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FIRST TIME WITH MY SON
By Kelly
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly_Diary/www/
pghpa_girl@yahoo.com


  I can't even begin to guess how many people have asked me if I plan 
  to have sex with my kids.  Well, sometimes I do indeed dream about 
  what might happen someday after I get married and have kids of 
  mine own.  This is just one of those fantasies.

Remember, this story is only a fantasy of mine.  It is a work of fiction 
and is not intended to implicate any person or action by them or me.  
I am not advocating sex with young kids in real life.  I realize that I 
was raised under rather unique circumstances and thus have a 
different perspective on incest from most people.  I baby-sit and 
work with youth in my church, positions where parents put a great 
deal of trust in me to take care of their young children – a trust I 
would never betray.  Admittedly I may fantasize a LOT and while my 
eyes may wander and my thoughts may be a bit indiscrete, I only 
dream about it!

I can't remember a time when I didn't want to get married.  The only 
question was when and to who. After graduating from college with my 
teaching degree, I applied for a position at my old school district where I 
had graduated.  As expected, I was offered a part time substitute job and 
then the following year was promoted to a full-time substitute role. To the 
surprise of most people, even me, the next year I was offered a full-time 
permanent position as a fourth grade math teacher. During this time I had 
been dating a number of guys and over time I started getting closer and 
closer to one of them. Mark and I each seemed to just know what the 
other was thinking and we both loved many of the same things – including 
sex of course!  Mark had heard a bit about my reputation but it didn't 
matter to him.  What he cared about was the here and now.  What (and 
who) I did in the past was something that didn't concern him.  Of course, 
he didn't know ALL about my past – nobody outside my family knew 
THAT.

Mark DID know that I was close to my dad, but he had no idea just HOW 
close we were. I lived at home after graduation, circumstance which had a 
number of pros and a few cons. There were  a few times I had to remind 
my parents I was in my mid-twenties and not their little girl anymore.  Even 
so, there were times when I still liked to be my dad's little girl – especially 
when he was really horny.  I guess it was only natural that as he got older 
we didn't have sex as often and even our morning "before-work tradition" 
became more like once or twice a week.  It wasn't like I needed the sex – I 
was getting plenty from Mark and his friends. What really mattered to me 
was that he knew he could have me whenever he wanted – all he had to 
do was ask!  From the first time I gave myself to him at the age of sixteen, 
I had promised my father that I would never deny him – no matter what, 
when or where he asked; and so far I I was proud that I had kept that 
promise faithfully.  I loved my father in a way only a daughter can lover her 
father and I could never refuse him, not even when I got married.  After all, 
even if I was married I was still his daughter and as my father he deserved 
to have me whenever he wanted.

As Mark and I fell more and more in love, it didn't come as any surprise to 
my friends or family when he finally proposed to me.  Actually, the only 
person who was surprised was Mark himself!   You see, knowing the 
problems my Aunt Linda had with her marriage, I had promised myself 
that before I accepted a marriage proposal I would make sure my potential 
fiancé understood the lifestyle I had shared with my family – as well as 
everything that I expected AFTER we got married.  I never figured that this 
would be a big problem because I couldn't imagine getting to the stage 
where a guy would propose to me that didn't already meet my 
requirements for a husband. As it turned out, that is was just what 
happened with Mark.  That's not to say he wasn't surprised – that would 
indeed be quite the understatement.  I mean, how could he not be?  
Imagine what you would say if the girl you had proposed to told you that 
she had been letting her dad fuck her since she was sixteen – AND she 
intended to continue to allow him to do so after she was married to you?  
Of course, there were some side benefits in it for him as well.  I had 
certainly noticed while we were dating that he had a wandering eye for my 
cousin Kristi – and even some not-too-subtle interest in her mom, my Aunt 
Linda.  My own mom wasn't exactly shy when he was around as well so 
when I told him that once we were married that he could have sex with all 
three of them – with my full blessing, the smile on his face was pretty 
broad, maybe even a little TOO much!  Of course, I told him that was 
AFTER we got married.

After I made sure that Mark fully understood everything about me, I was 
thrilled when he didn't even hesitate to kiss me and tell me that he was OK 
with everything and so I whole-heartedly accepted his proposal.  Soon 
afterwards, when we were in bed alone to celebrate, after he had fucked 
me and we were laying quietly together he turned to me and surprised me 
by asking me if he could watch me having sex with my dad.  I wasn't sure 
if the twinkle in his eye was just him wanting to see me being fucked by 
my dad or if he just wanted to be sure I wasn't pulling the biggest practical 
joke on him in history.  I agreed and finally talked my dad into it – he loved 
fucking me but wasn't really into putting on a show.  We didn't make a big 
deal out of it, I just stripped quickly for them and then knelt down in front of 
my dad, pulled out his cock  from his shorts, and start sucking on it.  There 
was something in Mark's face that made me think he had asked me to do 
this to be sure I wasn't kidding because for just a second he wasn't able to 
hide the shock that seemed to hit him.  He quickly recovered and acted as 
if there wasn't  that bothered him but I knew then that it was the first time 
he really fully understood the implications of marrying me.  It was one 
thing to see me sucking his friend's cocks – that just earned him the 
respect and jealousy of his friends who knew he got to fuck me 
afterwards.  This was different; he was watching me suck a cock that 
actually meant something to me, blowing someone not so much for my 
own pleasure but to satisfy him.  After a while I kneeled between Mark's 
legs with my ass facing my dad.  The look on Mark's face when I leaned 
over, resting my forearms on his legs while my dad moved in behind me 
was priceless.  I can still remember reaching up to kiss Mark as my dad 
entered me.  There was something about how our lips pressed tightly 
together as I was shoved into Mark as my dad pushed himself into me.  I 
wondered how Mark felt, knowing the pressure he felt was the result of my 
father fucking me!

"I love you Mark," I whispered to him, looking my fiancé in the eyes as I 
felt my dad's cock inside of me.

"Believe me now?" I said with a sly smile as I rocked on Mark's lap in time 
with my father's thrusts.  Even after seeing me sucking my dad's cock I 
don't think he DID believe me 100% until now it was indisputable.  Seeing 
his future father-on-law fucking his fiancé right in front of him ended any 
doubts he may have had, that's for sure!   I didn't leave him all horny, I 
WAS his fiancé after all so gave him a blowjob and thus for the first time I 
had sex with my dad and another man outside our family where the guy 
actually knew I was my dad's daughter.  I was sure it wouldn't be the last 
time if I knew the sex drives they each had and as it turned out I was 
certainly correct in my forecast!

