It all started in 2009, when I found myself alone, after 13 years of complete happiness. The days were long and empty, and the silence and loneliness became unbearable.
A dear friend of mine advised me to buy a computer; and I did. I honestly can say it’s the nicest gift I've ever given myself. It really opened up a whole new world for me. I took a course and acquired the basic skills needed to use email and to serve the net. I may never become tech savvy, but I have gained confidence. Being on line has become one of my favorite pastimes, and I am chatting daily with my new on-line friends.
In the past 4 years, I have met a lot of interesting men and women and could tell some great stories. But right now I like to talk about a man, with whom I just started communicating a few months ago.
After exchanging several emails with him, he wrote, “As you can see from my profile, I have many friends, but non to whom I really could open up to. You seam like a very compassionate woman, and the fact that we don’t know each other in person, makes me feel at ease with you. I have this tremendous urge to share my teenage experience with some one, and I feel you might just be the right person. And who knows, maybe you would enjoy sharing your secrets with me? What do you think?”
I wrote back to him, “Well I have never divulged my experiences to anyone, but it sounds interesting and intriguing; and what do I have to loose by trying? I guess it could be fun to reminisce about old, long forgotten secrets.”
He sent me a couple of pictures, but they were just like mine. A nicely tanned masculine body and no face showing. He explained, as a business man he can’t take a risk to send me a facial picture, but I should rest assured that he is a good looking man. I believed him, because I was so smitten by his words and his demeanor. For unknown reasons I felt very comfortable with him, even though he was 23 years my junior.
He wrote to me,“Well Mari-Jane, I would suggest we keep our true identity anonymous, so there are no temptations of exposing each other to unnecessary humiliations. Furthermore, it gives us way more inhibited freedom to express our true feelings and emotions.
In my twenties I felt so much gilt and shame and couldn't really confess to myself, how much I enjoyed my sinful teenage relation. My wife back then, told me I was screwed up and a weirdo. But still up to this day, I hang on to those unique memories; I loved them and miss them terribly! It’s very difficult to find the right person to share them with, and I have made a mockery of myself in the past. But this persisting need of mine is way greater, and I feel so relieved when I can talk about it.
I am very interested and eager to hear about your confessions as well! Be strong and let yourself go, let it all out and feel the pain and joy while you are telling it.”
And as soon I started writing, I couldn’t help but pour my heart out to him.
“Well Sonny, I feel more and more willing to let those long buried memories come out of my subconscious mind. Memories, I thought I would take to the grave with me.
I found myself pregnant at the age of 19, and got married because it was the easiest way out of my awkward situation. He was a good man and loved me dearly, but sexually, he just didn’t do it for me. I was frustrated and sexual dissatisfied and masturbated on a daily basis, and eventually started cheating on him.
I guess the only reason I stayed married for as long as I did, was for the kid’s sake. But after 20 years of being unhappily married, the idea of leaving him played more and more on my mind. After my daughter had turned 19 and my son 17; I felt they no longer depended on me, as they did when they were younger.
Furthermore, I had a lover for the past 3 years. We met each other once or twice a week at my place during lunch time. One day, while we were having passionate sex, my son came home unexpectedly and caught us red handed. I quickly slipped into my bathrobe and asked him, what the hell he was coming home for?
Sheepishly he replied, “Well mom, I could ask you the same question. And please don’t give me that lame excuse that you forgot your lunch. You don’t have to play dumb with me, you know.”
I was so shocked; I didn’t know what to say. I just stood there shaking my head in disbelief. He stretched out his hand and demanded, “Well you could give me 10 bucks to eat at Mc Donald’s, I think you owe it to me.”
Without any hesitation I handed the money to him and he left.
That evening, I felt very uncomfortable and on edge. I was praying he wouldn’t bring up his discovery of my infidelity at the supper table. Thanks god he didn’t!
As I was in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes, he came up behind me. He brushed against me and said cunningly, “Well mom, if you want me to keep this a secret, you owe me big time.”
“You know Johnny, I really don’t care if you tell Dad about it,” I replied madly.
“Oh I know mom, you don’t give a damn about Dad finding out. But I am sure you wouldn’t want your mom and sister to know about your sexual escapades, do you?”
“Oh you son of a bitch, you are so mean! What the hell do you want from me?”
He came closer, pinched my butt cheeks and with a big grin on his face he replied, “The same thing you gave that guy during lunch time!”
I couldn’t belief what I was hearing and said very angrily, “Are you out of your mind?”
