I knew the time would come when we’d have sex so I decided to go on birth control just in case. In the meantime, it was business as usual. I’d regularly tease him in my tight, form-hugging clothing; letting him stare at and grab my butt and breasts. I wore high heels more often, four-or-five inch ones, not the ones that barely get you off the ground, and began wearing fluorescent pink lipstick, which certainly got a rise out of him, both emotionally and physically. His cock got so hard the first time he saw me in my black lingerie and pink lipstick, that he didn’t need much ‘oral affection’ from me to ‘calm him down’. But I’d always get on my knees in front of him whenever he needed draining, which was at most every third day, and I passionately sucked on his large, pink cock and tugged on his foreskin until he came all over mommy.

I took his cum in my mouth, on my face, on my breasts, wherever it landed, but craved for it in my bald, pink pussy. I wanted to consummate what we had and give him his first taste of hot sex with a sexually mature woman. I needed him to penetrate me with every inch of his hard, youthful cock so that he could experience how good I could make him feel. I was on birth control and absolutely ready to have sex with my teenage son, to take his virginity, and milk his big penis with my tight pussy until he filled me up with his semen over and over again. Mommy needed to be bred.

One day, while we were making out on the couch, I asked him how he’d feel about having sex later tonight. He seemed excited but I could tell something was wrong.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” I asked him, stroking his hair.

“What happens if I’m not good? I don’t want to disappoint you?” he replied sheepishly.

“Aww, baby,” I replied softly, kissing him on the lips, “I don’t expect you to be amazing. I just want you to enjoy it. You won’t disappoint me.”

“Do we have any condoms?” he asked excitedly.

“I’m on the pill, baby, so we don’t need them,” I replied as I ran my hand down his body and gently rubbed his crotch, feeling the outline of his hard cock pressed against his shorts.

He returned to kissing my luscious, pink lips, filling my mouth with his tongue as I ran my nails lightly across his scalp and the back of his neck.

He gently pulled away and said eagerly, “I wanna do it now, please.”

A smile broke across my face and my heart swelled a bit at hearing him say he wants to have sex now.

“Now?” I asked, a little surprised.

“Uh-huh,” he replied, staring down my body and lightly rubbing my large breasts that were protruding towards him.

“Alright, baby. Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said, trying to hide my excitement.

I led him by the hand to my bedroom, the sound of my heels clicked approvingly on the hardwood floor, and turned around to face him. With my heels on, I was almost as tall as him, and he leaned forward and began slowly kissing me, running his hands down my body to my ass and firmly squeezing it while pulling me towards him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

This was it. This was the moment we both had wanted those few short weeks ago. I could feel myself get wetter and hornier the deeper my tongue sank into his mouth. I let go of my grip of him and pulled my low-cut shirt over my head, letting my breasts stand in front of him, supported by my white push-up bra, and he wasted no time in kissing my neck and pulling my bra down as he fondled and groped me.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed his eager and passionate touch before reaching for his shorts. I unzipped them and pulled them off his hips, letting them fall to the floor. Reaching for his shirt, I pulled it over his head and began kissing his chest and sucking on his nipples as he threw his shirt to the side. I slowly worked my way down his body, crouching in front of him as I gripped his boxers and tugged them down to the floor. His large, uncircumcised cock sprang out, twitching in front of me.

“He missed his mommy,” he said, looking down at me.

“And mommy missed him so much too,” I replied soothingly, looking at his swollen pink head partially hidden under his tight foreskin.

I wrapped my hand around his girthy shaft and pulled his foreskin back gently while looking up at him.

“You’ve got such a big penis, honey,” I said, smiling up at him before turning my attention back to his cock.

I opened my mouth and wrapped my full, pink lips around his cock’s head and sucked on it firmly, like a pacifier, drooling on him and licking him with my tongue, while I softly stroked his shaft. I looked up at him submissively as I pleasured him and moaned gently before slowly pulling him out of my mouth and lightly kissed his swollen head.