Although I promised Mark that he could have sex with my mom, he had to 
wait until we were officially married.  About a week after our honeymoon 
she told me to let him know she was "available".  I sort of got a kick out of 
how quickly my new husband was ready to fuck my own mother.  I wasn't 
there when they did it the first time.  I am sure it was a bit weird for Mark 
as it was and for me to be there might have been more a distraction than 
anything.   Besides, my mom and I rarely even did my dad together.  I 
spoke to her about it later and was happy to hear that she now "officially" 
approved of my new hubby!  Over time, Mark had sex with my Aunt Linda 
and cousin Kristi as well.  I knew he had the hots for Kristi from the first 
time he had met her and he probably had sex with her more than all the 
other women in my family combined!  It didn't bother me as I knew Kristi 
was doing it just for the sex and had no "feelings" for my husband 
otherwise.  Besides, if it kept Mark happy, I had no complaints.  I now 
understood better how my mom felt when my dad was fucking me.  I was 
his wife and I knew he loved me more than anyone else in the world so 
why should it bother me that he fucked my cousin?

There was one thing more about Mark that set him apart from everyone 
else I had ever had sex with.  When Mark and I were together, he was the 
first man NOT to fuck me.  Instead we "made love", a phrase I had never 
used for any other sexual encounter I had ever had, not even with my dad.  
In all my sexual experiences, it was always one person or the other 
submitting themselves to the other.  Sometimes I may have faked it and 
pretended to submit to a guy but I always liked to have control of the 
situation.  The only exception was with my dad in which case it was me 
that submitted to him.  I don't submittal to be "making love".  With Mark, 
though, it was totally different and I finally understood the true nature of 
the bond between my mom and dad.  I remember the first time I ever saw 
them making love that night in the hot tub.  There was something between 
them that I could tell was there but didn't quite understand it.  It was 
enough to make me want to have sex with my parents in hopes of sharing 
that with them. I never did achieve that level with my parents but we still 
had a wonderful bond between us in our own special way.  With Mark, I 
finally achieved such a relationship.  I didn't submit myself to Mark in the 
way I did to my dad, where I gave myself over to him totally for his 
pleasure. I DID submit myself to my husband in the manner that the Bible 
demands but it was together with him honoring me as well.  We shared 
ourselves when we made love, each giving and taking equally.  I had 
always said that I would make love with my husband someday and now I 
truly understood what that meant.

Mark and I not only made love, we eventually made a baby as well and 
when I was 28 years old I had my son, Kyle.  We named him after Mark's 
best friend – and one of mine before we dated if you know what I mean. 
As it turned out, Kyle would be our only child even though I dearly would 
have loved to have a girl.  I seemed to have inherited the family propensity 
for difficult births and while it was not quite as life-threatening as my 
mom's experience with me, with my family history my doctor 
recommended getting my tubes tied to prevent any possibility of problems 
in the future.  We considered adoption but then concluded that Kyle was 
our natural son and we would accept God's will for us.

As Kyle grew I would let him see me naked but I never allowed it to be 
anything sexual, just the natural way for me to be around him at the 
appropriate times.  Besides, I have never been one to just run around 
nude for no reason but in bed, the bathroom, and in our pool (when we 
bought our house I told Mark I wanted something more than just a hot 
tub!) clothing wasn't just optional, it was off the menu.  While Mark and I 
slept nude, Kyle wore pajamas when he was younger which gave way to 
boxer shorts as he entered his teens.  For whatever reason he never 
wanted to sleep nude and we respected his decision.  He was also a little 
shy about being naked in more "personal" settings.  It was one thing in the 
pool or such where we all were nude and it was part of an activity but if we 
passed in the hall between the bathroom and his bedroom he preferred to 
cover himself rather than let me see him up close.  Actually I thought it 
was sort of cute and I preferred that he be that way than some sort of 
exhibitionist.

One of the areas I had struggled with was whether or not to let our son 
see me and Mark making love.  My parents had never allowed me to 
watch them when I was younger and if I had not stumbled upon them that 
one night when they were in the hot tub then who knows how my life may 
have turned out.  At the same time, I knew what they were doing when 
they closed the door as they didn't try to fool me into thinking they didn't 
have sex; it was just something they kept private between themselves.  
After a lot of debate I decided to follow my parent's lead – at least at first.  
Really, there was no reason a pre-teen boy needed to watch his parents 
making love.  Maybe when he got older but I wasn't sure how I was going 
to  approach it.

Masturbation was another decision for us.  Not about doing it, of course, 
but whether or not we should let him see us.  My parents had never hid it 
from me and they actually encouraged me to pleasure myself whenever 
the need arose, even it was in the living room watching TV with them.  
They did the same and it was nothing unusual for me to see my dad 
stroking himself when a hot girl was on TV.  Lord only knows how many 
times I saw him cumming when Samantha Carter of StarGate was 
featured on TV!  My mom tended to be a bit more discreet, usually 
restricting herself to her bedroom where she kept an incredible collection 
of toys in the drawers next to the bed.  Here again, I decided to follow my 
parent's example.  We didn't want Kyle growing up to be shy or 
embarrassed about his natural feelings and needs.  The last thing I 
wanted was to have him lock himself in the bathroom and jerk off to some 
Sears catalog because he didn't want his mom to see him masturbating!  
Mark had "the talk" with him and while at first Kyle tended to hide his self-
pleasuring from me, over time he got bolder when he realized I just 
ignored him most of the time and didn't make a bid deal out of it.  As for 
me, I never put on a "show" for him or anything but I left the door to our 
bedroom open and I knew he watched me more than a few times.  I never 
acknowledged him when he watched but just let him see me and realize 
that girls had some of the same needs that boys did, we just satisfied 
ourselves in a different way. 

