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Subject: {ASSM} So Soon They Grow Up (Chapter 1) 
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Date: Thu, 08 Oct 2015 05:10:01 -0400
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So Soon They Grow Up (Chapter 1)(  Incest)
 
    The music rocking the walls of  the shower.  Almost picturing the wet 
drops shimmering to the almost primal  beat.  My shouts for Terry to turn it 
down falling on deaf ears and most  likely muffled by the spray of the 
shower and closed door.  Taking a deep  breath and letting it out and then 
another.  Instead of a shower, I am  thinking of a rainforest with natives beating 
on their drums.
    Wondering why I don't take a  shower earlier or later, as I could stand 
and relax and enjoy the stinging spray  of hot water.  That boy of mine, at 
least he is home; but the trade off of  his thoughtlessness sometimes just 
too much to bear.  
    Turning off the water after  rinsing my hair and a shake of my head as 
I step out of the shower and into the  steamy room.  Reaching for a towel 
and quickly rubbing it over my body to  dry up the worse of the moisture, then 
taking a smaller towel and wrapping it  around my head as I reach for my 
robe.  Slipping it on and belting it as I  pull over the partially latched 
door.  Shaking my head as the music grows  louder.  No wonder the music sounded 
so loud.  Damn,  
    Closing the door to keep the  steam in the small bathroom, then walking 
down the hallway in my bare feet and  stopping at my son's door.  Tapping 
on it discreetly and waiting.   Then wrapping a little louder with my 
knuckles.  My head pounding with the  music as I turn the door knob and push it 
open into a room that looks like the  clothing was shot like confetti into the 
air to land on every stick of furniture  and floor space.
    His speakers vibrating on  shelves around the room and my brown haired 
son, rapt with attention to his  computer.  Walking into the room as I pr
epare to speak, then taking another  step to stand behind him.  Looking down at 
the computer screen and eyes  without my glasses focusing on the video and 
words on the screen.  My mouth  opening as I watch the movie playing out.  
Standing rooted behind him as  the young man/boy is fucking the older woman 
on the kitchen countertop.  My  eyes following the action till they are 
distracted by the movement of his hands  in his lap and I look over his shoulder. 
 Seeing his engorged penis being  jerked in his hands as his eyes are glued 
to the screen.
    I open my mouth to speak.   I start to reach to tap him on the 
shoulder; but hold back.  A blush of  embarrassment blossoming on my face and chest 
as I am really shocked to learn he  is watching pornography.  He is a 
teenage boy; but he is my boy.  I  would never dream of my sweet son watching 
something so crude.  My eyes  wandering down to the words in the lower right 
hand corner of the screen.   MomFuck.com.  
    Feeling my lips dry as I try to  decide what to do.  Afraid to be 
caught watching him watch the video; but  also knowing I need to address this 
behavior.  Back tracking to the door,  and then to the side to turn the music 
down to a normal level.  My eyes  swiveling back to meet his.  Seeing the 
look of guilt on his face and his  hand on the mouse.  The video flicking away 
to a web sight with a number of  boxes of older women with younger men.  
Then his hand just reaching to the  computer to turn off the machine cold.
    Holding my hand to the sides of  my robe as I take a deep breath.    
All to well realizing how  short my robe is and how high it is riding on my 
thighs and then how the cotton  is damp from the incomplete toweling.    
Looking down to see my  nipples dimpling the cotton material of my robe as I 
stand in front of my  son.
    "Terry.  I just saw a  glimpse of what you had on the computer, and I 
don't think it was part of  research for your homework."  Leaving the 
statement expectantly as I turn  to the stereo and turn it down and then back again 
to my son.     His face red, as mine most likely.  His pj bottoms, not 
quite hiding the  outline of his penis and the fact that he is excited.  And 
worse, I can see  a wet spot where he must be oozing from the tip.
    "Honey, I think we need to talk  about a few things when you feel up to 
it.  Maybe right now isn't the time;  but you might have some questions 
that I might answer or tell you where to get  the answer."
