Submissive Mom - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Mistake 3, I have to repay my son

 

Then it hit me, unexpectedly. The combination of my long overdue sexual release coupled with the enormity of my sin came over me in a wave of panic and guilt. I had just had the most intense, powerful and longest orgasm of my life; and I had it with half my son’s fist inside me and his lips and tongue on my clitoris. I could not believe I had allowed this to happen.

“Oh, baby, I am so, so very sorry,” I sobbed as tears began to flow uncontrollably. “I never meant for anything like this to happen. I promise, it will never happen again.” I was crying hysterically now.

Robert pulled me close, hugging me deeply, attempting to comfort me and calm my crying. “Mom, it was a beautiful, beautiful thing. There is nothing to be sorry about. I love you, and I want to make love to you. This is what I have wanted for a long, long time.”

“It was terribly, terribly wrong of me to let this happen, baby. You are my son. I should never have let this get this far; I should never have even let this get started. I should never have let my weakness allow me to use you this way. I promise, baby, it won’t happen again.”

Robert’s fingers lifted my chin to look into his eyes. “Mom, I want it to happen again, and again. I need you and want you.” He paused for a second, took my hand and placed it on his erect penis and said, “Mom, I need to cum again. I need it bad. I need your help.”

My hand rested on his erection as I tried to think. I tried to clear my head, but could not. My tears were still flowing freely, falling down my cheeks and on to my shirt, but my uncontrollable sobbing had subsided slightly. It seemed silly to me to refuse to assist my son with his engorged penis issue in the context of what I had just allowed him to do to me; on the other hand I was losing complete control of the situation. Or maybe I never had any control?

I looked at his penis, uncertain of what to do. More confused than I have ever been before, I encircled my fingers around his shaft, amazed again at the thickness of my son’s cock, and gently began stroking up and down the entire length. “I shouldn’t be doing this Robert. This is wrong.” But I could not refuse my boy in this situation, I just couldn’t.

He was leaking some trace amount of fluid and this made the head very slippery. After a minute or two of my stroking him up and down, Robert was rocking his hips in time to my strokes, humping up into my fist. Robert placed his hand behind my head, gently nudging me toward his hard, throbbing cock. I understood what he wanted, but hesitated. “Robert, I can’t do that.”

“Mom, please. It will help. Please.” And he continued to gently guide my head towards his rigid pole. I slowly relented, and leaned forward about an inch from his penis, Robert continuing to guide my head forward. I stared at the large bulbous head for several seconds before I started gently kissing the head. I could smell and taste the trace sperm that was leaking out. Next, I slowly opened my mouth to allow the head to slip past my lips. He was large, and the texture of the skin was incredibly smooth. I began sucking and moving my mouth up and down, taking only 2 to 3 inches of him into my mouth. I could feel his hips rock upward to meet my movements, trying to push deeper in my mouth. I resisted trying to take him deeper in my throat, preferring to stimulate the head using my lips and tongue. His breathing began to quicken and I knew instinctively that his arousal was increasing and he was approaching his climax.

Normally, with any other man, including his father, I would stop sucking now and complete the job “manually”. I did not let men cum in my mouth; never. But this was different, on many levels. And although this was a full grown man, this was still my baby; and the thought of pulling away from his semen seemed far worse that ingesting it. So I continued to stimulate the head of my son’s cock with my lips and tongue while pumping the shaft. Having already cum earlier, the volume of his ejaculate was not enormous, but was still a pretty good sized load on my tongue. He came in several spurts, and I did something I never had done before; I swallowed his load. To my surprise, the taste of his semen was not at all offensive; in fact, I found he experience pleasant.

After he finished spurting his ropes of semen in my mouth, I kissed his penis several times before sitting up. My tears had stopped and I tried not to look Robert in the eyes. Again, he reached over, placed his fingers under my chin and raised my gaze to his, and said, “Mom, that was beautiful. I love you so much.”

This was all it took to start my tears flowing again, although I avoided the uncontrollable sobbing this time. There was really nothing I could say at that moment.

Robert stood up, placed on arm under my legs, the other under my back, and lifted me up effortlessly. As he carried my across the living room, I caught our image together in the hall mirror. I could see that his cock having softened slightly, was still firm and poked out in front of him. My tee shirt was around my waist and my panties remained in place.

The two individuals in the mirror did not look at all familiar to me. They were a strikingly handsome pair of lovers; not a mother and son. In the mirror was a handsome, muscular young man whose impressive cock swayed in front of him with every step. Not my little boy, not my son. And he was carrying his pretty lover. It did not look like a mother who had just betrayed the trust of her son by submitting to the most unacceptable of carnal desires.

Robert carried my up the stairs, placed me in my bed, and climbed next to me, his naked body cuddling closely. I leaned over, still crying, and placed my head on his chest. Robert’s arm draped around my shoulders pulled me close, and his hand gently caressed my breast as I cried my self to sleep on my son.

I awoke, Robert was snoring, and looked at the clock. It was 4:50 a.m. I had not brushed my teeth last night, and still had the slightest taste of Robert’s semen in my mouth. I slid out of bed without waking Robert. 

I went downstairs where I made coffee, took a shower and soaked in solitude trying the process the events of last night. At 6:30, I went up stairs, got dressed and left Robert still in deep sleep. After putting on my make up, I left for work. There was little chance I would do anything productive today at work.

I have never been so confused or distracted in my life; uncertain of how I allowed this all to occur, or what to do to regain some level of control.

(in Chapter 4, Robert pushes hard for more intimacy)