As Kyle grew older, I couldn't help but keep an eye on his physical 
development – especially what was growing between his legs.  When he 
was little I would give him baths and I felt a tingle when I washed his little 
cock.  As he grew older I had to be more discreet – it wouldn't do to have 
him tell his teacher at school that his mommy was playing with his cock in 
the bath~!  By the time he was fourteen I wished I could bathe him again 
as it was obvious that he had inherited his father's cock.  Mark's wasn't the 
biggest cock I had ever had, not by any means, but he was better than 
average and Kyle was definitely going to be pleasing the girls at school. I 
was thrilled when I first saw him masturbating shortly after turning twelve.  
Actually I was a little surprised at how big his cock could grow at that age 
and it was amazing how far he would shoot his cum when he finished 
himself off!  It was like a game for him I think, seeing how far he could 
shoot when he came. I had to draw the line, though, when he got daring 
and shot some of it on me while I was bending over to pick up his dirty 
clothes from the floor on his room!  I was at least a couple of feet away 
and later I confided to Mark how much it had turned me on but I didn't dare 
say that to Kyle!  He seemed to masturbate every night and his boxers 
usually bore the results when he put them in the laundry.  A few times I 
would take them and smell the wetness in the crotch, wondering how it 
would taste if he had cum in my mouth instead of wasting it.

Kyle started getting serious about girls when he was about fifteen.  We 
had taught him to be respectful of women and if anything, even though we 
were open about sex at home I would have bet that the girls his age 
thought he was one of the more conservative boys in school. I think a lot 
of that was a credit to how we had brought him up.  Unlike so many boys 
his age, Kyle knew what was under their clothes and while he had yet to 
touch his first girl, at least he wouldn't be starting from scratch.  Mark and I 
were discussing him one night and the subject of his dating came up.  So 
far he had only gone out on group dates but he was talking more and 
more about single dating which meant one thing – he was getting ready 
for sex.  We debated what was best for him, let him fumble about his first 
time and possibly embarrass himself as well as making it a bad time for 
his date?  Should we "prepare" him in some way?  If so, how?  We 
considered letting him watch us but then there was nothing like hands-on 
experience.  Mark wasn't quite ready for his son to do a threesome with 
me and I guess I couldn't blame him.  Unfortunately, we made th same 
mistake so many parents did – we assumed we had time to make a 
decision.

One day Mark came home from a date with a huge grin on his face.  Mark 
asked him what was going on and he confessed to us that he had gotten 
his first blowjob – and not just from one girl but from three! As it turned 
out, you didn't need to single date to get your cock sucked.  Mark confided 
that he hadn't even kissed two of the girls but they had just rotated 
between the guys.  I guess that in their world, kissing was personal but 
sucking a guy's cock was just having fun.  The funny thing was, that was 
just the way I had felt at his age so who was I to say anything!  We asked 
him if he enjoyed it and he looked at us like we were two dinosaurs.  It 
WAS a stupid question I guess.  When he left to go to his room, Mark and 
I looked at each other and we both knew we didn't have as much time as 
we thought!  It wasn't going to be too long before my little boy fucked one 
of those girls and I wanted him to be ready!

I wasn't 100% sure how to approach Kyle.  It wasn't like there was an 
instruction manual for this and even in my own family, their was no 
consistency to how incest got started.  Even though my dad had wanted 
me to suck his cock when I was eight and then to fuck me from the time I 
first had sex at fourteen,  he somehow managed to wait until I made the 
first move which didn't happen until after I was sixteen and had been 
having sex with my boyfriends for two years.  My grandfather had wanted 
to have sex with my mom and her sister when they weren't even 
teenagers yet.  He just approached them in bed (my mom first) and simply 
took their virginity without even asking.  So far, the incest in my family had 
been started between a father and daughter.  The methods may have 
been different, but the relationships were the same.  Nowhere in my family 
was there a mother-son relationship.  My cousin Rick fucked his aunts (my 
mom and Aunt Linda) but that was not nearly the same as if he had done 
his mom.  How I dealt with Kyle was thus new territory, even in my own 
family,  and I wanted to be sure it went perfectly.  I even discussed it with 
my mom but surprisingly she left it up to me, saying that this sort of thing 
was best decided in my own conscious and that she didn't want to 
influence my decision.

It took me a few days but finally I came up with a plan.  It was a Saturday 
morning and as usual on the weekend, Kyle was still in bed when I awoke.  
After I used the bathroom I came out and saw that he had woken.  As 
usual, he was horny judging from the erection he was sporting.  I think he 
had inherited my natural horniness that struck me in the mornings as well.  
Since I was a little teenager I would wake up wet and desperate to do 
something about it.  Usually that meant masturbating but when I was 
lucky, well just say he was lucky as well.  He had just begun stroking 
himself when I peeked into his bedroom and I flashed a quick smile at him 
before leaving him to his own efforts.  I took a few steps down the hallway 
and then stopped, pursing my lips as a feeling of determination filled me.  I 
turned around and went back to his bedroom where he was still in the 
beginning stages of his morning masturbation session.  From the look on 
his face when he saw me watching, I realized that it didn't bother him that I 
had NOTICED he was masturbating but it was apparent he was 
uncomfortable with me WATCHING him do it. 

"Mom!  A little privacy please?" he whined, his voice a bit strained as he 
kept stroking his now rock-hard cock.  It looked incredible and I felt a 
twinge between my legs as I couldn't help but stare at it.  When he let go it 
would point straight up to his face, standing parallel to his stomach as it 
hovered over him.  I felt a little jealousy at the thought of some teenage 
girl sucking his cock.  I doubt she could appreciate what a wonderful cock 
my son had nor could I believe that she was anywhere near as qualified 
as I was to suck it.  I had sucked hundreds of cocks since I first sucked my 
boyfriend in that dark movie theater back when I was fourteen but there 
was something about the one I was staring at now that made me hunger 
for it like it was my first one.

I took a deep breath and entered his room for the first time while he was 
jerking off.  I was nude but it wasn't like THAT was anything new for him.  
What WAS new was when I sat down on the edge of the bed next to him 
while he masturbated.  My bare ass was just far enough on the bed to 
bump up against hip.  It was nothing compared to when we were in the 
pool or hot tub; sometimes we would all be tightly pressed together but 
there WAS something different about the way it felt to be touching him 
now in this more intimate setting.  Kyle was obviously confused.  On the 
one hand he must have wanted to pull the covers over as he had never 
been completely comfortable masturbating when I just watched him from 
the door, let alone sitting next to him.  On the other hand, he WAS horny 
as hell and I learned long ago that when a man was horny enough to start 
stroking his cock, it took an act of God to get him to stop!

"Do you mind if I watch?" I asked him softly, trying not to be intimidating, 
"After all, I let you watch me sometimes."

