Sex stories, mom and son sexual adventures, My sexual relationship with my son started over six years ago. I wrote two stories about and started a third but didn’t get around to finishing it because things were changing along the way and it was simply hard to catch up.
I am not going to recap what happened in the first couple of years after it began because you can read that for yourself in my earlier submissions. I will give you a brief overview of the major events over the last few years but more importantly, share with you where things are now. By the way, thanks to all those that have emailed me. I appreciate it very much. To answer the biggest question that people ask, yes, this really happened. The only things I have changed are names and some of the conversation that I have frankly forgotten so I re-created it as best I could.
My son Josh and I began having sex when he was in college, and it continued for three years and it was amazing. It was strange; in every other way, our relationship was like a typical mother and son. I know it is hard to believe but when we were around others no one could have ever guessed what was below the surface. I still worried about him, took care of him and his sister, also in college, washed his clothes, nagged him about grades or staying out too late, just like every mom. But, when we could get away or were sure we were alone at home, we went after each other like rabbits. I found out that I had more than a small submissive streak and Josh was pretty dominant – and constantly horny – so he always initiated things and took control. Sometimes, even when people were around, he would brush up against me or let his hands dangle to his crotch, our eyes would connect and my pussy would be drenched, and he admitted that he would get erect. It was truly the most wonderful sex I’d ever had.
Everything changed the third year. He’d told me about this girl he’d been seeing and I was relieved in some ways because I was afraid our sexual practices would inhibit him from developing relationships with girls his age and I knew deep down that he needed that. Nevertheless, a part of me was actually jealous. In the first few months after he started seeing Louisa, nothing changed that much. We still had torrid sex when he got home and once, I even visited the town his college was in and he stayed with me at the hotel and we slept together and had great sex. But, as his relationship with Louisa grew and deepened, our sex became less frequent and finally, it stopped altogether. Strangely, we never talked about it stopping; it just did and I knew that was inevitable at some point. But, my God, it was tough. Much of the difficulty was sexual deprivation to a degree. Josh’s father was away so frequently we simply didn’t have much time together but more than that, while at one time the sex with my husband was good, it couldn’t compare to the pleasure I got with Josh. Besides that, things like his young, large cock, perhaps the illicitness or young passion or whatever it was made for sexual ecstasy. And, I suspect another reason it was so difficult that I was simply jealous of Louisa getting his attention…and his big cock. But, I think I did a very, very good job of not letting on that it bothered me.
One time I even thought about having an affair if I could get it arranged. I was still in pretty good shape for an older broad – very little extra weight if any, tits that were still fairly taut and an ass that had only softened a bit over the years. And my legs were still good so all in all, I thought I might be able to attract a young man and have the same kind of sex with him I did with Josh. I even had a target guy in mind – one of my clients (I am an independent accountant). He was married, about my age, and a very nice, attractive man. One day he came over to my office at home to discuss a tax matter. Normally he bought his assistant with him but he was alone this time. We flirted and he gave me a very promising kiss and pressed himself to me when he left. I could tell he was erect and Lord knows I was wet so it looked promising but then Josh visited and well, you will see what happened.
This happened a month ago. It had been over two years since Josh and I had any form of sexual relations, no talk of it, no suggestive comments, nothing. During that time, there was numerous opportunities, even several times when my husband and daughter were away and it was just Josh and me in the house for a day or two alone. As hard as I tried not to, I wanted it but Josh never made any moves or gestures that indicated he did. I probably would have responded but I would never have initiated it.
Josh was working in the city where he’d gone to college, and he was living with Louisa, but they had not married. No one seemed to pay any attention to that these days. Anyway, one day he called and spoke to his father and said that he had a couple of days off and would like to come home and talk to us about something. As usual, when your kid tells you that, you automatically expect the worst but his father pushed him on it but Josh just laughed and said there was nothing wrong but he had some news that he wanted to tell us in person. He said that Louisa was working in her catering business and couldn’t come with him. So that afternoon, he arrived.
