So far, 2013 has been a great year. I had a lot of crazy adventures and fabulous sex. I guess the only thing I could complain about is the weather. This has been the worst summer weather-wise I've seen in years. Summer only lasts three to four short months in southern Quebec , therefore I like to take advantage of every sunny day there is and try to spend as much time as possible outdoors.
I open up my computer every morning, but I haven’t wasted any of my precious time on lengthy email exchanges with my friends lately. So yesterday, when I received a message from SONNY, I felt kind of guilty. I realized, I hadn't even replied to his last two emails yet. In fact I felt I neglected him lately. I was just too wrapped up in enjoying my life.
I met Sonny on the internet about 5 months ago and I have been exchanging emails with him ever since. I've been pouring my heart out to him; telling him all about my sinful relations I had with my son Johnny. He often commented on my stories, and told me he had similar experiences. But I was totally bewildered when I started reading this last email from him:
“Hello Mari-Jane, or more precisely: Mari-Lou.” How the hell does he know my real name?
I questioned myself and continued reading.
“There is something important I need to tell you. You have been beguiling me with your sexual interludes and I can not tell you, how amazed I am, by how well you still can recall in every little detail, every love making session you had. It’s absolutely fascinating!
I know, I should have told you this right away, when I realized that you were my mother, but I was too afraid you would stop writing to me, …” Oh my god, I can't believe this, this bloody bastard! Why the hell didn't he tell me this right away? How could he let me go on like this, without saying anything? Oh my god, all the things I've told him, I shouldn't have.
I was fuming! I walked around the house, talking to myself, and thinking what a nasty message I’ll be sending back to him, for being such a shit ass. I needed to step outside to get some fresh air to chill out. Still not believing what had just happened, my mind was flooded, trying to recall all my innermost thoughts and emotions I had shared with him, in the belief that he was a total stranger, who I would never meet face to face.
I was angry and wondered what else he had to say in his defense for waiting so bloody long to identify himself. So I went back, took in a deep breath and continued reading his email.
“…,and I know one thing for sure; you would have never been so open, honest and straight forward about your feelings and emotions.” …. Yes, you’re damn right!
Shot through my mind.
…“I was so thrilled to hear, how much you cared and how deep your love for me was. And you know what else, I feel so relieved knowing that this old couch potato wasn't my biological father. And I am positive, you would have never ever mentioned it if you knew, who you were confessing your secrets to, right?”….. Oh fuck yes, that’s for sure!
…“There are thousands of people on these dating sites, and what are the odds, for two people like you and me, meeting here; a mother and her son, who haven’t seen nor spoken to each other for what, almost twenty years?...” Oh god, I need to pinch myself. Is this real or am I’m dreaming again?
I question myself.
…”Oh mother, I can’t express in words how thrilled I am that I have finally found you! I missed you so much! I often was tempted to find out where you lived and wanted to contact you so desperately. But I wasn't sure if you were interested hearing from me ever again.” He missed me? Oh my god, my baby really missed me?
Completely oblivious to the fact that he missed me and showed so much interest in having contact with me again, all my anger was instantly swept away. As I had calmed my nerves, I read his whole message again, from start to finish. My heart lurched when I realized how thrilled he was, that he had found me and even admitted that he missed me. I was overcome with such a feeling of warmth. Slowly at first then gaining momentum my emotions rose into an overwhelming thrill of happiness. The desire to express my burning sensations I felt for my long lost son had me instantly writing back to him:
“Oh my god Johnny, I can’t believe this! This must be kismet. You have no idea how much I missed you all those years. I hope we can rekindle our relationship and pick up where we left off.
I know we had our differences and didn't see eye to eye when you got married, and I am so sorry regarding that! I loved you so dearly, and as your mother I only wanted the very best for you. I felt at the time, the woman you chose wasn't good enough for you. You could have done so much better and you were still so young…I hope you can find it within your heart to forgive me.”
I sent off my message and sat there on needles, waiting for his reply. My heart skipped a beat as soon I saw SONNY popping up on my inbox. I instantly clicked on to open the message.
