I laughed softly. “Yes, Peter, when your dad was around, we made love pretty often on this bed. He looked a lot like you do now. I’d open my legs really wide and let him come up and lick my pussy until I came, then stuff his cock inside me until we both came!”
“Man!” Peter said, staring at me and then the bed.
“And now I’d like to invite you up on my bed where I’ll open my legs to you. Sound good?”
I got up on the bed on my knees, pulling Peter in close. We kissed and made out and I felt his hands on my breasts. He broke off, bent over, and spent time massaging and tweaking and licking and sucking my nipples.
“Mm, mm, mm,” I moaned.
I held his head close to my chest and watched his erection bounce as he moved from nipple to nipple.
“Ready to come up here?” I asked, laying down on my back and pulling Peter onto the bed.
“It’s a little strange,” Peter said, climbing up, “but it’s turning me on!”
“Oh, I can tell,” I said, urging him to put his dick back in my mouth.
He got on his knees and offered it to me. I sucked it in and started going up and down on it. Peter reached between my legs, and I felt his fingers on my pussy for the first time. It felt wonderful!
“You’re so wet, Mom,” he said.
“That’s what happens when a woman wants a man’s cock inside her!” I said. “Why don’t you get me even wetter by licking my pussy?”
Peter bent down and licked my tits, then kissed my stomach and even put his tongue into my bellybutton. He scooted down and climbed over my legs to put his head near my pussy. My hips already started to gyrate up and down, anticipating his tongue and lips.
I was so wet that my juices had dribbled down my inner thighs. Peter kissed and licked the liquid on his way up my legs.
“You taste good, Mom. A lot like Kat!”
“Hmm,” I said, holding the back of his head and helping him move up.
Peter’s eyes met mine. I could see him look lovingly up at me from over my bush. He moved up and kissed it and ran his nose through the hair before plunging down between my legs.
“Oh!” I cried as I felt his tongue touch my labia. “Mm, mm,” I moaned.
My hips moved up and down as his tongue explored me. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by my own son’s tongue in my slit!
“Stick a finger in me, Peter,” I said between breaths. “Oh yes!” I gasped as he entered my vagina. “Find my knob, Peter with your tongue. Suck on it. Like that. Like that, yes!”
I ran my fingers through his hair and moved up and down on his tongue, fucking it as I got closer to an orgasm.
He added a second finger into my cunt and began moving in and out quickly. He sucked on my clit, taking it in and out of his mouth like one of my nipples.
“Mm, mm, oh, mm, ah,” I moaned, holding his head against my crotch. “Oh, Peter, you’re going to make your mom cum. I’m going to cum. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
I felt a pressure in my belly and a buzzy feeling in my head. The world went kind of blank until a sudden release of that pressure and a burst of pleasure shot through me. My legs started bucking up and down and I could feel fresh juice flow from my pussy into Peter’s mouth.
“Ah, ah, AHHHHHH!” I cried as I came.
I pulled Peter up to kiss his lips and tongue as the orgasm subsided a bit. I tasted myself as we shared a wonderful French kiss.
I felt the head of Peter’s cock against my pussy lips.
“Feels like someone wants to come in,” I said, breaking off.
“I want to so bad!” Peter said.
“It’s time then,” I said. “Time to fuck your mother!”
Peter got up on his hands. I positioned him at my opening and spread some of my juices on his cock by moving him up and down in my slit.
“Oh, fuck that feels good!” Peter said, staring at what I was doing.
“Just wait!” I said and used my hand to insert him between my pussy lips.
I was ready, more than ready to receive him. I watched as he pushed his cock in further. I felt pressure as his dick expanded my pussy. Thrilling feelings moved up from my crotch the further inside me he went.
“I’m almost all the way in, Mom,” he said, looking up from his dick.
“One more push, Peter,” I said. “Come all the way inside!”
As the last inches of his cock entered me, and his body touched my clit, I lifted my hips in pleasure.
We held that way for a moment or two, drinking in the feeling and the new experience of mother and son oneness. We kissed, the start of a brand-new relationship.
“Fuck me, Peter,” I said and began to move my hips up and down.
He responded by pulling out some, then driving back in.
“Oh!” I cried out. “Oh!”
I watched his cock, slick with my juices, withdraw and plunge back into me. Each time he drove back in, I felt a surge of pleasure. His paced quickened and I held his butt cheeks to help him get in even deeper.
“Mm, mm, mm, oh, mm, ah, mm,” I groaned.
My breathing quickened and that buzzy feeling returned to my head. I felt Peter’s body push against my clit with every stroke of his cock. I never wanted it to end, to always have him in there, driving against me, making me feel such wonderful things.
“I’m going to cum, Mom!” Peter said suddenly.
“Do it!” I cried. “Cum inside me! I’m going to cum too!”
Peter drove himself inside and held his dick here. His face grimaced and he grunted loudly. “AH! Here I cum!”
I felt his cock get bigger and then pressure as he unloaded his white creamy cum into my pussy. That’s all it took to take me over the edge.
“Oh fuck! Ah, ah, ah, oh, AH!” I cried as I came, and my hips began bucking up and down on his dick.
I was awash in incredible feelings of pleasure. I was aware of Peter repeatedly clinching his dick and spurting more cum into my pussy. My hips jerked in spasms, slowing slightly as my orgasm passed, but leaving me overwhelmed and tingly.
Peter lowered himself and we kissed and kissed, his cock moving slightly in and out of my pussy.
Eventually he rolled off. His dick was softer, and I could see white dribbles coming out of the head. I sat up and leaned over his cock, putting it into my mouth and lapping up all the cum.
“You taste good too, Peter!” I said.
I put my fingers between my legs, scooping out the cum that drizzled out, licking it off my fingers.
“Mm,” I said. “Tasty!”
“Mom, you’re so naughty!” Peter said.
We got dressed after cuddling for a while. We fixed sandwiches for lunch and ate out on our deck by the pool.
“Do you feel okay about what we did, Mom?” Peter asked after finishing half of his sandwich.
“Why?” I asked. “Did something make you feel uncomfortable?”
“Not at all,” Peter said. “Maybe that’s the problem. I really enjoyed it! It’ not something I’d ever imagined I would have done with my mother on her bed, but it was awesome. I just wanted to make sure you felt okay.”
I put my hand on his knee. “It was wonderful,” I said. “A new beginning for us.”
“So … you’d want to do this again?” Peter asked.
“I sure would,” I said. “In fact, I was wondering if a little later you might want to join me in the shower.”
Peter eyebrows raised. “A shower with my mom? I’m in!”
After we cleaned up the dishes, I took Peter by the hand and led him back upstairs and into the master bathroom. I have a large, tiled shower which my husband I had used regularly, together. I was now going to enjoy a shower with someone else – my son!
We slowly undressed each other, taking time to kiss and lick parts like nipples and necks and lips and tongues.