    "Okay, mom."  His words  high pitched as he tries to hide his "hardon" 
with his hands in his lap.   His eyes not meeting mine; but they are on me 
as I feel the stare of a  man.  Shivering a little as I realize that my son 
is looking at women just  like the other men are.  Sizing them up and 
wondering what it would be like  with the woman.  I don't think that my son's eyes 
and mind thinking that  when looking at me was ever something I had 
considered before.  He might be  male; but he is my son.
    "Well I just wanted you to turn  down the music.  I didn't mean to 
intrude.  Keep it under a  roar."  Smiling at him unsure of myself as I step 
back to the door.   "I have to finish drying my hair."  Obviously I had more to 
dry as moisture  is damping my robe and on my lower legs.  Slipping out of 
the room and back  to the bathroom to finish drying and powdering.
    Shocked at catching my son  masturbating to porn; but naive that I 
would expect other young men to  masturbate; but not my son.  Still feeling heat 
in my cheeks as I close the  bathroom door and slip my robe off again.  
    Looking in the full length  mirror as I grab my towel and see the small 
breasts still high on my chest and  the fully extended nipples looking 
oversized for the small globes.  Then  eyes dropping and seeing that my full 
labia are also looking fuller then  normal.  Another flush as I think that my 
son has this affect on me.   A deep ache rising as I brush the towel over my 
breasts and mound.   Wondering if I should take another shower, to relieve 
the tension building up in  my body.  And wondering if I want a nice warm 
leisurely shower or a quick  cold one.
    Settling for the fact that I  have not myself masturbated in a few 
weeks and maybe I need to take care of  myself tonight after I get into bed.  
Slipping my robe back on after using  talcum powder and my deodorant.  Running 
the brush through my hair and  pulling out the snarls as I finally find 
some semblance of calm.
    Not even realizing how loud the  music is again in my son's room as I 
stop at the door.  Then deciding it is  better I walk past, then to confront 
him and see something I shouldn't.   Finding a soft cotton nightgown and 
slipping it over my head and then belting my  robe as I walk back to the living 
room.  
    The TV just interference running  through my head as I think on what to 
do about my son and porn.  Should I  try to figure out how to put parental 
controls on what he does online, or let  his fascination with porn run its 
course.  Shaking my head, "it is normal  for a teenage boy to be looking at 
and being excited by the pictures and  videos."
    Over the next few days when the  sound is loud in his room I have 
knocked and he has opened the door.  So  maybe he has gotten past the porn and is 
back to being my sweet lovely  boy.  Things back to normal and thank god 
for that.
    The shower door actually  rattling in the track as the volume of 
"music" from the next room has reached a  fevered pitch.  Banging on the wall to 
get Terry's attention and then  shouting, nothing changing the loud pounding 
rhythm.  Rinsing off and  quickly belting my robe as I drip a trail to his 
room door again.  Pounding  on it loudly, not even starting with a gentle 
rap.  Whispering a "fuck" to  myself as I turn the handle of the door and I 
push it open.  
    My son sitting at his computer,  rapt in his attention to the video 
playing.  his earphones plugged in and I  am sure he is listening to something; 
but whether it is that music from his  stereo or the audio from the video 
on the screen I am not sure.
    What I am sure of is that he is  masturbating to the scene being played 
out.  His hard on sticking out the  top of his clenched hand.  The mushroom 
head swollen and dark.  A  clear goo oozing from the distended slit.  He is 
wearing a tee shirt; but  nothing below that.
    Watching as my eyes shift from  his lap to the video and back again.  
Watching the young boy on the screen  fucking an older woman.  And in a 
little bit able to figure out the  teenager is doing his mother.  The woman half 
clothed laying on the kitchen  table legs high and spread.  Watching as the 
spindly kid fucks the woman  older and bigger then the boy.
    My mouth opening and closing a  number of times, as I try to articulate 
my displeasure; but each time I can  see my son's body shivering as he 
strokes his young cock.   His  excitement increasing as his hand is speeding up 
it's motions. 
    Finally breaking the trance and  touching his shoulder with my hand.  
