Kindly written by Tom
(a disgracefully talented writer)
Jean's mind raced as she carried her son into the bathroom. The doubts that had been suppressed by desire during the intimate episode in Tommy's bed crept back into her head. She knew that what she did was depraved...bordering on sick. She had allowed her 8 year old to suckle her breast. She had tasted his urine, even swallowed it. She had put his little penis in her mouth and, as a result, caused him to ejaculate...and she had tasted his semen. And, finally, she had experienced her own orgasm as her baby boy urinated on her. But God, she thought, what an intense orgasm it was. Without so much as a touch to her vagina, Jean had come in waves, then collapsed on her son, unable to move. Despite her knowledge that she had committed terrible acts, the warm afterglow she now felt could not be denied. And she knew in her heart that she would repeat these acts, and much more. It felt so good. And, despite the fact that she knew they were wrong, they felt totally natural. Plus, the look of total contentment on her son's face as he looked up at his mother confirmed to Jean that he would enjoy this new closeness between them. There was no doubt in her mind that the taboo nature of what had transpired increased the level of excitement she felt. It made her feel so close to her son, who already felt like an extension of her. It seemed so special to share this awakening of desire with the most precious thing in her life. Jean realized that this was just the beginning and there was no turning back.
Jean sat on the edge of the tub, carefully holding Tommy as she turned on the water. As the tub filled, she rocked her baby, softly singing his favourite lullaby. His thumb went into his mouth. He was so small for eight. Tommy had thin, almost girlish, shoulders and arms. His ribs could be barely seen. His light pink nipples were tiny dots on his pale chest.. So lovely, Jean thought. She loved her little boy.
"No honey, here's something better", said Jean as she cupped a breast to his mouth. Tommy eagerly drew the hard nipple between his lips and began to suck. Jean stroked his hair as she felt the stimulation from her nipple course through her body, reaching her uterus in a rush. Tommy's mother closed her eyes and sighed. After collecting herself, Jean turned and lowered her son's urine scented body into the hot bath water. He sighed sweetly as the water covered him. Jean stood and gazed down at her naked son. Looking into his eyes, she let her robe drop from her shoulders. Hooking her thumb into the band of her panties, she slowly slid them down, revealing the thick dark bush of hair that covered her pussy. Even with the intimacy she had shared with her son, Jean was nervous about revealing her body to him. She anxiously looked for a sign of approval on his face. Jean needed her son to think she was attractive...needed him to want her as bad as she wanted him. She was rewarded by a big smile on his face. Tommy's eyes roved over his mother's shapely body. Her full breasts, which sagged ever so slightly; the nipples, large and dark. The swell of her belly, her full hips. Even in his youth, Tommy appreciated his Mum's mature beauty.
"You're pretty Mummy", Tommy whispered.
"Oh thank you Tommy. I'm glad you think so", Jean replied gratefully, "I think you're a very nice looking boy, too".
Tommy blushed and self-consciously covered his small penis, which Jean noticed with a smile, had begun to grow. He likes me, she thought, feeling like a silly schoolgirl. Who knew she would crave her son's desire like this. The very thought of Tommy's excitement caused a wetness between her legs.
"Honey, no need to be shy. I think we can be comfortable being naked together, don't you?"
"I guess so", Tommy replied as he slowly moved his hands away. Jean inhaled at the sight of her boy's hard little cock. In the bright light of the bathroom she could clearly see how perfect it was. The narrow head, topping the slight curve of his erection. Smooth, with no hint of the veins that adorned his father's member. His balls were shrunken by the water and looked like a walnut shell.
Desire ran through Jeans body. Suddenly she had a terrible need to share part of herself with her son. He looked so lovely in the tub. Something took control of Jean and put a thought in her head that, only an hour earlier, she would consider unthinkable. With glazed eyes, Jean stepped in the tub and stood over her son. His eyes now showed confusion as he watched his mother awkwardly squat over his chest. Her breathing became heavy and she gently grabbed a handful of his hair. Without hurting him, she raised his face towards her mat of brown pubic hair. Before Tommy knew what was happening, Jean let out a moan as a strong stream of her piss flew from her pussy and sprayed her baby's face. Tommy shut his eyes as the strong smelling fluid flooded them. He gagged slightly when the stream shot into his throat.
"Oh Tommy baby...please honey, drink Mummy's pee! Please drink it!", Jean begged, tears welling in her eyes as she committed this degrading act to her only son. She was filled with lustful guilt, needing her son to share in her depravity. Tommy answered her prayers by saying "Yes Mummy. I want it. I want your pee Mummy". He was truly her kindred spirit. Tommy gulped down her urine, and let it flow over his face and body. The tub was tinged yellow with Jean's piss. When the flow stopped, Jean lowered her dripping cunt onto her son's stiff little prick, making a little squeaking noise in her throat as it entered her. Tommy filled her more than Jean expected. She moaned with pleasure as she tightened her pussy, gripping it with her inner muscles. Savouring this moment Jean rested, afraid to put her full weight on his small body. As before in the bed, Tommy bucked his hips spasmodically. A moan escaped his lips and Jean felt small spurts of his semen in her cunt. She smiled, pleased that she had once again caused her son to orgasm, this time emptying his seed into her womb. She knew she would enjoy teaching him how to control his climaxes so as to enhance his pleasure, and hers. But she was satisfied for now.. Jean helped her son to his feet and knelt before him. With her hot tongue, Jean proceeded to lick her son. She cleaned the remnants of his cum from his cock. She loved the mixture of tastes...cum, pussy and pee. Even on her knees, she was tall enough to lick her pee from his chest. She lingered on his tiny nipples, loving their hardness. Finally she kissed him full on the mouth. Tommy hugged his mother. Jean rose and switched the control, causing the shower to rinse them both off.
"Here's the soap honey. You wash up and I'll go change the bed".
Jean left him to bathe, and went to prepare his bed. "Ah, what the heck", she said to herself, "I'll do that tomorrow. Tommy can sleep with me tonight". The very idea made her knees weak.
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