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Subject: Title story: "MY SON'S STROKES" Author: INCEST MOM 59963760
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Date: Sun, 20 Nov 2005 05:03:03 +0000
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MY SON'S STROKES I stood in the shower, letting the spray from the shower rinse
the soap from my body. I turned off the spray of water and opened the stall
door. I began to dry myself, taking my time. I looked at myself in the full-
length mirror. I looked pretty good for a woman my age. My breasts were full and
round, my nipples dark and erect. My hips hadn't blown up into wide expanses of
flesh like most women my age, and my tummy was still flat. Yes, I thought,
standing there, I still looked pretty good. Then, I heard the floor creak out in
the hall. I froze, wondering, and then thought that I might be hearing things. I
heard another noise --- a shuffling sound. Without being too obvious, I glanced
at the doorknob to the bathroom. Through the keyhole, I could see movement. My
son was peeking on me! He was out there, no doubt, playing with himself, looking
at my naked body. I stood still, listening intently to the silence. Just above a
whisper, I could hear his rapid breathing, and I could have sworn I could hear
the slap-slap-slap sound of his masturbating. I moved closer to the door and sat
on the toilet stool. I didn't know what to do, but I knew I was actually
thrilled by being watched. I spread my legs to give him a better view. I faced
the keyhole, and reached down and parted my pussy lips. I could hear his heavy
breathing for sure. I knew positively that he was watching and playing with
himself. I stood and stretched, then quickly reached for the door knob and
pulled the door open. Donald, my son, squatted there, his shorts pulled down to
his ankles, his hand wrapped around his cock. His eyes were wide, his mouth
open. He stopped mid-stroke, his balls hanging low beneath his hard, red-headed
pecker. His face reddened and he started to stand up. I simply took a step
toward him and grabbed the back of his head, pushing his face into my hot, wet
pussy. "You wanted to see my pussy," I said, "now, suck on it, stick your tongue
in it." I could feel his lips against my pussy lips. I knew he had wanted to
protest, and I knew that he had been embarrassed. I felt that this was the best
way to let him know that not only was it OK, but that I liked the idea and
wanted his hot mouth on me. I felt his tongue dart out, licking my pussy lips. I
let go of his head, and he backed away a little bit, looking at my hairy snatch
close up. Then he looked up at my face, his big brown eyes questioning. "Is it
OK, Mom?" he asked. "Sure it's OK, Donnie," I said. "I like that. I want you to
like my body. It's OK, just lick Mommy like you really want to." He continued
stroking himself then, as I felt his hot breath on my thighs and pussy as he
moved his mouth and tongue closer to my hot pussy. He moved his tongue up one
side of my snatch, and with one hand, parted my pussy lips and touched my clit
with the tip of his tongue. The touch sent fire through me. I could feel my legs
shake, and I was too turned on the think of anything but cumming. I grabbed the
back of his head, pressing his face into my snatch. I could feel his tongue
inside my cunt, moving in and out, and I came with a loud moan, my body shaking,
my knees weak. "Oh, Goddammit, son," I said. "I haven't felt like this in a
long, long time. Oh," I said. "Oh, God!" I came again. I pressed his face harder
to me, and I knew that he was having a hard time breathing. I pulled away, weak
at the knees. He continued stroking himself, and he stood, looking at my tits. I
heard him moan, and suddenly, there was cum shooting out of his cock, wetting my
stomach, my thighs. He stroked himself faster and faster, and his cock shot cum
like a sprinkler. It flew out and hit me on the legs, and one drop actually shot
all the way up to my tits. I began rubbing his cum into my body, and he stood
and stared at what I was doing. "Follow me," I said, taking his hand and leading
him into the bedroom. I lay on the bed and spread my legs. "Fuck me!" He climbed
on top of me, and I felt his hard prick pressing against my wet pussy. I felt
his slide it in, all the way, with his balls pressing against my ass. I lifted
my legs and surrounded his ass with my knees, holding him to me. He took one
nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it, and the sensation sent thrills through
me, making my pussy wetter than it had been in a long, long time. He began
thrusting, his balls slapping against me, and the noise of our sweating skin
slapping together was loud and thrilling. I hadn't had sex in years, and here
was my stud son, fucking me like a champ. His cock was hard and thick, and the
feeling of his hot dick in me was a surprise and a delight. "Fuck me faster,
Donnie, fuck me!" I shouted. He thrust faster and faster, and I felt his cock
harden even more. He grunted. And I felt his dick jerk inside me and his balls
tighten. I felt my insides filled with his cum each time his cock shot, and the
feeling made me cum again and again, an orgasm that I could feel from my toes to
the top of my head. He kept thrusting, and I came again, feeling his cum running
out of my hot, wet pussy and down to my ass hole. "Donnie," I said, "you're an
amazing fuck." He pulled out of me and lay on the bed beside me. "You're not mad
I was peeking on you?" I shook my head. "Silly, I've been peeking on you,
watching you jack off every day!" He opened his mouth to say something, and I
just pulled his mouth to my tits. --- Donna M., San Bernardino, CA
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