Feeling him jump in the chair and a  low scream issuing from his lips.  His 
eyes large saucers as he looks  at me and is speechless; but his hand 
continues to jerk his hard on as I reach  to stop the movement.  Mind wanting to 
stop; but his body beyond his  control.  My eyes watching his face, and then 
drawn to the finger wrapped  bundle in his lap, as a spurt of semin erupts 
from the piss  slit.  My eyes following it as it arcs into the air and lands 
on  the keyboard of his computer.  Another glut of white jism spewing and  
landing in wet warm puddle on my wrist.  
    His hand spasticly pumping out  two more shots of cum and then 
squeezing the oozing cream from the angry red  head.  My mouth open as I am totally 
speechless now.  Drawing my hand  away from him and looking down at the 
flushed face of my son.  His hands  now trying to conceal the still swollen 
boyish prick.  His lips quivering  as he tries to utter some explanation of 
disjointed words and thoughts.  
    Kneeling down in front of him  and taking his warm cheeks in my hands.  
Holding his face to look into my  eyes.   "It is okay Terry, it is normal 
for you to have these feelings  and needs."  My eyes moving to the screen and 
seeing the video of the young  boy and older woman.  "I don't think that 
your choice of videos is  appropriate.  I am sure you can find some of younger 
women."   Trying to convey to him that it is okay to have sexual desires; 
but not of older  women and more particularly, your mother.
    Looking to the video as it is  ending and the shot of the fresh cream 
oozing from the woman's vagina.   Catching my son looking also and then his 
eyes slipping from the screen to look  at me, below my neck at the opening of 
my robe.  One hand grasping the robe  closed as I take a deep sigh.  
    "We really must talk  Terry.  I wish I had a man to explain to you what 
is going on with your  body."  Pushing myself up from the floor, the robe 
opening again, gaping  above and below the loose belt.  Wondering what he has 
seen as I pull it  closed and the belt into a tight knot.
    "I have to dry myself and get  dressed, then we will talk downstairs.  
You might want to clean yourself up  a little and your keyboard also."  His 
eyes moving to the whitesh puddle  most likely seeping into the keys.
    Walking to the door and turning  to look back, his eyes still on me.  
Trying not to look; but  seeing he is still sporting a semi hard on.
    Closing it gently behind me and  walking back to the bathroom.  Seeing 
the wet foot prints on the floor as I  close the door behind me and climb 
back into the shower.  Absently  licking at the moisture on my wrist and 
tasting the salty cream.  Aghast at  myself as I realize what I have done.  
    Working the shower to a warm  spray and then soaping and cleaning 
myself with a bit more of attention as  I massage my hard nipples and my fingers 
find the cleft between my  legs.
    Leaning against the shower door  as I work my finger into and over the 
folds of my pussy.  My legs tense as  I feel a buildup of sensation.  So 
fucking close and then pulling my  fingers from my body and letting the warm 
spray calm down the need of my  flesh.   Too fucking long since I masturbated. 
 Much too  long.
    The terry cloth towels warming  my skin as I brush it hard to dry.  Not 
thinking as I talc my body and pull  the damp robe over the bare skin.  
Reaching to the door and pulling it  freely open.  I latched it solidly when I 
closed it.  
    The walk to my room quick as I  close the door and find my nightgown 
and a different robe.  The pounding  music, greatly muted.  Walking down to 
the living room and flipping on the  TV, then to the portable bar and fixing 
myself a glass of single malt  scotch.  Filling the glass and sitting down 
tucking my feet under  me.  Waiting for my son to come downstairs; but now on 
my second glass  of scotch and still no sign or movement from above.
    Checking the doors and turning  off the TV as I take my half full glass 
up to my room.  The sound of  music muted but still pounding.  Leaning 
against the door and thinking of  knocking; but then deciding to put off a talk 
till tomorrow.
