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Catching My Son With My knickers
Mark was in High School and would be on school holidays in a few more weeks.

One Friday evening, I had to work late. I had been pursuing a new account for the past few months. And I was hoping to finalise the deal over dinner with the client. Normally, I kept Friday evenings free for my son. It was a long-standing tradition with us. We always did something special on weekends. So it was a touch of guilt that I called up Mark to cancel our evening plans. I told him that I would be late, and that he was not to wait up for me.

“Ok, mum,” he replied in his usual cheerful manner, “don’t worry about me. I’ll get a pizza or something.”

I smiled to myself. My son was 14 and such a darling. I knew that he had been looking forward to this evening. We had planned to go to the cinema and then a new Thai restaurant. But as usual, he did not want me to let me know that he was disappointed. He was so careful about not hurting my feelings.

It was close to midnight when I returned home. I had had several glasses of wine, and had a nice buzz, and was looking forward to a good night’s sleep. I let myself into the house, and slowly walked up to my bedroom.

As I passed Mark’s room, I noticed that his door was ajar and I could see him lying in his bed, fast asleep. Moonlight streamed into the room from the window and cast an ethereal glow over his bed. It was a warm summer night, and Mark was wearing just a pair of boxers.

As I stepped into the room to give him a goodnight kiss, my eyes strayed down to his shorts. His young penis was sticking out of his fly. I moved closer, and had to stifle a gasp over what I saw. His penis was enormous for a young boy of his age. It was easily 7 inches; and erect. A sparse covering of hair covered his crotch. I stepped closer to the bed, fascinated by the sight of my young son’s cock. He was only 14 and already he had a cock that was much bigger than his that of most adult men.

One part of my mind was telling me that I was his mother, and that I should move away. But the other part of my mind, the part probably dulled by the wine I had consumed, was urging me on. Making me respond like a shameless slut to the stimulus of a virile young cock. My heart was throbbing and I unknowingly parted my legs slightly in response to an unspoken ache.

I had to see more of this wonderful cock. Motherly instincts be damned. I brought my face closer to his crotch to have a better look. His cock looked beautiful in the moonlight, and I could also smell his muskiness. A masculine aroma that was a combination of sweat, soap, and cock. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.

It was intoxicating. I was getting almost mesmerised by the sight and smell of this virgin young cock. Seeing Mark’s penis up close, I was reminded of the fact that I had been celibate for a very long time. My present life did not provide me too many opportunities for a sexual relationship and I had consciously kept my social life almost dull and boring.

Now, the sight of my son’s young cock released a flood of memories and longing in me. I remembered my High School days when I would make out at With boys at every possible opportunity: in the music room, behind the bleachers, at the cinema. I used to love giving head, deep throating till they came in thick copious spurts in my mouth.

Remembering those days, I started salivating and desperately wanted to get a taste of the penis just a few inches away from my face. I wondered what it would feel like to take that young cock into my mouth and suckle it. I did not care that this was my son; someone I had given birth to.

Suddenly, Mark shifted, and mumbled something in his sleep, and the spell was broken. I straightened up and pretended to pull the blanket over him. The movement woke him up.

“Oh hi Mum,” he opened his eyes and looked at me. “Did you just get in?”

“Yeah, darling,” I whispered. “I noticed that your door was open and just came in to tuck you in. Go back to sleep, honey.”

I leaned across and gave him a kiss on his lips. His lips were soft and tender.

“Mmmm… mum, you smell nice, as always,” he muttered dreamily and turned over and went back to sleep.

My mind was full of emotions, and I felt weak in my knees. I sat down on his bed, stroking his hair and looking down on his handsome features. Conflicting emotions washed over me. I realised that my own son was sexually arousing me. My maternal instincts were being challenged by feelings of pure lust and my dormant libido. I was in a torment and didn’t know what to do.

I sat there for a few more moments, relishing the sensation of stroking his hair and looking down upon his young innocent face. There was a growing wetness between my legs, and my whole body was feeling hot and flushed. This was my son, I realised. My baby who I had suckled, and bathed and fed and protected. Someone who had come out of my womb; my own flesh and blood. And yet he was also a strapping young teenager with an enormous young cock who was making me moist with desire. A very handsome hunk of a lad who could probably fuck my brains out, if I so desired.

I closed my eyes and sat still for a while, trying to gather my emotions. The taboo word i****t sprang into my mind. I remembered watching porn movies with mark’s farther that featured i****t. Fuck movies in which sluttish mothers made guiltless love to their stud sons. Could I allow myself to turn into such a wanton degenerate? No, I decided, I should not do anything rash that would destroy my little baby’ s boys life.

With a sigh, I got up and walked back to my room and undressed. As I took off my knickers, I noticed that the gusset was soaking wet with juices. I brought the knickers up to my nose and sniffed the gusset. It was an intoxicating smell of perfume and pussy juice and it made me giddy with desire.

I slowly brought my fingers down to my crotch. It was like a hot steamy swamp between my legs. My thick patch of dark pubic hair was slick with juices and even my inner thighs were coated with wetness. And my outer labia were puffed up and swollen. I eased one finger into my dripping hole, and let out a loud groan as it sank in wetly.

Oh my God, it felt so good. I quickly threw off the rest of my clothes and collapsed onto the bed, masturbating myself to a shattering orgasm. I did not care that the image that floated in front of my eyes as I pleasured myself was that of the thick young cock of my son. As I drifted off to sleep, all I wanted was to have that cock inside me.

The next morning, I woke up quite early. I wanted to put the previous night’s happenings behind me. Mark was still asleep. I quickly brushed my teeth and put on a pair of silk running shorts and a white tank top over my sports bra and went out for a jog. I wanted to clear my head, and the best way was to go for a punishing run.

I started out slow, and quickly got into an easy rhythm. I ran down the river and the early morning breeze felt wonderful. I could feel the muscles in my legs rippling and stretching out.

There were a number of early morning joggers on the track, and some of the men were giving me unabashedly admiring looks as I passed by.

I knew I looked good, and enjoyed their attention. I had always taken care of my body, with regular workouts at the gym and watching what I ate. At 5′.8″ I weighed only 120 lbs., most of it muscle with very little flab. My stomach was lean and taut, my breasts were a firm D cup size, and my legs were sleek and tan. I had been generously endowed with a shapely arse, and the constant workouts ensured that even in my early thirties, my proud arse had not succumbed to the pull of gravity. Normally, I would get a little irritated when men gave me the “hey babe” looks. But this morning, I felt excited and even slightly turned on when they looked at me appraisingly. It gave me an erotic charge.

I jogged for almost an hour, and returned home pleasantly flushed and tired. When I got back, Mark was already up and was getting breakfast ready. He was still in those boxers, and the sight of him moving around got me thinking about the previous night once again.

“Hi, mum,” he greeted me. “I’m making some toast. Is that okay by you?”

‘Sure darling,” I replied. “Anything you do is fine with me.” I grabbed a bottle of cold water from the refrigerator and sat down at the kitchen table watching him make the coffee.

As he moved around, I could see the outline of his young penis framed against the thin material of his boxers, and once again I felt a stirring somewhere deep inside me as the image of his young cock came rushing into my mind.

” Wow, mum,” he said, glancing up at me. “Looks like you have had a gruelling workout.” His eyes ran up and down my body, as though he was seeing something for the first time.

” You look as though you have just come in from a sauna.” He looked hard at me once again.

I suddenly realised that I was sweated through completely. My tank top was fully drenched in sweat and was plastered to my sports bra. The silk shorts had almost become transparent with perspiration and my flesh coloured hipster knickers was clearly outlined beneath the sodden material.

“Yeah,” I replied. “It was a pretty tiring run. Look at me. I am soaked through. Hand me that tea towel.”

I took the towel and started wiping the sweat from my arms and shoulders. I then rolled my tank top up, and mopped my stomach and midriff. I pulled open the waistband of my shorts and ran the towel over my lower belly.

All the while I could see Mark’s eyes following my every move. I pretended to be oblivious of his looks and continued what I was doing.

I could sense an erotic charge coursing through me. My pussy was getting incredibly moist and I felt my nipples harden and become erect. I glanced down and saw them poking out impudently through the damp bra. They were sticking out a good half-inch, and I was certain that Mark could not but notice them.

I saw him glance furtively at me, looking suddenly uncomfortable. I pretended that nothing was amiss, and continued to wipe my neck and arms. I lifted my hands and patted my armpits, wiping them free of sweat. This action made my breasts thrust out even further. All the while I kept up a steady chatter of conversation so as to keep him at ease.

I then got up and walked past him to get a glass of orange juice, brushing against his body with my backside. I manoeuvred myself in such a manner that my arse gently snuggled up against his crotch as I passed by. Bingo! I could sense a little bump as I did that. My little baby was getting a hard on seeing his mummy’s breasts.

At that moment, I decided that I was going to seduce my son; consequences be damned. An idea quickly formed in my mind.

“Darling, what are your plans for the day,” I asked.

“Oh, nothing special,” he replied. “I thought I would just hang around the house. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I need to go shopping, and was wondering if you wouldn’t mind coming with me.”

“Ye ok mum that will be great. Perhaps we could have lunch later at that nice restaurant.”

“Okay, then. It’s a date,” I smiled at him. ” Only thing is I need your help before that. After breakfast, can you please do the laundry? I have some work to attend to before I can make myself free for the day.”

“No sweat, mum,” he replied”.

In fact, I have already put in a load of my laundry. As soon as that is done, I will do yours.” He gave me a warm hug as he put the toast and coffee on the table.

As soon as breakfast was over, I went to the bathroom and stripped off my clothes and donned on a short robe. I then took out the laundry basket to sort out the clothes for wash.

I quickly put my regular clothes into a separate pile and filled the basket with my undergarments – slips, camisoles, bras and knickers. I put the sports bra and the damp knickers I had worn while jogging right on top of the basket. The knickers were completely wet and there was a strong musky aroma wafting up from the gusset. I was certain that Mark could not but help notice it.

I carried the laundry basket down to the utilities room. Mark was already there, folding his laundered clothes.

“Here, this is my load. It’s mostly my lingerie. So please do them carefully. Be sure to use the gentle wash cycle” I added.

He nodded without looking up. “Don’t worry. Mum. I will take care of it. I know how you are when it comes to your lingerie.”

“Okay honey. I am now going up to make a few phone calls. After that my shower, and then we can leave. Remember, you are mine for the day, young man.”

I gave his arm a gentle squeeze and climbed up the stairs. When I reached the top, I closed my door, leaving just a little gap through which I could surreptitiously look down into the utilities room and watch him sort through my laundry basket.

Just as I had anticipated, Mark’s attention fell on my damp knickers. He picked up the wispy garment and seemed to notice the musky odour emanating from it.

Furtively glancing up the stairs to see that I wasn’t around, he brought the knickers up to his face and inhaled deeply. He rubbed the material between his fingers, feeling the slippery wetness. And in an almost reflex action, he stuck his tongue out and tentatively licked the gusset, getting a taste of the wet slick. I could hear him whimpering softly.

Straightening up, he emptied the laundry basket on the table and started examining each item of lingerie more closely. It was as though he had discovered something new, something forbidden. He went through the entire pile of undergarments, feeling them, stroking them and smelling them.

One of his hands went down to his boxers, slowly fondling his cock. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be lost in his own private world

I smiled. I have him hooked, I thought to myself. My son is intoxicated by the smell of my pussy!! The rest would be easy.

Watching him, I was getting excited myself. My hand went inside my robe, to my hairy pussy. My pussy was very wet, and the insides of thighs were slippery with cunt juice. I ran my fingers across my pussy lips, rubbing their slick insides, and occasionally probing one finger inside. I brought my hand up to my face and slowly licked my wet fingers, tasting my tart juices. I felt very wicked and sluttish; something I had not felt like in years.

When I looked down into the stairs, Mark had taken his cock out of his shorts. He was holding one of my teddies to his face and was slowly stroking his cock. His cock was enormous, easily over 7 inches and it was almost glowing in the

light. His eyes were closed, and I could hear him murmur to himself, ” mummy, oh mummy.”

I quietly opened my door and crept down the stairs without making any noise. Mark’s eyes were still closed and he was pumping his throbbing young cock to an inner rhythm.

“Darling, what are you doing?” I asked gently.

Mark’s eyes flew wide open when he heard my voice. His face became red with embarrassment when he saw me standing in front of him and he quickly dropped the teddy on the floor, and released his cock from the other hand.

He started stammering. “I am sorry Mum. I don’t know what came over me.” His head dropped down and his voice started to break. He looked like he was going to burst into tears any minute.

I stepped close and hugged him. “Darling,” I said. “It’s okay. At your age, boys do such things.”

“But,” he almost sobbed. “What I did was dirty. I am so sorry mum. Please forgive me for what I did.”

“Of course, darling, I forgive you” I replied. “This is a natural part of growing up. Boys get curious about women. It’s part of your awakening sexuality”

I held his hands in mine as I propped myself on the edge of the table used for sorting and folding clothes. “So since when have you been getting turned on by my undies?”

“Mum, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“No darling. There is no need for any embarrassment. Unless you talk about what happened and get it off your chest, you will carry guilty feelings in your mind. And I don’t want that to happen.”

“Well,” he began tentatively. “A couple of months ago, this girl Sandra started developing a crush on me. We have been seeing each other a lot since then.”

” So, have you both started making out? “I asked.

“Not really. She says she is not yet ready. And I also don’t feel like forcing her. She is really a nice girl.”

“That’s real nice of you, Mark. I am proud of you. You should never force a girl to do anything she might regret later.”

“But, mum, I am finding it so difficult to control myself. I am so turned on when I am with her. Especially after we kiss and fool around a bit.”

“Why, what happens then?” I asked mischievously.

“Mum. You really want to talk about this? I am feeling funny, discussing this with you.”

“Yes, Mark. I think we should have a talk about what’s happening. Since your farther is not here, I guess I will have to talk about the birds and the bees with you.”

“Alright then, mum,” he smiled at me. “When I fool around with Sandra, I get a hardon. There, that’s what you wanted to hear isn’t it.? I get a major hardon and I masturbate after that.”

“So, my little Marky has learned the joys of wanking off, is it?” I teased him a bit more. “Now tell me. Have you gone any further? Have you touched her down there?”

He hesitated for a moment, and then a happy smile lit up his face. ” Yeah. I did. A couple of weeks ago I was at her place. We had been kissing like crazy. After a while Amy’s breathing got real heavy, and she took my hand and placed it under her skirt”

“And then, what happened?” I prodded him gently.

“I slowly drew up her skirt. She was wearing pink cotton knickers with little flowers all over them and I saw the bulge of her pussy.”

By now, I was getting real turned on myself. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and a warm tingly feeling was spreading through my lower abdomen. “Go, on,” I encouraged him.