Other than dressing better and cutting his hair shorter, he looked pretty much the same as during his college years. He as tall and slim and quite handsome. I won’t go into his other physical attributes because you can see that in the other stories if you’re interested. But, let me suffice to say, ahem, that he is rather well endowed in the nether regions.
The news was that he had a great opportunity for advancement at his company but it would involve moving to the west coast – in three weeks! He also said that right now Louisa is not moving with him because her catering business is growing rapidly and she didn’t want to leave that. He seemed okay with the decision and said he thought things would work out some way with Louisa but that he knew that long distance relationships were very difficult. He said they were going to try because they loved each other but the business opportunities for both of them were just too great to pass up right now. He said since this would be the last time he could visit before he moved, he would stay home a couple of nights if that was okay. Of course it was even though his father had to leave on a business trip the next day. So, that night we had a really nice, relaxing dinner. Our daughter was away at graduate school but otherwise, it was almost like old times.
Her first time with mom and dad
The next day, Josh hung around the house in the morning and had breakfast with us. He then drove his father to the airport and on the way back called to say he was going to visit a couple of friends and that he would return later in the day. I worked in the yard most of the morning. Around 12:30, Josh called and asked if I would like to join him and Kurt, his high school friend that used to hang around our house all the time, for a late lunch. I was flattered and quickly accepted. I cleaned and put away the garden tools, took a shower and was getting ready to go out when Josh called again and asked if it would be okay if they picked up some something to have lunch at our place. So I got the table ready on the patio next to the pool. They bought home some Mediterranean food and we had a lovely lunch. It was a pretty warm day in late summer but nevertheless it was very pleasant. It was also nice to catch up with Kurt, who’d been Josh’s best friend since grammar school. He’d dropped out of college and stayed in town to work for his dad who was in the real estate development business.
During lunch, we all caught up. Josh told us more about his new opportunity. Kurt filled us in on his job in his father’s firm. I playfully asked him about his love life. Josh laughed and said that Kurt had already run through all the girls in a 50 mile radius so he needed to expand his territory. Kurt laughed as well and didn’t say much to dispute those remarks. But one of Kurt’s friends that I’d seen a few days ago told me that Kurt was very serious about one girl that had moved away for a job and he was heartbroken. Whatever the real story was, I knew he wouldn’t have much problem finding a girl. He was like a blond version of Josh, just a couple of inches taller. It was a little hard to tell under the loose clothes he was wearing but if he had stayed in half the shape he used to be in, he was quite a hunk.
The boys decided to hang around the pool and take a swim. Josh lent Kurt a pair of trunks and they came back out and jumped in. After swimming around and splashing each other several times and generally horse-playing around, they got out of the pool to get a pool volleyball and net. I tried not to be too obvious about it, but the sight of them in their swimsuits got this old girl’s attention. It wasn’t because the suits were brief or anything; as a matter of fact they were big and blousey. Being wet, the fabric clung to their bodies and I could see the big bulges at their groin. Obviously, I knew what Josh carried under his but Kurt’s was just as well filled out. I fantasized about pulling the suits away to reveal those beautiful cocks and tight, big balls…well, I was getting too carried away! But I knew I was getting sexually excited. Once they got the pool equipment Josh said, “Mom, c’mon and join us. It feels great.” Kurt chimed in as well so I went in to change.
As I stripped to change into my swimsuit, I looked in the full length mirror in the bedroom. I watched my weight and exercised pretty regularly and except for my full tits sagging a little more or perhaps a little softer belly, I was pleasantly surprised when I looked at myself. I had always been told by boys that I have a nice ass and I still felt like it was pretty firm. And my breasts weren’t bad either. My nipples were still big and taut, and when excited, still get as hard as pebbles. All in all, I still felt good about myself but I was still a little apprehensive about wearing anything other than a pretty conservative swimsuit around two guys that were used to seeing bodies of girls at least 20 years younger than me. So I pulled a one piece black suit out and started to put in or but first…first, I put my foot on the bed and reached down to just touch my pussy for a minute. As I suspected, it was soaking wet. I couldn’t help but stroke it a few times and dip a finger inside but I knew that if I really got started, I’d have to finish it off and I wanted to wait and do that tonight when I was alone and had more time.