Kyle hesitated a bit at that.  It was true that he had watched me a number 
of times but it was from the doorway of my bedroom and I had pretended 
not to notice him there.  It wasn't like this, where I was sitting right next to 
him with the obvious intent of watch him jerk off.  I noticed that while he 
may have slowed down a bit, his hand as still stroking his cock and it 
hadn't softened one little bit!

"Thinking about Becky?" I asked, trying to turn the conversation away from 
me.  He looked a little embarrassed but I smiled at him and gently rested 
my hand on his bare leg.  "Don't be shy, I see the way you react 'down 
there' whenever she's around.  She IS a little hottie, isn't she?"

Judging from the sly smile on his face, thoughts of Becky must have 
entered his mind and he nodded saying,  "Yea, she's hot, that's for sure."  
I couldn't blame him, she WAS a sexy little Minx and even Mark had 
commented a few times about her. Becky was a cheerleader and the 
epitome of everything I had hated in them when I was in high school – 
perky, blond, busty and a body to kill for.  Even so, I had to admit even I 
got as little wet when she was around!

"I bet you want to have sex with her, don't you?" I said, running my hand 
lightly over his upper thigh.  Kyle didn't seem to be bothered by me 
touching him, if anything he seemed to be ignoring it.  Now and then when 
he was smaller I use to rub his back when he was in bed although I hadn't 
done that in quite a while. Sometimes my hand would wander to his firm 
little but and it was tempting to reach down further between his legs but I 
made sure I quickly returned to "safer" territory. Kyle closed his eyes and 
seemed to be concentrating on Becky. My hand was running up closer to 
his crotch with each stroke up and down his leg, getting closer to where he 
was manipulating his massive hard-on.   

"Are you thinking about Becky sucking your cock?" I said softly, trying to 
be suggestive but not break his concentration.  "Did she make you cum?"

"Oh yes," he whispered, as if talking from a dream.  His eye were closed 
and he was stroking himself slowly, as if trying to savor the moment he 
was remembering.

Without saying another word, I gently pushed his hand off of his cock and 
replaced it with my own.  I started stroking him gently, feeling the 
hardness of his cock in my hand. God he was like a piece of steel!  I was 
pleased to find my hand fit around him almost the same as it did around 
his father's cock.  I had half expected him to pull away and tell me not to 
touch him but he was a typical young teenage boy whose cock was taking 
over his brain in such situations.  If he hadn't already been so horny it 
might have been different but at this point he needed to get off and not 
even his own mother holding his cock was enough to deter him.

"Mom?" he said, as he realized what was happening.

I softly hushed him and whispered to him, "Close your eyes and imagine it 
is Becky holding you.  Imagine her hand on your wonderful cock."

I think if he hadn't already been so horny he might have thought about it 
and maybe even protested but he was too far gone to think of anything but 
the hand on his cock, no matter whose it was.   I continued to stroke his 
cock and he couldn't help but groan slightly as my hand worked its way 
around his shaft.  I felt a bit proud of myself – this was no young teenage 
girl fondling his cock without a clue as to what to do!  I looked up at his 
eyes and softly asked him, "Did she make you feel this good?"

"Yea…..but you do it better," he gasped as my fingers played over the 
head of his cock. I couldn't hold myself back anymore.  I HAD to have that 
cock.  I HAD to suck my son's cock.  So many years I had wanted him and 
now it was in my hand, waiting for his mother to take it in her mouth.   I 
took a deep breath and then leaned over and touched the tip of his cock 
with my tongue.  When I took the head in my mouth I felt him shudder as 
my tongue ran around the head.

"Mom!" he gasped, his eyes opening and seeing what I was doing, "What 
are you doing?"

"Just lay back and let me show you what a REAL blowjob feels like," I 
encouraged him, holding his cock just outside of my mouth.  "I'm going to 
make you feel better than that little tramp ever did."

Once again, the little head trumped the big head and Kyle released a big 
breath as his head flopped back onto his pillow.  He bunched up the pillow 
under his head then so he could watch what I was doing to him and I 
could almost feel his eyes boring in on me as I started to suck my son's 
cock.  My entire body tingled as I realized what I was doing.  This wasn't 
just any old cock I was sucking – it was my SON'S!!!  My head descended 
down his shaft until I had him all the way in my mouth.  He wasn't easy to 
take in and I would have bet anything little Becky never took that much of 
him in HER mouth!  Slowly I raised back up again, licking the shaft as I 
went up and then I bobbed my head up and down his moistened shaft.  
His pubic hair was just beginning to fill in and wasn't nearly as thick as his 
father's but it was cute and he had a pleasant odor to his crotch.   After a 
few strokes he began to moan and groan almost non-stop.  I let him flop 
out long enough ask him how it felt.

"Oh mom!" he gasped, "You're incredible!"

"Better than Becky?"

"Oh yeah, you are soooo much better than her!"

It was music to my ears, hearing my son tell me how mother was giving 
him a blowjob better than his girlfriend had.  For so many years I had 
masturbating as I dreamed of him telling me what a great BJ I was giving 
him and now it was happening for real! I adjusted myself on the bed so I 
could grip his cock in my left hand while I sucked him, leaving my right 
hand free to work on myself a bit.  I put my hand between my legs and 
began to touch myself as I sucked  on Kyle's wonderful cock.  God I was 
soaked!  Again, I couldn't believe that after all these years I was actually 
sucking my son's dick.  I took his cock in my mouth as I moved my hand 
from his shaft to his balls, gently caressing them in their sacks as my head 
bobbed on his shaft.  I pulled my hair back so he could get a good view of 
his mother as she sucked his cock.  I looked up at him and our eyes met, 
his were unblinking as he stared at what I was doing to him.

"Do you like to watch me suck your dick?" I asked him quickly before 
resuming my work on him.

"Geeze mom, I can't believe you're doing this to me!" he moaned as his 
hips lifted up to meet my mouth. I knew it meant he was getting ready to 
cum.  Sure enough, a few strokes later and he groaned loudly and then 
released an incredible surge of cum into my mouth.  God, my son sure 
had a lot of cum to give me!  His hips jerked again and again as he 
squirted one load after another of his young sperm into my mouth.  When 
he was done I lifted my head and looked up at him as I let it dribble from 
my mouth and back onto his dick, covering it with his sperm.  Then I dived 
back down and took him in my mouth again, lifting my head up like a 
squeegee to suck every drop off his cock again. This time I stood up and 
swallowed it all down in a couple of gulps.  Licking my lips, I looked at him 
and smiled as my hand fondle his cock.  I noticed it was staying hard and I 
felt a surge in my pussy and I knew he wanted more.

