kiss eventually brought to life my son. He began kissing back, although with nervous apprehension.

I whispered, “I love you, Paul and I want to show you just how much.” I dropped to my knees, tugged his towel which fell harmlessly to the floor and I was staring at his nice, thick eight inch stiff cock.

Paul was staring down at me, still with the same this-can’t-really-be-happening-to-me look. I smiled up as I grabbed his cock and said, “Have you ever dreamt of this happening, Paul?”

“Goddddd, yes,” he moaned at my touch.

“How about this?” I asked, as I slid my tongue from the top of his cock down his shaft.

“Ohhhh,” he whimpered.

“Or this?” I continued, as I sucked one of his balls into my mouth,

“Mom,” he moaned, unable to complete a sentence, which flattered me. I was turning my academically inclined son into a blubbering fool.

I found the other ball and replicated the attention, before slithering slowly back up his shaft. “Or this?” I questioned, as I swirled my tongue around his mushroom top without actually putting his cock in my mouth.

“Mom, I’m g-g-going to coooo,” he grunted a warning but it was too late as I was surprised by a full load of his cum on my tongue, lips, and nose.

Wanting to make sure he wasn’t embarrassed by his quick trigger, I purred, “Mmmmmm, yummy,” and took his cock into my mouth to retrieve the rest of his cum, as his cock continued to pulse.

“Aaaaaah,” he moaned, as I sucked his cock slowly, milking every last drop of his cum.

A minute later, I allowed his cock to slip out of my mouth. I stood up, his cum on my face and asked, “Have you ever fantasized about coming on Mommy’s face?”

He nodded.

“What else have you fantasized about?” I asked, as I grabbed both his hands and moved them to my breasts. “Ever wanted to play with Mommy’s titties?”

“Mom, I, um, yes,” he answered, still unable to finish a complete thought.

“Go ahead, baby, suck on Mommy’s titties,” I offered.

He didn’t speak, his eyes still big, as he leaned forward and took my right nipple in his mouth.

“That’s it baby, your mouth feels so good on Mommy’s titties,” I moaned, for some reason getting more turned on using words like ‘Mommy’ and ‘titties’.

He swirled his tongue around my nipple, he sucked it between his lips, and then, slithering his tongue across my breast, between my tits and then to my left nipple, he replicated the hungry attention.

“Paul, I love what you’re doing,” I moaned, which was the truth…my nipples being one of my erogenous zones that really got me going.

I instructed Paul, a little while later, “Come join Mommy on the bed, baby.” I took his hand and led him to my king sized bed.

Reaching the bed, I hopped on the edge of the bed and asked, “What else did you fantasize about, son?”

Paul surprised me as he dropped to his knees and took my left foot into his hands. He then took my nylon-clad toes into his mouth. I had never had my foot or toes pleasured before, other than a foot massage, and was surprised how gentle, soothing and yet erotic it was. I moaned, “That’s it baby, suck on Mommy’s toes.”

He sucked each toe through the sheer nylon, then replicated the action on my other foot.

“Oh God, son, you are getting Mommy very horny,” I moaned, his soft tenderness amazing and yet an undeniable tease. I wanted his cock in me.

Paul finally spoke, his wit finally returning, “What else has Mommy fantasized?”

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