Jaylen, Male, 12

	- Son of Dawn

	- 4'6, tanned beige skin, short dark-brown hair

Dawn, Female, 35

	- Mother of Jaylen

	- 5'3, tanned beige skin, straight medium-brown hair over shoulders

"Mommy?" my son called to me from the open glass slider. I was reading a steamy romance novel beside the pool, reclining, a little horny, enjoying a day off for the first time in two weeks from my job as a waitress. My tan was coming in nicely, and I'd removed my bikini top to help blend my browning skin with the paler flesh on my breasts.

"What is it, Hun?" I answered, turning back to look at my son, Jaylen. The twelve-year old was wearing just a pair of white briefs, the material tented like it did so often those days. I grinned.

"It's doing it again..."

I chuckled, "So I see. I'll be right there..." My son's erection had become a special, taboo treat for me the last few months, and given that I was already wet and horny, it was really nice to have such a readily-available way to get myself off. I paused just long enough to remember how we'd gotten to that point.

- - -

Around eight months earlier, just before Jaylen turned twelve, he'd been sleeping poorly and encountered some noticeable declining of his performance in school. I'd talked with him, as had his teachers, a guidance counsellor, and even the boy's doctor. The latter had found nothing medically odd, suggesting it might just be the onset of puberty causing sleep disruptions and classroom distractions. He'd seen it often, the doctor told me, it would pass.

It didn't pass fast enough, and Jaylen was suffering for it. His insomnia left him cranky, disoriented, and disinterested in normal activities. I'd even taken the reluctant step to call the boy's father for help, but the man was as gruff and dickish as always, barely talking with his son over the phone before excusing himself and disappearing again from Jaylen's life.

It wasn't unusual for Jaylen or me to walk around my house in only underwear. Panties for me, no bra, and stock white briefs for my son. It was comfortable, and I never saw a problem with it, dressing more conservatively only when he had a friend over or, on rare occasions, when I did the same. Because of that, I began to notice that Jaylen's briefs appeared to bulge regularly.

I wasn't naive, of course. I knew what was happening, and by the time Jaylen had turned twelve, I'd even had an idle curiosity. I hadn't seen my son naked in a couple of years, I wondered, now that he was probably just a few months away from puberty, whether his genitals had started to develop. Given the tenting I saw, it was obvious Jaylen's penis had grown in the years since I'd last seen it.

I don't know why my thought became so sexual towards my son, but I regularly masturbated thinking it might be fun to pull down Jaylen's briefs and look on him again. Maybe even suck on him. On rare occasions, I even imagined letting my son penetrate me. God, I got off so hard during those fantasies!

After he'd turned twelve, and after too long with Jaylen failing to thrive in school, I took him to a specialist, and the woman spent over an hour talking to my son and to me. After examining him, the doctor told me that he was likely within six months of puberty, essentially agreeing with the earlier thoughts of Jaylen's general care provider: it was normal and would pass.

I let slip that I'd noticed the twelve-year old was regularly erect, trying to confirm that it seemed likely he was getting into puberty, but I tried to press the woman to offer some other help. I asked about medications to help him sleep. Given how vital sleep was to all aspects of life, Jaylen's restless nights had compounded all his other difficulties in the months before puberty.

Instead of following up and suggesting medications, the woman instead asked me if Jaylen had started masturbating. I nearly creamed myself right then to the thought, but I held it together enough to tell the doctor that I didn't think so. I did his laundry, was often in his room. I saw no signs anywhere that the boy was doing such things.

Very professionally, the woman asked, "Dawn, I can't directly suggest this... but... sometimes masturbation at that age can actually help a bit. So much going on in the brains and bodies of boys and girls that age... it's like a release valve."

I stammered, not believing that the doctor was suggesting my son masturbate, but not horrified, either, "B-but... do I just tell him to touch himself?"

The woman suggested, "I'd be glad to talk to him about it, in very general terms, just to tell him it's normal, nothing else. I doubt boys or girls need much beyond that to figure things out."

"No," I said, "I... I think that's something I should discuss with Jaylen."

The doctor agreed that would be best and told one of the office assistants to gather up a couple of pamphlets about the subject for me before my son and I left.

I did talk to Jaylen about it that evening. He was a little nervous, but clearly interested. Not believing the words I spoke, I even offered to show him how to do it.