“Sandra pushed her knickers to one side and showed me her pussy for the first time.”

“And how was it to look at?

“It was a pink in colour. And there a was little blonde curls plastered to her pussy lips.

“And then what happened?”

“With a shy whisper, she asked me whether I wanted to touch her.”

“So that was when you touched a girl down there for the first time, isn’t it?”

He nodded his head without looking at me. “Mum, when I touched her pussy, the feeling was incredible. The lips of her pussy were so wet. I moved my fingers around a bit and it was real slippery. I kept touching her for some time, rubbing my fingers all around her pussy, and then suddenly Sandra moaned out loud let out a big sigh and crossed her legs over my hand.”

“Did you do anything more?” I asked.

“No mum. At that very moment, Sandra’s dad called out to us, and we had to go downstairs.”

“Poor baby boy,” I replied, commiserating with him. ” How did you manage to hide your hardon when went downstairs?’

“Don’t tease me, mum. That’s what Sandra is also now doing. Whenever possible, she flashes me her knickers and teases me. It’s maddening.”

“So darling, now you know what a woman can do to a man. That’s pussy power for you.” I laughed.

“Mum, it’s not funny. These days, all I can think of is somehow getting my hands inside Sandra’s knickers once again.”

“Mark, honey, what are you are going through is a very natural process of growing up. I remember your dad when we were in school. He used to literally beg me to flash him my underwear.”

“And what’s more frustrating is the new Math teacher we have; Mrs. Stephens. She is about your age, and she comes to class wearing these short skirts and stockings. And sometimes when she is sitting down, you can even get to see her knickers.”

“Oh yes. In every school there will at least be one teacher who turns the boys on. When I was in High School, it was our Geography teacher, Miss Rudy. She was single, in her early thirties, and had a knockout figure. All the boys wanted to sit in the front row for her class. Just to get a peek up her skirt. Now, your Mrs. Stephens; is she a sexy woman?”

“Sexy? I would say she is super sexy. She has these long legs that seem to go on forever. And she wears real fancy underwear all the time. You know the lacy stuff. Just like yours.”

“So you get turned on by her, is it?”

“Oh yeah mum. Yesterday, was just too much. I was sitting in the front row, and at one stage I could see right up her skirt.”

“And what did you see?”

“She was wearing a pair of white knickers that were almost see through . When she uncrossed her legs, I could see right up to her skirt. I could even see the outline of her pussy, all covered with black hair. I got so horny, mum. And when I saw your lingerie today, I just got carried away. Your stuff is so sexy.”

“What were you thinking of when you were feeling and fondling my lingerie?”

Mark kept quiet for some time, his head bowed down.

“It’s alright baby. You can talk to me about anything. Tell me, were you thinking about anyone?”

He replied in a halting manner. “I was reminded of Mrs. Stephens when I first saw your lingerie. I was thinking of her long legs and her sexy white knickers. But after a little while…..” he hesitated.

‘C’mon Mark, you can tell me. What happened? Were you thinking of me instead of Mrs. Stephens?”

He nodded his head slowly. “Yeah, mum. I was thinking about you. In my mind I had a picture of you wearing those knickers.”

“Did it turn you on, feeling mummy’s knickers?”

Mark was silent for a moment. He looked uncomfortably at me, not knowing what to say.

“Darling, you can be honest with me. It maybe uncomfortable in the beginning. But, it is better to get it off your chest.

“Yes, mum. It was an incredible turn on. There was a wonderful smell, a combination of your perfume and something else that made the blood rush to my head.”

“Were you thinking about my pussy when you were licking

the gusset of my knickers?” My voice was almost a whisper now.

‘Mum, did you see me do that? I feel so terrible. I am sorry if I have upset you.”

“Darling, I told you there is no need to be sorry about anything. But tell me, were you thinking about my pussy when you were fondling and licking my knickers?’

“Oh yes mum,” Mark’s voice had a catch in it now.

I was wondering how your pussy would look. And how it would feel to touch it”

Mark moved closer to me. He lifted his face and looked at me. His eyes were brimming with tears. “Are you ashamed of me, Mum.”

I drew him closer and hugged him. “No, darling, I am not ashamed of you. It is perfectly natural for boys to get curious about women.”

Mark raised his face from my breast. “So you are not angry with me?”

I brought his face up and kissed him. First I kissed his eyes, gently wiping away his tears. Then I stroked his head and murmured into his ears, “I can never be ashamed of you. I love you too much for that.” I cupped his face in my hands planted soft kisses all over his face.

‘Mum, this feels so nice,” he whispered as snuggled closer, his chest mashing into my breasts.

“Mark,” I replied. “I love you more than you will ever know. You are my entire life.”

His breathing was now getting a bit ragged and I drew him even closer to me, my robe slipping open. His arms involuntarily went around me as he drew me into an embrace.

I moved my lips lower towards his. I could feel the hot breath from his nostrils as I gently brushed his lips with mine His lips were incredibly soft and tender.

I slowly brought my lips against his, applying a gentle pressure. Mark’s body seemed to stiffen for a moment in my arms.

I did not break the kiss as I ran my hands down his back to slowly cup his arse cheeks. I opened my mouth and gently caressed his lips with the tip of my tongue.

Mark started moaning, and his body began to relax in my arms. Slowly he started responding to my kiss.

“Oh mum,” he whispered as he hugged me closer to him.

“My little baby boy,” I responded, as I gently pressed my lips against his, applying a bit more pressure.

In an almost reflex action he parted his lips and started kissing me back. As his mouth opened, my tongue quickly darted in, duelling with his. I drew his tongue into my mouth and sucked on it, drawing the sweet nectar from his mouth into mine.

I could sense his cock swelling up against my belly. The front of my robe was open and I wondered whether he could feel the humidity emanating from my crotch. I parted my legs allowing his leg to slide against my wet pussy lips.

Mark’s hands slid behind me, and he slowly lifted the hem of my robe and began to caress the contours of my backside. His fingers were stroking and kneading my arse cheeks. His touch was heavenly.

“Oh mum,” he whimpered. “Is it okay for me to do this? I don’t want to stop now.”

“Sshhh….. baby,” I replied. “Don’t stop what you are doing.” I brought my right hand between us and reached below. His young cock had grown to amazing proportions. I could feel the heat as I touched him through the boxers.

I lifted my hands to the waistband of his boxers and slowly began to pull it down.

“Mum, what are you doing?” Mark asked in a shocked voice.

“Quiet, darling,” I responded. I lowered myself to the floor in front of him and removed his boxers. His young cock sprang into view, thrusting up majestically from his groin.

I lowered my face into his groin, inhaling his musky aroma. His cock was already moist and I could see the precum glazing the end of his foreskin. I took his cock in my hand. It was incredibly warm. The skin was soft and velvety and I could feel the veins pulsing in my hand.

‘Would you like mummy to stroke your cock for you, darling?”

He simply nodded and closed his eyes in pleasure as I wrapped my trembling fingers around his monster cock.

Mark had almost an inch of foreskin and I gently peeled it back to reveal his purple glans. He let out a deep sigh of pleasure as I moved his foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock. Precum was now bubbling up from the tip of his foreskin, and as I rubbed my hand over his cock, the slick wetness took on a milky sheen.

“Mummy,” he cried out in pleasure. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed.

I moved my hands below his cock and started fondling his balls. I cupped the smooth sac in my hand and gently squeezed them. I reached my hand behind into the crack of his arse, rimming his arsehole with my finger.

Mark let out a groan. “Oh, Mummy, that feels soooooo nice.”

I could not wait any longer. I had to have a taste of the young cock in front of my face. My own son’s cock. I felt incredibly sluttish and wicked.

I took Mark’s cock into my mouth. Precum was now freely leaking from the slit of his cock, and I greedily lapped it up. Oh, the taste of a man’s cock. How I had missed it.

Mark was now almost in a delirium. “Oh mum, please don’t stop,” he cried out. He grabbed my head and pulled it closer into his crotch.

I stretched my mouth wide open as he pushed his hard young cock into my mouth. I sat down on the floor and bent my head back so that he could slide it in deeper. I could feel the head of his cock touching the back of my throat. After sucking for a couple of minutes I lifted my face from Mark’s cock and looked up at him.

“You enjoying this darling?” I asked him while pumping his cock with my hand and licking his balls.

“Mummy ….. I have never had such pleasure in my life,” replied Mark.

Even with my head tilted back, I could not take all of His hard cock into my mouth. A good few inches was still sticking out. I slowly started pumping his cock with my right hand while sucking him and swirling my tongue around his sensitive crown. My left hand slid into the crack of his arse as I started probing his puckered ring.

“Ooooh mum…….” He started to almost scream. “I think I am going to die with pleasure.”

“You like what I am doing to you sweetheart?” I took my lips off his cock for a moment. “You like what mummy is doing to her darling baby boy?”

“Oh, yeah, please don’t stop now.” Mark began moaning with pleasure. His hands gripped my head and started guiding it up and down his cock in a steady rhythm.

“Ohh mummy, faster,” he cried as began to pump his cock into my face.

I felt his cock getting harder in my mouth, and his pelvic muscles began to start twitching.

Suddenly, he slowed down and started to withdraw his cock from my mouth. “Mum, I think I am about to cum.”

I hugged him closer to me. “Its okay darling. Don’t stop now.”

“Uhmmmmm..mummy, I am about to spurt. If I don’t stop now, it will be all over your mouth.”

“Darling,” I mumbled, “I want you to cum in your my mouth.”

Mark started groaning.. It was almost a wail of pleasure from deep down in his throat. I started probing my index finger deeper into his arsehole while furiously bobbing my head up and down his hard cock.

“Oh yes, mum, oh yes mummy…” he started shouting. “Suck my cock.”

My mouth was stretched wide open as I sucked on his giant cock. A mixture of saliva and precum was dribbling down my chin, as I worked on his cock with my hands and mouth.

I began to feel his body beginning to tense up. I cupped his balls in my hand and began to fondle them gently.

“Oh yes,, oh yes mummy,” he started to wail. “I am cumming,” he shouted. And then he started convulsing as he began to shoot copious streams of cum into my mouth.

The first spurt shot out like a cannon and caught me by surprise, and his cock slipped out of my mouth, splashing cum over my cheeks and chin.

I quickly grabbed his spurting young penis and put it back into my mouth and started milking him with my mouth.

His cum was thick and creamy, and just a little bit salty. The taste was delicious, and there was so much of it. I kept on gulping and swallowing as much as I could. Some of it dribbled down my chin on to my breasts and thighs.

I felt completely wanton. Here I was slurping my own young son’s cum, and enjoying every minute of it. As his cock began to soften slightly, I pushed my face deeper into his crotch, mashing my face against his balls.

“Oh mummy , Mummy ,” he was whimpering. His hands were still gripping my head and his eyes were closed.

I continued to suck his cock till I had milked him completely. When I finally let his cock slide out of my mouth, my face was bathed in perspiration and streaked with gobs of cum. I scooped the cum off my face and licked my fingers clean.

I slumped down on the floor, completely overwhelmed by what had just happened. My robe had slipped down from my shoulders and my body was bathed in a fine sheen of perspiration.

I knew I had crossed the line of no return. This was my young f******n year old son and I had seduced him. There was no turning back now. But strangely enough I didn’t feel and remorse or guilt. Rather I was feeling exhilarated. A strange and delicious mixture of excitement and thrill, something you experience when you are doing something new.

Mark was silent. When I looked up at him, his eyes were full of guilt. He looked almost like a wounded puppy.

“Mum….mummy…” he almost stuttered. “Did we do something bad? Are you going to get angry with me?”

“No my darling, I am not going to get angry with you. What just happened was beautiful. Don’t feel sorry or guilty about it..” I lay back on the floor, a contended smile playing across my lips.

“Mummy. I don’t know what to say. It was incredible. I have never experienced anything like it in my life. Now I know why the guys in my school talk about getting a blow job as something very special.”

“Yeah, darling. Now you know why.

My legs were stretched out in front of me and I could see Mark’s eyes straying down to my crotch. My pussy was soaking wet and my inner thighs were shining with slick juices.

I spread my legs open just a tad. “Would you like to see my pussy, Mark?”

He looked at me, not quite knowing what to say.

“You want to see mummy’s hairy pussy, don’t you? After all you were fantasising about it, a little while ago.”

I opened my legs a little wider so that the lips of my cunt were now visible. “Here, look at it to your heart’s content.”

Mark’s eyes were now riveted to the space between my legs, as I started to gently caress the outer lips of my labia.

” Tell me,” I smiled. “How does it compare with Amy’s pussy?”

“Ahh, Mum. You are embarrassing me again. Stop asking questions”.

“C’mon, now. You can tell Mummy about it. After all,we are now best friends after you just came in my mouth.”

I saw Sandra’s pussy. But….” He hesitated.

“But what?” I teased him further. “Is mine is different?”

“Mum…. You are something else. You know that?” He was now responding to my teasing. “Yeah, your pussy is different.. You have a lot more hair.”

“That’s because this is not a girl’s pussy.” I teased him a bit. “This is your mother’s pussy. The pussy through which you came into this world.” My legs were splayed wide open now.

Mark’s eyes grew wide as he stared directly into my open pussy.

“Come closer,” I told him. “Come and get a good look at your mummy’s pussy. That’s what you boys call it isn’t it? A pussy, Beaver or is it a cunt?”

Mark’s eyes were getting a glazed look. He got down on his knees and moved closer to me.

“Come to mummy, darling,” I whispered and drew his face to mine. I kissed him on his lips as he opened his mouth and kissed me back feverishly.

He hugged and kissed me for a few moments and then started moving down to my crotch. It was as though my pussy was a magnet that was attracting him inexorably closer to it.

I spread open the lips of my pussy with my fingers. I was sopping wet, and I could smell the pungent aroma wafting from inside my vagina. Wet and earthy. Marshy like a jungle. It was a powerful smell.

“Come darling,” I whispered sibilantly. “Let mummy take care of you.”

Mark’s face was now hovering above my crotch. I could feel his hot breath on my slick thighs.

“Let mummy give you a primer on a woman’s pussy. Here,” I said, spreading myself open with my fingers. “These are the lips of my pussy. They are called the labial lips.”

“It’s so puffy, mum .” His voice was full of surprise. Tentatively, he touched my labial lips. “And so soft,” he added in a voice filled with wonder.

“Yes, darling, feel them, ” I said, guiding his fingers up and down my wet crack. “When a woman gets excited, blood rushes down to her vagina and these lips get flushed.”

He güvenilir bahis pulled on my pussy lips gently, stroking the rubbery flesh between his fingers and feeling their texture.

“And this here is my clitoris,” I added, running my fingers higher and pulling back the hood at the top of my vaginal lips to reveal the pink nubbin of sensitive flesh hidden under the wet, fleshy folds of tissue,

“Mum. It is so wet and shiny.” He gently touched the tip of my clit.