So I went back down and Kurt whistled. Of course I blushed and told him he was being naughty. I jumped in and we all started playing with the volleyball; we played a few games, with me switching sides. Then we switched to Marco Polo and thrashed around together and a few times, as I brushed up against either Josh or Kurt, I thought I could feel the well-filled crotch of their swimsuit but that may have been wishful thinking. What was real is that both Josh and Kurt were not bashful about brushing against my tits or ass, and once Kurt’s leg got between mine and it seemed like he was in no hurry to move it, and I guess if truth be known I wasn’t either. Finally we stopped, all pretty sapped by the thrashing around. Kurt asked if we had any beer around and I told him that we didn’t buy it much anymore since Josh was not at home. He volunteered to go get some so he slipped on a shirt and left.
Josh sat on the side of the pool and I stayed in. We chatted about his moving to San Francisco and what that would be like, and about how he and Louisa would manage. It was very pleasant to have him around, just being a normal mother and son. I was going to miss that when he moved.
“So mom, how have you really been? Is everything going okay?”
“Sure, things are going fine. I miss having you and Amy around the house but you know I still play lots of tennis and volunteer at the museum so that keeps me busy. I have also started dabbling in painting again and doing a little writing as well, or at least trying to. It’s harder than I thought it would be.”
“Painting and writing huh? That’s great. I know about your painting; you have some talent. I’d love to see what you’ve done so far. And what kind of things are you writing about?”
“Well, it is definitely non-fiction; I guess you could call them essays. Just things about life.”
“Wow,” he replied, “do you mention me? Can I read it?”
“No, you can’t. Once I get a little better, maybe, but not now.” Obviously, I didn’t want to tell him that, through a little bit of the writing, I had been re-living those times when we were having sex. I actually tried not to at first because I knew it was the wrong thing to do on most levels, but it was also the most sexually stimulating part of my life and I think about it every day and, on a visceral level, yearn for it constantly.
“Well, it’s great to be home for a few nights. By the way, I will be here three nights. I can drive back early Friday morning so we’ll have tonight and tomorrow night together. It’ll be like old times, Rita, just visiting and talking, and, having fun…”
We heard Kurt drive up so he didn’t finish but nevertheless I blushed. I had no idea what he was going to say and I was very, very conflicted when I tried to imagine. I know we all have those things in our lives, where we really, really know we shouldn’t have something, but really, really desperately want it at the same time. But most of the time, it involves something like alcohol or ice cream, not your son’s cock!
When Kurt came around the back, he had a funny expression on his face, almost like he was walking in on something. Not for the first time, I wondered if Josh had ever shared with him what we did.
I got out of the pool and we all moved over to the table to have a beer. I noticed Josh and maybe I was imagining it but the bulge at his crotch looked bigger and fuller. I hoped it wasn’t noticeable, but after the completely innocuous comments from Josh, I am sure I acted somewhat flustered. And I noticed that with my wet swimsuit, my erect nipples showed beneath the fabric. Josh seemed to notice because he kept glancing down at my chest; Kurt did as well. I had always been somewhat vain about my big, prominent nipples but now, I felt like they were betraying me in some way. To top it off, I couldn’t keep my eyes off their bare chests and wished I was in position to see their crotches.
So what does that tell you about me? Over the last two years, I kept telling myself that it was for the best that Josh found a serious girlfriend, that we didn’t need to be doing what we’d been doing and I was relieved it was over; that I would never do anything like that again, and didn’t really believe I was in my right mind when I let it happen before. That’s what I told myself. But, look at me now. I’d had a wet vagina much of the afternoon…and now just from the pool, my nipples were poked out like I had steel balls under my top, I had been lusting after the bodies of two guys half my age, and…and…I could not get out of my mind Josh’s words and looks that seemed to have so much meaning behind them. See, the thing was, Josh always called me Mom unless we were having sex and then sometimes he used my name Rita. Our sexual relationship was definitely d/s, which I had never even heard of before and he used my name as a way of asserting his domination, which I found out was a big turn-on to me.