"So tell me Kyle, how did it feel to have you mom suck your cock?"

"Oh mom, that felt SOOOOO good!" he gasped, still trying to catch his 
breath. 

"Did Becky swallow your cum?"

"Are you kidding?  She wouldn't let me even cum in her mouth!"

"Ahhhhhh, now that wasn't very nice of her.  See how much better it is to 
have you mom suck you dick?"

Kyle looked a bit embarrassed but yet I could tell he had enjoyed it.  I 
guess it was natural for him to be a bit embarrassed the first time his mom 
sucked his dick but somehow I didn't think he would protest if I did it again 
– and I fully intended to but now I had other plans.

"Well, if a girl sucks your cock, it's only polite for you to do something for 
her in return," I said coyly.  Kyle's eyes widened again and I saw his 
glance down at my pussy and then back at my face again.

"You want me to eat your pussy?" he said incredulously.

"What's the matter Kyle, don't you like my pussy?" I said as I moved my 
leg under me to make it easier for him to see my wet pussy.

"Oh no, I didn't mean that!  It's just…….well you're my mom!"

"Well, didn't your mom just suck your cock?"

"Yea but…"

"Well, then I want you to lick my pussy," I responded, almost like a mother 
telling him to take out the garbage. I laid back with my head at the end of 
the bed and lifted my knees up until my feet were flat on his bed.  
Grabbing a pillow, I pushed it under my ass to lift my hips upward and I 
started to play with myself while he watched.

"C'mon Kyle, I KNOW you must want to touch a girl's pussy," I teased him.  
Kyle couldn't help himself.  It wasn't his fault his was a male!  He moved in 
closer and stared at my pussy while I rubbed my wet clit for him to see.

"Now look…..here's my clit.  See at how swollen and hard it is?  Almost 
like when you're dick gets hard except it's VERY sensitive when it gets 
this way."  I moved my finger down to my pussy hole.  "See, here is my 
vagina, I call it my pussy hole. See how wet it gets?" I said as I pushed the 
tip of my finger just inside of me. I circled the first digit of my finger in side 
of me, pushed it all the way in, and then pulled it out to the first knuckle 
again and turned it around and around inside of me.

"When you touch a girl's pussy, here's where it feels good.  It's OK to 
explore inside but it's out here where you drive her nuts.  Watch me as I 
do it."

I masturbated for my son, for the first time allowing him to be up close and 
personal as I did myself.  I showed him how to touch my pussy, to play 
with my clit, to toy with my asshole with a wet fingertip.  He was watching 
my every move, sometimes even stroking his own cock as he did. 

"OK, it's your turn now to try," I said, reaching out to grab his hand and pull 
him into me.  He was tentative at first, almost afraid it seemed to actually 
touch me.  I moaned a bit more than I was actually needing to at that 
moment but it seemed to encourage him and he got more courageous as 
time passed.  Finally he got the nerve to push his finger inside of me and I 
gasped as I felt my son's finger exploring me inside. It wasn't so much the 
physical sensation – he WAS definitely an amateur, but the emotional 
release I felt when I realized my son was exploring my pussy was beyond 
words.

"OK now, leave your finger in me and reach down to kiss my clit," I told 
him.  He seemed afraid at first but then gave in to my demands. After all, I 
WAS still his mother and so he responded to me as he had been brought 
up to do.  When he got within a few inches of my pussy he stopped and 
looked up at me.

"Don't worry, it tastes good – just ask your father!" I encouraged him.  
Mark had never smelled a pussy up this close before and I knew the odor 
of my cunt could be pretty strong when I was this turned on. Nonetheless, 
he reached out with his tongue until it barely touched the edge of my 
swollen clit.  As light as the touch was, it was like a giant flashbulb 
exploded in my pussy and I jumped. He pulled back and I reached out to 
pull his head back into me.

"Oh no, it's OK…..don't be afraid, it just felt good," I assured him. He took 
a breath and this time his tongue made it to my clit and stayed there.  God 
it felt incredible, especially knowing whose tongue was on my pussy!

"Suck on it while you play with my pussy," I instructed him.  He was a fast 
learner as I gave him more pointers and instructions as he continued to 
eat me. Damn, he was going to make some girl very happy soon!

"That's it Kyle…….suck my clit…….make me cum, oh god make your 
mommy cum!" I cried as I felt my orgasm welling up inside of me.   It's 
hard sometimes to explain how an orgasm begins.  In a way it starts in my 
pussy but yet it doesn't.  There really isn't any single point where it 
concentrates although some areas responded more than others. It is like 
my entire body suddenly begins to float and then these incredible 
sensations of pleasure start to wash over me like waves on a beach.  
Because I usually have this when someone is playing with my pussy, the 
pulses and waves seem to originate from my cunt but I think that's more 
because I am focused on that spot more than any other. It is like when 
your foot falls asleep and then wakes up, except it's your entire body that 
tingles.  Imagine striking your funny bone  – except that feeling is from 
head to toe.  I know some girls who won't orgasm simply because they are 
afraid of it.  They get close and the feeling of losing control, the 
overwhelming nature of the pleasure it produces, makes them afraid to let 
themselves go and they hold back, consciously or not.   For me, it's the 
greatest feeling in the world and I can't get enough of it – which is likely 
why I masturbate daily, even when I get it every day from my husband.  
It's nothing to do with love or anything, it's just like a junkie that can't get 
enough of a high.  I have never done drugs but I think I can understand 
why people become addicted.  I guess you could say I am addicted to sex 
– or at least to the monstrous sensations it creates in me when I cum. 

As he licked and sucked me, I felt myself getting soaked as my pussy cum 
gushed from me.  Kyle responded by started to pull his head back, 
undoubtedly thinking I was peeing on him.

"Don't stop!" I pleaded, "It's just my pussy cum….oh god don't stop Kyle!"