A jolt of electricity shot through my body as his finger made contact with the turgid flesh. “Oh, darling, be gentle. This is the most sensitive part of a woman’s vagina.”

“Did it hurt mum?” He was immediately contrite.

“No, darling no. But sometimes, when you touch a woman’s clit, the pleasure can almost be painful. Go on, touch me more.”

I kept still. I allowed him to do things at his own pace. This was his first experience with a woman, and I wanted him to have the thrill of discovery, the joy of exploration?.

Mark ran his fingers up and down my slit, feeling every ridge and every fold. Slowly his fingers were getting coated with my stickiness.

“Yeah, darling,” I crooned, as he discovered the entrance to my vagina. “That is my pussy hole.”

He slowly inserted one finger into my pussy. I let out an audible sigh as it sank in smoothly.

“Does this feel nice mum?” he asked tenderly, as my vaginal muscles closed in around finger.

“Yes darling. Push your finger inside. It feels soooooooo nice.”

Mark slowly pushed his finger deeper into my pussy. And then he started to slide it in and out, making soft swishy noises.

‘Is this the way you like it?” he asked me softly, as he worked one more finger into the open passage. As his fingers moved in and out of my sticky hole, I could feel the crack of my arse getting slippery with my cunt juice.

By now, I was almost screaming with pleasure. “Yes, my little cuddly bear,” I replied. “Just the way I like it. Now start moving your fingers inside me.”

Mark began to get a rhythm going as started to finger fuck me in steady strokes. His slender fingers were sending waves of pleasure cascading through my body. They originated deep inside my cunt and spread in ripples through my lower abdomen.

I spread my legs even wider. I was now panting with passion. I started clenching his digits with my cunt muscles. My pussy juice was now literally dripping down my legs.

“Mmmm mum…. You are clutching at my fingers. How do you do that?”

“Darling, a woman can do a lot of things with her pussy. You are soon going to find that out.”

Wet slurping noises filled the room as Mark started pumping his fingers in and out of my dribbling hole. He moved closer to me, and his face was just a few inches away from my pulsing cunt.

“Mum. You are so wet. There’s so much juice leaking out from your pussy.”

“Darling, I know. I am so fucking wet. I have not felt this good for a long time.”

Mark kept plunging his fingers in and out of my pussy. I was riding a wave of intense pleasure and all my sensations were now on my cunt.

I suddenly reached down and pulled his fingers out of my pussy. They were soaking wet and shining with my juices. I raised his hand to my face and pushed his fingers into my open mouth and began to suck them clean, tasting my tart juices. It was a heavenly feeling. His fingers tasted tangy and creamy.

“What are you doing, mum?” he asked incredulously.

“Having a taste of my pussy juices, darling. You want to try it?”

He nodded mutely, his eyes riveted to my blood gorged pussy lips.

I thrust my hips up at him. “Go ahead, darling, have it straight from mummy’s pussy.”

Mark slowly brought his head down as I slumped back on the floor. He moved his face close to my crotch and began to run his fingers over the throbbing lips of my cunt.

I was now literally on fire, and my pussy was bubbling over with my cunt juices. I could not wait any longer. I needed his tongue inside my hole.

With my fingers, I spread the lips of my cunt wide open.

“Mark, please lick my pussy,” I almost begged him.

I watched with glazed eyes as my son, my own offspring, brought his lips down and began kissing my pussy gently. He then began to lick me. I felt that I had died and gone to heaven. The feeling was exquisite.

“Oh, darling. Push your tongue inside me.”

“Like this, mum?,” he asked, while burrowing his face into the musky warmth of my juice-drenched cunt and sliding his tongue in and out of the slippery slit.

“Oh yes darling…… that’s the way to do it,” I almost screamed as I began pulling on my swollen nipples.

“Mummy, this tastes sooooo good.” Mark began to make muffled noises as he started to push his tongue in and out of my hole with a renewed vigour.

“You like the taste of my pussy juice, darling?”

“Yes, mum. It tastes wonderful. So tangy.” He mumbled while pushing his tongue deeper into my hole.

“Oh, God, my sweet darling boy. That feels so good.”

I grabbed his head in my hands and began to mash my crotch against his face.

“Please suck on my cunt lips my darling son,” I screamed out. “Suck your mother’s pussy.”

I started bucking my hips with pleasure as Mark began to suck hungrily on my slippery pussy lips that were swollen with passion. With a wild grunt, he clutched my arse cheeks and sank his tongue even deeper into my sodden hole. Strange mewling noises bubbled up from his throat as he started to literally suck my creamy juices from the very depths of my cunt.

“Suck, darling, suck,” I howled out as I pressed his head closer into my crotch.

Mark slipped his hands under my arse and began to fondle my arse cheeks as he stabbed his wriggling tongue furiously into my pussy.

“Yes, darling, that feels good. Squeeze your mummy’s arse. Fondle it baby.” I was now thrashing around in the throes of uncontrollable pleasure.

Suddenly, the tip of his tongue grazed against my engorged clitoris .It was like a jolt of electricity passing through me.

“Oh, Jesus, I squealed. “That is my clit darling. Lick it baby, lick it.”

I slowly guided his head till his lips were firmly placed over the sensitive nub of my clitoris. His tongue flicked out and started teasing the delicate flesh. The sensations were exquisite.

“Now put your fingers inside my pussy and move them while you are licking my clit,” I instructed him. “Darling, I am going to teach you how to make a woman happy.”

Immediately, he removed his hand from my arse and slipped two fingers inside my weeping gash. By now, I was so wet that the air was punctuated with loud squishy noises every time he moved his fingers in and out of my cunt.

“Oh yes, sweet Jesus. You really seem to have a natural talent for this, my darling boy.”

My son was lost in frenzy and he just mumbled something as he buried his face in my crotch, nuzzling my clit.

“Oh yes, oh yes,” I screamed. “Now start licking my cunt once again darling.” I lifted my up my legs, spreading them as wide open as possible.

Mark clutched my arse cheeks in a vase like grip and he began to lick my wide wet gash in quick stabbing strokes.

“That’s it honey. Mmmmmmmm.. Faster, faster.” My inner thighs were now completely wet with a mixture of saliva and pussy juices and I could feel Mark’s cheeks sliding against them as he ravaged my pussy with his feverish tongue.

I was now almost at the peak. I closed my legs around his head and pushed his face deeper into my pussy. “Oh yes, my darling baby boy, lick me, eat me…EAT YOUR MOTHER” I wailed.

As if responding to my needs, Mark flattened his tongue and began to lave my pussy from top to bottom. As I lifted up my legs even higher, he moved his tongue lower and started licking the sensitive ridge leading to my anus.

“Aaahhhh….Oh my God, Marky.. Move your tongue lower. Lick my arsehole.”

I screamed out in pleasure as his tongue found the puckered ridge of my anal hole. “OH MY GOD……Lick me faster baby, mummy is going to cum.” My cunt was now oozing fluids as the depraved thrill of what was happening swept over me.

Mark understood my passion, and began to literally hump my pussy with his face. His tongue was now stabbing at my cunt and my arsehole alternately, and the tip of his nose was rubbing against my clit.

“OH YES..OH YES… MARKY… I AM GOING O CUM,” I cried out, as I began to thrash around.

“Mummy , Mummy” he mumbled from between my legs.

“I love you so much.”


With a heart-wrenching cry, I peaked just as Mark stabbed his tongue deep inside my pussy. I clamped my legs in a vase like grip around my son’s head as I came in a shuddering climax.

For a few moments, I could not feel anything. It was as though my entire being had collapsed into an inner core and I had lost touch with reality. I was floating in an infinite space and it felt as though my soul had left my body.

Then a warm glow began to suffuse my body as I slowly came back to consciousness. My legs slackened and slid down to the floor. When I opened my eyes, I saw Mark staring at me.

‘Wow, mum? For a moment there, I thought you had passed out.” His face was smeared with my juices, and there was a wild look on his face.

“Yes, darling. I almost did passed out. That’s what a mind blowing orgasm can do to you. Thanks you darling. I think you are going to make a lot of women very happy one day!!”

“So you really enjoyed what I did to you mum?” He smiled at me in a teasing manner.

“Sweetheart, today I had a glimpse of heaven once again. That was how good it was for me. And you took me there.”

“Mum,” He looked at me shyly, “I really loved it when I was kissing you down there. I loved the way you tasted. It was like nothing I had ever tasted before.”

“Like father, like son,” I laughed out loud. “Your dad also loved the taste of my pussy. He used to call it my nectar.”

“Do all pussies taste the same? Will Sandra’s pussy also taste as good?”

“I am sure that she will also taste good. But each pussy is different from the other. That is the mystery of nature.”

“I think your pussy is prettier than Sandra’s. All that dark hair makes it much sexier. Sandra has just a few blonde curls. And your pussy lips are so plump and red.”

“That, darling, is because Sandra is so much younger than I am. Her pussy is yet to mature completely. In a couple of years she will also have a plump, juicy pussy with lips as red and full as mine ”

“And mum, I felt I was really close to you when I was lying between your legs and kissing your c……”

“Go on, say it….. kissing my cunt.” I smiled indulgently.

“Yes, mum. I loved kissing and licking your wet cunt. I felt I could just lie there forever kissing you. It was beautiful.”

“Sex is always beautiful. Especially if you do it with someone you really love. And you know how much I love you.”

“But,” his face took on a troubled look. “Did we do something wrong?”

I reached across and touched his face. “You did not make me do anything I did not want to. I enjoyed it as much as you did. So, you don’t have to feel guilty. We will deal with everything else later. Okay?”

I stood up and put on my robe. “C’mon now, get up. We got a busy day ahead of us. We are going out to lunch and to do shopping?. Get ready. We must leave in an hour. We are going to have fun today.”

It was a glorious morning as we set out to Chester where an out of town shopping centre had recently opened. I thought it would be just the place for me to celebrate my newfound sense of wantonness.

“Mmmmmm.” I remarked, as we approached the car. “You look very handsome young man. Are you having thoughts of seducing anyone today?”

“I don’t know,” he replied looking at me. “I think I am in the mood to be seduced by an older woman.”

“Oh, Mum.” Grabbing me by the waist, Mark lifted me off the ground and kissed me on my lips.

Arriving at the shopping centre, we found that the place was not yet crowded. We got a parking space not far from the entrance, and quickly made our way inside. Anyone watching us would not have guessed we were a mother and son. More like an attractive older woman with a younger lover.

The centre was one of the new concept malls, with fountains, indoor gardens, food courts, specialty shops, and just about everything else to seduce a shopper into spending more money. The place was attractively laid out, and it was quite a pleasure to walk around just looking at everything.

“Darling,” I said, when we came to La Femme, a lingerie boutique. “I have to buy new underwear. Do you mind if We go in here?”

“Mum, do you really need any more underwear? You have so many pairs already.”

“Well, I suppose, I really don’t ‘need’ any. But I feel like buying some anyway. I am in that kind of mood. And,” I added with a sly smile, “if you are a good boy, I will even let you help me choose some.”

Mark’s eyes immediately began lighting up. “Really, mum. That is something I would love to do. I have never been inside a lingerie shop before.”

“Shhhh….” I cautioned him. “Go easy on calling me mummy in public. People might find it kinky to see a son helping his mother select her underwear.”

Walking inside the shop, we discovered it was tastefully done up in pastel shades, and the displays were mounted aesthetically. Seeing me, an attractive, middle aged woman came up to us. She must have been in her early forties, and was stylishly attired.

“Hello, I am Diane and welcome to La Femme. I own this shop. Please tell me how I can be of assistance to you.”

“Well,” I replied, “we are just looking around. My young lover here is in a romantic mood. He wants me to splurge on expensive lingerie. He says that will make him feel good.”

“Sure, I bet it will,” she replied saucily. “That’s what lingerie is for, isn’t it? ” She turned to Mark. “You have anything special in mind young sir?”

“Everything here looks very pretty,” Mark replied looking around the shop. “But what I like most,” he began adding in a slightly mature grown up tone, “are silk and lace. And it has to be very classy.”

“You are a lucky lady,” Diane responded, looking at me. “He is a young man of style.” She beckoned us to follow her to an inner section of the shop.

“Here, I think the La Perla selections are just what you want. Very European and classy. I am sure you will like this range.”

“Mmmm, La Perla,” I replied. “I am impressed. Not many shops in this area stock the brand.”

“I am glad to have a customer who appreciates the nice things in life.” Diane squeezed my arm in an intimate gesture. “Now that you have discovered La Femme, you don’t have to travel to Far each time you want to splurge on lingerie.”

“That’s a relief,” I responded as I walked around looking at the displays. “I love the way you have set up your shop. And so many lovely designs and patterns. I think I am going to find it difficult, making up my mind.”

“Oh, honey. Take as much time as you want. Just let me know when you are ready.”

“Some of these designs look very, very alluring. Can I try them on?”

“Sure. The changing rooms are at the back. One condition, though. With intimate apparel, once you have tried them on, you will have to purchase them.”

“Oh, surely yes. It’s just that I would like to give Mr. Handsome here, a preview of what’s in store for him this weekend.”

“In that case, you should definitely look at the range of French knickers. They are the current rage in Europe.” Diane was smiling as she gave me a naughty wink, and left us to attend to some other customers who were just walking into the store.

Mark and I walked around, trying to make up our minds on what to buy.

“Darling,” I breathe into his ears, standing in front of a rack displaying bras in gossamer thin silk. “Select whatever turns you on. This is going to be my treat for you.”

“Mum, everything here looks so sexy. I don’t know where to start.”

‘Do you have a favourite colour, darling? Or do all colors turn you on?”

“Mum,” he whispered, “I find everything you wear a big turn on.. Anyway, since you asked, why don’t we start with white? ”

He pointed to a white underwire bra with a delicate floral pattern embroidered on the cups. “I think this here, will look very pretty on you.”

“I like your choice, sweetie. Looks like you have a natural talent for this. Why don’t you pick one up while I look around for a pair of matching knickers? You know my size, don’t you? It’s 38 D.”

While Mark was looking through the rack to select the right size, I turned to a rack displaying knickers.

“What do you think of this?” I asked, picking up a G-string in soft stretch tulle. The front of the knickers had a simple cut, tapering down into a narrow gusset made of smooth sheer satin. The back was breathtaking. There was a tiny, high riding panel in an exquisite pattern of criss-crossing braids. It looked absolutely sexy. “Do you think this looks too slutty?”

Holding the knickers in his hands, Mark began running his fingers over the material, touching and fondling the soft fabric.

“Mmmmmm. Mum, they look soooo sexy. You must definitely take this. And in any case, I think, slutty is nice.”

“Darling, do you want me to model them for you?”