“Mom, didn’t you just call me a ‘son of a bitch’, well who is the bitch? Does it really matter who you fuck? I am your son, and I am just as horny as you are. Those girls in school they do nothing but tease us guys, but never give us the chance getting to first base. You change my bed sheets, so you know that I wag off all the time. Furthermore, I can hear you moaning every morning while you are showering. And how many times do you sneak in the bathroom in the evening, while Dad is watching TV; or at night, while he is sleeping? What do you do, masturbate? Don’t you mom? Come on; admit you need it just as badly as I do.”
“Maybe I do, but this is wrong, you and me! Come on? You can’t be serious?”
“Mom, my hormones are raging, I am going nuts! I need relief. Why not help each other out?”
“I…I need to think about it, okay,” that’s all I could come up with.
He left with a disappointed look on his face and I went to watch TV.
There was a romantic movie playing and I got so aroused and horny. When my husband and I went to bed, I cuddled up to him, hoping the movie had had the same effect on him, as it had on me. But he turned me down like so many other times, rolled over on his side and went off to sleep. I was so frustrated, got up and went in the bathroom to masturbate.
But then I asked myself, “Why the hell should I have to do that, when there is a young horny man in the house, who craves sexual relief just as much as I do?”
As I was standing there, thinking and debating, I had to admit to myself, that secretly I often fantasized about my son. I knew since quite sometime, that he took every chance he could to sneak a peek at me in the nude when I was getting dressed or undressed. On several occasions I had seen him rummaging through my hamper, taking out my panties and sniffing them. He would close his eyes and deeply inhale my sweet pussy perfume.
In a way I enjoyed his boyish curiosity and I teasingly exposed myself quite often. I would wear a short skirt and bent over for him to see my sexy panties. Or I would wear a low cut blouse and lean down for him to catch a glimpse of my cleavage. I put on a very tight T-shirt and no bra to show off my hard erect nipples…and I could feel he was undressing me with his eyes.
And yes, I knew my son could her me moaning while I was in the bathroom masturbating. His room is right across the hallway, and there have been times I wished, he would find the courage to walk in on me. But he never did.
“Yes he is right, why shouldn’t we be there for each other.”
In the darkness I sneaked into his room, lifted the sheets and lay behind him, spooning him. I snuggled very close, tenderly caressed his body and softly kissed the nape of his neck. Pressed my boobs against his back and moved them slowly around and around. I slid my hand gingerly over his hips and down his thighs and back up between his crotch. I rested my hand on his genitals for a few seconds, and then started softly stroking and massaging them. I could feel my son’s cock twitching and swelling up. A feeling of sinful lust coursed through my mind and filled my body with devious desires. As his cock grew more rigid, I stroked it more forcefully and changed from slow to faster. I was overcome by this hunger to go down on my son, and to suck that young hard cock of his. Just then he turned around, facing me. I could see in the dimmed light his big grin and his eyes shining with anticipation.
“I didn’t jerk off tonight, I kept it all for you, mom,” he murmured.
He lifted the sheets and threw them to the side, and for the first time I got to see my grownup son’s cock, fully erect, rock hard and its wonderful shape. Most cocks are just straight like a stick, whereby his was the shape of a wine barrel, topped with a mushroom head. My mouth instantly salivated and I couldn’t wait another minute to taste him. I bent down, licked and teased his prominent knob, lapped up the pearls of pre-cum forming on his slit. Slowly, I engulfed his whole cock. Oh I loved it! Everything about it: the taste, the shape, the hardness, all of it! I licked, sucked and pleasured my son’s cock, as if it was the first time I ever ate a cock.
“For god sake, slow down mom! You going to make me come before I even have a chance to fuck your pussy.” he blurted out.
I stopped and went on top of him. I descended and impaled myself onto his young vital prick,
“Oh god, it fits like a glove, just if it was tailor-made for me,” I thought.
I started riding him, as if I haven’t had any sex for several months. I was so hungry and eager. I wanted to pleasure myself with this incredible sex-tool of his. My devious lust was burning and my mind wandered off into another world. I forgot space and time and let myself be carried away by the immense sensations. My body tensed and shuttered as I reached my first climax, and I had to bite my lips to prevent me from screaming.
As I slowed down to savor the aftermath of this incredible climax, my son grabbed my butt cheeks, held me in position and pumped me from underneath, hard and vigorously. The bed was squeaking and I was scared it could be heard. But I didn’t want to ask him to stop, it felt so good. I needed it. Oh yes I needed it badly. His thrusts were powerful and deep. My whole body trembled of excitement and my need to be fucked vigorously by my son surged higher.
