I sat up in bed and motioned for him to come towards me. He kissed his way slowly up my body. First he kissed just above my pussy. Several kisses later he was at my navel and working his way slowly towards my breasts. He kissed a few more times and now enveloped my left nipple with his lips. Meanwhile his right hand squeezed my other breast firmly. He flicked the nipple with his tongue and then sucked more. From there he moved over to the other breast and sucked my left nipple with the same reckless abandon. He sucked and licked and played with my breasts and nipples for what must’ve been five or ten minutes. All the while I laid back and watched with motherly love more so than anything.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed his cheeks slightly guiding him to the other side of the bed. He understood my motions and laid down. I quickly rotated. I lifted my left leg up and over so that I could straddle him. I was laying with my pussy pushing against his abdomen. My breasts were still heaving in my son’s face. He continued where he left off. I loved the sensation of him squeezing and kissing my breasts. But I knew I had to have more.
I slowly slid down more. I kissed him passionately. His tongue felt so wonderful as it parsed my lips and explored the inside of my mouth. He squeezed me tightly and we hugged as we continued to kiss. It felt so good and I could not get enough. The harder I held him, the more I wanted.
I stopped the kiss and sat up. I was straddling my son as he lay on the bed. I was looking down at him and was in a commanding position. I pushed down on my knees and started to rise to my feet on the bed. It allowed me to scoot back slightly and now I hovered above him. I reached down with my right hand and grabbed his hard cock. Nothing more was needed. It was a full erection and ready to enter me.
All the while I continued to look deeply into Brian’s eyes. We never looked away. I watched him closely as I grabbed his cock hard and slowly brought the tip to the entrance of my desperate vagina. I slid the tip up and down slightly but could not wait much longer. Our eyes remained locked. I slowly lowered myself on his penis, and within no time he was fully inside me.
Neither of us moved. It was amazing. It was the first time we were making love as mother and son with both of us knowing so. Last night when he entered me he had no idea he was returning to his mother’s womb. There was still so much confusion in my mind. It still seems taboo and wrong just a bit. That intensified the overall thrill, but last night there was definitely an aura of the forbidden.
I did not feel a sense of forbidden at all now with my son deep inside me. It felt so perfect. I cannot explain it. Many times when making love to Tom there is just a sense of perfect union. When the two of us are one. But now with my son and I now jointly making love for the first time, that sense of one was greater than I’ve ever experienced.
I raised up and back down again. The sensation of his penis moving within me that initially was overwhelming. I needed more. I lifted again only to quickly bring myself back down. His look was now changing and instead of looking at me lovingly there was pure ecstasy. My pace quickened. I began to lift again only to bring myself back down.
I dropped my feet down and now was on my knees. He was deeper in me than ever and I began to thrust my hips forward in order to get the full effect of his erect penis. At the same time I was able to drop closer to him. I felt more of his bare skin against mine which only exaggerated the continued shivers overtaking my body.
Now with every movement I made he brought his hips forward to meet them. We were now fucking each other with reckless abandon. The loving and slow, methodical aspect was gone. It was now primal. He was fucking me deep and hard. Each stroke took my breath away. So much so that for a brief second Brian thought he was hurting me. He hesitated slightly.
I didn’t want him to hesitate at all and told him so as an instant reaction.
“Fuck me, baby,” I blurted out instinctively.
In recent years as Tom and I have enhanced our lives with other partners I’ve learned that talking out loud and screaming what I want only enhances the way I feel. I should have been more conservative considering I was making love to my own son. But instinct and my recent practice took over before I could stop myself.
“Fuck mommy’s pussy,” I whispered forcefully to my son.
I worried that this might be too much. But he did exactly what I asked. He drove into me even harder. Immediately he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards him. I felt his hot breath with every pant as my face closed in on his. He kissed me deeply. Obviously my exclamations did not deter him.
Our kiss broke and I dropped my head beside his. He licked and kissed the side of my neck. As his tongue reached just behind my ear he triggered something within me. I knew I was close. Several more strokes and I started to come.
I lay motionless on top of him as he continued to kiss the side of my neck. All the while he continued to ram his cock deep within my pussy. The only motion now was my involuntary reactions from my orgasm. He realized what had happened and slowed his pace.
“Keep going,” I told him.
He instantly continued his pace and was now fucking me as fast as possible once again. The final wave of my orgasm rushed through me and I was alert once again. Although I wanted to just sleep, the other part of me was ready for more.
I pushed myself back up away from him and turned slightly to my side. He took my cue and started to move with me. In order to do so, his motions stopped. I rolled over on my left side with him behind me. He shifted onto his side as I raised my right leg. Within seconds he grabbed his cock and guided it back into my pussy.
Once again we were fucking like animals. He helped me hold my right leg up slightly as we lay on our sides. He continued to fuck me deep inside. I couldn’t believe we were still going. Tom never lasted this long. Yet Brian continued to enter me time and time again. He slowed his pace numerous times. Many times he practically stopped. During those times he kissed the back of my neck and he blew slowly in my ear. Yet then he would once again pick up the pace and continue to make love to me with quick rapid strokes.
The next time he slowed down, his penis left me. I felt so empty. I knew he would soon reenter but instead he pulled away. I worried, but not for long. After pulled out of me briefly I laid on my back. Brian quickly moved over to join me from above. Within seconds, his shaft was once again deep inside me. Now we were in the standard missionary lovemaking position. He was holding me close and looking at me deep into my eyes.
Just his looks and the feeling of his body pushed against mine was enough to nearly lead to another orgasm. I think he felt the same because his strokes were now becoming extremely rapid. I knew he was going to be coming.
“What should I do mom?” He asked breathlessly.
“It’s okay baby. Come inside me.” I reassured him. The fact that he thought about it enough to ask was overwhelming in and of itself.