I was both relieved and afraid when Kurt said he had to leave. Josh had to take him home so I took the opportunity of going upstairs and pulling off my wet swimsuit and jumping in the shower. We had a big shower stall and it had a seat in the back of it so when I got in, before I got under the warm water flowing from the triple shower heads, I put a foot on the seat and spread my legs and again, felt how swollen my lips were and how wet my pussy was. God, it felt so damn good to feel it, remembering, as I often did, those times when Josh’s fingers caressing it, with his fingers, or tongue, or, oh my God, his big cock. Finally though, I quit rubbing, thinking about waiting until the evening when I was alone. And I was determined that I was not going to give in to Josh even if he wants me. He has a significant other now and it was time we put the past behind us. I was the parent and it was my responsibility to end it if it came up again (no pun intended.)
Just as I was beginning to soap up, I felt the rush of air as the bathroom door opened. It was Josh. I called out, “hi Josh, I’ll be through in a little bit. Why don’t you go downstairs and see what there is for dinner.”
He didn’t answer but through the steam-covered glass I could see him as he dropped his swimsuit and pulled off his shirt. He then walked into the shower. I turned and he was of course naked, and my eyes immediately went to his lower belly. His cock was fully erect and so damn amazing surrounded by the curls of his dark brown pubic hair.
I crossed my hands over my breasts, of course forgetting that I had not another stitch of clothes on. “Josh, seriously, we should talk about this. Please leave now and I will be out in a minute.”
He responded. “Rita, if that’s what you really want, I will leave, but we can talk about it in here. After a few minutes, if you want me to get out, I will. So let’s talk. In the meantime, though, as we’re talking, it doesn’t hurt to help my mommy does it?”
He moved over to me, took the washcloth from me, soaped it up and began to wash my body. He started at my shoulders and worked down to my breasts and was soaping them gently. He rolled my nipples in his fingers. God, it felt so good.
“Okay,” he said, “so let’s talk. You know you want this Rita, and I want it to so what’s to talk about? By the way, your boobs are still lovely.”
I stammered, “Josh, it’s just that…that I thought this was over and it should have been. You have a life with Louisa now and you know it’s not right for us to be doing this. I have to admit it was fun while it lasted and I loved it but we shouldn’t have been doing it then and we certainly shouldn’t start it up again. Now, you should leave and let me finish. Then we can talk later, after I get dressed. We can have a nice dinner and visit and enjoy your last trip home for a while. Please?”
“We can still talk for a little bit here before I leave. See, I do love Louisa, but there’s no reason you and I can’t enjoy each other. I’m going to be going away so there may not be another time anytime soon. So, let’s just do this, if nothing else for old times’ sake.”
“No, Josh, wait. Let’s talk about this later, okay?” But now he’d dropped the washcloth and he took the bar of soap and pushed it between my legs. Reflexively, I opened them a bit to give him better access. I didn’t even want to do that but I couldn’t help myself. Even with the water running, he will be able to tell how wet my pussy is.”
“Rita, you keep talking about not doing it but your pussy’s really, really wet. Why is that, Rita, if you really don’t want this? Here, let me do one more thing and if you still want me to leave I will.”
He takes my hand and moves it to his cock. I tried to pull it away away but he forced me to touch it. I looked down at my small hand wrapped around his big penis. I could feel the throbbing and the big swollen veins that lined his shaft. It felt like a velvet steel rod. Even then I kept saying, “no, no…we shouldn’t.”
He ignored me. “Soap it up Rita so I can wash you.”
A part of me wanted to stop but I didn’t take my hands off or say a word as I did what I was told. I soaped up his cock and felt the big, swollen head and I wanted it in every fucking hole I had. Once I had it lathered, he grabbed it as well and with my hand still wrapped around it, he pushed it down so the head was between my legs, nestled against my clit. I almost had to stand on tiptoes and he was flexed at the knees so he could get it low enough. He reached around my hips and under and pressed his shaft up to my slit. I spread my legs to accommodate it. The feel of his cock on my slippery-wet cunt was electrifying.