As he began nodding his mute assent, I walked over to the trial room and quickly undressed. Picking up the panties we had selected, I pulled them up my legs. They fitted snugly over the hairy mound of my pussy, and I turned around to give Mark a glimpse of my arse cheeks bisected by the thin strip of cloth.

Bending down from the waist and slowly spreading my legs, I could feel the gusset of the knickers riding into the crack of my arse. “Is this what you wanted to see darling?”

Mark stepped close to me and cupped my arse cheeks. “Yes,” he replied in a husky voice. “Exactly what I wanted to see,” he said, running his index finger up and down my crack.

‘Aren’t you going to try on the bra as well? I want to see how the whole ensemble look.”

I picked up the bra and lowered my breasts into the soft lace cups, and then pulled the straps over my arms.

“Here, ” I said, looking over my shoulder, “will you please fasten the clasps for me?”

I could feel Mark’s hot breath on the nape of my neck, as he took the straps in his hands and began to fasten the snaps on the bra.

Moving back a little, I snuggled up closer to him as he cupped one hand over my breasts and gently squeezed them. The feeling of the smooth sheer silk on my nipples was exquisite.

“Oh yes darling, keep rubbing my nipples. Pinch them baby.”

Mark held one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and began to gently pull and tug at it. The sensation caused by the friction of the silk on the sensitive skin was indescribable. It felt as though my entire breast was on fire.

“Yeah, sweetheart, that’s the way to do it,” I moaned deliriously.

With his other hand Mark drew me closer to him till I could feel his throbbing hard young cock nudging against my arse.

“Mum,” he whispered into my ear, “you look so hot and sexy. I feel like taking off your knickers and licking your pussy right now.”

I could feel myself getting moist. “Easy darling,” I said, disengaging myself from his arms, “or you will get me all juiced up. I don’t want to get these knickers wet and sticky. We still have to buy them, and let’s not have Diane at the counter give us funny looks.”

I watched myself in the mirror and it was an erotic sight. My son was standing behind me; his crotch pressed firmly to my backside, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

“C’mon honey, let us quickly choose some more things that you like, and get out of here before we do something naughty.”

We spent the better part of the next hour at La Femme, selecting sexy underwear for me. I purchased teddies, G stings, sheer knickers, camisoles, and sheer bras in a variety of colours, everything that my son took a fancy to.

“My, my,” Diane commented, when she was ringing up the sale. “Looks like someone is going to have a wild weekend.”

Mark let out a throaty laugh. “I certainly hope so. That’s what she has promised me.”

Diane looked at me and winked. “It’s so nice to see a couple in love. You must visit La Femme again”

“ I’m sure we will,” Mark replied. “Maybe next time, I will come alone, and get something to surprise her.”

“Please do that. And I promise to give you my personal attention.”

“Now, I don’t want you to give him too much attention,” I chipped in. “Remember that he is already spoken for.”

“Ain’t that the truth, darling . The good ones are almost always spoken for,” Diane let out an infectious laugh as she wrapped our purchases and put them into a large shopping bag.

“Here you go,” she said, handing over the bag to Mark. “Thank you very much for shopping at La Femme.”

I turned to Mark and said, “Darling, why don’t I wait here while you go and put this bag in the car. That way, we won’t have to carry it around the centre for the rest of the day.”

As Mark walked out of the shop, Diane turned to me and laid her hand gently on my arm.

“Do you have a business card? I will put you on my list of preferred customers. That will ensure you get an email of all the special offers and promotions.”

I opened my purse and handed her one of my business cards. She looked at it, and a smile formed on her lips. “Helen! What a lovely name!.”

We chatted while I waited for Mark to come back from the car. I asked Diane was she from Chester.

“I am originally from around here. I got married and moved to London when I was barely out of High School. A few years ago, I went through a messy divorce. I discovered my husband was cheating on me. So I left him. My lawyer was very good, and managed to get a generous settlement for me. So I came back to my roots here in Chester, and opened up this shop. I always had expensive tastes in lingerie; so this looked like a good business to get into.”

“Good for you,” I replied. “Husbands can be quite a pain in the arse at times. Don’t get me started on that topic.”

“Oh hey, are you both talking about me?” Mark came walking back into the shop. “Your purchases are safely deposited in the car, and if you are finished, we should get going.”

As Mark put his arm around me, Diane turned to me and touched my shoulder. “Please do stop by again. We get new collections in here almost every other month or so. And frankly, it’s not always that I get the pleasure of having a customer who appreciates the better things in life.”

“Sure, Diane,” I smiled. “I have a feeling that you will see me quite regularly. Now before we leave, can I ask you for some help? We are ready for lunch. I heard there is a good Italian restaurant in this mall.”

“That must be the Tuscany? It’s adjacent to the kitchen shop at the west entrance of the mall. It’s a good place. Serves great Italian food. Their lasagna is easily the best in town.”

“Mmmmmm. sounds yummy. Thank you. You have been a great help.” I turned to Mark. “C’mon, darling, I am famished.”

The centre was now getting crowded with weekend shoppers. Mark was holding my hand in his as we made our way to the west entrance of the mall. It had been a very long time since I was in such a romantic mood. I felt like I was walking on air.

I knew what I was doing was totally wrong by all standards of conventional morality. But I did not care. All that mattered was the intense feeling of sexuality that my son had aroused in me. I wanted to shout out to the world, “Look at me. I am with my lover, my son, and I don’t care what you think about it.”

Tuscany was a tastefully done up restaurant with discreet décor and subdued lights. Not the kind of garish place one usually finds in a mall. We got a table at the far corner of the restaurant. I ordered a bottle of wine to go along with our lasagna.

“I think you are ready to have the occasional glass of wine, young man,” I joked as the waiter walked away after pouring us each a glass of wine. “As of this morning, you have officially become an adult. There’s one condition though. Drinking only under the supervision of your mother.”

“I think I can live with such rules,” said Mark, raising his glass in a toast. “To my mum who I think is the most beautiful woman in the whole world.”

“Oh darling, that’s so sweet of you. You do know the nicest things to say to a lady.” I raised my glass and clinked it against his. “And to my wonderful son, who is helping me re-discover what it is to be young and desirable.”

Lunch was a cozy, intimate experience. We kept up a light, mischievous banter, occasionally touching one another under the table or holding hands when we were not busy eating.

Looking across the table at Mark, my son, I wondered how my world had changed so dramatically within the course of a few hours. It was as though I had been reborn, and was living an entirely new life. I had not experienced such intense feelings in years. The mood was so erotic that I felt myself getting moist.

“Darling, what would you like to do next,” I asked Mark once the table was cleared and the bill had been settled. “It’s only half past two. Still early to go back home.”

” Let’s see. Why don’t we go and watch a movie? The multiplex is just around the corner. I am sure there will be something we both like to watch.”

“Now that’s what a brilliant idea.” I held his hand in mine as we stepped out of the restaurant and walked towards the multiplex. There were three theatres in the multiplex. Two of them were showing the latest blockbusters. The third one was showing an oldie, a favourite of mine. The marquee read, “Pretty Woman. Last show at 2.45 PM.”

A naughty thought quickly formed in my mind. “Darling, would you mind if we went for Pretty Woman? It’s a favourite of mine, and I am in that kind of mood today.”

‘Sure, mum,” he replied as we neared the ticket counter. “That’s fine by me. I know you have always had a crush on Richard Gere.”

I stepped up to the counter and raised two fingers. “Do you have two tickets for Pretty Woman please?”

The counter clerk smiled at me. “Lady, it’s the last show. I think you maybe the only two people in the theatre.”

Ah, I nodded to myself; my hunch was right. I plucked the tickets from his hand and we entered the foyer of the theatre.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you wait here for me? I need to visit the toilet. Maybe you can get us something to drink.”

Leaving Mark at the refreshments counter, I went into the toilet. I had been so turned on by what had happened during shopping and lunch that my knickers were already soaked through with pussy juices. I needed to get out of my wet underwear.

Walking into one of the stalls, I lifted up the hem of my skirt. Hooking my fingers to the waistband of my knickers, I slowly peeled them off, leaving a slick, wet trail down my thighs. I smiled to myself as I stuffed them into my handbag. I knew what I would do with them later on.

I sat down on the toilet seat and spread open my legs. In the bright light of the toilet, I could see the swollen lips of my sex glistening with juices. Bringing my hand down I slowly touched myself. My labial lips were puffed up and slick with wetness. I ran my forefinger up and down my slit, and let out an involuntary shudder as the tip of my finger grazed my engorged clit.

Using my fingers, I gently parted my plump outer lips, and looked at the glistening inner lips that were almost twitching in anticipation. They gleamed pink and wet, and as I watched, a long pearly strand of clear juice bubbled up and began to drip down into the toilet.

Resisting an urge to plunge my fingers deeper into my wet hole, I tore off a length of toilet paper and wiped the juices from my cunt. I was so excited that the more I wiped, the wetter my pussy seemed to get. Finally, I folded a large wad of toilet paper and gently patted my pussy lips dry, not applying any pressure. My legs were wobbling with passion as I stood up and smoothed my skirt.

My cunt was on fire, and as I moved over to the wash basin to rinse my hands, I could feel the insides of my thighs become slippery once again with my juices. It was a delicious feeling and I squeezed my thighs together in the anticipation of an impending orgasm.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My face was flushed and my eyes were heavy lidded with desire. Opening my handbag, I took out my hairbrush and ran it through my hair. Then I unscrewed my tube of lipstick and re-touched my lips, giving them a rich, lustrous look. As I returned the hairbrush and lipstick to my handbag, I noticed a lollipop lying in one corner of the handbag. I suddenly had a naughty idea. Removing the wrapper from the lollipop, I spread my legs and pushed it slowly into my aching cunt. As the smooth round head slid into my hole, I could not help letting out a contended sigh. It felt so good. I pushed it in till it was lodged firmly against my cervix and only the tip was peeking out from between my pussy lips as I walked out of the restroom.

Mark had already bought a large Coke and was waiting expectantly for me. I took the pop from him as we walked into the dimly lit theatre. I looked around. The ticket clerk had been right. There was hardly anyone else in the theatre. Just another couple who were sitting in a corner towards the front of the theatre.

“Wow, mum,” he whispered, as we took our seats in a corner, far away from the other couple. “Do you realise that there is hardly anyone else in here. It’s kind of spooky.”

“Spooky, or is it exciting?” I almost giggled, holding his hand in mine and slowly pressing his fingers. “Just think about it. We are practically alone in here.”

I took the Coke from his other hand rested it along with my handbag on the seat next to mine. “Do you know what that means? Nobody will see us do anything.”

“Ooh, Mummy You are so naughty. That is why you chose this film, isn’t it?”

“You guessed right, darling. It’s been a long, long time since I have made out in a movie theatre. When I was in High School, there were no multiplexes. Your dad and I used to go to the cinema almost every weekend. That was the time when were just discovering the joys of petting and fondling and groping each other in the dark.”

Suddenly, a shaft of light streamed in as the door of the theatre opened. Turning around, I saw a middle aged man walk in. He casually glanced in our direction, and our eyes locked for a moment. He was probably in his late thirties, and was informally dressed. He tilted his head with a slight smile and then took a seat a few rows behind, a little away from us, near the entrance door.

“Thank God,” I whispered. “That was pretty sporting of him. He wants to give us our space.”

Mark turned around to look at where the newcomer had settled down. “He can still see us from where he is seated. Maybe he knows that you brought me here to seduce me.”

“Well then, we will be sure to put on a show for him, won’t we sweetheart?”

The lights in the auditorium dimmed, and the theatre became dark. I waited with anticipation for the opening credits to roll. Even after all these years, I found the opening moments of a movie quite magical. It was as though I had become a c***d once again, and was waiting to be transported into another world.

“Do you find Julia Roberts attractive, darling?” I asked, leaning close to Mark.

“She is hot, mum. And in this movie, she is really, really hot.”

I shifted closer to Mark, and slowly lowered my hand into his lap and let it rest there for a while. I applied a gentle pressure, and could feel the heat emanating from his growing erection.

“Is it me, or is it Julia Roberts that is creating this lump in your trousers?”

“Mum, you are such a tease. You must have been quite something when you were in high school. I bet all the boys had a crush on you.”

I moved my fingers around till I found the zipper of his jeans. Dragging the zipper down, I moved my hand inside. Mark shifted around in his seat to allow me easier access. Groping inside his underpants, I finally managed to draw his hard young cock out.

“Ooh, mum. That feels nice,” he said with a gasp, as I circled my fingers around his turgid young meat.

“Shhhh. Be quiet, darling,” I murmured as I leaned across and sealed his mouth with mine in a long caressing kiss. His breath was scented with the wine we had consumed at lunch and his mouth tasted sweet.

I could feel the familiar sensations in my lower abdomen as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. His response was quick. He held my face in his hands as he drew my tongue deeper into his mouth and started sucking on it. He then pushed my face away from his mouth and began to lick the edges of my mouth, tracing the outline of my lips with his tongue.

Moaning with pleasure, I began to sink lower down in my chair, my head slumping to one side to rest on his shoulder.

As I did so, I could feel the lollipop moving inside my pussy, it’s smooth head caressing the inner walls of my vagina.

Mark pulled his mouth away from mine, and whispered, “Oh God, Mum, this is such a turn on.”

In response, I pressed myself closer to him, feeling the heat emanating from his body. In the dim light radiating from the screen, I could see his cock pulsing and throbbing with excitement.

I rubbed my fingers over his hard young cock, feeling the velvety texture of the skin. The tip of his cock was already wet with precum, and Mark let out a sigh of pleasure as I slowly peeled back his foreskin in one fluid motion.

‘Shhhh…. baby,” I whispered. “Be quiet. I don’t want the others to hear us. I have got a few presents for you. If you are a good boy and promise to keep quiet, I will give them to you. Okay?”

Mark nodded his head in agreement. “Yes, mum, I won’t make any noise.”

“Promise?” I teased him further.

“Yeah, mum. Promise. I will not make any noise. Don’t kill me with the suspense.”

I opened my handbag and took out the knickers that I had removed in the toilets. The moist fabric felt warm and humid in my hands, and there was a musky aroma emanating from it. A combination of the perfume I was wearing and my own juices. “Now, close your eyes,” I whispered.

Mark closed his eyes in anticipation. I took the damp garment and held it close to his face and gently rubbed it across his cheeks.

“Do you know what I have in my hand?” I asked mischievously. Mark shook his head; his eyes still closed.

“Can you smell anything familiar, sweetheart? Something that you love very much.”

Mark türkçe bahis pushed his face upwards, slowly sniffing the air.

“Mum, that’s the smell of your pussy! What do you have in your hands?”

I shifted my hand and moved the knickers back and forth under his nostrils. “Yes darling, you guessed right. That’s the fragrance of your mother’s wet pussy. The smell that you love so much.”