“Oh mom, I have forgiven you long ago, and I never stopped thinking of you. I must admit, there was a time when I was ashamed of our incestuous relations, and I wanted to forget about it. But as time went by, I cherished every single moment we spent together and even missed it. I was so infatuated with you. You were so sexy and alluring, and I just couldn't get enough of you. I craved your attention, your love and caring. I enjoyed your promiscuous and frolicking nature and the kinky sex you introduced me to.
You were the mother every boy dreams of. And I felt so privileged being taught by you how to please a woman, and most importantly, how to please you my mother! I was obsessed with you; it was insane but so good. Nothing can be deeper and dirtier then having sex with your own mother!...” Oh my god, I feel so weak, I feel sick to my stomach. Is this really happening? Or is this man an impostor?
I was doubtful and my head was spinning, I hardly could focus reading.
…”I know it was you, who came into my room that night and seduced me, but in my mind I was naked, ready and eager to have sex with you, long before you ever laid a hand on me. At every chance I could find I spied on you, stroked my cock while listening to you masturbating in the shower or in the bedroom. And more than once I was tempted to walk in on you, but never found the guts to do it. You probably could feel and smell my lust. I couldn't wait to be old enough for you to take me and turn me into your lover and to let me in you...literally! I wanted it to happen, desperately!
God this is so good, reliving those teenage experiences with you mommy. You are so talented to describe it so vividly. It makes my cock grow so big and rock hard, and I need to jerk off every time I read your emails.” Oh good god, Johnny my love, you are reawakening my lust and desires for you.
I read the message over and over again. My heart was pounding and my thoughts were running wild. I couldn't believe that I still meant that much to my son. I have been a widow for the last four years, and I feel so lonely inside. I have met some great people and had awesome sex. But those relations are purely sexual; there were no feelings or emotions involved. Reading his words filled my heart with love and the wish of belonging, and I wrote back to him:
“Oh Johnny, I am so thrilled to hear you have such strong feelings for me. There were times when I felt guilty, but I never regretted anything we did together. In fact, it was the most wonderful time of my life, and I enjoyed every minute of it. You were my precious baby then; you are still now and always will be! And I consider myself the luckiest mother for having such a wonderful son.”
The minutes seemed like hours, sitting and waiting for SONNY
to pop up on my screen again. I hadn't felt that much vibration in my heart for years, I wasn't even aware that I still could have such giddy feelings. I had butterflies swarming around in my stomach and my palms were getting sweaty. Even my panties dampened without being in the present of an alluring sexual mate. Then there he was, and I clicked on.
“Oh mom, you were the perfect woman and the best mom in the whole wide world, and you were mine! When we were together, we created magic and everlasting memories. You knew how to keep my boyish curiosity alive. You were so nasty and daring, so innovative and had such an array of captivating scenarios, I never knew what to expect next. I can not thank you enough for everything you have shown me, and for allowing me at such a young age to have threesomes and foursomes--a fantasy most men in this world have, but never get the chance to experience it in reality.
I loved you deeply. I loved your body and every thing about you. I loved your small breasts and I was so obsessed with sucking them! I loved looking at your sweet pussy. Your big butterfly lips, they were so sexy and edible, sagging in my mouth when you straddled my face. And good god, how much did I love it when you filled my mouth with that sweet orgasmic juice of yours.
Or when I was lying on top of you, fucking your tight wet pussy, seeing the expression of joy on your face and in your eyes was just priceless! No other woman ever enjoyed what I did to her as much as you did. You created me and I could connect with you totally. You were so beautiful and I was so attracted to you, always was, and always will be.” Wow, he still loves me and thinks I am beautiful.
With every one of his emails I got more and more excited. I was fidgeting on the chair, crossing my legs, squeezing my pussy muscles tight together. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins and lustful desires creeping up from the depths of my dark inner self, crawling through my body, my mind and soul. Feelings I had forgotten they once existed. I craved to fuck my son again.