“Rita, I’ll leave now if you want. It has been about ten minutes since I walked in. But, I really, really love this and I don’t want to stop. Do you Rita? Just tell me.”
God, he was so damn arrogant and he knew he had me.
Breathlessly, I replied, “yes, we should stop now.” But I hung on and moved it around my open pussy. I was dying. I wanted this as much as anything in the world but…but. And then without thinking or saying anything else, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. He was still a little soapy but I didn’t care. I had to have that cock.
I slurped as I talked, “God, Josh, I need this so bad. Oh, my God, my God.”
“Me too Rita. I want this so fucking much. It feels so damn good to fuck your mouth again.”
His hips were humping my head and I knew he was close and I wanted to drink his cum, but right now, I needed something else. Apparently, he did too.
He pulled me to my feet and moved me back in the shower, bent me over so I was leaning against the seat. He held the cheeks of my ass open as I groped for his cock and I pulled it to my waiting, needy cunt. With one stroke, since I was so slick, he buried his big cock all the way inside me until I felt his balls nestled against my clit. I pushed back as hard as I could against him. “God, fuck mommy Josh. Fuck mommy baby.”
It seemed like his cock stiffened even more. I felt his big head every time he entered and then almost exited my hot fucking hole. My pussy felt like it had been empty for years but was just now getting as full as it needs to be.
My tits were swinging as he reached around to grab one and squeezed it hard. I heard Josh’s familiar grunts as he worked to give me the fucking we both needed. I was sobbing and moaning at the same time. No matter how many times Josh fucks me, I am always surprised by the size of his cock, the force of his strokes, and the passion he has. I am very loud during sex but if anything he is louder. He talks, grunts, moans and groans and when that is combined with my sounds and that of our bodies slapping together, it was a good thing we were the only ones in the house at the time. He has fucked me before when other people were in the house but when no one else is, we are both very expressive.
He almost lifted me of my feet every time his cock entered me. All I could do was stand there and try to remain on my feet. One hand was holding my shoulders and the other was gripping my tit and it seemed like he used both to get leverage to plunge in me harder. If I weren’t so wet and ready, it would have hurt it was so hard but even so, it would have been a very pleasurable pain.
I have to admit that I started cumming way before he did. My pussy was contracting and clinching his dick but he kept fucking me. I have no idea how many times I came but my spasming pussy soon had the effect of making him even more passionate. He shortened his strokes and made them harder. I couldn’t believe the fucking I was getting.
In writing this after the fact, I want to pause here and expound on that last sentence. As most women know there are all kinds of sexual congress. And most of it is great…but it can be different at different times and certainly with different men. There is a difference between making love and getting fucked, and there is a difference between getting fucked, and getting FUCKED. I am submissive so for me it may be different than for girls that aren’t but when a man thoroughly, totally, consummately, entirely, passionately fucks me, it is the most amazing thing in the world. My husband will very occasionally do that when he’d been gone for several weeks. But Josh does it every time he has fucked me. I’ve seen girls in porn flicks that spent more time fucking a cock than the man fucks them with his cock. Believe me, I TRY to fuck – to thrust him – and maybe I just don’t know how to do it but with Josh, about the only thing I can do is just hang on. He REAMS, FILLS, and FUCKS. I heard a woman say once that getting fucked by her husband was analogous to eating Chinese food…a couple of hours later and you don’t remember it ever happening. Well, when Josh fucks me, I definitely remember. I may want it again in a little while but I sure as hell knew that he wore my cunt out when he did fuck me.