Mark opened his eyes as I pushed the garment closer to his face. ” See darling, it’s so wet. Feel it for yourself.”

Mark took my knickers from my hands and lowered his face into the wet lace, sniffing deeply.

“Oh mum,” he began to mumble incoherently as he rubbed the flimsy garment all over his face. “They smell wonderful.”

In the dim light in the theatre, I could see him turning the knickers around. He let out a satisfied sigh when his fingers closed over the slippery gusset of the knickers.

“Mum, this is so wet,” he whispered as he brought the tiny strip of fabric to his lips and began to lick the fragrant juices. I could hear wet slurping noises as he hungrily sucked on the damp fabric.

“Are you enjoying the taste of your mummy’s juices, darling?

Do you want more?”

He nodded his head mutely. “So you are not wearing any knickers right now, Mum?” he questioned.

‘No, darling. I was so wet by what you did to me at the shop, that I had to get out of my knickers.”

“Can I touch your pussy then?” he queried.

I took his hand in mine and brought it between my legs. I opened my legs and whispered to him, “go on darling, touch my hairy pussy. Now you get your second present.”

Mark slowly moved his hand down and slid it under the hem of my skirt. The insides of my thighs were already coated with my juices, and as his hand slithered up, I spread my legs wider to allow him easier access.

“Oh my dear Mummy,” he whispered, as his hands grazed over my puffed up labial lips. “This feels so good.”

And then his fingers encountered the lollipop “What’s this mum,” he asked incredulously, his fingers slowly turning the lollipop inside me.

“It’s a sweet treat for my baby boy,” I whispered. “Remember, when you were small, you always wanted a lollipop when you came to the movies? Well, I got one for you today.”

“Oh God, Mum, you are so naughty.” His fingers were now working feverishly, working the lollipop inside my cunt like a dildo.

“Oh yeah, honey, that feels good.” I raised myself up from my seat a bit to allow his palm to slip under my arse cheeks while two of his fingers worked the lollipop in and out of my pussy.

I started to squirm around in my seat till he was able to establish a steady movement with his fingers. I felt I was in heaven. The feelings were so exquisite. Adding to the physical sensation was the salacious thought that I was allowing my son to masturbate me in a cinema theatre. There was something so delightfully wicked and sinful about it that I shivered with the excitement of what I was doing and felt goose bumps all over my body.

By now Mark had a pretty good idea of what to do. He was working the lollipop in and out of my pussy in a smooth, fluid rhythm.

The air was punctuated by muffled, squishy sounds as his fingers sawed in and out of me, and I could smell a musky, pungent aroma wafting up from between my legs.

“Oh God, Mum. You are so wet that I can smell your pussy.”

By now, I could feel the juices bubbling up from somewhere deep inside my body and pouring out through my vagina. My thighs were slippery with my cream, and I could feel it trickling down into the crack of my arse. “Yes darling, your dear mother is so wet, it’s unbelievable.”

“Can I taste you mum?” he asked rhetorically as he removed the lollipop from my dripping hole and raised it to his lips.

I felt a sudden vacuum between my legs, as he withdrew his fingers. Immediately I plunged two of my own fingers into the void and kept up the rhythm that my son had established.

I heard a quick slurping noise as Mark pushed the lollipop into his mouth and started sucking on it. The sound of my son licking my juices turned me on even more. I leaned across and kissed him on his lips. He opened his mouth and removed the lollipop as my tongue darted inside. Along with strawberry flavour of the lolly, I could taste my tartness coating his lips and tongue.

Mark was making faint mewling noises from the base of his throat. His hand once again came down between my legs, searching for my cunt. I removed my fingers from my hole as allowed him to once again resume the job of pleasuring me.

“Oh, yes darling, do it to me hard,” I moaned. “Make your mummy cum.”

Mark now began to push the lollipop in and out of my vagina in quick, brisk strokes. The smooth head of the lollipop was setting my inner lips on fire and I was building up to a raging climax.

“Oh my dear baby boy, that feels do good.” I turned and kissed him once again, slipping my tongue into his mouth. My hand went down and encircled his thick young shaft. Moving my fingers up and down his cock, I enjoyed the sensation of the hot, velvety flesh rubbing against my palm. His cock almost felt alive in my hand, the veins throbbing in my fingers. There was a lot of precum bubbling from the wrinkled tip of his foreskin. Coating my palm and fingers with the slick juice I slowly peeled his foreskin back once again.

“Mmmmmm…” Mark let out a muffled sigh, and removed his lips from mine. “Oh God, mum, that feels terrific.” He spread his legs wider to allow greater access for my fingers.

“Lift yourself from your seat for a second, darling,” I whispered. As he rose up slightly to comply with my request, I tugged at his jeans till they came down past his knees and lay bunched up at his feet.

Moving my hand up to his crotch, I cupped his balls. They were hot and felt heavy in my palm. With the tip of my forefinger I gently probed his puckered arsehole. I could feel Mark instinctively stiffening, his body reacting naturally to the intrusion.

“What are you doing, mum?” he asked, in a tone of surprise.

“Ssshhh darling….” I cautioned him. “Just relax and enjoy.” I rubbed my fingertip all around his nether hole, rimming him. As I continued to slowly massage his balls I could sense his body relaxing. He sank more comfortably in his seat, and little by little, the ring of his arsehole began to loosen up. I nudged my fingertip slowly forward, feeling the tight band of muscle open up and allow me tentative access.

“Oh my God, Mum,” he whimpered. “That feels so amazing.”

By now, Mark had removed his hand from my pussy and was lying with his head slumped to one side of the seat, completely surrendering himself to the exquisite sensations he was now experiencing. I took his hand and brought it to my face, pushing his wet fingers inside my mouth and licking my tart juices off them. I sucked on each finger gently, coating it with my saliva and rolling it around in my mouth sensuously.

Mark was now almost incoherent with pleasure. I pushed my fingertip further into his arse. This time it went in without any resistance up to my knuckle. It felt warm inside, and I began to gently move it inside.

I was getting very hot myself, and my pussy was now leaking juices into the cushion of my chair. My nipples were aching and my entire body was feeling flushed and warm.

“Darling,” I whispered into Mark’s ear,” do you want to fuck me?”

“Here, in this theatre? Are you sure, mum?” he responded incredulously.

“I know. It’s a bit wild isn’t it? I wanted our first fuck to be in a more relaxed and romantic place. But I am feeling so hot and horny, that if I don’t get some release soon, I am going to explode ”

“But, mum? What if we get caught?”

” Let’s do it darling. No one is going to see us. Just don’t make too much noise, that’s all. I am pretty sure that other couple down in the front are also busy with themselves.”

I got up from my chair and straddled him facing the screen. His hard young cock was lodged between my legs, as I settled down comfortably in his lap.

Reaching down, I rubbed his cock between my thighs, coating it with my slick juices. I then rose up from his lap, and slowly positioned myself over his erect cock.

“Mark, help me with this,” I urged him, and he held his cock steady in his hands as I began lowering myself onto him. His cock had swelled up immensely, and it was a tight fit. It had been quite a long time since I had a cock inside my pussy, and my passage needed some time to get used to this young intruder.

I held on to the hand rest of the chair while I steadied myself and pushed my cunt down the rigid pole. Little by little, I could feel my wet lips spread open to accommodate him. The inner walls of my vagina were tingling with the most intense of sensations as I finally buried myself to the hilt on his rock hard cock, my damp pussy hairs rubbing against his thin thicket of golden curls that were now soaking with my juices.

For a moment, I sat quietly. It was nearly three years since I had a cock inside me, and I was enjoying the familiar sensations. Mark was quite large for a young boy his age and he filled me up completely. I was sitting on his thighs and I could feel his smooth balls rubbing against the cheeks of my arse.

I leaned back against him, and my son put his hands around me, drawing me closer to his chest.

“Mummy dearest,” he murmured into my ear. “I feel so good. It feels like my cock is immersed in a jar of warm honey.”

“And baby, do you know how your mother feels?” I replied.

“The thought that I am having my son’s hard young cock inside my pussy is driving me crazy. I can’t believe that my son is going to fuck me with his big, thick cock. Let me hear it from you baby. Tell me that you want to fuck your mother.”

“Oh yes. Oh yes. I want to fuck my sexy mother. I want to fuck my beautiful mum with my big cock.” Mark’s voice was ragged with desire.

I leaned forward, and holding on to the chair with both my hands, I slowly raised myself from his lap. I could feel the lips of my pussy stretch and widen as I gently began to move up and down his thick shaft.

At first, our movements were a little clumsy and difficult. I could not spread my legs open beyond a point due to the cramped space. But slowly, we got a steady rhythm going, and as my cunt adjusted to my son’s penis, I was able to move up and down much more easily in a smooth and fluid manner.

“Oh my God,” Mark groaned. “That feels so nice, mum.”

Holding me by my waist, he ran his hands over my stomach and lower belly as I began to establish a steady rhythm to my movements. My cunt was filling up with juices and quickly his cock was moving in and out of my hole with a steady, liquid cadence.

Soon, Mark’s hands moved up under my blouse and started playing with my tits.

“Here, let me help you with that darling,” I said, as I unbuttoned my blouse to expose my breasts. The cool air inside the theatre caused goose pimples on my skin and I pressed Mark’s hands to my bosom.

Mark pushed the cups of my bra over my breasts so that his fingers could freely play with my nipples. He rolled them around in his fingers, pulling on the tips

“Baby, pinch my nipples,” I urged him. I leaned back and put my arms back over his head and drew him closer to me.

Burying his face in the nape of my neck Mark began licking my ear. The tip of his tongue felt like liquid fire as he pushed it into my right ear. He began to lick the insides of my ear and my earlobe and his hot breath began to drive me senseless with desire.

“Oh, my darling son, my wonderful lover,” I whispered out softly, biting my lips to stifle a cry bubbling up from my throat.

In the position I was in, the base of Mark’s cock was rubbing against my clitoris and producing the most delicious of feelings deep inside me. I reached my hand down to touch myself, and felt my clit was enlarged and sticking out. I slowly rubbed the distended knob spreading the slippery juices all over the sensitive flesh.

I was now getting ready to explode. I knew I could not last much longer, and wanted Mark also to cum with me. At the same time, I was eager to prolong the lovemaking with my son.

So I stopped my movements up and down his slick cock. I sat down, completely engulfing his thick flesh inside the confines of my pussy. In this position, I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. I began to flex my vaginal muscles, slowly contracting and expanding them.

The heat inside my vagina was building up, and the entire area of my lower abdomen was burning. I held on to the hand rest of the chair and began to grind my sodden pussy into his wet crotch.

“Aaaaah…” Mark growled with pleasure. “Mum, it feels like you are milking my cock.”

“Yes Darling. Doesn’t it feel good? Your mother is re-discovering all the little things she used to be very good at.”

I lifted myself up slowly on his cock, till only the head of the cock was inside my cunt. In that position, I flexed the mouth of my cunt, surrounding the thick ring of his glans with warm wetness. I stayed in that position for a few moments, and then plunged down, slamming his cockhead deep inside my womb.

The feeling was exquisite. My insides felt like molten lava.

“Oooooh.. darling. That is so good. Can you feel how hot it is inside my pussy?” My voice was hoarse with passion. I gripped the hand rests of the chair once again and began to increase the tempo of my movements. I was so wet that I began to slide up and down my son’s cock smoothly without any friction. My body was aflame, and every single nerve in my body was tingling with pleasure.

“Mummy dearest,” Mark mumbled into my ear. His breath was hot and moist as his mouth moved to the side of my head. He parted his lips and the tip of his hot wet tongue snaked inside my ear. He moved the tongue all over the insides of my ear coating it with warm saliva, and bit gently on my earlobes. “Mum, I think I am going to cum soon.”

“Yes, darling. Yes. I want you to come inside me. Fill me up with your thick cream. I want my son’s cum inside my cunt.” I felt wicked and depraved as I began to move my hips faster in tempo with Mark’s urgent thrusts.

I began shuddering with pleasure. I had never experienced such intense sensations ever before. And the realisation that it was my son’s cock inside me somehow drove me to greater heights of pleasure..

“Oh God, Mum,” Mark groaned, as I began milking his cock once again with my pussy. He started to thrust his cock up each time I slammed down on him. “Yes, yes, Mummy. It feels so good.”

“Baby, give it to me. Fuck your mummy hard. Fuck my pussy real hard, my darling son, ” I moaned. I was fast reaching my peak. “Are you ready sweetheart? Oh God, I can’t hold on much longer”

By way of response, Mark increased the tempo of his movement, thrusting his cock deeper inside me. “Yes, mum, my beautiful mother. I am almost there.”

I was now ready to burst. A zillion nerve endings inside my dripping pussy were tingling with pure pleasure. Each time Mark’s cock moved in and out of my cunt, millions and millions of stars were lighting up in my brain. Each caress of his long fingers across my body was pushing me closer to the brink.

“Squeeze my nipples darling,” I whispered hoarsely. “Pinch them and make me hurt.”

My son cupped my breasts in his hand and began to roll my nipples between his fingers, squeezing them and pinching them with his nails. “Is this what you wanted, Mummy?”

I was almost crazy with pleasure now. ‘Yes darling, yes.” I panted. “Pinch them harder. Yes, YES, YES…” I was now bucking like a bronco, holding on the armrests for support.

A low growl began to emerge from Mark’s throat and his body began to clench. “MUM…” he cried, and gave one final thrust, as I too responded by slamming down on his cock. I was over the edge and reached a crashing climax as I felt Mark shuddering below me and gushing hot warm jets of cum deep inside me. “Oh my darling mummy,” he sobbed, as he hugged me. He was in the throes of his orgasm, and his cock twitched inside me, as he continued to spurt his semen deep into my womb.

With a final surge my son pumped the last jet of cum inside my pussy, and with a contended sigh slumped over my back.

“Mummy, Mummy,” he mumbled, “that was incredible. I never imagined fucking would be so good.” He hugged me closer to his body, burying his face in my hair and kissing and licking the nape of my neck. He was still breathless and was panting as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear.

“My darling baby boy, that was one of the most beautiful experiences I have ever had. You are quite a lover!” I brought his hands to my face and gently kissed his fingers. “Thank you so much for helping mummy rediscover the joys of sex.”

I sat still for a while, savouring the languid afterglow of one of the most intense orgasms that I had ever experienced. I felt I had scaled a mountain peak I had never been on before and I didn’t want to climb down. My pussy was flooded with juices and I could feel it slowly trickle down my thighs. I wished I could stay like this forever, frozen in time, with my son’s cock embedded in me.

After a few minutes, Mark’s cock began softening inside me as his orgasm subsided. His face was still buried in my hair, and his breathing had returned to normalcy. Slowly, his cock started to slowly to slide out of my slippery hole.

