I recently turned forty-three, and to be frank, the big change is hitting me hard. While I'm experiencing the usual mood swings and hot flashes, the biggest effect by far has been on my libido. A lot of my days the last several months have been waiting anxiously to have the house to myself, so I can wank my brains out. My husband is good for the occasional decent fuck, but no more than that, him being about my age. This morning, I woke up extremely horny, to find he had already gone to work; though, as I rationalized, he probably wouldn't have been that much help anyway, as I fucked his brains out last night.

This only left our son, David, who's seventeen. This being summer, he's out of school and, it being a weekday, he wasn't due to work. To my relief, though, he announced during breakfast that he'd be hanging out with his friends for most of the day. As soon as he left, I practically ran to my room.

A little description of myself: I'm tall, blonde, and still have basically the same body I did in my early twenties, albeit somewhat shapelier, and this includes my breasts. I mention them because they have always been sensitive but, again, menopause has made them even more so.

On entering my room, I immediately unbuttoned my shirt and stripped down to my underwear, then stood in front of the bedroom mirror and, heart racing, I closed my eyes and started to feel myself up through my bra. Immediately, the feeling of arousal spread through my body, and my pussy started to get wet. Biting my lip, I groped myself harder, and I felt so hot I could've fingered myself to orgasm standing right there. It was at that moment that another pair of hands, manly hands, slid under mine, and started squeezing my breasts slowly but roughly.

"Honey!" I smiled, eyes still closed, "You're home early..." I placed my hands on his, and caressed them. Just then, I felt something familiar poke against my butt cheek. "Hm, didn't think you had anything left... Not after last night..."

I felt lips against my neck, and leaned my head into them. "Ooh, you haven't been this eager in years..." Now, I felt one hand slide down my stomach, and into my panties. When I felt the first two fingers enter my dripping hole, I almost came. The lips now moved to my earlobe, and began sucking it, while the fingers plunged in and out of my oozing cunt, first slow, then fast until, crying out loud enough to be heard all over the house, I came.

"Oh, God, baby, what's gotten into you?" As I caught my breath, the hand moved up, and I guided it to my mouth, so I could suck my juices off those fingers. Eyes still closed, I turned around and shoved my tongue in his mouth. As we made out, he continued to manhandle my breasts, while I rubbed his manly chest with one hand, and caressed his hard cock through his pants with the other. "Hm, did you take something, ba..." I opened my eyes, and immediately gasped. "Oh, my God, David! What are you doing?"

"Something came up, family thing."

"No, David, why are you feeling me up?"

"What can I say, Mom? You're fucking hot!"

"N... David, do I really have to explain to you how fucked up this is?"

"You seemed to like it..." My son again kissed me. "When you thought..." And again. "I was Dad..."

"No... David... We can't..." I tried to resist, but my body was already primed for this. It didn't help that, well, my son is fucking beautiful. "We can't... do this..."

"Dad's not here, Mom. But, I am."

"David..." I whispered. Seeing no choice but to give in, and perhaps being so turned on by the situation, I continued to kiss him and rub his hardness through his pants.

My son, meanwhile, continued to knead my breasts, and buried his face between them. At one point, he pulled down the cup on one of them, and started to suck the nipple. "Oh, God, my baby boy... Ooh, you're making me so hot..."

Eventually I unhooked my bra, and pulled it off, allowing him full access. As he squeezed and kissed my breasts, I then grabbed the bottom of David's shirt, revealing his young, manly chest to me, and that he'd been sweating, as the smell hit me, turning me on even more. "Lean back, baby..." I then whispered.

My son braced himself on a chair behind him, as I started to caress and kiss his bare chest, pausing occasionally to gently suck one of his nipples. "God, Mom... You're so fucking sexy."

I then knelt down and, looking up at him and licking my lips, I again massaged his hardness through his pants, before finally unzipping them. My heart was racing as I pulled his pants and boxers down, knowing what I was about to see. I actually let out a groan as I saw my son's hard cock for the first time.

"Very nice..." Leaning in and grabbing the base, I touched the tip of my tongue against the tip of David's cock, then wrapped my lips around it, and began sucking him off.

"Aaahhh, Mom..." As hard as it was when I started, I could feel my son's throbbing member getting harder in my mouth. The head was swelling up, and oozing pre-cum, which my tongue lapped up gratefully. Now fully leaning on the chair, my son rubbed between his thighs, moaning as my mouth enveloped his cock, taking more of it in with every pass. As I continued to suck him, my son's moans got more vocal, and he started to gently fuck my mouth. Eventually, he gasped, "Mom? Can I fuck your tits?"