Josh started grunting louder as I felt his cum erupt inside my pussy. It may be my imagination but it felt like it was splashing against my vagina canal walls. His strokes were very short and very hard and I kept cumming the whole time. He made several final deep thrusts and then, buried deep inside me, he slumped over my back. We were panting too hard to talk for a minute or so. Finally, he stood upright and his cock slipped out of my well-fucked hole. As I said, I knew I had been thoroughly fucked and I was exhausted – and I knew that he would fuck me again later – but stopping fucking with Josh is always a strange sensation for me. Of course, I was very well satisfied and having orgasms always gives me a high. But the act itself is so pleasurable, I want it to go on forever. It’s like I just want to keep that hard flesh inside me. Maybe with Josh it is some kind of Freudian thing or something, taking him back inside me again. (God, that is way too philosophical isn’t it?)
I stood as well and as I often did after his cock had been inside me, I got on my knees and put his softening rod in my mouth to get the last drops of cum and to retain his cock inside me just a little longer. He rubbed his hands in my hair as I did so and then when I stood he kissed me.
When we finally recovered to the point that we could talk, I told him that we should get out of the shower, get dressed and talk about what we just did.
I got fully dressed, panties, bra, jeans – the loosest I had – and a collared shirt; Josh put on shorts and t-shirt and we went downstairs to the den. I am not sure what I thought dressing in a very non-revealing way would do in a situation where I was having a conversation with someone that had just a few minutes before taken his cock out of my vagina, but it seemed right.
I don’t really know what I was trying to do except maybe just use this session as therapy or something. I explained that I loved what we did but that we both knew it was not a good idea and that we should end it. I explained that it wasn’t right for his father and certainly not right for Louisa.
Josh nodded at the right times and looked totally serious throughout. I don’t know what I expected but while he didn’t necessarily indicated he agreed, he certainly didn’t suggest that he didn’t either.
“So, Josh, what do you think about all this? Don’t you think it has gone on long enough and that we should end it? You haven’t said anything.”
He looked at me – still very seriously – and said, “we’ll talk about it more but first, what are you doing tomorrow?”
Nonplussed, I stammered a response, “I have a hairdresser appointment, golf practice and maybe have lunch with some people at the club. Why, what are you doing?”
“See if you can cancel those things. I want you and I do spend time together since I am moving away.”
“Okay, I can do that. Do you want to play some golf, or go out to lunch? Or we could go hiking; we haven’t done that in a long time and the weather is great for that.”
He smiled. “Those things sound great. But I thought we may do something else.”
“Okay, so what were you thinking?”
He shifted in his seat and leaned in and looked me in the eye. “Well, Rita, I am going to make you my personal slut tomorrow.”
I was stunned for a moment. “What?”
“I think you heard me Rita” he said smiling. “I am going to make you my personal slut. I am going to sleep with you tonight and keep you naked all day tomorrow and we’re going to have sex all day. I’m going to fuck your brains out. I’m going to fuck your mouth and your pussy and have sex with you in every room of the house. And when my cock rests, I am going to use my fingers and mouth and maybe even a couple of those vibes I know you have. We’re going to be each other’s sex toys tomorrow. How does that sound Rita.”
I was stunned and I started to protest, but at the same time, I could feel how wet my pussy had gotten. In 30 seconds of talk, I had gone from a serious mom trying to counsel her son to a…well, I guess slut is the right term.
“Josh, I don’t think we should do that. What if somebody just drops in.”
“Yeah, you’re right. So, tomorrow morning we’ll go out to Kurt’s lake house. He mentioned today that no one is there now. And it’s only a 20 minute drive. And very isolated. We can walk outside naked there. So it’s a deal then.”
I started to protest again, but this time, he came over to where I was sitting and leaned over to kiss me. “Rita, don’t say anything. I am going to sit here for a little bit and just talk to you. At the end of ten minutes, I am going to check your pussy. If it’s not soaking wet, you can make plans for tomorrow. If it is really wet, then I get to make the plans. Deal?”
I didn’t respond but as we sat there, he didn’t touch me anymore. He just talked.