With eyes wide, my son had watched me slide his pants down to his thighs. Springing free, his four-inch hairless cock bobbed up and stood at attention, rock hard but the softness of youth clear along his length. My mouth watered, but I tried to avoid doing more than I'd said, showing him over several minutes how to touch himself. His warm little cock was such a delight to hold and gently stroke.

My son's orgasm was amazing. He grunted and jerked, my fingers wrapped firmly around his dick. Only a thin drop or two bubbled out the tip of his penis when Jaylen orgasmed, but it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Moments later, I was in my bathroom, rapidly fingering myself to orgasm on the toilet and sniffing my fingers which had just been wrapped around my own son's dick. I smelled him, intoxicated by the boy flesh scent still on my skin.

Needless to say, I was hooked, and so was my son. I jerked him off a second time that night. The next morning, he told me he'd slept all night long for the first time in weeks. I knew, without a doubt, how to help my son.

It became a regular part of our lives, me masturbating my twelve-year old son to orgasm before bed. Within a couple of weeks, I added my mouth to the act, sucking him, his flesh often salty and meaty and sweet like only a little boy's penis could be. I tasted the thin bubble of slick wetness which usually rose up when he came, but it would be several more weeks before the first creamy juices were actually spurting from him. That night was another magical moment for me, my son's jizz shooting in my mouth, salty and pungent and slippery, the orgasm an especially satisfying one for Jaylen. I let his semen sit on my tongue, savoring the taboo thrill of letting my little boy orgasm in my mouth before swallowing his load.

God, I loved the taste of my son's spunk! I didn't know if it actually had any sperm in it, Jaylen's semen, because his body, though maturing, was still not yet in full puberty. No hairs down there. His balls and cock were quite hairless, and though his genitals were larger than the months before, they still looked like those of a preteen boy.

But his spunk tasted pungent and salty and fresh and I swallowed all of it he could shoot, often twice in one night.

Over those weeks, Jaylen's sleep was excellent and his teachers reported that his performance had returned to necessary levels, even exceeding expectations at times.

I suppose part of me worried about what I was doing to my son. It was incest, of course, the intimacy with my son. But what else was I to do? It was working, perfectly, in fact. Maybe I could have just taught him to masturbate and left it at that, but I found that my desire for my son grew stronger and stronger the more times we shared. We'd even begun to kiss. I taught him to fondle my breasts, and Jaylen seemed delighted to do so. I loved when he suckled my tit like he had when he was a baby.

But even worried, knowing the risks, I wanted more. I loved being intimate with my son. Not only did I enjoy him as a maturing male partner, but the fact that he was my son made everything even more thrilling. I knew I wasn't supposed to touch him that way, that putting my boy's penis in my mouth was wrong in so many ways, but it felt so right to both of us. Jaylen adored me and our time spent in his bed or mine. He was thriving again, and I knew it was our fun times which were the cause.

- - -

I'd decided to cross another line with my son, one I'd really been debating. Sure, I'd sucked and swallowed him, shared deep kisses with him, let him suck my boobs, but I'd not yet introduced his mother's genitals to him. The time had arrived in that moment when I rose from the deck lounger and followed my son into his bedroom.

As was normal, Jaylen was already naked and waiting for me by the time I got there. He was on his back on his bed, penis bobbing hard over his groin. I smiled to see that lovely rod ready for me. "Jaylen," I said, putting my hands on the edge of my bikini bottoms, "I want to share something new with you today... something I think you're going to love. Do you want to put your penis inside me today?"

I'd told my son about sexual intercourse over the weeks of our play, explaining how babies were made, but so far, I'd not attempted it with him, holding off until I could no longer resist the idea. I didn't even worry that I was currently ovulating, I wanted him raw and natural, and I drooled excitement at the thought of my son finishing inside me.

Jaylen nodded, eyes wide, "Like... making babies, Mommy?"

I grinned, "Yes, like making babies. You want to try it?"

He nodded more vigorously.

This wasn't the time to teach him to eat me or even to worry about foreplay. Jaylen and I had been enjoying foreplay for months, as far as I was concerned. No. I'd made my decision and Jaylen had consented. I needed my son inside my vagina. I'd not had a man in me in many years, and I was creaming myself at the thought of Jaylen's cock sliding into my cunt.