“C’mon darling, I think we should leave now. Let’s go home, before we cause a riot in here”

I slowly got up from the chair. As my son’s cock slipped out from me, I began clenching the muscles of my cunt to keep the juices from leaking out. Meanwhile, Mark was pulling up his jeans, and fastening his belt, and tidying himself as best as he could.

I sat down in my seat and rearranged my clothes into a semblance of respectability. Taking some tissues from my handbag, I freshened up my face.

“Darling, you leave first. I will follow you in a few minutes. Let me catch my breath.”

Mark got up from his seat and made his way to the door of the theatre. I looked around to see whether anyone was watching us. I breathed a sigh of relief. Nobody seemed to have noticed our antics. Moments later, I too got up from my seat.

As I neared the exit, the lone man sitting there, whispered to me, “that was quite a show you both put on! I was getting quite turned on.”

I was too surprised to say anything by way of response. “Oh, did you see us?” I mumbled.

“Yes. It was so erotic. Such a fantastic turn-on! If you both ever want to swing, please give me a call,” he added, thrusting a small card into my hand.

I was too dazed and embarrassed to refuse it. Quickly palming the card, I put it into my handbag, and rushed out of the auditorium. I decided that I was not going to tell Mark anything about this encounter!

Mark was waiting for me in the foyer. His face was flushed and his clothes were disarrayed I stopped in front of a large mirror and checked out my appearance. My clothes were disheveled and my skirt was crumpled with a few wet stains in the front.

. “How do I look, darling?” I asked, holding out my hand to him.

“You look as though you have just had your brains fucked out by a young stud!” he replied with a laugh, as he held my hand and walked out of the mall. Fortunately it was mid afternoon and the mall was not very crowded. So we were able to get to the parking lot without attracting too many curious stares.

I relaxed in my seat as I took the car out of the car park and headed back home. Soon we were out of the city and on the dual carriageway. I thought about what had happened earlier. I could not believe that I had become so wanton as to have made love to my own son, and that too in a theatre! It felt so deliciously sinful and I began to feel the familiar tingle in my pussy. I was actually becoming wet again!

I spread my legs wide open, enjoying the cool air of the air conditioner on my naked crotch. Feeling incredibly horny and sluttish I lifted the hem of my skirt until my pussy was totally exposed. My cunt looked like a marshy swamp and the thick dark curls of my pubic hair were fully matted with cum. A thick line of viscous drool was still oozing out from between the lips of my vagina, which were puffed up and pearled with juices. The insides of my thighs were also glistening with the slick honey.

“Look Darling. Look at what you have done to my poor pussy,” I teased Mark.

Mark turned his head to look at what I was doing. I inserted two of my fingers into my cunt, and took them out to show how wet I was. “See for yourself. My pussy is all sore from the fucking you gave me.”

I brought my fingers to his face and gently waved them under his nose. “Wanna taste?” I asked mischievously.

Grabbing my hand, Mark pushed my fingers into his eager mouth and started licking the sticky juices. “Oh yes, that tastes wonderful mum.” He leaned across and stuck his hand between my legs and began to stroke my pussy lips. ‘Oh my God, you are really wet.” He rubbed his hand all over my pussy, grinding the heel of his palm into my pussy lips till it was completely wet and then brought it to his face began to slowly lick it. “Mmmmmm…this is yummy.”

“So my son loves a cream pie, huh?. I guess some things run in the family.” I settled down a bit more comfortably in my seat, opening my legs wider to provide Mark better access to my ravenous pussy.

Inserting two fingers inside my cunt, he scooped out more of the slippery drool and began to lap it up. “I am really developing a taste for this stuff.

“And I am getting thirsty for a drink,” I replied, scooting closer to him.

“Do you want to stop at the next rest area? I am sure we can get a coffee or a cold drink there.”

“No, you big, dumb stud. I am thirsty for a thick, milky cock-shake.” I reached across and unzipped his fly and slowly drew his cock out. It was still wet and moist and clotted with white sticky cum. “This is what I want darling, not coffee or coke.”

“What the heck, mum? We are on the highway, for Christ’s sake.”

“Shhhhh. Relax baby. I pulled over on to the hard shoulder,” enjoy I said, lowering my head to his crotch. I took his warm cock into my mouth, and slowly licked along its entire length, feeling his veins pulsing under my tongue. I licked up and down, savouring the musky, aroma of our combined juices. Gently peeling back the foreskin, I discovered a thick band of viscous cum settled under the ring of his cockhead. I lapped it up eagerly, enjoying the creamy, tangy flavour. Pulling my head back a bit, I encircled the cockhead with my lips and applied a gentle sucking motion, tickling the tiny pee-hole on the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue.

“Oh, mum, do that again. It feels incredibly good,” he moaned, as I cupped his balls in my hand and squeezed them gently.

I started to suck his cockhead once again, applying more pressure, and also occasionally nipping it gently with my teeth. I knew I was driving my son crazy. I was feeling incredibly randy, and wanted a taste of my son’s juices. And I needed it fast. But in the cramped position I was in, there was not much room to manoeuvre.

So I raised my head up till only the head of his cock was in my mouth. With my free hand, I started to stroke the shaft of his cock. My head was now bobbing up and down like a mad dervish as I worked hard to get him to his climax.

“Oh dear God. Mum, this is incredible. I cannot believe that my sexy mum is giving me a blow job while we are parked on the dual carriageway.”

I kept on sucking and squeezing my son’s penis, as he moved closer to his climax. My pussy was overflowing with juices, and there was a powerful aroma of sex inside the car.

“Oh yes, oh yes, I am going to cum mum.”

I increased the tempo of my movements and in a few moments, I could feel Mark tensing up under me. I knew he was ready to explode.

“Oh yes, Mummy,” he shouted, “here I cum.”

And with a satisfied grunt, he thrust his cock inside my mouth and started to come copiously. I kept gulping down the thick, warm torrents as quickly as I could. But some of it dribbled down the side of my mouth. It tasted wonderful — slightly salty and tangy, but very creamy.

I kept my son’s cock in my mouth for a few more minutes while he regained his breath. I then lifted my head up and licked the few ropes of semen that had dribbled down into his crotch.

“Here, have a taste of yourself,” I said, raising my head and kissing him on his lips. His mouth opened almost instinctively and his tongue darted into my mouth. We kissed for a long time, his tongue duelling with mine, while his fingers caressed my face gently, tenderly.

“Mummy, Mummy, Mummy,” he kept on mumbling. “I love you so much. I have always loved you. But now I you love even more. In a different manner.” Mark looked at me longingly, his eyes almost filling with tears.

“Shush baby boy. Say nothing more. Let’s just get home quickly. . We have a lot of things to talk about. And remember I have to model for you all the sexy lingerie we bought. Don’t think I am finished with you yet, young man.”

As I began driving home, I lay back in my seat, thinking of the wonderful, new sexual paradise that had opened up before me. Suddenly, I remembered the encounter in the theatre. I opened my handbag and furtively took out the business card that the stranger had given me. It was a plain card with just a name on it. – Dr. Richard Carter, and a telephone number printed below. It was a number in Liverpool. I had a few clients in the city, and immediately recognised the area code. “Hmmm…very interesting,” I thought to myself, as I put the card back inside my handbag. Will we ever meet again, I wondered. Probably not, I concluded as my thoughts turned back to the events of the day, and to the exciting possibilities that lay ahead for me.

By the time we reached home, evening had set in. The sky was a glorious shade of pink and was filled with songbirds returning home. It seemed that even the weather was adding to my mood of romance. I was happier than I had ever been in the past few years. Physically, I felt alive, aroused; and emotionally I was riding a high.

The word i****t reared its ugly head in my mind. But I quickly pushed away such thoughts. I was not going to allow feelings of guilt to mar my happiness. I decided I would deal with such thoughts later. Right now, I wanted to savour the present and just indulge my wanton senses. I wanted to make love to my son again. I wanted to fuck him, and be fucked by him. I wanted to suck his cock fill my mouth with his lovely cream. I wanted him to eat my pussy till I was drained out. I was fantasising about doing things with him that no mother would normally do!

In fact the illicitness of what I was doing was what excited me further, almost like a wicked aphrodisiac. The very thought of what I wanted to do made my cunt start twitching with desire.

I parked the car in the garage, and Mark helped me carry the shopping bags inside the house. After putting them in my bedroom, he turned to me, with a confused look on his face.

“Mum,” he began tremulously. “Today has been very special. Perhaps the best day of my life, ever. I have done stuff that no boy my age would have ever done. But I also realise that what we did is not what a son and mother normally do.”

“Darling,” I replied. “Let us not think about that right now. And please do not feel bad about anything. I did not do anything I did not want to with you. You made me feel young and alive. You made me feel like a sexy woman all over again. That is all that matters.”

“So, you are okay with what happened?” “I do not know whether I am okay myself. Certainly, it is not normal for a mother and son to have sex. But, it has happened, and I enjoyed what we did. And I do not want to stop what we have started. You have aroused feelings in me that I have not experienced in a long time. And I am quite relishing that sensation. So, let’s forget about the morality part for the moment. I do want to continue to make love to you and to be loved by you.”

“Oh, mum. That makes me happy too. I want to continue to be your lover.”

“Oh yes, darling. You are my teenaged lover. We are going to do a lot of naughty things together.” I gathered him into my arms and kissed him gently on his lips.

“Mum, you are the best,” he whispered, and slowly moved his tongue into my open mouth. I kissed him back with increasing ardour, sucking on his tongue and biting it gently. The taste of his sweet saliva was like an aphrodisiac on my tongue.

“Mmmmm….” he moaned and hugged me closer to him. I could feel his erection rubbing against my stomach, as his hands began to roam over my backside. “Mum, my cock is so hard, I feel like I am going to explode any moment.”

“Yes, I know. I can feel it throbbing against me. But right now, I have to go.”

I quickly disengaged form his embrace. “What I want to do now is to take a bath. Why don’t you rustle up something simple for dinner while I finish my bath? After dinner, I shall let you make love to me in my bed. Yes, my dear son, you are going to fuck me in my bed. Tonight, you shall become the man of the house!”

Mark’s eyes lit up with excitement. “You really mean that, Mum? Go ahead and take your bath. I shall organise dinner. I will make a salad, and chill a bottle of wine as well.”

“Sounds good, honey. You sure know how to seduce a lady,” I replied.

Once Mark left the bedroom, I quickly stripped off my clothes, and got into the bathtub for a relaxing soak. Settling into the hot water, my mind went over the events of the past twelve hours. What an amazing day it had been! Last night, I was just another single mother, taking care of her teenage son. And tonight, I was a wanton, i****tuous mother who had made love to her son in a cinema theatre.

Strangely, I did not experience any feelings of guilt. Rather, I felt quite excited about what was going to happen.

I lay in the bath for a while, thinking about how to handle the situation. I knew that in the long run, I would not be able to continue what I had started. It was too dangerous, and would lead to unwelcome consequences. But stopping it right now was an option that my mind did not accept. I had been sexually awakened after a long time, and I was hungry for more. Also, stopping it abruptly might have bad emotional consequences for Mark. He could think I was rejecting him. I did not want to saddle him with the burden of guilt. As the warm water relaxed me, my thoughts became more coherent, and I decided that I would speak to Mark about it tomorrow morning. Tonight, I was going to make love to my son.

When I came down to the kitchen, dinner was ready. There was a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket, a large bowl of salad, and some bread in a wicker basket.

Mark pulled the chair for me to sit down. My heart almost melted.

“Oh! Mark. This is so sweet of you. It has been years since someone has been so thoughtful to me.” I kissed his cheek and sat down.

“I hope everything is to my lady’s liking,” he said while filling my glass with wine.

I took a sip of the wine. It was a Chablis. “Mmmmm… so far so good,” I replied, responding to the mood he had created. “Please serve me the salad as well.”

The salad was excellent. Chunks of grilled chicken breast tossed together with arugula, radicchio and tomato in a warm vinaigrette dressing. The garlic bread had been warmed in the oven and was a perfect accompaniment to the salad.

Dinner was a cosy, intimate affair. We were both hungry, and quickly finished off the salad. When we were done, I got up to clear the plates; but Mark stopped me. “No mum, leave it to me. Tonight you don’t do any work. Why don’t you go sit down? I will be with you in a moment.”

I carried my glass of wine with me into the living room, and sat down on the sofa. The wine was creating a nice warm sensation in me, and I felt completely at peace with the world. Things just couldn’t get any better I thought.

A few minutes later, Mark joined me. He held out a plate with two forks and a large piece of chocolate cake. “It’s dessert time,” he announced, plonking down on the sofa next to me.

I turned to him and kissed him full on the lips. It was a kiss full with promise and desire. A kiss that hinted of pleasures to come, a kiss with the salacious possibilities of the night ahead.

We ate the cake in silence, savouring the rich dark chocolate, and occasionally feeding each other. Mark put his arm around me, drawing me closer to his body, his hand grazing the side of my breast. I was getting moist, and my lower abdomen was suffused with a warm glow. I snuggled up closer to my son and rested my head on his shoulder, feeling comfortable and mellow.

“Mark, this moment is perfect, isn’t it. I wish this night could last forever.”

“Yeah, mum. I feel so happy and contented. I love you very, very much and would do anything to make you feel happy.”

“Yes, I know that baby. No one could ask for a better son than you.

I think I am the most fortunate mother in the whole world. Now let us go to my bedroom, and make love. I cannot wait any further. Take me upstairs Marky, and make me your woman.”

Mark got up and pulled me by the hand up from the sofa. He took me and put his arm around my waist and we slowly walked up the stairs. One hand was under my lower back and I could feel his fingers stroking the cleft between my arse cheeks through the thin fabric of my nighty.

“Oh mum,” he whispered. “I love you so much that it hurts.”

What followed was a night of the most intense sex I have ever experienced. Mark was a natural at the art of love making. Almost instinctively, he knew what a woman wanted. He knew when to be tender and gentle, and when to be aggressive and rough. At times, he would cover my entire body with the tenderest of kisses, his tongue probing and touching me in places where I had never been touched before. At other times, he was firm and demanding, as though he knew what he wanted, almost to the point of being rough. Sometimes, he mewled and moaned like a baby, suckling on my breasts or burrowing his face between my legs, seeking my hidden nectar. Or he growled from deep within his throat, the lusty roar of an a****l seeking to rut with his mate. His magnificent young cock was like a stallion, proud, erect and unflagging. And my pussy was a raging river of molten lava, wet and overflowing with my güvenilir bahis siteleri love juices. Soon, the room was filled with the wet slurping noises of raw sex, as my young son filled my cunt with his rampant young cock and fucked me mercilessly.

