I stopped laughing as I realized how handsome my son was. His broad chest and well muscles arms and legs made my pussy tingle. The already erect pole between his legs, pointing at the ceiling took that tingle and turned it into a pulsing current of orgasmic energy that raced around my body again and again.
I sat down on the bed next to my son who was stretched out with a big, boyish grin on his face. I placed a hand on his chest and slowly moved it around caressing him lovingly. “You are so handsome, son,” I sighed. I slid my hand down to his stomach and then into his curly pubic hair and around and under his cock to cup his balls which I caressed oh so carefully, drawing a happy gasp from him.
I moved my hand up and wrapped it around the base of his hard penis and added, “And you’re sooo big, Josh.” I giggled and said, “You’re so much bigger than your father!”
My son blushed and then laughed. “Really? You’re not just saying that, Mom?’
I shook my head. “I’ll never lie to you, son. You are huge compared to him.” Slowly, I stroked his shaft, ending by gently squeezing his cock head and smearing his pre-cum around. “I can’t wait to have you inside me, filling me up, stretching my pussy and cumming inside me.” As I talked, I continued to stroke my son.
“I can cum inside you, Mom, really?” Josh said in awe. “I don’t have to use a rubber?”
I giggled and said, “Oh no! I want to feel my son’s cock when I wrap my pussy around you, not latex!” I meant it too. I already had an appointment to see my doctor about resuming birth control pills. Even that seemed like too much part of me was experiencing a powerful yearning to mate with my one true love and make him a father.
I continued on, whispering descriptions of what lay in store for my son the adventures we’d have in the near future and how I could hardly wait. Finally, I could see Josh’s need in his eyes and felt it in the throbbing meat in my hands. “I’m gonna oh, Mom, I going to…”
“Cum for me baby,” I urged him. “Cum for Mommy!” Like Old Faithful, Josh obediently began to erupt. I had angled his cock slightly towards me and was rewarded with a tremendous spurt of semen that splashed across my face. I squealed with surprise and delight as his second spurt landed in my mouth and on my chin. The next few shots splattered across my chest and then he lost power and his last few strong ejaculations flowed out and over my stroking fist.
With my free hand, I wiped up dripping jism from my face and licking it off, managing to say between tastes, “Good shooting, honey! Waste not, want not!” I finished by licking the thick coat of his seed off my hand and then teased him after giving him a passionate goodnight kiss by leaning down and giving the head of his cock a kiss goodnight as well.
Thursday night, I again stroked him off after he brought home an ‘A-‘ on a Calculus quiz. I could see his old confidence returning as well as a growing excitement over our newly created relationship.
Friday, my son presented me with two test papers that he had made ‘A’s” on as well as another quiz with a ‘B’ grade. I let him chose when to get his rewards and later that night I knelt between my son’s legs and sucked him off with great satisfaction.
Sunday after church, I showed my son how long and sweet a blowjob could be after first jerking him off. His needs tempered, I sucked his cock for nearly an hour, lying between his wide-spread legs on my bed, making him squirm and moan and sweat until he was begging for mercy and he exploded with a massive load that I hungrily drank.
Weeks passed by and I saw the son that I so dearly loved return to me. His grades leapt upwards quickly and with each time that I stroked my son’s cock or went to my knees and lovingly sucked him off, I felt our bonds strengthen and become more than just mother and son. Our household was a happy one and we grew closer together than ever before.
The Friday before grade cards were sent out, my son walked triumphantly into the house and presented me with six tests with the lowest grade being a ’95’! I was especially pleased with his ‘100’ on his English exam, a note in Doris Henderson’s hand on it, saying only, “Only a mother can help a son do as well as Josh has done. Be proud of yourself, Corinne and enjoy!”
We spent most of the weekend in bed and I’d be lying if my jaws weren’t aching by Sunday evening. But I felt well fed on my son’s seed. I even dared finger myself while he watched and recovered from my oral pleasures. As a bonus reward for all his fine efforts, I masturbated and let Josh lick my pussy cream from my fingers, telling him it was another sneak preview of things to come.
Wednesday, report cards were mailed out and Josh was like a kid on Christmas Eve, barely able to contain himself. I was tempted to give him a bonus blow job to take the edge off, but instead naughtily insisted that he even refrain from masturbating that evening.
As I tucked him in, I told him, “Darling, I want you to save it. The first time you’re in me, I want to get flooded with your seed!” I kissed him goodnight and then as I had done since we had begun our new relationship, I kissed him on the head of his cock. That night I had worn the black corset and stockings again and I think that was his favorite outfit I’d not seen his cock flag all night. We both had a restless night I think. Come to think of it, I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve.
I saw Josh off to school the next day and then called out sick for the rest of the week. I had a suspicion that once my son and I made love, we might never stop. It was a warm day and had been steadily raining since early morning. There was an element of electricity to the air as if a storm were about to break wide open, even though no storms were in the forecast.
It seemed like many hours passed by as I watched from the living room window for the mailman, but it was only 9:30 when he strolled up the walk and deposited my mail. I hurried to retrieve it and tore open the envelope from Josh’s high school. I had been sure based on the grades and comments coming home what I would find, but still, looking at my son’s report card and seeing the six ‘A’s and one ‘B+’ made me almost cum in my panties.
I had had a vague idea of how I wanted to celebrate this with my son, how to make the first time with my child a special one, but suddenly, a fresh idea just occurred to me.
I went upstairs and showered. Naked, I went into my bedroom and selected a pair of high heels that I knew Josh liked not my ‘fuck me pumps’ or the stiletto heeled pair, but a pair of strap on high heels that my son had often complimented me on, even long before our relationship changed. Naked, wearing only the high heels, I went downstairs and from the hall closet I took my rain coat out. I put it on and studied myself in the mirror. It was a trench coat cut that ended a few inches above my knees. With the belt pulled closed, you couldn’t really tell that I was naked, although I was showing off a tremendous amount of leg and thigh and one would have to assume I was wearing a low cut blouse or sweater as you could see a good deal of my upper chest. As long as I didn’t bend over, I didn’t think anyone would know.