    My robe now draped over a chair  as I lay down on my bed and think on 
this quandary, wondering why I am so unsure  of myself and what to say to my 
son.  It isn't as if I am a prude about  sex, even thought I haven't had 
much in the past few years.  Wondering if  maybe I need to masturbate more and 
the problem is mine and not my son's.   The night stand holding my toys 
readily available for  my use, just I haven't felt the urge lately.
    Reaching over as I set my drink  down and sliding the drawer open, then 
reaching in and finding a lifelike flesh  colored vibrator.  I know the 
feel of each of them by hand.    Fingering grasping the veiny shaft and holding 
it in front of my face.  A  catch of my breath as I look at it.  My nipples 
hardening as my fingers  caress the ersatz cock.  So wishing it was 
attached to a man as I lean over  and turn off my bedside light.  The soft light in 
the room now a deep  darkness as my eyes wait to adjust.
    Lifting the vibrator to my lips  and a soft kiss on the tip of the 
mushroom cap.  then closing my eyes and  rubbing the vibrator over the small 
mounds of my breasts, teasing the tips with  the rubbery skin of the cock.  
Pulling my nightgown up and letting the  night air blow over them as I slide 
the vibrator lower to stroke at my swelling  labia.  No need to lube the shaft 
as my tunnel is already churning out  moisture from my walls.  The video 
and my playing in the shower had already  fueled a need and kept it dormant; 
till the vibrator slips between the valley of  my pussy lips.  Riding it 
slowly along the puffy lips as I raise my legs up  and then spread them apart.  
Rocking my hips up and then spearing the  opening to my pussy with the fat 
knob.  Pressing with my heels to the bed  and forcing my hips against the 
vibrator, and then feeling it sinking into the  heat of my pussy.  
    My eyes going wide in the semi  darkness of the room as a soft moan 
escapes pass my pursed lips.  My thighs  shaking as the long thick shaft fills 
my hole.  My walls squeezing on it  and again.  Then arms extended, pulling 
it slowly from my opening and  pressing it in again.  Slowly building up the 
rhythm of the strokes.   My hips rising to meet the thrusts.  Then with a 
flick of my finger,  turning on the vibrator as it is buried deep.  Feeling 
my insides jerk at  the sudden movement.  My eyes rolling up in my head as I 
gasp with the  sensation.  A soft buzz of sound filling the room as I hold 
it deep for a  few seconds, then slide it out of my wet hole.  The sound 
louder as it  slips from my sheath.  The sliding it in again and again.  Using 
the  thumb of one hand to push it past my cunt lips.  My walls formed around 
the  vibrating shaft.  My other thumb finding the small button of my clit 
and  rubbing it gently as I rock and shake on my bed.
    My legs trembling as I flick the  switch to the next speed and the 
sound and movements increases.  My hands  fumbling as they push it in and grasp 
the slick shaft to pull it back out.   Working my lower lip with my teeth as 
I lift up and hold myself suspended off  the bed in a quick hard release.  
My hand holding the vibrator deep as my  walls spasm around the imitation 
cock.  My feet supporting my body, eyes  closed as I ride the orgasm that my 
body has so needed and so been lacking  recently.
    Taking a deep breath and then  another as my head rocks back and forth 
on my pillow.  Hearing the long low  growl issuing from my throat and my 
eyes opening as I bring myself back to the  room and open my eyes, after seeing 
flashes of light behind my  eyelids.
    The vibrator slipping slowly  from my relaxing pussy as I look through 
the crook of my raised  legs and  see my son staring at me.  The look on his 
face, shock, disgust, awe.   I have know way of knowing as the vibrators 
hum amplifies as it slides out of my  pussy and with a wet sound falls to the 
bed between my legs.
    The shock of seeing my son keeps  me speechless and frozen for a few 
seconds, and then lowering my legs and  placing my hand over my mound and 
breasts as I look up at him framed in the  doorway.
    My eyes trying to read his face  and then slipping to see the bulge in 
the front of his sleep pants.   Whatever else he thought of this moment, he 
is excited.  My hand moving  from my breasts and pulling at the covers of my 
bed, drawing them over my  nakedness as we still face each other speechless.