I looked down at the site of my young son's head buried in my crotch, my 
bare legs gripping him, and it didn't seem possible he could be creating 
such a storm inside of me. Probably it was because he WAS my son that 
was making it so good for me.  Sex is such a mental thing for me that I 
had no doubt that knowing it was my son eating me out that was 
contributing to one of the best orgasms I had ever had!  Alas, all good 
things end sooner or later and it was no different with this.  I stopped my 
thrashing around and held his head still in my crotch. He pulled his finger 
out of me and looked up at me with a huge grin on his face.

"Guess I did good, eh mom?" he said, a little swagger to his voice.  

"Yes dear, you did a GREAT job and you mom's very proud of you!"

He sat up and I saw his hard-on was as hard as ever.  Hmmm, time to 
deal with that again! I pulled myself up and then pushed him back onto his 
back again.  Gripping his hard cock, I looked at him with a sly grin.

"Oh yea, you did good….REAL good," I whispered, "And for that now you 
get a prize."

I straddled him and rubbed my bare pussy against his hard cock. Leaning 
over him, my boobs hung over his face and I lowered myself down until 
they just touched his cheeks.

"It's ok, you can suck them," I said to him in a motherly tone again. 

Kyle eagerly took the nipple of my right boob into his mouth and began to 
suckle on it like a baby cow on his momma.

"That's it Kyle, suck on it, just like you did when you were my little baby," I 
said soothingly to him.  It felt wonderful to feel my nipples in his mouth. I 
looked down at him and for a moment my thoughts flashed back to when 
he was a baby, suckling on my nipples.  I remembered wondering back 
then if the day would ever come when he sucked them as man.  Well, that 
day was here!  He wasn't sucking my boobs now because I was his 
mother giving him milk. No, he was sucking them because they were a 
woman's breasts and he was turned on sexually by me, even though I was 
his own mother and more than twice his age!  I wanted more though, I 
wanted him completely, in every way.  I lowered my head to his ear and 
whispered, "I want you to fuck me now Kyle."

Kyle released his mouth from my breast and looked up at me with wide 
eyes.  A little oral sex was one thing; after all Kyle had told me that half the 
girls in school would give one on the first date!    However, it was a major 
leap to go from that to actually having sex – and with your mother at that.  
Somehow with his mom nude and straddling his cock, my boobs hanging 
in his face, and the taste of my pussy fresh in his mouth, it wasn't as big 
an obstacle for him as it would have been an hour earlier!  As for me, sex 
with a fifteen year old horny boy was any older woman's dream and for the 
boy to be my own son, well THAT was simply over the top.  Other than my 
husband, there is no one I have wanted to fuck me more than my son, 
even more than my own father.  With my dad, I want him to fuck me 
because I am his daughter and I want to please him and satisfy his needs.  
With my husband I want to make love and share myself with him as a 
partner and lover.  With other men it is simply for my pleasure, period. 
With my son it is something entirely different though.  Of course I want the 
thrill of being fucked by a virgin teenage boy, to feel his excitement and 
lust as he finally experiences what he has been masturbating about for 
years. There is something else though, something more difficult to 
describe.  The thought of my son, a boy that was conceived in me and to 
whom I gave birth and raised, now fucking me was as erotic as anything I 
can imagine.  For a son to want his own mother in a sexual way, and then 
to actually take her and fuck her, is the most incredible gift I can imagine a 
son could ever give his mother.  So here he was, a handsome young man, 
staring at me as if he couldn't believe his ears.  I could imagine the battle 
inside of him as his teenage lust was overcoming whatever inhibitions he 
had about having sex with his own mother.  I knew he was close to 
accepting his inner desires and so a little nudge was probably all he 
needed now.

"It's OK Kyle……it's perfectly natural for a boy to desire his mother.  I want 
you too….I want you to fuck me Kyle.  Please…..fuck me Kyle, fuck your 
mother."

Kyle was licking his lips and his eyes were bright with the lust and desire 
that was overcoming him.  I moved over on top of him and smiled down at 
him.

"Yes Kyle….I know you want to fuck me…….God I want my son to fuck 
me soooo bad!"

I reached between my open legs, grabbed his stiff cock and lined it up with 
his mommy's hungry pussy.  I sat up straight so I could look down at him 
and watch his face as I slowly lowered myself onto his dick.  At least with 
a guy there wasn't any pain in taking his virginity!  I shivered as I felt the 
head of his cock press up against my pussy, ready to penetrate me, ready 
to enter a pussy for the first time in it's young life. I may not have been as 
tight as I was twenty years ago but I still prided myself on having a firm 
pussy and for just a second I could feel it resisting him but then I felt that 
wonderful sensation I loved so much when a man first spreads my pussy 
apart and enters me, like my thighs are being split apart and a hot rod is 
entering me.  His eyes were fixed on his crotch, where he could see the 
head of his cock disappear as it entered his mother's pussy.  More and 
more of him went out of sight as I slowly dropped down on him. I was 
soaking wet from his mouth on me, not to mention the incredible orgasm 
he had given me, so once his dick made it through the initial barrier he slid 
easily up into me until I felt his crotch pressed up against my pussy.  He 
was completely in my pussy now, my son's cock was now surrounded by 
my pussy!.

"Oh yes Kyle, it feels so good to have you in me finally," I moaned.  He 
didn't respond but the expression on his was a mixture of pleasure and 
curiosity.

"Finally?"

"Mmmmmm, yes Kyle, I've been wanting this for so long," I moaned as I 
leaned forward until my breasts were pressed down firmly on his chest.  
Holding myself still, impaled on his cock, I could smell his warm body 
underneath me. "Lie still a second and just feel yourself in me.  Can you 
feel my pussy  - do you feel how it grips and holds you?"

For a few minutes we simply remained motionless as his cock throbbed 
inside of me from his heartbeat.  My pussy muscles instinctively gripped 
him, holding him tightly as if to say it never wanted to let him loose again. 
All I could think about, all that kept running through my mind over and over 
was how I was actually being fucked by my own son!  It was almost 
impossible to believe that the cock I was now feeling inside of me did not 
belong to some stranger, not my husband, and not even my father.  No, it 
was my own son's, my very flesh and blood joined back together with me 
again in the most intimate way my son and I could be together.  So what if 
he was only fifteen - did that really matter? He knew exactly what he was 
doing and so did I.  After a few minutes I lifted myself up again and began 
to ride his cock like a cowgirl on a pony.  "I've always wanted to be your 
first….to be the first woman to have your cock."