I don’t know how many times I must have climaxed that night. It seemed that I was in the throes of one long orgasm that never seemed to end. I was riding the crest of a thunderous wave of pleasure that seemed to go on and on. Finally, around midnight, we both fell back, completely exhausted, but satisfied. The sheets were wet with perspiration and my thighs and lower abdomen were sticky with the combined juices of our lovemaking. We were both drained by the sheer energy of the sex we had, and I held Mark in my arms as we both drifted off to sleep.

It must have been early dawn when I woke up to the erotic feel of someone kissing the lips of my vagina. At first I thought I was having an erotic dream. But when I opened my eyes, I saw my son lying between my open legs, with his head buried in my crotch. He was gently licking me; first the insides of my inner thighs and then the outer lips of my cunt. It was incredibly arousing and I could feel my juices bubbling up. The feeling was wonderful.

Suddenly I remembered last night’s love making. My pussy was still sticky and messy with our juices.

“ Marky, stop please. I haven’t cleaned up after last night,” I muttered weakly, one part of my mind not wanting him to stop what he was doing.

In reply, Mark just mumbled something into my cunt, and burrowed down deeper, pushing his tongue deeper into my hole. His hands gripped my legs firmly and pushed them wide apart as he began to suck thick globs of cum out of me. With wide, flat strokes he licked my thick labial lips, biting them gently to set off ripples of pleasure from deep within me. My sopping wet vagina was pulsing with need.

“Ooooh God, Mark,” I moaned. “Eat me, my darling son, eat me. Eat your mummy to your heart’s desire.”

Mark let out a sigh of contentment as he moved his mouth over my wet swollen lips. His mouth opened and clamped over my vagina as his tongue delved once again into the deep recesses of my hole. I could feel him applying a sucking motion to draw out all the juices from inside my frothing cunt.

Wet, slurping noises punctuated the air as Mark sucked and swallowed the juices from my vagina. I was cumming profusely, and my vaginal area felt on fire. Suddenly he lifted his head higher and began to flick his tongue over my enlarged clit.

I felt a bolt of electricity shoot through my body. “OH SWEET GOD IN HEAVEN,” I shouted as I raised my legs and wrapped them around Mark’s head. “Oh dear son, keep doing that. It feels sooooooo gooood.”

Mark began to move his head rapidly from one side to the other, brushing his tongue rapidly over my pulsing clit. I felt a roaring sound in my head. It was as if a thousand waterfalls were cascading over me, drenching me with pleasure.

“Oh God, Oh God,” I cried out as my body shuddered in pleasure. “Steve, I am almost there. I am ready. YES, YES………. Eat meeeeee baby.

EAT MEEEE. EAT YOUR MUMMY. Oh yes, I am goooooing to……….. YES….. I AM CUUUMMMIIINGGG….”

With a last shuddering thrust of my hips, I climaxed into my son’s face. Steve held on to my convulsing body, and gently caressed me as my shaking body slowly returned to a state of normalcy. I stroked my fingers through his damp hair as I slowly loosened my grip on his head and opened my legs, allowing him to pull his face from my steamy crotch.

Mark looked up at me, a happy contented smile on his face. “Was it as good for you, as it was for me, mom?” he asked mischievously.

I opened my arms and drew him to me. “Come here, and give me a kiss you naughty boy,” I ordered as he bent down to meet my mouth. His face was completely slick with juices. I licked his cheeks, his chin, his eyes, his forehead before finally coming to his lips.

“Oh my son, I love you very much,” I whispered, as he opened his mouth and kissed me lovingly.

“I too love you, mum.”

We lay like that for a few minutes, just caressing each other, and savouring the afterglow of the wonderfully intimate experience that we had just shared. The sky had turned a delicate shade of orange, and through my open windows, I could see the morning sun beginning to rise on the horizon. Gradually, the sky turned from orange to a golden hue, and filled the room with a warm glow.

Slowly, our intimate caresses turned into more ardent ones, hands exploring and lips seeking. I could feel passion building up inside me. Mark also began stirring with desire. His kisses became more urgent, and his thick cock began prodding me.

I quickly turned Mark over on his back and sat on his chest, my sodden pussy lips splayed open to his eyes. I rose up on my haunches and began to rub my wet pussy lips over his nipples till they were slick with my juices. I loved the feel of my sensitive lips over the hard nub of his nipples.

I moved further down his body, leaving a wet trail of slick over his stomach. I rubbed my throbbing labial lips over his cock, smearing his cock with my wetness. My clitoris was hard and erect, and as it rubbed over his hard shaft, the feeling was indescribable. I was coming copiously and I could feel the wetness spreading over both of us.

By now Mark was moaning with pleasure, his eyes closed shut, and tongue moving over his lips. I slowly bent my head down and began to suck on his nipples. I could taste myself, sharp and tangy. I drew his nipples into my mouth and suckled them. While I suckled on one nipple, I would hold the other between my thumb and forefinger and gently rolling and pinching it.

“Oh God, mum, that feels incredible. Pinch my nipples harder. Hurt me.”

As I pinched his nipples harder, I kissed Mark on his lips, wetting his lips with my tongue. I opened my mouth and allowed my sweet saliva to drip down onto his parched lips, and then sucked his lips fully into my mouth. I kissed his eyes, and the space between his eyebrows. I gently turned his face to one side and ran the tip of my tongue into his ear, laving his earlobe with my saliva.

“Oh God, mum. You are amazing. That feels fantastic,” he mumbled, as I continued to wriggle the tip of my tongue inside his ear. I could feel goose bumps rising all over his body, as kept writhing with pleasure.

Mark had now worked himself into a feverish state of excitement. He was almost senseless with pleasure; his eyes closed and his breathing ragged. I quickly moved down and placed myself between his legs. Mark’s young cock was now fully erect, pre-cum leaking continuously from its tip. I lay my face gently on his thigh, gazing lovingly at his throbbing erection. In a matter of a day, my son’s cock had become an object of worship for me

I began to rub the pre-cum over my son’s rampant young cock. His cock was slippery and soon the slick juice worked itself up into a nice creamy froth. I slowly peeled back the foreskin to reveal the purple head of his cock. As I began to slide my hands up and down his cock ring, a thick drop of clear, viscous liquid bubbled up and dribbled down from the slit on the swollen head of his cock. I dipped my head down, and slowly caught it on the tip of my tongue. It was not as thick and creamy as his sperm. Lighter, with a lemony, salty tang. I loved the taste. It was wonderful.

I had always loved the taste of a man’s cum. There is something very intimate about burying your face in your lover’s crotch; his curly pubic hair rubbing against your lips as his cock spouted honeyed cream into your mouth – thick and viscous, rich and creamy, sliding down your throat like an offering from the God of Love. I loved the slippery feel of sperm, its gooey texture, its musky smell and its sharp taste.

But this was different. This was much more special. This was my son’s cum. It was my own precious son’s cream that I was lusting after. The very thought made me giddy with passion. Without wasting any further time, I took Mark’s cock into my open mouth. I had to fulfil my tremendous urge to drink his juices. I wanted him to cum in my mouth and to fill me with his sweet young, cum.

I slowly began to lick the swollen head of his penis, my hands caressing his thick and heavy balls. I spread his thighs far apart and began to lick the underside of his balls, tickling the narrow strip of flesh between his balls and his anal hole.

Mark was now writhing with pleasure. I could see that he was getting practically mad with desire. “Oh God, Mum. MUM. What are you doing to me?” he mumbled incoherently.

His moans of pleasure started getting louder as I took his balls into my mouth, coating them with my sweet saliva. I rolled the sacs around in my mouth, applying a gentle suction with my lips.

Mark began thrashing on the bed, his hips shifting off the bed in response to my movements. By now his juice was bubbling up and running down his shaft into my mouth. I kept lapping it up, as I swirled my tongue up and down the length of his throbbing penis. The taste was incredible. I wanted more. I took his cock into my mouth, sucking hard on the head, rubbing the tip o my tongue along the sensitive area where the head and the shaft met.

“Mummmmmmmm….” Mark cried out.

I felt his body tensing under me. His thighs began to quiver, and his body arched up from the bed. I knew he was reaching the point of no return.


I could almost feel his sperm travelling up his cock as he began to thrash around on the bed. With a mighty roar he finally erupted, filling my mouth with his juice. The first blast hit the back of my throat, and before I could swallow it completely, the second volley poured in, overflowing from the corners of my mouth and dripping down my chin to his balls. His sperm was thick and slightly salty. It tasted fresh, not bitter. I sucked hard as his cock convulsed a few more times in my mouth.

“Baby. Your sperm tastes so sweet. Almost like honey. I want to drink it all.”

Suddenly, my own cunt started throbbing. I felt an indescribable glow suffusing my lower belly, and I squeezed my legs together as an orgasm washed over me, leaving me trembling with pleasure.

I continued to suck Mark for a few more minutes till I was sure that there was no more cum left in his balls, and he was completely drained. Licking the last few drops of sperm that were still clinging to my lips I got up from the bed.

“Now, isn’t that a lovely way to wake up in the morning, my darling son?”

“Sure is mum. I wish we could do it every day,” Mark replied, as he got up and picked up his clothes. “I guess, I better have a bath and get ready. I have school football match this morning.” He kissed me once more and left the room.

I got up from my bed and stretched languorously. I realised that in the past twenty four hours I had experienced more sex than I had had in the past several years. My whole body was tingling with pleasure and I was feeling completely satiated. I could almost sense the endorphins that were flooding through my system, suffusing my entire body with feelings of well being. “Oh God,” I said to myself. “Thank you for making me so happy.”

My body was wet and sticky with the juices of our lovemaking. There were thick gobs of cum on my thighs and chin and my crotch was literally a swamp. I could feel my juices dripping into the crack of my buttocks as I bent down to strip the sheets and replace them with fresh, clean bed linen.

By the time I was done with making up the bed and finishing my bath, Mark had the coffee ready. I could smell the aroma of the fresh as I began dressing. I decided to wear some of the new lingerie we had purchased yesterday. I chose a lavender coloured thong, with a wide band of lace on the top and a satin gusset. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. It was just right for my mood. Barely covered my pussy hair, and accentuated my arse perfectly. I wore a matching bra, a pair of shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt to complete my outfit.

Hearing me come down, Mark drew me a mug of coffee. It was exactly what I needed; strong and black with one sugar. There was also a jug of orange juice, and some croissants and butter and jam laid out on the table. I sighed. This boy was so thoughtful!

“Darling, one day, you are gonna make some woman very, very happy.”

“I thought I was already making a wonderful woman very very happy.”

“Of course, you have, darling. I am just complimenting you on your impeccable manners. You are a very sweet young man.” I hugged him and gave a kiss on his cheek as I sat down.

“Mark, darling. I need to talk to you about what is happening between us. Sit down and listen to me carefully.”

Mar sat down at the kitchen table, his face wrinkling up in consternation. “Mum, please don’t tell me that we have to stop what we started. Please say it is okay for us to continue what we are doing.”

“Marky, baby. Look at me. What we are doing is not right. A mother cannot fuck her own son, or allow him to eat her pussy, or do any of the things we have been doing. But at the same time, I have totally enjoyed our love making; I am relishing every single moment of our relationship. You have aroused passions in me that were lying dormant for so many years.”

My voice cracked, and my eyes filled with tears. “Darling, you make me feel wanted and loved. I feel so young; as though I have rediscovered the romance of love. I desperately want to continue making love to you. So, you can see the dilemma I am in.”

Mark got up from his chair rushed to my side, and held me in his arms. “Don’t cry mum. I don’t want you to feel guilty over what I have done.”

“No, no darling. Please don’t say that. I am the one who has behaved irresponsibly. I should never have encouraged you. I am the one who should feel guilty.”

“If you think what we are doing is wrong, let us stop right now. I don’t want to hurt you. Ever.”

“Sweetheart, we cannot stop what we have started. That is the last thing I want to do. What is going to cause more hurt is for me to pretend that this never happened. I cannot do that. Also, I want to make love to you again and again till I completely get over the passion of being with you.”

“So, what do we do, mum?”

“I have decided that we will continue to be lovers for. You will leave me one day and go away to college and begin a new life. By that time, I am sure we will figure out a way to deal with things.”

I looked at my son. His blue eyes were filled with concern. “Is that really what you want to do mum?”

“Yes, darling. That’s what I want to do. I want to be your lover; a mother who is madly and passionately in love with her son, a mum who wants to be ravished by her son. Would you like that?”

“Would I, Mum? What kind of a question is that. Nothing would give greater joy than to be your lover.” He kissed me tenderly on my lips. “I wish every son was as lucky as me to get such a wonderful mother. You truly are an incredible mum.”

Suddenly the tension in the room evaporated. It was as if we had found the solution that both of us were desperately seeking. Even though we both knew what we were doing was wrong and illicit, I knew that in our heart of hearts, this was the answer we wanted.

We sat quietly for a few minutes, drinking our coffee and just gazing at each other. Words were not needed. This was a time for silence, a time to reflect over what we had just discussed. I could feel that Mark was still a bit confused.

I reached across the table and took his hands in mine. “Darling, don’t worry. Everything is going to be all right. C’mon, now. Let us finish our breakfast.”

After last night’s exertions we were both hungry, and in no time we finished off everything on the table.

“What are your plans for the day, darling,” I asked Mark, while clearing the table. “You had mentioned something about a football at the school this morning.”

“Yes, our football manager has called the team in for a strategy session this morning. Next weekend we have a few important away games, and he wants to prep us up. I should be back early in the afternoon. And I forgot to mention to you that Sandra is going to come around in a short while. Her parents are out of town, and she asked me whether she could hang around with me today.”

“Isn’t she the girl you have been making out with? The one who has been teasing and tormenting you?”

“Yeah, she is the one. You know what she did last week? She was there at our football practice, cheering us on from the stands. After practice, I went over to talk to her, and without anyone else noticing it, she lifted her tiny skirt and flashed me. She wasn’t wearing knickers. She had taken them off!”

“She seems like a very naughty girl. I like her spirit. It is a lot of fun teasing horny young boys.”

“Each and every time I am with her, I walk away with a huge boner.”

“Perhaps, she is telling you subtly that she is ready to go the next stage. Maybe she wants you to proceed further.”

“Anyway, mum,” Mark replied. “Today, she is not going to get too far with teasing me or flashing her sexy bits at me. I have a few plans for her myself.” He winked at me in a knowing manner.

“I guess my son has turned into a young man overnight. You suddenly seem very confident.”

“I suppose I have had a very good teacher,” he quipped back.

“Touché,” I pouted teasingly. I could see his erection peeking through the leg of his shorts. He was not wearing any underwear. I decided to tease him further. “If you leave me alone and go off for your match, what will I do if I need this?” I asked, putting my hands on his crotch and caressing his erection.

“You will have to wait till the evening.”