    The hum of the vibrator loud,  seeming to echo in the room as I 
scrabble with one hand to find it between my  legs and fumble to turn it off.  
Sitting up, sheet pulled to my neck, "I am  sorry, I did not mean for you to see 
me like this."  Apologizing for his  shocking entry into my bedroom.  Not 
thinking to ask why he came into the  room without knocking.
    "Wait, don't go yet," calling  him back as he turns to leave my room.  
Reaching to my nightstand and  fumbling on the light to relieve the stark 
brightness of the hallway light in my  bedroom door.
    "Let me explain."  Patting  the side of my bed, for him to sit.  "I 
know that I am your mother; but I  am also a woman who needs to have relief 
from........certain frustrations.   We need to talk about what you are watching 
on your computer."  Changing  from the one topic to the next without 
completely explaining what I wanted to  say.
    "Terry, I saw a few times what  you are watching on your computer.  I 
know that boys your age are curious  about sex and watch porn or read it or 
talk about it; but the porn I saw on your  computer was about incest and sex 
between a mother and son.  That is not  acceptable for a number of reasons.  
Do you know that?"
    Watching as he nods  assent.  Taking his hand in mine and holding it as 
I elaborate on the  subject.  "First religiously and socially it is not 
accepted in our  society.  A family unit should not be sharing sex in any form. 
  Mother, father, brother, sister, son or daughter.  There are health risks 
 of course.  But also, one should be seeking a partner more to their age 
and  one compatible with them, not one that is part of their immediate  
family."
    Running my thumb over the back  of his hand as I talk.  Trying to make 
him feel comfortable and not that I  am picking on him again.  Looking into 
his dark brown eyes, not sure I am  getting through to him as I lean forward 
and hug him to me.  The thin sheet  separating us, as I feel my hard 
nipples poking the thin material and feeling  the press of his warm body on mine.  
Kissing his forehead as can feel the  pulse of his heart against my hand.
    Letting him go as I hold his  hand, again looking into his solemn eyes. 
 Big brown and beautiful like his  father's were.  Feeling the trembling in 
his hand as I hold it and then  watching as his other hand moves towards me 
and pulls at the sheet.   Resisting his fingers for a few seconds and then 
letting him grasp the edge of  the sheet and pull it away from my chest.  
    My eyes watching his as they  lower and look at my chest.  The small 
mounds of my breasts and the hard  tipped full nipples thrusting from the pear 
like fruit.  My breathing  increasing as his hand now moves to touch my 
left breast.  Eyes closing and  a whimper as his slender fingers squeeze the 
soft mound.  His palm rubbing  on the sensitive tip of my aroused nipple.
    A soft pulse of warm air from my  lips as I feel the fingers massaging 
the hard nipple and graze over the top of  it.  His other hand trying to 
pull from mine; but holding it in my fingers  as I look down at his fingers 
playing my nipple like a musical instrument.   Strong jolts of sensation 
quickly finding my core.  Almost a sob, as he  leans forward and his lips take my 
right nipple into his mouth.  My body  shaking as he suckles on it as he did 
as a baby.  The lips pulling on the  hard button.
    My eyes rolling up in my head as  I feel helpless to push him away.  My 
nipples have been my downfall many  times in my life.   Able to pull an 
orgasm from me more easily then  clitoral stimulation.  Thinking how I use to 
have an orgasm just feeding my  baby boy.  How I had to do it in private, as 
the few times I didn't the  looks I would get from those in the room.
    My eyes closed now as I give  into the stimulation and sway sitting up 
in my bed as my son suckles and fondles  my breasts.  All resistance lost as 
moan in a long low whimper of  pleasure.  Feeling him pushing me back till 
I am laying on my pillow once  more, my son, the young man standing and 
stripping the sheet from my body.   Looking at my face and then his gaze moving 
down taking in all of me from head  to toe.  Naked to his eyes.
    "Open your legs."  My legs  moving apart to show him the inverted "Y".  