Quickly I looked through my erotic pictures, and attached a few naughty ones with my next message.
“Oh Johnny, I get so weak and horny when I listen to you. My body is trembling and my mind is spinning. You are the answer to my prayers; you are the sunshine of my life. Oh baby, you are the fulfillment of my innermost desires and fantasies. I crave with all my being to be yours once again.”
“Oh mother, I am so thrilled, I want to see you again, soon I hope! I strongly believe we still can create magic. I have been watching mom/son porn movies for all those years, jerked myself off and fantasized the people in the movies were you and me, mommy.
The pictures you sent in your previous email are exactly how I remembered you always, sexy and seductive. I love it so much when you show me your body. God you are gorgeous mom, even still today! You look so ripe and mature now. I am so turned on when I look at you; the way your round beautiful tit is peeking out of your sexy negligee, your nipple so hard and perky. And those gorgeous puffy pussy lips of yours, hmm, I wish I could smell, lick and eat them right now.
Oh god mom, I am hardly ever at home; my work takes me all over the world. But I will be back in about two weeks. What do you think mommy, could we meet then?”
My head was spinning out of control. I was drunk with lust and desire. I ran in the bedroom to retrieve my dildo. I replaced my comfortable office chair with a wooden one, and suction cupped my dildo on to it. Hastily I ripped off my panties and lowered myself onto the dildo. In slow motion I moved up and down on it, pleasuring myself, fantasizing about Johnny. Envisioning what it would be like seeing him again after all those years. I was so hot and horny and fucked myself real good, and reached a climax very quickly. After the initial itch was satisfied, I slowly started typing my email to him:
“Oh my god baby, this would be absolutely wonderful! But I must tell you, I am no longer that young, hot horny mommy I was back in those earlier days. Going through menopause has taken its toll. I have put on some weight, my estrogen and progesterone levels have dropped considerably and therefore my vagina doesn't produce the abundance of natural lubricant anymore. I no longer can reach that high plateau of ecstasy, where I use to have up to ten orgasms just seconds apart.
But I still masturbate quite regularly and enjoy vaginal and anal sex like I always did. Well, especially anal sex, it still drives me crazy and makes me squirt like nothing else can. And I must admit, our correspondence got me so extremely worked up and really awakened my lustful desire for you again. You always gave me shivers and goose bumps and satisfied me like no other man. Just envisioning you and me together again sends electric currents throughout my entire body.”
I sent the message off and continued riding my dildo, increasing my tempo, rubbing my clit with one hand, while I was tweaking and pinching my nipple with my other one. Oh god, I wished so badly I had skype, instead having to send messages back and forth. Then SONNY popped up on my screen again.
“Damn, you excite me so much mom! When I come back I want to visit you at home, in the house of incest and relive those good old days. I want to come in your bedroom and see you dressed in that same red sexy negligee you are wearing in one of the picture you sent to me. And I want you to open your legs and show me those unforgettable pussy lips of yours. I want to see the pink velvety inner walls of your vagina glistening with excitement because your baby boy is standing there watching you and showing you his erect cock, the one you love so much and want to suck and fuck, don’t you mommy? Oh god, I am so turned on, I am sitting here stroking my big aching cock. I wish you could see it.” Oh yeah, fuck I wish I could!
While reading those lines I fucked myself, bobbing up and down on my dildo like an African tribe dancer in a trance, totally consumed by lust. I could feel my own lubrication getting more abundant, just by knowing he still wanted me so badly. I was torn apart, not sure what I should do first, make myself cum again, or answer him. Totally flustered I tried to collect my thoughts, to compose another email.
“Oh Johnny, my love; my desire is for you to come home to mommy, so I can embrace you, touch you, smell and taste you. I crave to kiss and lick you all over your gorgeous body. I want to suck your delicious cock and eat your semen. I want to spoil you with all my tools; my tongue and mouth, my wet pussy and my tight ass, straddle you front and backwards and give you the ultimate enjoyment life has to offer. I want you to ejaculate and splash your hot jizz all over my mouth and tits; just like you use to do.”