He pulled me down on him, and with one swift movement he rolled us over, and we were facing each other now. Hungrily his lips were searched for mine. Ever so softly they touched, first very hesitant than more confidently. With my tongue extended I traced the contour of his lips, and very willingly he opened up his mouth and latched on to my tongue. We engaged in a wild passionate French kiss. Our chests were so close; we could feel our heartbeats and the currents running through our bodies. My son pressed himself against me and slowly moved in and out of my soaking wet pussy. I lifted my leg and twined it around his, to provide him better access. In snakelike movements our bodies rubbed together and provided each other with heavenly sensations. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and his sporadic breathing echoed in my ear.
He mumbled, “Oh fuck is this good! Oh mom, that’s so wicked; fucking my own mother, whilst my old man is snoring.”
He rolled me over once again and was on top of me now. He started pounding me like a madman. I pressed my hands against the headboard, trying to prevent it from knocking so loudly against the wall. The fear of being caught grew with every second. But my lust and desires were way stronger.
“Oh yes, yes I need to get fucked. Oh yes baby, I want to get fucked by you. Fuck me, fuck me! Oh god… you are so good!”
Just when I came close to cumming again, his fingernails dug into my butt cheeks and with a long moan he released himself in my vagina. I felt with every pulsation his warm sperm streaming into me and utterly filling me up. Oh god, it felt so good. It was superb! My baby released himself inside of me, in my womb; the most magnificent feeling ever. And I experienced a very unfamiliar, but very intense orgasm. It was surreal.
We remained like this for a few minutes, relishing those perfect pleasures, and then he said, “Oh fuck! This was incredible, mom. God, I am in seventh heaven. What a divine feeling having my cock licked and sucked by my mother. Your pussy is so warm, soft and silky. It felt so amazing having your wet pussy wrapped tight around my cock. God I want to fuck you every night. That’s way better than masturbating, isn’t it mom?”
“Oh baby, I couldn’t agree with you more. And I must admit, you do have a powerful sex-tool and know how to use it, way better than your father!”
“Oh mom, I feel like running out side and screaming from the top of my lungs, for the whole world to hear: I fucked my mother, and I loved it!
We quickly kissed each other good night, and I returned to my bedroom. I was kind ashamed of what I just had done. It was so sinful and wrong, and yet it felt so fucking good. I couldn’t remember the last time, I ever felt so happy and contented. I most likely went off to sleep with a big happy grin on my face.
The next morning, after my husband had left for work, I took my shower as usually. Johnny came in the bathroom and opened the shower curtain, scanned my body from top to bottom and said smilingly, “Hmm, very nice! I’ve never seen you completely naked, only in your skimpy little bikini, but this is way better. Turn around; let me see your pussy. I fucked it, but I never got a chance seeing and exploring it, this unknown mystical place of yours.”
I felt somewhat awkward and shy, not inhibited like usually, and covered my private parts with my hand. My son laughed and said slyly, “Come-on you tease let me see that horny cunt of yours!”
“Are you out of your mind? Your sis is still in the house, get out!” I yelled.
“Who cares? I locked the door. Come-on mom, show me!” he insisted.
So I removed my hands, spread my legs apart to give him a better view. I teasingly rubbed my clit, slipped my fingers between my lips, jabbed them in a couple of times, pleasuring myself. Then I removed my hand and held it to his mouth, “Here taste! You like mommy’s love juices? Hmm, do you? Yeah? Okay, then go down and lick my pussy.”
I didn’t need to ask him twice. My son immediately sank to his knees and buried his face into my folds. To my surprise, he was quite talented with his tongue as well. He licked the tip of my clit, circled around and around. Then moved down over my lips and in between, licking and twirling, making me squirm of pleasures. He licked and sucked on it as if it was a delicacy. He curled up his tongue and literally fucked my vagina with it.
This image of my son, feasting on my cunt, ignited those wicked lustful sensations again, the same ones I experienced the night before. My body twitched and waves of shivers were running down my spine. I grabbed his head with both of my hands, pressing it harder on to my mound and demanded, “Suck my clit, suck it, bite it and make me cum!”
He latched on to my clit, sucked and bit it tenderly. He inserted 2 fingers into my vagina, poking them deeper and deeper. His tongue was still pleasuring my clit whilst his fingers were fucking my cunt. He found my spongy G-spot, massaged and rubbed it vigorously. My whole body trembled of ecstasy and within seconds I exploded of the immense sensations. My juices gushed into his mouth; he gagged and gurgled and grasped for air. He pulled back, sprung up and asked, “What the hell was that?”