My fat puffy pussy lips, red  and swollen with my arousal and the use of 
the vibrator on the sensitive  flesh.  Inhaling and catching my scent, wafting 
from the folds of my wet  pussy.  His hand lowering and moving my legs 
further apart.  The  hairless lips now open and exposing the warm wet tunnel and 
most likely the  small button of my pearl.
    Trembling as his hand reaches to  my nipples and toys with it as if 
knowing that the contact will keep me not  quiet; but docile from stopping him. 
 My eyes wide as his other hand moves  down to trace the full lips of my 
labia and then touch the raised smoothness of  my clitoris.  A soft whimper as 
he rubs his finger pad over the throbbing  tissue.
    Then as if he is the adult and  me the child, as watch fascinated as he 
pulls his tee shirt over his head  exposing the hairless chest and the long 
thin arms.  Then his fingers  moving to the waistband of his sleep pants 
and slipping them over the  slimness of his ass cheeks.  His cocking popping 
out and swaying as he  pushes them down to his ankles and steps out of them.  
My eyes looking up  to his face and then down to his penis.  Not the 
biggest I have seen or  had; but not the smallest either.  The years will give him 
more length and  girth I believe, as I watch fascinated as it bobs tautly 
slapping against his  belly.  His ball sack, mostly hairless and his groin, 
just a light forest  of dark brown hair.  
    Stepping up to the side of the  bed and his fingers tugging on my 
nipples; pulling me to the side and up and his  cock inches away and then 
touching my cheek.  Soft warm flesh as I look up  at him and feel one of his hands 
in my hair at the back of my head, pulling me  into his groin.  The smell of 
soap overriding all other scents at the  moment, as I part my lips and let 
my tongue tip flutter out and touch the warmth  of his shaft.  
    Almost feeling like I will gain  control of this situation as his legs 
buckle and he moans a loud sound of  surprise and need.  Then feeling his 
fingers on my nipple and squeezing  hard, and finding myself again lost to 
resist this boy.  My tongue now  fluttering against his shaft and finding his 
mushroom head, taking it with a  nibbling of my lips at the velvety gland.  
The soft spongy head yielding to  the pressure of my lips as I swing my legs 
over the side of the bed and fall to  my knees in front of my son.  
    My lips taking the head into my  warm mouth and bobbing slowly as my 
tongue licks at the underside.  The boy  having watched a lot of videos or 
learned somewhere else as his hands curl into  my hair and uses it to control 
my head.  His hips rocking forward and back  as he matches his pulling of my 
head to his body.  His cock bulging one  cheek then the other and just out 
of reach of my throat.  His heavy ball  sack slapping on my chin as he 
slowly; but softly fucks my face with his teenage  cock.
    Feeling the swelling of the head  in my mouth as the sign that he is 
going to come.  My hands reaching to his  small ass cheeks and fingers digging 
in, pulling him tight to my face.   Feeling the spasms and eruptions of his 
cock as he spews his young seed into my  mouth and coats my throat with his 
discharge.  My cheeks pulling in and out  sucking his knob and shaft, with 
sealed lips as I milk his man nipple of his  sweet cream.  The tenseness of 
his hands releasing my hair, as he sighs  loudly with his release.
    My lips and tongue continuing to  worship the phallus of this young 
god.  Feeling him pulling away and his  cock slipping out of my pursed lips 
with a wet splat of sound.  The taste  of his seed still in my mouth as I have 
swallowed the rest of his  discharge.  
    Looking up at the young man  seeing his eyes holding mine now. as I 
kneel at his feet.  My mind starting  to compute the happenings of the past few 
minutes and feeling disgust at what I  have allowed to happen.  Sitting on 
the back of my legs naked in my bedroom  with my naked son standing over me, 
his semi hard cock swaying so close to my  face.  The fullness of my labia, 
being squeezed by my thighs as I feel my  juices leaking from my horny hole.
    "Don't say a thing Mom."   His voice though high, having a commanding 
inflection in it.  Wanting to  stand up, but his hands holding my shoulders 
down.  Then his fingers  drawing me up, standing and being attached by his 
fingers on my nipples.   My eyes going wide and closing as I groan loudly.  My 
legs going weak as he  holds me tightly by my nipples.