“Oh fuck, mom, that’s my desire as well. I can’t wait to see you! I would let you do all that to me and more. I want to be your lover again! I always had a special erection for you mom.
Oh fuck, I am on the verge of cumming…oh yeaahh! Oh fuck… I am blowing all over my laptop…Oh damn; you really do it to me every single time……Wooww, what a huge load. The biggest I had for quite some time. Uuffff.”
Reading that last message drove me over the edge and made me reach an unbelievable strong climax, so powerful and mind shattering, that my body was shaking uncontrollably. My mind was totally blown away and satisfied I collapsed forward onto my desk. Then there was silence.
About four minutes later another message from SONNY
“Oh mom, that was amazing, absolutely thrilling! Its night here and I need to get some sleep, and I will be dreaming of you .Good night mommy, I love you! Sweet kisses all over you.”
“Good night baby, I love you too. And I am sure I will be dreaming of you as well my love.”
The next morning, before having breakfast I rushed to my laptop. I was compelled to know if there was another message. When I saw SONNY
in my mailbox, my heartbeat instantly accelerated and my pussy twitched. I inhaled a long deep breath, and slowly let it back out. I just stood there staring at this word for a while.
It’s hard to explain, but it felt as if this was the most amazing picture I've ever laid my eyes on, so mesmerized I was by this simple word: SONNY
. That simple name all of a sudden signified such an immense importance. Even now at my age, I felt young and giddy like a teenager in love. My whole body felt as if was invaded by an army of ants.
I stared it the screen for a good 5 minutes, savoring this image and took it in like an invigorating elixir. Totally excited and nervous I finally clicked on.
“Good morning mom. How did you sleep? To tell you the truth, I didn't sleep well at all; I was just so excited by the prospect of seeing you again, and stayed awake for hours just fantasizing about our first meeting. God mom, you can not imagine all the scenarios which have been going through my head.
Oh mommy, I want you so bad! It’s been so long, I want to be your little boy again!
I was thinking, maybe the first time we meet, you could come to my place. We could pretend we are still young and you come in my room and seduce me, just like you did the first time we had sex, remember?
In my minds eye I see you coming silently in my room to seduce me, starting by uncovering my body and taking my cock into your mouth and making it slowly hard, until I realize that it's you and it becomes huge and hard like a rock. Then you sit on me, putting your beautiful breasts in my mouth so I can suckle them, while you take my cock in and out of your pussy. You bounce up and down on me, and I hear you moaning while riding my cock. Then you look into my eyes and you let yourself go and your hot juices flow all over me. It feels so warm and wet, and excites me to no end, and I feel like cumming too. But you tell me to wait because you want to take my hot cum into your mouth, which you do right after you finished cumming all over me. You swallow my cum and tell me how good it tastes. Then you kiss me lovingly, whisper in my ear how much you love me, and then you go silently back to your room.
Oh I know you must think I am crazy, and yes I admit I am. I am crazy about you. I am so fucking horny and my cock is so hard, just from envisioning you doing this to me! Oh god, I have to jerk myself off again and blow a big load of sperm all over myself.”
Here it was only 7:00 am in the morning; I haven’t had my coffee yet. I was so fucking turned on; I haven’t had a wet pussy like this for years. I needed to pleasure myself again. I suction cupped my dildo back on the chair and rode it with a fury, making myself cum at least three times.
I guess it just takes a special man like Johnny to get my juices flowing. Well, like he always said, nothing is more wicked and dirtier than fucking your own mother, and good grief, do I want to be fucked by him again.
It must be the deep love I've always felt for him and this forbidden unholy union, which gives it that vicarious thrill. I certainly never ever experienced such wicked horniness with any other man, not even with the crazy interludes I just recently had with my Grandson and his friends, or those other people I met on my drive back home.
I quickly wrote back to him:
“Oh baby, you are right, this sounds crazy but so damn tempting and alluring. I can hardly wait for the day to arrive to hold you in my arms again. Here is my address….”
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