“Rita, all the way home yesterday all I could think about was sliding my cock inside your hot pussy. And when you walked out in that swimsuit and I saw your legs and your hard nipples and I thought about your nice, hairy pussy under that thin layer of fabric, I just about lost it. I know you could tell how hard I was when we were playing in the pool. And how about how it felt in the shower. Your pussy was soaked and I know you loved cumming on my cock inside you. I don’t know exactly what it is but when I am inside you with my cock buried as deep as it will go, it feels like home. I love the way you open yourself up for my cock, your slit and pussy hair all shiny with your juice. And I love the noises you make. One of the things that turns me on so much is seeing how much you love it, how passionate you get. You don’t hold anything back. Do you know something Rita? Sometimes – not all the time but sometimes – when I am fucking Louisa, I thought about fucking you. You say it is wrong and maybe on some levels it is wrong, but I have to tell you, it feels so right to me. And I think you know that don’t you, Rita? I don’t think you want to end this at all. I think you just have to say those things but I know what you really want. You want this big stiff cock up inside that pussy don’t you? You want to be able to wrap your hands around it and feel the veins popping out. You want to be able to put the tip of your tongue in the hole in the end and coat your lips with precum. You want to be able to open up your hairy hot cunt and guide me into your waiting pussy don’t you Rita? Admit it.”
I didn’t respond; I just sat there but as he was talking it was evident what I was feeling. My breathing was accelerated, my face flushed. All the images that he described kept flashing in my mind. I could feel his stiff cock, in my hands or when he slid it up inside me. I could see how tight his balls were and be amazed by how much his penis grew as he got hard. I could feel him holding my ass as he fucked me, or sucking my nipples. I could feel the head of his cock opening my lips as I sucked him.
“Okay, Rita. I told you that I was going to check you. If you’re not really, really wet then you can call the shots. If you are, then you’re mine. I will own you tomorrow.”
I didn’t protest as he unbuttoned my jeans. And I lifted up as he pulled them over my hips. I knew exactly what he would find. At first he didn’t even have to pull my panties off. The crotch was soaked. He put the palm of his hand over my crotch.
“Your panties are plastered to you. You’re leading cunt juice Rita. You’re so fucking hot that I can feel you throbbing beneath my hand. You lose Rita…or maybe win depending on how you look at it. Do you agree that your pussy is soaking now Rita. Let me show you. ”
He pulled my panties off and took my hand and moved it between my legs. I didn’t even have to open my pussy lips to know that they were oily-slick with my juices.
I gave up. “God, I am so hot again. What do you do to me?”
Josh got on his knees, lifted my legs and put my feet on the seat of the sofa and spread my legs. I looked down and saw my pussy lips part and inside was milky-pink flesh. He was staring at me and almost licking his lips. That alone made me hotter, knowing how passionate he was getting. He leaned in and licked up my slit from ass to clit. I quivered with anticipation and pleasure. I moaned with my pent up need. God, no more than 45 minutes ago I came repeatedly. What was happening with me? And Josh’s words about tomorrow and what he wanted to do was so exciting that I was almost delirious with desire.
After one lick, he stood and unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall. He raised his arms and lifted the t-shirt over his head. My eyes were of course riveted on his cock. The only adjective I could use to describe it – other than the normal ones of throbbing, big, etc – was “proud.” It is long, thick, and slightly curved and when I put my hands on it, it is so excited that it seems to quiver, like plucked guitar string.
“I just wanted to make sure this cock was free in case I wanted to put it in your pussy or mouth. But right now, I want to do something else.”
He got back on him knees between my legs and gently kissed every part of my pussy. Then, with little butterfly-like flutters, he moved his tongue all over it. It was almost breaths instead of licking. I kept pushing my groin out to him to get more tactile contact but he skillfully avoided it. Apparently he wanted to drive me totally up a wall before I got what I wanted. My clit and pussy lips were swollen.
He paused and reached up to unbutton my shirt. I leaned forward and unhooked my bra and let my tits tumble free. My breasts aren’t huge but they are probably slightly above average in side. They weren’t quite as taut as they were when I was younger of course but they were still fairly full and tight. As I said before, the one thing that was well above average I thought were my nipples. They were always big but when I was excited they got harder and bigger and stuck out prominently. His surrounded one of them with him lips and rolled the other in his fingers; he tugged on both, to the point where it was slightly painful but totally fucking exciting.