    Eyes opening as I hear a soft  laugh.  Seeing in his eyes that he is 
already finding and realizing my  weakness.  His fingers releasing one nipple 
then flicking it back and forth  with his fingers.  My body trembling as I 
try to elude his fingers; but  helpless as he holds my other nipple firmly in 
his hand.
    My lower lip trembling, as I  force a weak, "please, please stop this." 
 Standing helpless, taller then  my son, but waiting on him as his hand 
stops toying with my nipple and slips  down over the my mostly toned belly and 
finds the full lips of my labia.   My thighs trembling as he squeezes one 
lip then the other.  Tracing the  ridges on either side of my slit and then 
drawing his finger between the hot wet  lips.  My hips rolling upward as he 
finds my clit in the folds and rolling  his finger around the small button.
    Older, taller, heavier and more  mature then my son; but helplessly 
standing in front of him as he touches my  body and becomes familiar with all 
of my parts.  Much too  familiar. 
    My legs parting wider as he saws  up and down my slit with his finger 
and then fingers.  The first knuckles  curling inside of my tunnel, hooking 
and then slipping back out again to slide  over my clit.  Then his open hand 
reaching down and squeezing the fullness  of my cunt lips.  Squeezing them 
with the slender fingers as his other hand  rolls my hard nipple.  My body 
twitching and moving to escape the pleasant  torment.  My breath ragged as I 
try not to look him in the face and see the  smug look of control on it.
    Then a push of his hand on my  breast and finding myself falling 
backward onto the bed.  And my son  leaning over and grasping my legs and bending 
them back to my chest.   Holding them open and then feeling the hardness of 
his cock against my thigh and  then pushing at the juicy fat cunt lips.  His 
cock finding no resistance as  it slip easily into my waiting pussy.
    I think he has been a virgin  till this moment; but he is not acting 
like one as he slips in deep leaning over  onto my body and pinning my legs 
wide and above me.  Then his hips rocking  back and forward again.  His 
fucking a slow tease as he moves in and out of  my cunt taking it as his.  My 
walls squeezing and clenching on his  cock.  Massaging it as it ripples along 
the length of my vagina.  
    My hand reaching to slap at my  clit as I arch my ass up to push up to 
his cock.  Feeling his balls  slapping on my ass cheeks as I quiver on his 
cock, finding myself uttering  meaningless words in between begging my son to 
fill me with his seed.  His  spurts of semen emptying into the warm 
welcoming darkness of my cunt, coating my  walls with his seed.
    The boy releasing my legs and  pulling me upright on the bed to sit on 
the edge once again.  His cock  pressed to my mouth as I suck and lick at 
the soft flesh.  Cleaning him of  my skanky taste and his cream.  Feeling his 
cum leaking form my pussy as I  finish.
    The boy walking from the room  and leaving me sitting there for a long 
time as I try to explain to myself what  just happened.  Tasting his cum in 
my mouth and then reaching between my  legs and daubing at the seepage of 
his seed from my cunt.
    Finding that in spite of the  wrongness, that I am excited and wet and 
partially satisfied.  Not the best  fuck or suck in my life; but definitely 
far from the worse.  
    Finally donning my robe and  padding down to make myself a drink, a 
strong one and taking it back to my room  to try to figure out what to do.
    My son's door closed and his  music playing, not sure whether to 
interrupt him and explain that this cannot  happen again, or wait for a better 
moment.  Thankful at the moment that in  spite of having no sex life, not 
having given up on my birth control.  
    Slipping my robe off and laying  naked in my bed as I sip my scotch and 
finally turning over and feeling the  fullness between my legs and more 
seepage from my pussy.
    Waking in the middle of the  night and finding my son with a hard on 
standing over me and slipping onto the  bed and fucking me again.  And again 
in the morning as I woke up to get  dressed for work.  In spite of his not 
being a hard fuck, so far, my labia  sore and well used and letting me know 
all day that me and my son have to talk  tonight..........
 
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