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Life hasn't always been easy for me. Getting through college was a struggle, especially when I found out I was pregnant. Needless to say, the young man who was the child's father suddenly wanted nothing to do with me. I can't say I was all that surprised. He wasn't someone I considered "husband material". Things actually turned out for the best, though, especially after I graduated not long after my son's birth.
It didn't take long for me to land a job in a top firm. Things were looking up. After a few years I was even able to purchase a home in a secluded upper-class subdivision in a beautiful rural area. I rarely saw my neighbors since each home sat in a large plot of land that was heavily forested save for the main grounds where each home sat.
Ryan was an adorable child. Thankfully he didn't look anything like his father. He had inherited his good looks from my side of the family. Every time I looked at him I fell completely, utterly in love with him. He was the one thing that kept me going through the rough times.
I had dated a few men after moving into our new home. For some reason none of the men seemed all that keen on becoming involved with a single mother. At least I found out how they felt before I had sex with them. Masturbation was the only relief I had for the unbearable sexual tension that seemed to build. Now in my mid 30's I was experiencing that upswing in sex drive most women of my age do. It's great if you have an outlet for it, but frustrating as hell if you don't.
One Friday night after another disappointing date I came home to find Ryan watching tv. I gave him a big hug, then cupped his handsome face between both hands. Gazing into those amazing sapphire blue eyes of his, I said with a soft laugh, "Thanks for being the one and only man that really loves me, Ryan." I gave him a kiss on the cheek, then added "I'm going up to take a shower. Want to watch some horror movies after I'm done?"
"Sure mom," he replied. Ryan was now 14 and a very handsome boy for his age.
He had several girls his age calling, though he had never gone out with any of them. I suppose they were attracted to his muscular, yet lean body. His physique coupled with that shock of dark hair with one lock that always seemed to fall forward just over his forehead gave him the brooding, dark good looks that so many women seemed to go for.
After stepping into the steaming hot water I allowed myself to shed a few tears of self-pity. So many men out there, but none seemed interested in taking it further. I couldn't, and wouldn't, be with someone who didn't love my son as much as I did. The tears stopped after only a few moments though. I would not allow myself to sink into depression. Although I was single, I had most than many women my age. A handsome, intelligent son who loved me and a great job as well as a home that was already paid for.
Romance be damned! I snorted derisively to myself as I stepped from the shower. Toweling my body and hair dry, I spent a few minutes applying scented body lotion. Nothing like the scent of jasmine and sandalwood to bring me back to my senses!
Pulling a white terrycloth robe around my body, I belted it loosely then stepped into the hallway. The usual hour-long shower had been cut drastically short since I wanted to spend more time with my son. That's probably why I saw and heard what I did. Ryan's bedroom door stood partially open. I could hear muffled groans and a faint slapping sound coming from his room.
You've heard the old saying curiosity killed the cat? Curiosity gave me something so special that I have no words to describe it. As I approached Ryan's room to investigate I saw his reflection in a full-length mirror that hung on the closet door which stood opposite the room's door. My mouth fell open as I saw my son standing just inside the doorway furiously masturbating. His cock was more than ample, a deep red from being so roughly stroked. A forbidden twinge of lust ran through my body. Spellbound, I watched as his hand moved faster. His hips moved erratically in a sinuous, though awkward, imitation of fucking.
Then he began to talk again, words muttered between groans. "Mom...mommy! Pleeeasse! Let me fuck you...unnnggh...harder...pleeassee..." My baby seemed to be in pain as he struggled to reach orgasm. For some reason, the harder and faster he stroked, the more swollen his cock became but no ejaculation. Surely he'd reach orgasm soon? I asked myself.
After nearly ten minutes my son gave up in frustration. His hair and face were damp with perspiration. His arms and legs trembled weakly, but his cock seemed to swell even larger. By now the head was nearly purplish blue and he seemed to be in agony. That's when I decided to step in. I could not let him suffer any longer. What sort of mother that make me?
"Ryan, are you ok?" I called out softly as I stepped into the room.
"Mom!" he nearly screamed. "I-I'm not dressed!"
My eyes fell to his groin then I looked into his eyes. "Honey, what's wrong? You're hurting!" Stepping closer I reached out to gently examine his impossibly swollen cock. Cool fingers stroked the pulsating shaft. Perhaps he suffered from priapism? I hoped not since I knew the remedy for that was not very pleasant.
The instant my fingers touched his cock Ryan groaned. His shoulders slumped weakly as he leaned against me. "Mom...please don't!" he whispered.