He just groaned with pleasure in response as I raised up and then slowly 
lowered myself slowly back down on his cock, not quite letting him all the 
way out before dropping onto him again.  Sometimes I took his hard dick 
all the way in, other times I would go down partially and then rise up again 
or go all the way down and only come up half-way before plunging it into 
me again.  After a while I let myself settle down on him and ground my 
hips in a circle around his cock, like I was stirring a pot except it was his 
cock doing the stirring inside my bowl of a pussy. 

"Oh Mom!" was all he could get out as a long groan erupted.  I felt his 
hands reaching out to grip my bare thighs.  The feel of his young strong 
hands working their way over my naked body made me just moan along 
with him.  We were both so consumed in our lust that neither of us could 
utter a word!  Obviously his cock was old enough to know what to do and 
nobody could say he wasn't enjoying it!

I decided to stay on top of him as there would be plenty of time to teach 
him various positions later. There was no way he was going to last very 
long and who could blame him for that?  For now it was enough to just 
have him in me, to finally own my son's virginity, secure in the knowledge 
that I would always be his first. No matter what girl he might fuck later, I 
would always be the one he did before her.  Yes, he was mine now in a 
way not even Becky could be.  All I needed now was his cum to compete 
the circle and I knew it wasn't going to take much more to get that.  I 
began to rapidly bounce on his cock, rising up and then dropping down on 
him as quickly as I could.  My hand reached down between my legs and I 
stroked my clit with my fingertips.  Then I reached a little further down until 
I could feel his shaft moving in and out of me between my fingers as I 
cupped my pussy in my hand.

"Cum in me Kyle!" I begged him  my voice hoarse with emotion and lust, 
"Fuck me Kyle, cum in your mom!"

Kyle's head pulled back and he grimaced as he seemed to be holding 
back as long as he could before cumming in me.  Suddenly I felt him burst 
inside of me and I held myself still on him as his cum erupted from his 
cock like an angry volcano, filling his mother's pussy with his seed.

"Oh my God!…….That's it Kyle, give me your cum, give you mommy all of 
it now!"

"Ohhhhhhhhh," he groaned as I felt his hips jerk up against me over and 
over as he pumped his cock dry.  I could feel that strange sensation deep 
inside of me, like a warm glow that blossomed briefly and then slowly 
faded away.  I knew each time I felt it that it meant my son's sperm was 
being pumped into me from the end of his erect dick, a flood of his cum 
filling me as his cock tried in vain to fulfill its ancient duties as part of the 
mating ritual between a male and a female.  As it was, all of its were in 
vain as my tubes had been tied; but it was making a magnificent effort 
nonetheless!  I imagined his sperm inside of me, millions of them 
swimming in my pussy, hunting for the egg that wasn't there and then 
dying with their mission unfilled.

I leaned forward until my breasts were against his chest and I let my 
weight press against his motionless body. It was as if all of his energy and 
fortitude had escaped along with his cum when he fucked me, leaving him 
a weak, limp figure where such a strong and erotic young man had just so 
recently been.  The rest of his body may have gone limp but not the most 
important part!  His cock didn't seem to want to give up a moment, though, 
and I could still feel it poking up inside of my now freshly cum-filled pussy. 
Well, if it wasn't finished then I certainly wasn't!

I dismounted from his pole and laid on my side along his legs such that I 
could suck his cock while my hand played gently with his hairy balls, 
rolling them in their sacs like a Las Vegas car shark flipping through a 
deck of cards. His cock tasted so delicious!  I loved the taste of a man's 
cock just after he had fucked me, when it was covered with a mixture of 
his sperm and my pussy juices.  At first I just licked it, savoring the aroma 
and flavor of his damp crotch as I felt his pubic hair pressing against my 
cheek as I laid my head down to lick his cock for him.  He wasn't so far out 
of it that he was immune to what I doing to him.  As I took his sensitized 
cock head into my mouth again, I felt him shudder as my tongue played 
along the ridge line and my mouth sucked hard on his cock. 

"Oh mom…that feel so good!" he whispered to me.  His voice sounded like 
it was coming from miles away, barely audible over the slurps and other 
noises I was making as I sucked his cock again. I knew as horny as he 
was now it wouldn't take much to get him off again and I was right, of 
course.  This time he came again in my mouth but it wasn't nearly as big a 
load as before and I easily swallowed it as it shot against the back of my 
throat.  I kept it in my mouth and then I let some of his cum drool out, 
spilling onto his cock and lower stomach.  I quickly licked up the parts that 
hit his stomach and then turned to my attention back to my son's beautiful 
cock.  I allowed the cum in my mouth to drop back down on his cock, like it 
was icing on a cake warm from just being taken from the oven. 

I scooted up further until my head rested on his chest.  With my upper leg 
and arm draped over him, I hugged him and pressed my still throbbing 
pussy against his hip.  It felt so good to lay next to my son, to feel his 
naked body against my own and to feel my breasts pressed against his 
nude body.  We must have laid that way for almost an hour or more, just 
relaxing and absorbing the moment.  I knew this wasn't the last time my 
son would fuck me – not by a long shot if I had anything to say about it!  
But it WAS the only time he would fuck me for the first time and I wanted 
to brand the image and feelings into my brain so I would remember each 
and every sensation. 

"Mom?"

I blinked my eyes and woke from whatever world I had drifted into at the 
sound of my son's voice.

"Yes Kyle?"

"Are you sure this is OK?…..I mean, I never dreamed I would ever do 
this."

I stroked his hair with my fingers and looked at him, eye-to-eye.   "Oh 
Kyle, this is the most wonderful thing a mother and her son can do.  
There's NOTHING wrong at all for you to show me how much you love me 
in a more intimate way."

"But…………. isn't this………..incest?"

"Yes Kyle, but that doesn't make it bad.  I've never told you this before, but 
I have let my father fuck me since I was about your age."

I heard a sharp gasp as Kyle's eyes opened wide and he just stared at 
me.

"Don't be so surprised.  Is it any different for a daughter to want to please 
her father in the same way a son wants to please his mom?"

"I just can't believe grandpa fucks you.  Does dad know?"

"Well, believe it……and he still does by the way!" I said with a smile on my 
face.  "And your father knows all about it."

"Really?!" Kyle gasped. "Noooooo, now you're just kidding me."

"Sure, why not?"

"What does dad say about it?"

