A Mother's Lesson of Sex

I was a 49 year old waitress from South Carolina living in a two bedroom shack with my adolescent son who was turning 19 in a couple of weeks. His father ran off with another woman when Damian was just a toddler. So I've been working as a single mom the majority of his life. Damian doesn't ask any questions about his father as he knows it just makes me sad.

One evening, I was just finishing off some sewing on a pair of trousers for Damian for college and walked past the bathroom door. I thought I could hear heavy breathing within the bathroom. I dared to take a peek through the keyhole and my eyes grew wide with shock and my left hand threw over my mouth as I saw my son sniffing a pair of my sexy black lingerie panties. His right hand was on his penis rubbing up and down his shaft.

My beautiful teenaged son was masturbating to a pair of my knickers.

I didn't know whether to be sick or ashamed. The most disturbing and horror realisation was that I was turned on!

I felt an arousal in my loins as my pussy got turned on. I found myself looking through the keyhole watching my son masturbate over my panties and I myself was rubbing up against my vagina. My hand went in my panties and felt how hot and wet my pussy was for my son. I started rubbing my clitoris in circles with the middle finger of my left hand. I closed my eyes as I started to masturbate faster.

My breathing increased and my body got hotter.

My son cried out in ectasy within the bathroom as he orgasmed.

Hearing my beloved Damian made me orgasm also. I cried out. I didnt realise I'd cried out until it was too late when I heard my son from the bathroom quickly pull up his pants and open the bathroom door.

Both my son and I stared wide-eyed at each other. Damian fell ashamed and so did I.

My hand was still down my panties and my son's crystal blue eyes lowered down and widened and he got a hard on. My chest heaved up and down as I felt hot with passion and desire. I wanted my son.

Damian was six feet tall with blue eyes, tanned, shoulder length blonde hair, tanned skin with rippling muscles.

I turned away and ran to my bedroom unable to say anything.

That evening, each of us had a shower one after the other. I came out of the shower in just my towel just as Damian stepped out of his bedroom with just a towel tied round his waist.

I gulped nervously as I began to get aroused. He stared back at me longingly. I could see as much lust in his eyes as I had. But I couldn't allow it to happen. We were mother and son. Not lovers.

Damian walked to me slowly and my chest was heaving up and down. He slowly bent down to kiss me and as soon as his lips touched mine, there was an electric bolt running through our bodies.

We kissed passionately with arms and legs wrapped around each other. Damian pushed me back against the wall and then led me to the living room where we fell on top of the sofa together, our bodies entwined with one another. I felt his manliness growing on top of me so much it poked out at the top of the towel.

Damian ripped my towel from me and started sucking my erected nipples and I began to moan in pleasure. He then whipped off his town and straddled himself in between my thighs and entered me with no hesitation.

My son Damian's lovemaking took me to new heights of ectasy that I hadnt experienced since when I was with his father, 20 years ago. I cried, moaned and groaned out in my desire. I gripped the sofa cushions beneath us tightly as he thrusted so hard and so fast that my body was already building up to an almighty orgasm.

I cried out as my body spasmed beneath him in pleasure.

Damian thrusted to and fro faster than ever before as his breathing got heavier and heavier and he started grunting as he was building up to climax. He let out a huge cry and his body fell on top of me and spasmed and then fell still.

I never imagined that making love to your son could be so satisifying.