Sex stories, mom and son, Day after mother-son incest consummation they on a date, Once you open Pandora’s Box there is no turning back; conversely, once you let your son fuck your box there is DEFINITELY no turning back.
I had seduced my son, and after a lengthy night of love making…where lust overwhelmed common sense…I woke up to the aftermath of my decision.
I would like to say I felt guilt at committing incest or at least a shred of remorse…but that would be a lie. I felt completely at peace with my decision and looking at him so peaceful and innocent after depositing five loads in me the day before, I felt undeniable love. It was like I had my husband back in a morbid way, yet a much more energetic and virile version of him.
Also, I rationalized it rather simply. I loved my son with all my heart, and giving him my body was a natural extension of our mother-son relationship as I continued to nurture him in a new, unique way.
As he began to move, slowly waking up, I decided to wake him up in the best way possible. I slithered under the sheets, found his flaccid cock, we had both fallen asleep naked, and took it in my mouth. Feeling his beautiful cock slowly grow in my mouth was a surreal sensation, yet it felt so natural.
He was almost completely hard in my mouth before he finally spoke with a soft chuckle, “This is the best wake-up call you have ever given me.”
Taking his cock out of my mouth, I suggested, “This may become a new tradition.”
“I couldn’t concur more,” he chuckled, as I returned to his now fully erect cock.
I continued a slow blow job, lavishly enjoying having his cock in my mouth. Part of me wanted to straddle him and ride him, while the other half of me just wanted to savour his steel in my mouth.
After a couple more minutes of slow pleasing, Paul groaned, “Feels so good, Mom.”
I moaned on his cock in response as I continued the slow, soothing blow job.
“I can’t believe how great your mouth feels,” he complimented.
I replied, momentarily taking his cock out of my mouth, “I can’t believe I waited so long.”
“Well, I think we are making up for lost time,” he joked.
“That we are,” I agreed, as I deep throated him.
“Oh God, Mom,” he groaned, “you’re so amazing.”
My natural reaction was to speed up to get him off, yet I wanted to make love to his cock with my mouth, so I continued the same slow up and down.
A couple more minutes, his breathing increasing, I felt his legs stiffen as he moaned, “I’m going to come soon.”
Another urge to speed up, yet I refrained and just continued bobbing slowly until I felt his cum leak out of his cock and into my mouth. I couldn’t believe how much cum was in his balls already after he had shot five loads yesterday, but I milked and swallowed every drop of my breakfast cum.
I continued until I was sure there was nothing left to retrieve, before taking his cock out of my mouth and crawling back up beside him.
I ended up on his shoulder as he said, “Mom, I love you so much.”
“Because I just swallowed your yummy load?” I asked teasingly.
“Well that, and the five I deposited in and on you yesterday,” he added, giving me a playful tit-for-tat.
“I’m just your personal cum bucket now, am I?” I questioned, giving him a big pout.
He pulled me in and kissed me, tender and soft, which had my pussy tingling.
Breaking the kiss, he said, “I plan to show you how much you mean to me tonight.”
“What? Are you going to take my ass?” I asked, something that both petrified and intrigued me.
“Oh, I plan to take that ass of yours,” he nodded, before adding, after kissing me again, “but tonight is about treating you the way you should be treated.”
“You have me curious,” I said, not sure what he meant.
“And then you will be curious all day,” he said, kissing me again, before getting up and going to the washroom.
I watched his tight ass until it disappeared in the washroom before getting up and stretching. My tummy growled, apparently a load of cum was not enough for breakfast. So I grabbed a robe and headed down to make French toast.
We had a nice breakfast together, neither of us talking about last night, and then he said. “I expect you dressed to the nines at 3:00.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I’m taking you out,” he answered.
“Where?” I questioned.
“That is for me to know and you to wonder about all day,” he shrugged.
“You know I hate surprises,” I whined.
“I know,” he smirked.
“How dressed up is dressed up?” I asked.
“Imagine going to a five star restaurant,” he replied.
“In Cutsville?” I laughed, our nicest restaurant a two stars establishment.
“I didn’t say we were staying in Cutsville,” he pointed out.
“Just tell me,” I pleaded, moving to him and putting my hand on his cock.
“No cock for you,” he said, in the exact same tone as the soup Nazi in that Seinfeld episode.
“You’re quoting Seinfeld at me!” I gasped.
“Just be dressed sexy and ready to go out,” he said.
“Fine!” I huffed, frustrated to have to wait all day to find out what he had planned.
“I know it will drive you crazy,” he laughed, as he headed out of the kitchen.
“You’re just like your father,” I called back after him. Darren also loved to surprise me, but first by teasing me relentlessly. For example, giving me Christmas hints in November. I remember searching the whole house looking for a gift he teased me about, but I never found it as he knew I would search for it. It ended up being plane tickets to Jamaica that had us flying out on the twenty-sixth.
All day, I wondered what he had planned. Where were we going? Obviously to the city, but what did he have in mind? What should I wear?
Deciding that if he wanted me dressed to the nines I was going to go all out (I never had a reason to dress up anymore). I called my hair dresser for an emergency hairdo, booked a pedicure and manicure and drove to the lingerie store for some new sexy lingerie to wear for tonight. I would look ravishing and decadent on the outside tonight, but underneath I would be dressed like an insatiable slut ready for pleasure.
When I got home at 2:30, I put on my new lingerie, which included a black sexy camisole, a black thong, and black silk seamed stockings. I also purchased new four inch fuck me heels. Once dressed, I looked pretty amazing. On the outside classy and sexy, yet underneath slutty and ready to fuck my son.
Paul got home a couple of minutes before three, saw me and stammered, “W-w-wow!”
“You approve?” I asked coyly.
“You look stunning,” he complimented.
“You should see what’s underneath this,” I teased, moving to him and reaching for his cock.
“God, Mom,” he said, “I’d love to fuck you here and now, but we’ve got to get going.”
“You sure there is no time for a quickie?” I purred, biting his ear, while giving his cock a firm squeeze through his pants.
“I don’t…well…um,” he stammered distracted by my double teasing.
I then quit both and said, “Its okay, I probably shouldn’t mess up this look anyway.”
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