Smiling, I straightened up so my chest was level with my son's area. "Of course..." Leaning forward, I wrapped my tits around his hard cock, and began to jerk him off with them.

Now, as I said before, menopause has made my tits more sensitive, but I had no idea how sensitive until I had my son's cock between them, thrusting into my sternum. "Oh, fuck! Ooh, David!"

I've heard of women having actual orgasms just from having their breasts played with, but wasn't sure I believed them until now, as I immediately felt the climax coming. "Oh, God!" Soon enough, the pleasure from my ultra-sensitive breasts reached my vagina, and I had the most intense orgasm I'd had in a long time, so much so I almost collapsed in front of my son. Only a moment later, David started grunting, and his cock erupted all over my chest.

"Oh...fuck..." Leaning back, I began rubbing my son's cum into my breasts, especially into my nipples.

As David caught his breath, he gasped, "You want me to eat you?"

I hopped onto the bed and started to take my panties off before my son placed his hand on mine. "No." He then knelt in front of me and started to lick me through my panties.

"Huh..." I gasped vocally, face immediately contorting. "Oh, My God..." I started trembling and breathing choppily, as I felt my son's tongue caress me through the fabric of my panties. "Oh, God, David..." Hands shaking, I lay back and again started rubbing and squeezing my tits. Eventually, David pulled my panties aside and began to lick my now clammy pussy, slowly working his tongue inside my oozing slit. "God, you're seventeen! How the fuck are you so good at this?" David inserted his fingers in me, and started sucking my clit, and within seconds, I was bucking my hips. "Oh, God! Ooh! Fuck!"

As I recovered, David came up, and I proceeded to lick my juices off his lips and tongue as we kissed. I then felt the tip of his dick rubbing up and down my slit, causing me to shiver slightly. "Do it, Son!"

"I love you, Mom."

"I love you, too, David." My body then tensed up, and I let out a long groan as I felt his swollen member enter me. "Ohh, fuck..." I groaned more vocally, as my son started to thrust into me.

"God, you feel good, Mom." As my son thrust harder into me, I grabbed his shoulders and dug my nails into his skin. He sped up even more, and I again felt how sensitive my tits had gotten, as they whipped up and down.

"OH, GOD!!!" I screamed like I was being tortured, as a combination of pain and pleasure shot through my body. When it got too intense, I grabbed my tits, letting out the most blood-curdling of screams that, if anyone outside the house heard it, they surely would've assumed someone was being murdered.

"Oh, my God, Mom, are you okay?"

"Fuck..." I croaked, gasping for breath, visibly sweating, "Do that...again..."

Not questioning it, my son started again, and I again grabbed his shoulders, this time digging my nails in so hard I almost broke the skin. As the second paingasm hit me, my body started jerking involuntarily, and I realized I was experiencing convulsions. When this happened, I pulled David down to me, and just about sucked the life out of him.

"Okay, seriously, Mom, are you sure you're alright?"

I smiled back at him, now dripping with sweat, soaking the sheets under me, and whispered, "I'm better than alright, my love..." I then grabbed him by his hair, which was as soaked as mine. "Can you do something for me?"

Moments later, David was lying behind me, kissing my neck and shoulders, as he guided his cock into my sweaty, expectant asshole.

"Yesss..." I groaned gutturally, as I felt it go in. In my forty-three years, I had never had a guy's cock in my ass, because I was afraid it would hurt, but with my sudden love of sexual pain, I wanted to experience it. "Don't be gentle with me, David...I want it to hurt..." At that prompting, David grabbed my tits hard and began thrusting into me violently.

"OOH! YES!" I was right. It hurt. A lot. I could tell David was really getting into it, not only by how hard he was fucking me, but the way he dug his nails into my tits, every bit as hard as I did with him, and he even started biting my shoulder.

Suddenly, I did something neither of us expected, and started pissing on the bed. Not spraying. Pissing. It was shortly after that I again came, this time too hoarse to scream and, seconds later, David let out a loud groan, and I felt his cock erupt inside my now raw asshole.

After we caught our breath, barely able to move, I rolled onto my back and grabbed my son's arm. "Kiss me, lover..." Probably almost as sore as me, David leaned over, and we kissed for a long time, embracing each other's sweaty bodies.