"Stand over here a moment," I instructed him. Jaylen stood from the bed, keeping his cock pointed right at me. I crawled onto his bed, rolled to my back, then quickly drew away my bikini bottoms.

I was wet, I knew, and Jaylen's eyes stared right between my legs. I quivered with anticipation, finally showing my most private flesh to my son. I felt both vulnerable and powerful, spreading my legs wide, offering Jaylen a long glance at the delights between his mother's thighs, then motioned him to me.

Jaylen crawled on his knees until he was a foot away from me. "Like, uh... I dunno what to do, Mommy..."

I smiled at him, taking his shoulders in my fingers and encouraging him to continue moving up the bed. Soon, Jaylen's thighs were between mine, his throbbing hairless penis warming my flesh just a couple of inches from my glistening opening. I kissed his lips and shuddered, "I'm so horny, son... I really want you inside me..."

Reaching between us, I touched his penis then wrapped my fingers around it. He looked incredibly aroused, watching what I was doing with his head turned down sharply. I used my feet and calves to pull myself up against him, letting his cock throb right against my slit a moment. I moaned lightly, then pushed the head of my son's penis right into my vagina. "Mmmmmmm..." I groaned with delight.

It felt hot and slippery. My own son's dick was inside me! And it was only an inch inside. I wrapped my legs tighter around his thighs and settled myself back down. "Thrust in and out..."

Jaylen's movements were jerky and awkward at first, but I creamed my son's dick anyway. God, it was so naughty to take my son into my body like that! I'd taken his virginity right then. His own mother!

I started to roll my body to help guide him, using my hands to suggest the movement of his hips. Jaylen caught on, resting on my body as I kissed his cheek, moaning into his ears, "Oh, Jaylen... My sweet son... Ohhhh... yesss... mate with me, son... mate with me, Jaylen..."

I loved telling him naughty things, and I felt my son's penis swelling inside me as his movements grew more steady and smooth.

Letting go one of my son's shoulders, I slid a hand down my side and then between our bodies. Jaylen rose up on one elbow, giving me better access. His lovely, hot cock plunged in and out of my pussy, and I was so fucking wet. It was the most amazing sensation, a twelve-year old hairless penis thrusting in and out of me like that. Not just any penis, my son's penis! I creamed him all over again when I started to twirl my throbbing clit.

"Mommy... Mommy... it's... it's happening..."

That's what my son always said before he orgasmed. I could feel his hips tensing and his cock was probing deeper into my body. I clamped my vagina around his penetrating rod and immediately began to climax, shards of glass slicing from my clit and rushing beyond, drawing red pleasure as the shards exploded outward. I creamed my son, my gushing juices causing his thrusts to sound wet and squishy. "Oh, God, son! Uhn.... Uhn... Uhnnnnnn... Oh, son!"

Jaylen's hips rocked tightly and he swelled in me as I came. "Mommy!" My son gritted his teeth which he always did as he orgasmed. "Rrrrrrrrr... rrrrrrr... rrrrrrrrr-uhhhhhh... Rrrrrrrrrrr..."

He was doing it! My own son was emptying his nuts in my vagina! I clamped him tighter, riding his body as he humped mine. I could feel Jaylen's hairless cock throbbing as it spit thin ropes of semen inside me. God, what a sensation! My son was cumming in my pussy!

I rode him as long as he stayed hard, churning his juices and mine into a lovely, slippery froth. I kissed my son passionately, his penis staying inside me even as it deflated a little. Soon, just the head was still lodged in my body and I tried to will it to stay in place, not wanting to lose that intimate connection to my son. His semen was leaking out a little, cooling between my buttocks. I wrapped him tight, whispering my love for Jaylen.

After a few moments, I felt his penis throb once, then again seconds later. I giggled, whispering, "Want to do mate with me again?"

Jaylen nodded and smiled, "Uh-huh."

I spread myself wide again and used my thighs to pull him in, a satisfying surge of his flesh pushing inside me deeper. My pussy creamy and my son's cock rising a second time, I gazed with love in my eyes up at Jaylen. Mating with him was the very best thing in the world to me. I didn't even care that I was right in the middle of my cycle, the most fertile moments each month when I was ovulating.

That thought drifting through my head and Jaylen's hardening penis beginning to probe my semen-filled vagina, I closed my eyes and let the moment happen without any thoughts beyond the pleasure of my son being inside me.