I knew he didn't mean what he said. My son wanted my hand on his cock, he wanted to fuck me. I had heard it with my own ears. The instant I touched his cock his lean hips thrust forward in an attempt to bury that aching phallus in my hand's grip.
"You're shaking all over, Ryan. Lie down on the bed," I whispered.
Guiding him to the bed was an easy task. It appeared he was more than willing. The only clothing he had on was a pair of pajama bottoms drooping around his ankles. Those were removed before he took a step toward the bed. As he lay on the bed, still trembling and perspiring, I looked over his nude body with pride. His body was muscular yet not overly so. Lean hips with just a light furring at the base of his cock, none at all on those heavy balls. His cock looked as if it had been carved from granite. A sculpture made with the beauty that only an artist can give. It was beautiful--fully eight inches in length, as well as quite thick. A delicate network of veins were woven beneath the skin with two large, pulsating ones spidering around and up the shaft.
"Mom! Please...please help me, it hurts!" Ryan groaned. His eyes caught mine, boring into my very soul. All the pain, pent up lust, and unrequited love my son felt poured into my heart and soul in that one glance. I knew what he needed. There was only one thing that would relieve his suffering. It would take our love to a new taboo plateau that few could understand.
The tie to my robe was released in an instant. A pool of white terrycloth formed about my feet. I stood naked before my son, nipples and pussy throbbing. Already a trail of moisture began to leak from the molten maternal womanhood that had given birth to my son. It was the same womanhood that would now make him a man. I straddled Ryan's body. His hands found their way to my breasts instintively. We kissed for the first time, tongues dancing and twining, as I slowly eased his cock into my aching pussy. The swollen spear spread me wide--the first time I had been intimate since his birth.
Ryan's reaction was instantaneous. His hips arched upwards as his fingers clawed the mattress. Head tossing wildly on the pillow he actually began to sob as I took his full length inside me. I stopped for a moment to savor his sweet lips, caress his body, whisper words of love and encouragement. Without being told I knew he needed reassurance. It came in the only way I knew would soothe his fears. My nipple found its way to his mouth where he latched on instantly. The deep suckling caused my cunt to contract forcefully.
"Ryan! Baby..."
Though awkward at first our lovemaking was a delicate ballet of lust and love. Our bodies moved together as though made for one another. His cock filled me perfectly, almost too big, but perfect in every way. The engorged crown seemed custom made for my body as it rubbed deliciously against every sensitive area deep within the clenching channel that grasped it. Ryan suckled vigorously the entire time we made love. He sobbed with relief as I rode him slowly. There was not need to hurry. We had all night. As pleasure began to crest I felt his cock pulsate inside me. It wouldn't take long for my baby to lose control. I wanted his semen deep inside me where it belonged.
The pace picked up as I sought to bring my son to orgasm. Already my own body had been catapulted into several wonderful climaxes. An orgasm was building, one I wanted to share with my son. The wet slapping of flesh against flesh filled the room with an erotic melody. I could hear his cock slide back and forth in my wet fuckhole. I was already impossibly wet. His crotch was drenched in my juices. I began to ride faster, jamming my hips down until Ryan's cockhead pressed painfully deep. My clit throbbed as it ground against his pubic bone. Please kept building, higher, then higher still...we both exploded together.
Our cries of joy filled the air as our bodies froze. I could feel his cock pumping forcefully inside me. Each powerful burst of semen was pumped right against my cervix. Already I began to think the unthinkable--what if he gave me a baby? Made me pregnant? That made my pussy spasm even more powerfully around his cock. I realized I loved my son in a way that few people can understand. He was not only my son, but my lover and soulmate.
The blissful pleasure of that orgasm seemed to linger for hours. I remained lying on top of Ryan, our bodies lustfully joined. His cock was still amazingly hard inside me, though I felt a huge load of cum dribbling from my swollen hole. We talked about what had just happened. Ryan admitted he had thought about this for a few years now, but had been afraid to bring it up. I can understand his qualms. Society is narrow-minded in those regards. I'm just glad we've found each other now.
That first night together I taught Ryan quite a few things. He was able to examine my body at his leisure. Those fingers were quite adept in finding errogenous zones I had no idea existed. I also taught him several new positions. It seems he enjoys being in a modified missionary position with me lying on my back, knees drawn back to my breasts, my feet resting on his chest as he kneels with one knee on either side of my hips. He loves watching his cock slide into my body. For a young man of his age, Ryan has a definite ability when it comes to hard, fast fucking. Just that one time, in his favorite position, he managed to make me cum at least six times. By the end of the night my pussy was filled with his seed.
The end???
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