Authors Note: This is my first exclusively Mother/son story so I’m interested in getting feedback from readers to whether or not I’m on the right track. All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older. Your votes and comments are greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance for reading my work.
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The cab ride to the hotel had me anxious and excited to see my son Jason. It had been months since he visited me at Thanksgiving with his girlfriend Margo but now I was feeling those familiar yet forbidden urges I’ve been having on account of this obsession with my son. And to think it was only four years ago that I began wanting my son, sexually that is. I can remember it like it had happened just moments ago; the first time I saw his cock fully erect.
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It had been a long, trying day at work and I just wanted to get outta there. Fortunately for me, some documents needed to be dropped off with one of our clients whose office just happened to be near my house, so I volunteered to play courier if it meant I could leave early. I delivered the paperwork and went home with visions of me in my bathtub, with a glass of wine and the mellow tunes of Rod Stewart soothing away my tensions. What I discovered at home was anything but peaceful.
I opened the door and found my son Jason standing behind his girlfriend Christy. She was kneeling on my couch with Jason’s cock sliding in and out of her. They were both naked as would be expected from two teenagers engaged in a sexual act and for a split second neither of them noticed me. I guess the door closing or my gasp got Jason’s attention. His eye bugged out and he jumped back from Christy, leaving her pretty little ass up in the air and all alone. It was then I got my first good look at my son’s gorgeous erect cock. It curved upward with a thick meaty shaft; veins protruding along its length. The head was bulbous and purple, oozing at the tip. The whole thing glistened with Christy’s juices and I was captivated.
Time stood still at that moment as the images, sounds and smells I was experiencing were burned into my memory. It was all so detailed. The look of shock on Jason’s face, the look of pleasure and disappointment on Christy’s face, the smell of sex in the air, the wet slurp Jason’s cock made as it left his girlfriends sopping pussy; all of it registered at that one moment and was saved. I couldn’t look away; I wanted to see and yet didn’t want to see.
“Mom, I…” Jason stammered and it yanked me back to reality.
My hand shot out haltingly and I went upstairs, locking myself in my room. I was panting but I knew it wasn’t from dashing up the stairs. I’m in decent shape so that brief exertion wasn’t making me short of breath. It suddenly became stifling in my room and I removed my blouse then my skirt. I stripped off my bra making my large breasts sway angrily. I was about to remove my panties and nylons when I saw my reflection in the mirrored closet doors. I didn’t recognize the woman staring back at me. Her face and neck were flushed, her nipples looked as hard as a pair of marbles and there was a huge wet spot between her legs. She looked aroused…No, she looked desperately horny to be honest. The images from downstairs appeared again in my mind as I looked into the mirror and was bombarded with emotions.
The shock and embarrassment was to be expected, walking in on my son and Christy as they did what any healthy young people would be doing with hormones raging in their youthful bodies. I was a little angry but I couldn’t be too mad at them. They were both eighteen and I did the same thing at their age too. I think I was a bit mad because they were doing it on my couch instead of my son’s bed. I just hope there wasn’t too big of a mess.
It was the jealousy that caught me off guard. I figure it’s natural to feel jealousy as a woman when you see another getting something that you want from someone you care about like a boyfriend, a husband or a lover but Jason is my son. I shouldn’t be jealous of his girlfriend, at least not when it comes to sex but it had been a long time since I felt the touch of a man.
I divorced my husband when Jason was only ten years old. The shame and inadequacy I felt from him leaving me for a younger woman sent me into self imposed celibacy; I didn’t want to be with a man. That was eight years ago. Had it really been that long? I masturbated but that was the extent of my sexual life up to this point. However, now I wanted more. I wanted to be in Christy’s place. I wanted to be kneeling on my couch with my round ass in the air and my big tits smashed into the cushions. I wanted to feel the sting of being stretched around a thick hard cock as it entered my neglected pussy, filling me like only a stiff throbbing cock can fill a woman. And I wanted my son to be the owner of that cock.
‘WHOA! GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF CANDICE!’ a disembodied voice shouted inside my head.
What I wanted was wrong. It was also illegal and socially unacceptable but I couldn’t help what I was feeling. Shame and disgust kicked in and I stripped off my underwear and hose and bolted for the bathroom. I turned on the shower and jumped right into the icy flow, hoping to wash away the filth. I stood there trembling as the water warmed but I don’t think the temperature of the water was the cause of my shivering. My skin felt hot and my pussy was on fire and no amount of scrubbing was going to cleanse me of these urges. It took a while before I realized my water bill could hit six figures and nothing would change. This was scary, unfamiliar territory for me. I’d NEVER had inappropriate thoughts toward Jason before and I didn’t understand where they were coming from. I shut off the water to dry myself; so much for a relaxing afternoon.
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I paid the cab driver and got checked in. I was about to go up to my room to freshen up when Jason texted me where and when to meet him before the ceremony; I was running late! He suggested taking an Uber rather than driving myself but I hadn’t even had time to rent a car at the airport do to the flight delays I had. I figured I could get to the hotel, clean up and take a cab to the school. I had my bags taken to my room and heeded my son’s suggestion. Fortunately the Uber driver that picked me up (I think his name was Todd) was a student at the University and knew exactly where Jason wanted to meet. He got me there with some time to spare, thank God.
I scanned the sea of caps and gowns and exuberant parents and friends and family but I didn’t see Jason. I did see Margo in her cap and gown but my son wasn’t with her. Had they broken up? Seeing her brought back memories of their visit at Thanksgiving. Over the years since Jason left for school, we’d kept in contact by phone, email and texting. He’d sent me pictures of the different girls he was ‘dating’ at school (Diane, Josie, Beth and a couple others) but Margo was the first he brought home.
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They had flown from Portland, Oregon to Sacramento to see her parents and family on Thanksgiving itself. They drove down to Long Beach to stay with me for the weekend before heading back to Sacramento then flying back for school. I was happy to have my son home even if it was just a brief visit. I’d missed him but not the unhealthy urges his visit would revive.
When they arrived at my door I hugged them both, not wanting to linger over long in my son’s arms and cause suspicion. Margo was about my height with a curvy figure and long dark hair. I invited them in and Jason took their bags to his room while Margo and I got acquainted. She was my son’s age and shared a few classes with him. That’s how they met. Jason returned and we moved to the kitchen so that I could cook and continue our conversation.
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