“I cannot wait till then, darling. I want it now. Right here.” I moved closer and began to rub my arse against his erection.

Mark hugged me close to him, and put his hands around my stomach from behind. He kneaded my breasts with his strong and tender hands. “Oh mum,” he whispered, snuggling his face into the nape of my neck. “You smell wonderful.”

I settled back into him as he ground his hard cock into the crack of my arse. I could feel the thin strip of fabric of my thong drawing taut across my labial lips. His breath was like a warm breeze caressing my neck. He nibbled my ears gently.

“Mark, baby.” My voice was barely a whisper. “Tease my nipples. Play with them,” I implored.

His hands moved under my tee shirt. He pushed the silken cups of my bra over my breasts and ran the palms of his hands over my nipples, grazing them with his tender touch.

“Oh, darling,” I cried out. “That feels incredible. Please squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples sweetie.”

In response to my fevered plea, Mark began to squeeze my breasts and pinch my erect nipples. He rolled the hard nubs of flesh between his thumb and forefinger, bruising them and occasionally pressing the nail of his forefinger into the flesh.

My senses were on fire and I began to moan with pleasure. “Honey, I want you to fuck me. Please take me. Right here, right now.” I disengaged from his embrace, and bent down, putting my hands on the kitchen counter. I looked back at him. “Pull down my shorts, and take me from behind.”

Mark quickly pulled my shorts down to my ankles, and began to tug down my knickers.

“No, leave the knickers on,” I whispered. “Just pull the gusset to one side and put your cock inside.”

With a grunt, Mark pulled his shorts down to his knees, and in one fluid movement skewered me from behind. I was so wet that his cock slid in right to the hilt, and I could feel the tip of his cock right against my womb.

“Oh sweet Jesus,” Mark mumbled. “Your pussy is so wet and smooth, mum.”

I could feel the veins in my son’s penis throb inside the walls of my vagina. For a few moments, I remained still, savouring the incredibly full feeling of my son’s cock inside my cunt. His smooth balls were flush against the smooth cheeks of my arse, and I could feel the heat emanating from him as he bent over me, grunting with pleasure.

“Darling……. Your cock is so hard. It feels soooooo gooood inside me. My dear son, fuck your mother….. fuck me like I have never been fucked before.”

Hearing my cries, Mark slowly started moving his body, holding me by the hips for greater purchase as I steadied my hold on the kitchen counter.

“Oh yes, oh yeah, darling. That’s the way to fuck your mother. She needs your hard cock to fill her up completely,” I yelled as I spread my legs wider for my son.

Soon we got a steady rhythm going, with me pushing my arse back each time my son thrust his cock into my wet hairy pussy. We were both groaning with pleasure. I was so wet and slick with juices that suddenly his cock slipped out of my pussy and slapped wetly against my thighs.

“No,” I cried out in disappointment, before I realised what had happened. “Don’t take it out, please. Darling, I want your cock inside me.”

With a wild roar, Mark put his hands between my thighs and grabbed his pulsing cock and centred it on my wet hole, and slammed it home with a satisfied grunt.

“Oh yes,” I responded. “That’s much better sweetie. Fuck me faster, baby boy.”

“Is this the way you want me to fuck you, mum?” Mark asked, plunging his cock deeper into the warm wetness of my hole.

“Mmmmmm….,” I replied. My thoughts were getting incoherent with pleasure and I was finding it difficult to talk.

“Does my mother like what her son is doing to her?” Mark teased me, slowly drawing his cock out of my pussy and holding it there for a few seconds before plunging it back in with a loud growl.

“Oh God, Marky…. Don’t tease your mother,” I whimpered. “Please fuck me baby.” I thrust my arse back at him, trying to pull him deeper into my pulsing pussy.

Grabbing me firmly by the hips, Mark began to saw in and out of my pussy with firm strokes. His penis swelled inside my vagina, setting off ripples of pleasure throughout my body. Rapidly, he began to plunge deep into me, and I could feel my cunt juices splattering over his balls. The room was filled with wet slapping noises as his balls slammed against my buttocks.

God, I felt so depraved. “Oh my dear son, I love you so much,” I cried out, as my body started convulsing with desire and pleasure.

“Oh mum, I love you too. I love you with all my heart,” Mark shouted out and pushed his hips forcefully into me, driving his cock deeper into my womb, almost hitting my cervix with the throbbing head of his cock. His violent thrusts were unleashing torrents of pleasure inside me.

“OHHHH…. MARK….. I am goin….. going to CUMMMMM. BABY…….. YES…YESSSSS….” I screamed as I began to climax.

“Here it comes mum,” my son moaned. “I am CUUMMMINNG…” With a feral scream, he thrust deep into me, and I could feel the bulbous head of his cock expand inside my vagina as he unloaded his hot sperm into my womb. I could feel the creamy ropes of semen spurt into me, washing the insides of my vaginal walls, scalding me with pleasure.

For a few minutes, we remained as were, savouring the afterglow of the wonderful sex we just had. Mark’s cock had not softened completely, and it was semi-hard inside my pussy, still throbbing gently. I began to squeeze my vaginal muscles, applying a gentle pressure on his shaft.

“Don’t mum. Please don’t get me started again. I have to be off for my match at school. If I am not on time, Coach will chew my ears off.”

Reluctantly, I disengaged from him. His thick cock plopped out of my hairy cunt with slurping noise, leaving a wet trail of semen across my buttocks. I could feel a stream of thick viscous cum seeping out from my pussy. I quickly pushed the gusset of my knickers back into place, and squeezed my vaginal lips together to keep the juices from flowing out completely. I wanted to retain my son’s sperm inside my pussy, walk around with it the whole day, as a reminder of the sex we had just had.

In spite of my best efforts, my thong became completely wet in a few minutes, the leaking juices fully soaking through the thin fabric of the skimpy garment.

As Mark went upstairs to change his clothes and leave for his school match, I pulled up my shorts and adjusted my bra and tee shirt. My head was still buzzing with the force of the orgasm I had experienced.

My legs were still unsteady as I walked to the front door to see Mark off. He gave me a quick peck on my cheek and reminded me about his girl friend.

“Mum, don’t forget Sandra will be here shortly. Please spend time with her till I come back.”

“Don’t you worry about that, baby. I sure we girls will find something to keep us occupied. Actually, I am looking forward to meeting this young girl who has been teasing you so much.”

As Mark left the house, he gave me a final hug and whispered naughtily into my ears, “When I come back, mum, we got to continue where we left off.”

I closed the door and returned to the dining room. It was an erotic sensation to be walking around with my underwear soaked through with my son’s cum. My mind was filled with lascivious thoughts and I felt wicked and naughty.

I poured myself a glass of orange juice, and sat down on the sofa, savouring the afterglow of my thunderous orgasm. My crotch felt damp, and when I squeezed my legs together, I could feel my son’s sperm squishing inside me. It was a deliciously slutty feeling.

I was amazed at the change that had come over me within the past one day. I wondered whether I had become a new person, or whether I was re-discovering the real me after so many years. It seemed as though the events of the last twenty four hours had unleashed a carnal b**st from within me; someone who just wanted to enjoy down and dirty sex; someone whose appetite for sexual pleasures knew no bounds.

I was lost in my thoughts, when the doorbell rang. “That must be Sandra,” I said to myself.

When I opened the door, I saw a stunningly beautiful brunette standing before me. She had a lovely face, with large lustrous eyes, full lips, and lush brown hair that was attractively styled. She was dressed simply in a pair of figure hugging denim shorts and a plain white tee shirt.

“Hi, Mrs. Evans, I am Sandra. Mark must have told you to expect me.”

“Oh, hi, Sandra. Do come in. It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you. I have been hearing a lot about you from Mark.”

“Uh oh,” her voice tinkled with laughter. “That sounds ominous, Mrs. Evans. What has he been talking about me, in particular?”

“Well, he talks about you a lot. I guess he has a crush on you, and now know why. You are a very attractive young woman, Sandra.”

I could see Sandra blushing at the compliment. “Oh, thank you, Mrs. Evans.”

“No, I really mean it. You are indeed, quite pretty. I can see why anyone would be attracted to you. And please call me Helen. Mrs. Evans sounds so formal. And yes, he also tells me that you tease him a lot! I suspect he rather likes that.”

Sandra’s face turned pink with embarrassment. “It is just some fun that I have with him, Mrs Eva……. errrr… Helen. I like to see him fumbling and fidgeting when I tease him.”

“I can well imagine that. It is a lot of fun for us girls to tease men, isn’t it? I used to do it a lot when I was your age.”

We walked out into the patio overlooking the pool at the back of the house.

“You have a lovely house, Helen. And so well appointed,” Sandra remarked. “You have impeccable taste.”

“Oh, thank you dear.”

“Mark will be back in a couple of hours, and we will have lunch when he returns,” I said.

“Thank you,” Sandra replied.
We chatted about all sorts of things wail we waited for Mark to return.
Every time I thought about Mark and Sandra, I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter with jealousy.

By the time I had laid the table for lunch Mark came back from his match meeting.

“Wow that sure smells good, mum. What have you made for lunch? And where is Sandra? What did you girls do when I was away? Did you have a good time” He gave me a big hug, kissing me on my lips.”

“Whoa, whoa, big fella. Take it easy. To answer your questions one by one, we are having lasagne for lunch; Sandra is in the garden; and yes, we had a lovely time. Now go and get her before the lunch gets cold.”

Lunch was a cosy affair, full of banter and easy talk. I listened to Mark and Sandra talk excitedly about their forthcoming plans for the school holidays.

After lunch, I announced that I was going off for a nap. “Look here, I am off for my beauty sleep. You two can keep yourselves occupied.”

When Sandra turned away to clear the plates, I mouthed silently to Mark, “She is a hottie. Have fun.”

“Thanks for lunch Helen,
I had a lovely time. Mark is lucky to have such a mother.

I gave her a kiss on her cheek, and walked back to my bedroom. I closed my door, and lay down on my bed. My head was reeling with confusion. The girl was sending me the kind of signals that no woman had sent me before. And I was getting aroused. There was no question about that. I found her attractive and desirable.

With these confused thoughts in my head, I slowly drifted off to sleep. In my sleep, I kept dreaming of beautiful young women with smooth hairless vaginas. I was kissing them and licking the fragrant juices that were dripping down their slick thighs. The women in my dream kept asking me, “You want to eat my smooth cunt, don’t you? You love the fresh taste of pussy on your tongue, isn’t it?” And then the women all turned into Sandra.

I awoke with a start. I was moaning in my sleep, “Yes Sandra, yes. I want to eat you. I want to taste your young pussy juice.” My right hand was inside my knickers, caressing the lips of my vagina.

Suddenly I heard noises. Loud moaning noises. Noises of pleasure. I got up from my bed and opened my door. The noises were coming from down the hallway, from Mark’s room.

“Yes, Mark, Lick my cunt. Eat me, eat me. That feels so good.” It was Sandra’s voice, and she was moaning with pleasure.

I slowly crept up to Mark’s room. I felt like a dirty voyeur. But I could not help myself. Sandra’s moans were irresistible and I had to see more. I went up to the door. It was partially open, and I could see what was happening inside.

Sandra was lying on Mark’s bed, completely naked. Her young golden body was bathed in perspiration. Her legs were splayed wide open, thighs gleaming with wetness, and Mark had his head buried in her wet crotch.

“Oh my God, Mark. What has suddenly happened to you? Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?”

My son did not reply. He just burrowed his face deeper into his girlfriend’s cunt, making mumbling noises as he licked her juices.

“Yeah lick me,” she cried out. I could see my son spreading open the outer lips of her vagina and pushing the tip of his tongue into her hole.

I crept closer to the door to see better. The noises coming from inside the room were making my head giddy with desire. My right hand crept under the waistband of my sweat pants, and descended lower, cupping my moist, humid vaginal mound. The heat emanating from my crotch was unbelievable. I slowly caressed my hairy pussy, my fingers moving over the wet fabric of my
knickers . I gently ran my index finger up and down the indentation of my vaginal lips, working the slippery gusset into my gash. It felt soooooo incredibly nice.

Sandra was thrashing on the bed now. She had worked herself up into a feverish pitch of excitement, and was mewling loudly with pleasure.

While Mark was eating her out, her hands were clamped over her breasts, kneading them incessantly. Her young nipples were hard and erect, sticking out proudly from her wine red aureoles. With her fingers she was squeezing and pinching her nipples, pulling at them with passion.

Suddenly, Mark lifted both her legs up, pushing her lower back up from the bed so that face was flush with her cunt hole. He began to gently blow his breath on her hole

“OH GOOD,” Sandra screamed. “What the fuck are you doing?”

I almost screamed in unison with her. At was as if I could feel the warm, moist breath myself. My lips were getting dry with the anticipation of what was to follow, and I plunged my index finger deeper into my hole, burying the gusset of my knickers almost completely inside my cunt.

Mark was now gently licking Sandra’s cunt, laving it with his saliva. I could see the tip of his tongue stabbing at the entrance to her wet smooth cunt, seeking a way inside the forbidden hole.

Sandra was now bucking like a wild horse and screaming herself insensible with pleasure. She was gripping Mark’s head in her hands as she ground her crotch closer into his face.

I knew she was getting close to an earth shattering climax. I too increased the speed with which I moved my fingers moved inside my pussy.

“YES….. YESSSSS…. YESSSSSSSSS,” Sandra started wailing with pleasure. It was one long moan, an almost never ending scream of pure, carnal lust.


With one final groan, she clamped her legs around Mark’s head and climaxed loudly. “OH MY GODDDDDD… OH MY GODDDD.”

Hearing the pretty young girl going senseless with pleasure, I too was fast approaching my peak. My fingers moved rapidly and I could feel my juice spattering on my hand. Suddenly, my entire body went stiff as a climax began to rush through me, my legs buckling under the impact of the orgasm. For a few minutes, I leaned against the doorway as wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over me.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the two young lovers lying spent on Mark’s bed. Sandra was lying with her legs spread wide open, her hands gently caressing Mark’s head which was resting on her thighs.

It was one of the most erotic and loving sights that I had ever witnessed. Mark was tenderly kissing Sandra’s thighs, and she was cooing sweet nothings to him. I felt like a stranger intruding into the young lovers’ paradise. But I could not help myself. I looked on for a few minutes, feeling happy that at least vicariously, I had been a part of this wonderful sexual union.

Suddenly, Sandra lifted her head up, and her gaze shifted to the partially open door. It was so sudden that I did not have the time to move away. My face grew red with embarrassment as she saw me looking at them, my hands buried inside my sweatpants. I did not know how to react.

However, Sandra just smiled at me. It was a smile of understanding; an intimate smile between two women.

I took my hand out of my sweatpants. And I smiled back at her. I drifted of to my bedroom, thinking what a lovely sight.

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