"Well, what do you think he will say about his own son fucking his wife?" I 
said mischievously. 

"You're going to tell Dad!?" Kyle asked as his body seemed to go rigid with 
fear.

"Don't worry, we've discussed this since before you were borne so it won't 
be any surprise, that's for sure!" I said with a little laughter to my voice.

"I guess I just never thought about you this way before mom," Kyle said, 
running his fingers along the outline of my breast pressed against him.

"Mmmm, and how do you think about me now?" I inquired.

"I mean, you're STILL my mom you know," he said quickly, "It's just that, 
well you know, now it just seems different."

"Oh?" I responded innocently, "and how is it different."

"Mommmmmm!" he protested, suddenly acting his age with me, "You 
know what I mean."

"No, tell me" I pressed him.

"Well…..I mean now I want to do what we did again," he murmured shyly.  
I giggled like a schoolgirl.

"Well, from now on if you want to fuck me Kyle, all you have to do is ask 
you know."

Kyle's lips pursed and I could see he was struggling to say the words I 
knew his cock wanted him so badly to say.  Finally it just burst out of him 
like a balloon that suddenly was let loose. 

"Can I fuck you again Mom?"

God, if he only knew how badly I had been waiting to hear those words 
from him!  Could he fuck me?  OF COURSE he could!  My pussy was 
crying for another round of his young cock and this time it meant even 
more to me in that he had asked me to do it this time.  For the first time my 
little boy had asked if he could fuck his mom and I wanted to cry from the 
happiness I felt inside.  I reached up and kissed him on the cheek.  
Somehow it just didn't seem right to kiss him on the lips.  I wasn't his 
girlfriend, I was his mother for heaven's sake!   I wanted him sexually, not 
as his lover.

"Of course you can Kyle…..of course you can," I murmured softy in his 
ear, "You can fuck me as much as you want to.  Like I said, all you have to 
do is ask me."

I rolled on my back and spread my legs, exposing my pussy for him to 
see.  My arms reached out for him and he got on top of me missionary 
style. This time it didn't take any encouragement from me, he knew just 
what he wanted and it was exactly what I wanted as well.  He grabbed his 
dick and fumbled around, trying to get it into my pussy hole.

"Sorry,' he mumbled, as he kept pushing his cock against my crotch but 
never seemed to find the right mark.

"It's OK, you'll learn," I encouraged him, "Here, let me show you."

I reached down and put my hand over his and helped him to guide himself 
to my wet pussy hole.

"Feel that?" I asked him as the head of his cock pressed against the 
opening of my cunt.  He nodded and made some noise that sounded like a 
yes. "Good…..now push yourself in me."

I felt his cock press harder against my pussy and he groaned as he cock 
slid back inside of me again.

"That's it Kyle, that's my boy," I encouraged him, "Put it all inside of me."

His hips swung into me as he pushed his hard cock deeper and deeper 
into his mother's pussy.

"Now fuck me Kyle," I panted, my hips moving in rhythm with his son.  Our 
eyes met when I said that and I saw them sparkle.  "Do you like me to say 
that?  DO you like to hear your mom ask you that?"

"Oh yeah," he gasped, "That's so cool to hear you mom ask you that!"

"Well fuck me then," I insisted, "fuck me harder!"

 "Oh Mommmmmm," he groaned as he began to bang me probably the 
way he had always wanted to bang the little sluts he dated. I loved him on 
top of me.  It was like my son was controlling me, taking charge of his 
mom sexually, working hard to satisfy my needs and desires. 

"Oh yeah Kyle, that's how I like it," I panted, "fuck me like that!"

He was pounding me, in every sense of the word.  His crotch would bang 
into mine, burying his shaft as deep in to me as he could and then 
withdrawing until he as barley in me, sometimes until he actually did slip 
out of me.  My cunt was so wet and spread open that it was easy now for 
him to re-enter me and just keep going without hardly losing a beat. 

"I'm going to cum again," he announced. I  could feel him getting into 
position to pull out of me but I would have none of THAT!

"Stay in me Kyle," I begged him, "Cum inside your mother!"

"Ohhh" he moaned as yet again my boy came inside of me.  By now his 
balls must be getting low on sperm but he still managed a respectable 
orgasm. I wrapped my legs around him the best I could and pulled him 
tightly into me, letting his dick push as far as possible into me.  He 
emptied himself inside of me and it felt just as good as the first time. When 
he was finished he started to pull out of me but I held him and pulled him 
tightly down on top of me.

"Stay in me for a while," I whispered in a voice husky with emotion, "Let 
me feel you in me."

Kyle tried to hold himself off of me by resting on his elbows but I didn't 
mind the pressure of my son's naked body pressed against my own.  It felt 
so right, no natural, to be with him like this.  Mother and son, naked and 
coupled together as one.  For the first time I think I understood how my 
father felt when he fucked me for the first time.  He had often told me how 
much he loved it and how special it made him feel for me to tell him I was 
his for whatever he wanted – no strings attached.  Sure it was different in 
that the child was now fucking his parent rather than offering herself to her 
father but in many ways it was a similar experience. 

I don't know for sure how long we laid like that.  His cock FINALLY shrunk 
down and eventually he pulled it out of me and got out of bed.  I looked 
hungrily at his fifteen year-old cock and if he had asked I would have let 
him fuck me yet again but I think I had reached the end of even his 
overactive teenage horniness. I briefly wondered what it would have been 
like to have a daughter, a girl didn't lose her lust with her orgasm. It would 
certainly be different than it had been with Kyle!  Another revelation swept 
through me as I thought how maybe this was how it was when my mom 
and I got together and why she preferred to be alone with me sexually.  
We only did a three-some with my dad for his entertainment on special 
occasions.

I must have fallen asleep on his bed because next thing I knew I was 
being kissed and I opened my eyes to see Mark hovering over me – 
naked!

"Hmmm, looks like someone finally got her wish!" he said with a grin.  I 
just blushed and that told him all he needed to know.  I felt his hand 
exploring between my thighs as he climbed into bed with me.

"I think someone could use some more dick," he teased me as he rubbed 
his cock along my upper thigh and hip before getting on top of me.   
Without another word he rammed it inside of me and started fucking me.  
It was a bit weird to fuck my husband in my son's bed not an hour after 
that same son had fucked me but who was I to complain?  I was now 
getting it from both men in my life and what more could a wife - and 
mother, ask?

  
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