I laughingly replied, “I squirted. I guess there is still some stuff I can teach you about sex. Here, come closer, let me take care of you, we have only a few minutes left.”
I pulled him closer, unzipped his pants and went down on him, stroked his young erect cock, teased his knob and swallowed it up, and sucked it like there was no tomorrow. After a few minutes of my pleasuring, my son’s body tensed and his warm sperm pulsated into my mouth.
“Hmm, how succulent; so fresh and sweet. Oh baby, that’s the best cum I ever tasted.”
He quickly wiped himself clean and pulled up his pants. Gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said, “Thanks mom, you are the best!” and left for school.
I had to hurry up, dry blowing my hair and getting ready for work and thought, “Wow, what a pleasant way to start my day.”
The next morning my son came back in the bathroom and asked, “Why the hell didn’t you come in my room last night? I was waiting for you.”
“I didn’t go because you are having examines today and I thought you needed your sleep,” I explained.
“Do you really think I’ve gotten some sleep last night? I waited for you till midnight , and then I gave up and jerked off. I was really pissed off, mom.”
“Sorry baby, but we can’t do this every night, don’t you understand? Maybe we can meet for a quickie during lunch today, would do you think?”
“Oh yes mom, I love too. Okay, bye, see you later.”
I arrived at home before him. I closed the curtains in the dining room, put some romantic music on and burned some incense. I took off my clothes and put a ‘French maid’s apron’ on. As soon I heard my son coming home, I sat on the dining room table with my legs splayed and my wet pussy in full view as soon he would enter.
As he walked in, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
I announced, “Dinner is served. Enjoy your meal.”
He didn't even bother taken off his shoes or jacket, just came over and started licking his mommy's pussy. He suckled and munched on my throbbing clit, slit his tongue up and down between my lips, and got me soaking wet.
“Oh mom, you taste so sweet. Wow, what a fucking delicious meal this is.”
His excellent licking and sucking had me quivering in no time. The naughtiness of having my pussy eaten right on our dining-room table filled me with immense excitement. My whole body just trembled in ecstasy. God was he good! He sure had learned quickly what his mother needed to be greatly stimulated. My hands clenched the tablecloth; ripples of pleasure streamed over my body as my juices came gushing out into his mouth and face.
After a couple of such mind shattering orgasms I pushed him away and said, "It’s my turn to have lunch.”
I pulled my son’s jeans down, freed that prodigious cock of his from its confinement and licked and sucked it, like there was no tomorrow. Handled it like it was the most precious artifact on earth and gave it a royal treatment. Gently at first, then more forcible I squeezed it through my fist, while my tongue danced over his prominent knob, spreading his syrup and lubricating his shaft. Gradually I increased the speed of my strokes and the pressure of my grip.
He sucked in a wheezing breath as his body tensed and I could feel the heat emanating from his groin,“Oh mama, this feels so good. Oh my god mommy, stop! Don’t make me cum yet. I want to fuck your cunt.”
I quickly got up, stood with my legs spread apart, leaning my upper torso over the table. My ass exposed to my son, giving him a very inviting view. He grabbed his cock and guided it slowly into my longing hole; teasing me by poking it, but not entering completely. It drove me wild, I wanted him. I wanted to feel his cock deep inside of me. I couldn’t stand it any longer and begged, “Oh baby, fuck me! Fuck your mommy baby. Come on do it, do it now!”
He finally listened to his mommy’s ecstatic pleas. He stopped teasing me, and entered his rock hard cock slowly into my yearning cunt. He fucked me and pounded me with his young vigorous energy. The table was squeaking and wobbling, sliding away by his powerful thrusts. God, nothing is more wicked and sinful than being fucked by your own son. It’s deemed as wrong, but fuck is it ever exhilarating.
My body was shaking and convulsing as I succumbed to another mind shattering orgasm. He pulled his cock out and yelled, “Mom, I am cumming, I am cumming!”
Quickly I knelt on the floor in front of him and opened my mouth. He pushed his pulsating cock right into it and ejaculated a profuse big load of hot sperm into my mouth…I gagged and grasped for air as spasms of cum were shooting deep down into my throat. After I finished swallowing his superb tasting cum I said, “Hmm, what a great lunch, snack or quickie…or what ever you like to call it. Lets try to do this more often.”
“Oh yes mom, any time you want.”
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