Mother goes on a road trip with her son to surprise husband

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Long before his hands ventured that far south, I knew I was wet. I probably had been since that first kiss when I turned him down. Since that kiss, I’d been warm and tingly down between my legs, and I first realised I was so damn moist that I’d begun leaking onto my bikini briefs around the time I’d removed my son’s shirt. So by the time he’d begun kissing down from my breasts to my belly button, I was more than ready for Joel to take off my underwear. I squirmed and giggled as he kissed my belly button and my lower tummy. His hands slid down from my breasts and down to my sides and over my hips, where he hooked the sides of my briefs with his fingers and, once I lifted my butt off the bed once again, my son removed my underpants, leaving me totally naked and with his face mere inches away from his birthplace.

Can you believe that I almost didn’t want to watch? After how goddamn incredible everything else had been, I didn’t want to see him do what he was about to do next? That’s not to say I didn’t want it; sweet Jesus, I wanted it so bad it almost hurt. I just didn’t think I could handle the thought of my son putting his mouth on my most intimate area. But, curiosity got the better of me and thank heavens it did.

I propped myself up on my elbows so I could look down at Joel as he prepared to give oral sex to the woman who gave birth to him. He kissed my inner thighs left to right, inching slightly closer to my womanhood with each kiss. Amazingly, I barely even felt his beard down there. Jesus, he hasn’t been this close to me since I gave birth to him. Less than two inches from my outer labia now. Kissing each thigh once more, he paused to inhale my scent. Not just a quick sniff, either; he breathed in as much of my scent as he could. I’m so glad I had just showered!

“God, you smell amazing, Mum.” Well, that’s a relief.

Wasting no more time, he ran his right hand over my outer lips, slowly working his index and middle finger inside me. Slowly, gently, almost reverently, he started moving them in and out of my hole. I inhaled sharply and exhaled with a moan. Staring down, transfixed by my son’s fingering, I watched as he ever so gradually increased his pace. I informed him that it felt “so good”, as though he really needed spoken confirmation. It wasn’t long after I’d said that when he positioned his thumb so that it started making contact with my clitoris with each inward thrust of his fingers. I responded with an “Oohohoho fuck” of encouragement. I saw him grinning like the Cheshire Cat. He gradually increased his thrust, increasing the rate at which his thumb bumped into my clit. Soon I watched with amazement as my hips started moving by themselves, perfectly matching the rate at which his fingers were moving in and out of me. He curled his fingers up and, with a “come here” motion, started rubbing the G-spot that Mark had never been able to find. Faster and faster, he rubbed my clit and G-spot as I heard my breath getting more and more shallow, and my face getting more and more red. Rocking my hips towards and away from him, soon I was bucking with pleasure as I watched him – my own son – staring intently at my womanhood.

I think I was about to cry “You’re gonna make me cum, baby” to him, but all I managed was “You’re gonna make m-” before I was knocked flat on my back by orgasm. I felt my eyes roll in the back of my head as I arched my back and spasmed up and down on the bed, fucking my son’s fingers as he knelt in front of me like a Catholic at mass. I probably squealed loud enough for the rest of the motel to hear, but I don’t care; that orgasm was a long fucking time coming, if you ask me. More than five months of sexual tension suddenly exploded from out of my clit and in a chain nuclear reaction throughout my entire body; I could almost see beams of light shooting from my fingers and toes as I writhed in pleasure with two of my only son’s fingers still buried inside me.

It took probably a minute for me to stop breathing as though I’d run a mile. “Oh Jesus, I’ve never cum like that before, sweetie,” I confessed.

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