Standing up, I removed my heels and pulled my yoga pants, tightly hugging my hourglass figure, off my body, along with my white, lace thong, and crawled onto the bed on all fours, arching my back to accentuate my meaty ass and give him a peek at my bald, pink pussy before I crawled further onto the bed and rolled over onto my back. I motioned for him to come over as I removed my bra.

He walked over casually with his thick manhood protruding towards me and I spread my legs as he climbed on the bed. He climbed up my body and began kissing my lips slowly, grinding his cock against my body while I wrapped my legs around him and held him close.

Everything felt so right and intimate with our naked bodies pressed against each other, feeling and needing each other. He moved down my neck and began sucking on my large, puffy, pink nipples that hardened under his tongue. He pressed deeper into my soft breasts and began moaning gently as I ran my fingers through his hair and closed my eyes. All of this was perfect and I could feel my pussy drip as he fed from me.

I reached forward with my free hand and lightly caressed his balls and penis. I pushed his foreskin back gently, which prompted him to tightly suckle my nipple and moan sharply as I breathed deeply. I needed him inside me. This was what we both wanted.

“Are you ready, sweetie?” I asked him.

He stopped suckling my breast and looked up at me, replying sheepishly, “I think so.”

“Rollover, baby, and let mommy do the work.”

He did as he was told and I drooled all over his cock before gripping the base of his shaft and mounting my young, virile stallion. I squatted over him and sank down slowly, feeling his swollen head part my wet lips and enter me while the rest of his thick penis followed, stretching my pussy out and filling me up completely until I reached the base of him. I had never felt my vagina so stretched out and thought I was about to cum just feeling him pulse inside me.

I looked down at him and smiled affectionately as he stared up at my breasts and lips.

“Does it feel good, baby?” I asked as I began to rock my hips over him slowly before picking up speed.

He began to moan gently and ran his hands up my thighs to my hips, bouncing me on his cock as my breasts heaved. I began moaning and grabbing my breasts as the feeling of his large cock in me felt so good. My young stallion underneath me began moaning and crying louder as mommy’s tight pussy massaged and nurtured his needy penis.

"Uh, mommy. Fuck, uh, yes!" is what my son moaned before I felt his cock contract inside me and shoot wave after wave of semen until I was so full it began leaking down his shaft and onto the bed.

“Did I cum too soon?” he asked in a slight panic.

I leaned down and kissed him on the lips assuringly, “Not at all, sweetheart. It’s perfectly alright.”

We continued kissing as I slowly rolled my hips in circles over him, lifting my hips up to feel his semen-covered length slide in and out of me. I fully expected him to slip out but as we kept kissing, I realized that he was still hard inside of me. We began to kiss deeper and faster as his hands ran down my body to my ass. He squeezed my meaty butt cheeks as he pulled me closer and I began to ride him more vigorously.

He reached up with his strong hands and grasped my breasts, squeezing me and rubbed my large, hard nipples. I placed my hands over his and held them as I rocked over his thick cock. It felt so good I began moaning his name, quietly at first but the faster I went and the more his girth stretched out my tight, little pussy, the louder I got.

“That’s it, mommy. Ride my big cock like a good slut,” he encouraged as he grabbed my hips.

“It’s so good, baby,” I cooed, trying to catch my breath, “your cock’s so good.”

It didn’t dawn on me that my son called me a slut and I couldn’t recall a time when another guy had called me that. I didn’t care though. I was a slut. I was his slut. And I wanted to be his slut.

I bounced on him harder and faster, thrusting my hips forwards and backward and around in circles over him. The squishy sound of his cock repeatedly penetrating my soaking wet vagina was muffled by my moans of pleasure. It felt so good and so right to be riding and fucking his large, youthful cock.

He pulled me towards him and we resumed passionately making out as I shook my ass over his slickened manhood. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and teased my tongue while running his hands down my body to my ass. Grabbing a handful of my meaty cheeks in each hand, he held me still while he thrust upwards, shoving his strong cock inside of me repeatedly.

“Ohhh, Daddy,” I moaned helplessly, “more! Give me more!”