By the way, I know you can’t necessarily tell, but recalling all these details so I can write this gets me totally soaked. All the sensations that I experienced a month ago come flooding back and I am transported.
After sucking my tits, Josh returned to my pussy. My legs were still splayed out and my lips were swollen and also spread open. He licked my slit again and a string of pussy juice clung to his lips. I started vibrating or quivering or something, making spasmodic jerks. I con’t think I was actually cumming right then and I assume it was a prelude but it is something that does happen particularly during sex after I have had so many orgasms as I did a short time ago. Men tell me that they sometimes experience almost a dry orgasm, where just a little bit of semen emerges but they are cumming nevertheless. That could have been similar to what was happening to me…an orgasm that wasn’t quite the same kind of orgasm.
But then when Josh began to finger my asshole, I grabbed his head and pressed him to me and fucked his face…and then the real orgasms started. I am writing this kinda making a few details up about this part because I was in such an erotic daze, I can’t precisely recall each detail. The thing I do remember though is that it seemed to go on forever. I had both big earthquakes and small aftershocks. I kept humping. Then I held his head time against my open pussy. He said later he could feel the contractions on my lips. I have no idea how long we stayed in that position. The next thing I remember is Josh standing back, looking at me all spread out and slowly stroking his very hard cock. That was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. He was looking at me in a very possessive way, proud of his conquest, devouring me with his eyes. In retrospect, I suppose the natural thing to do was immediately grab his cock to help him. But I was too exhausted to quickly do so and besides, we were both enjoying what was happening. The other thing he did was reach down and stick two fingers in my very wet pussy and spread the fluid over his cock to lubricate it and make the stroking smoother. We just kept looking at each other and I made sure my legs stayed spread so he could fully appreciate the view of the woman he had just consummately pleasured. His hand kept moving up and down on his cock. I had masturbated him a few times before and have watched him masturbate but this time, for a long time, there was no frenzy involved…it was a slow, deliberate act that showed how much he enjoyed sex with his mom and how passionate he was about it.
How many of the readers of this have enjoyed this sensation? For the females, have you ever watched a man “fuck you” with his looks while he strokes his hard cock? For me, it feels like I am totally stripped bare, totally at his mercy, nothing standing in the way; animal-like desire in the man, just having ravaged you and already doing it again. Likewise, it must be a powerful feeling on the part of a man in that scenario, pleasuring himself while he drinks in his parter; and at the same time, very fulfilling for a woman to see a man stroke his big cock looking at her. The reverse can also be true of course; it is also very, very erotic for a woman looking at the hard cock and tight balls of a man and slowly stroking her pussy, getting it wetter and wetter and hotter and hotter. In both cases, what does it is the hungry look in the eyes. And Josh’s eyes were lustful, and well…hungry…and I’m sure mine were as well.
I now had to hold myself back from grabbing him. I was getting even wetter watching him. I don’t know I could but I did. And he started stroking a little faster, still watching me. His cock looked like it was getting even harder. I was mesmerized.
His strokes shortened and I thought he was about to cum but then he reached for me, laid down in front of the sofa and pulled me down onto him and rammed his cock into my welcoming pussy. He started cumming almost as soon as he was inside me but he held my ass cheek with one hand and one of my breasts with the other and slammed his cumming cock into me over and over, squirting his hot semen into me with each thrust. I think I came as well but frankly, I can’t say for certain. All I know if that we were both writhing and thrusting and yelling. There is no other word I can think of to describe this except amazing.
Finally, our movements slowed and I collapsed on top of him with my heaving tits pressed to his chest. I have no idea how long we remained like that and almost like zombies, I went to get towels and we just sat on the sofa naked for the next hour or so, occasionally talking but mostly just trying to recover.
Then I stood, say on his legs, straddling him, and gave him a kiss. “I can’t wait to go to the lake and be your slut tomorrow, Josh.”
“Neither can I Rita. But we also still have tonight as well.”