He wrapped his arms around me and rolled me onto my back as he landed in between my legs, draped over me, breathing heavily. I spread my legs wide for him and waited eagerly for him to continue his assault on my swollen, wet pussy. He rubbed my inner thighs and looked down at me.

“My pussy,” he said.

I reached for his hand and placed it over my swollen, bald vagina.

“Yours, baby. My pussy belongs to you,” I replied desperately, submitting my body to him.

He grabbed his cock and slid it between my gaping lips and all the way into my pussy, pressing his hips against mine. My head fell back and mouth fell open as I felt every single inch of him pulsing inside of me. He grabbed my hands and held them above me as he worked away with his cock, thrusting, and grinding against me. My young stallion was taking control and claiming his woman; claiming my pussy as his, and I was more than happy to submit and surrender myself to his sexual needs.

He was grunting and breathing heavier while I moaned under him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kept him close to me so he’d cum as deep as he could in me. He buried his face against my neck, his warm breath escaping his mouth as he ground firmly against me, thrusting and fucking me. He began moaning and grunting louder as his thrusting became slower, deeper, and more deliberate.

“Do it, daddy. Cum inside me. Cum in mommy’s pussy, baby,” I whined encouragingly.

It didn’t take long after that before he pushed deep inside me and I could feel his penis contract violently and semen flood me again as he groaned loudly and fell gently on top of me, trying to catch his breath. I softly scratched his head and held him tight.

It was over. We had sex. I had taken my young son’s virginity. Me. His mother. My vagina was filled with his semen. And I loved it. He looked down at me and asked me how it was and how he did, and all I could do was look up at him with a large smile on my face.

“It was amazing, sweetie. You were so good,” I replied soothingly.

“Good,” he said, as he returned to suckling my breasts.

I lay there stroking his hair and scratching his head thinking about how far we had come. It all started with him accidentally seeing me naked, and several weeks later we had sex for the first time. But certainly not the last time.

“I gotta start on dinner, honey,” I said comfortingly, trying not to disappoint him. He stopped suckling and grunted.

“Okay, mommy,” he replied, rolling off of me and standing up.

I saw his half-hard, messy cock, covered in a mixture of his semen and my vaginal fluids.

“Wait, sweetie. Let me clean up our mess first,” I said, stopping him.

He looked down at the bedsheets, which were absolutely soaked with fluids and sweat.

“Not that mess,” I said giggling, “I’ll deal with that later.”

I crawled over towards him and sat at the edge of the bed, “This mess,” I said wrapping my hand around his cock.

I licked the underside of his penis and put the whole thing in my mouth, which was much easier when he wasn’t fully erect. Sealing my lips to him, I dragged the residue of our sex back with my mouth as I pulled back his foreskin to clean underneath. Looking up at him, I swallowed our mess and smiled.

“Now it’s time to make dinner,” I said.

I crawled off the bed and walked over to my clothes that were strewn carelessly on the ground. Grabbing my thong, I pulled it up my legs and over my swollen, wet pussy; my son’s white semen dripping off my lips and landing on the thong’s soft fabric. I looked over my shoulder and flashed him a smile before sauntering off to the kitchen.

He appeared about ten minutes later fully clothed and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my neck.

“So that was sex,” he said.

“Uh-huh. That was sex,” I replied lightly stroking his hands, “How did you like it?” I continued, peering back at him.

He hugged me tighter, pressing himself against my butt, “It felt amazing. We’re going to have to do that much more often,” he said.

“Only if you’re a good boy for mommy,” I teased him.

“Oh yeah? What does mommy need?” he asked flirtatiously.

I paused for a second before replying, “Daddy’s love and tongue, all over my mommy pussy.”

“You liked that, didn’t you?” he softly asked, caressing my stomach.

“I did. You were so good. Now let me cook dinner, honey, so you can eat. You must be hungry,” I gently told him.

He kissed my cheek and let go of my waist, slapping my bare butt as he walked by. I didn’t say anything but couldn’t help smiling as I continued cooking.