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A LESSON FOR MY SON
Looking at my son, as he stepped out of the
bathroom wearing a towel, turned me on. I had
thought for the longest time that my secret was
horrible, that there was something wrong with me.
I bought several magazines, wherein people wrote
letters that dealt with the same issue I had going
on in my life.
I was up late one night, fantasizing about my son,
James. I was reading a really hot letter written
by a mother who had actually had sex with her son.
Just the tone of the letter was really turning me
on, and scenes of the tale told in the little
magazine invaded my sleep, which was full of
dreams of a young man, licking, sucking, and
fondling his mother.
When I awoke the next morning, I heard James in
the shower. I went into the kitchen to start a pot
of coffee and breakfast. I carried the little
digest magazine with me, and after the coffee
brewed, I sat at the table and re-read the letter.
I thumbed through the magazine again, looking for
other articles about sex between aunts and
nephews, mothers and sons, grandmothers and
grandsons --- any older female relative with a
younger male relative. I found another one,
written from the point of view of a son. I read it
eagerly, and when I heard the bathroom door open
and close, I went and jumped in the shower. James
was in his room getting dressed.
I took the shower mainly just to relieve my
tensions by playing with myself. There were others
like me, and their stories were so erotically
intense, I couldn't even finish the one written by
the nephew. I had to masturbate.
I turned off the shower, after making all kinds of
noises when I came, a resounding orgasm that
didn't stop with one. It just continued and
continued.
I dried myself and threw on a short bath robe. I
went back in the kitchen. James was sitting at the
table, engrossed in the magazine, reading the
story written by the son. He looked up when he
heard me, and his face reddened. He closed the
magazine and pushed it away from him quickly, as
if not wanting me to know that he had been reading
it.
"Ready for breakfast?" I asked, eyeing the
magazine on the table.
He nodded. "Just coffee and toast would be nice."
His voice sounded like a far away mumble, and he
cleared his throat, at the same time squirming in
his chair.
The story had obviously made him excited. I
decided that the only thing to do was open the
subject. As I turned to pour a cup of coffee for
James, I said, "I see you've been reading my
magazine."
He answered too quickly. "Just thumbing through
it, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was yours." That
was a silly statement. There was no one else in
the house except the two of us.
I shrugged. "No problem. You can finish the story
you were reading."
I turned to him and put the coffee on the table,
standing very close to him.
"You would think," he said, trying to sound
nonchalant, "that if a person had that kind of
fantasy, they would let the other person know
about it, rather than writing about it."
I smiled, glad for the opportunity to talk about
it. "How would you let them know? You can't just
walk up to your nephew or aunt or mother or son,
and say, 'Hey, let's fuck!'"
He didn't look at my face. He looked at my robe.
"You could do it this way," he said. He reached up
and, with shaking hands, undid the tie to my robe.
It fell open, revealing my pubic bush and the
cleavage of my tits. Carefully, he pulled it open
wider, then slipped it off my shoulders.
He leaned toward me and stuck his tongue in my
navel. Then, he moved his lips up and down my
belly, slowly, moving farther down each time,
closer to my hot pussy. The feeling of his lips
against my skin thrilled me, sending feelings
through me I hadn't felt in a long time. Then,
just before he reached my hairy bush, he moved his
lips back up to my navel.
"Oh, my god," I whispered. He stuck out his tongue
and moved it slowly up to my breasts, licking,
moving in circles. His tongue touched one of my
nipples as he moved one hand around to my
buttocks, and the other to my crotch. He gently
moved his fingers up one of my pussy lips and down
the other, at the same time sucking on one of my
nipples.
"You smell nice," he said. "You smell like a warm,
moist spring morning, like flowers or something."
I didn't know what to make of that, other than the
fact that it was a compliment that I thought I
would never hear. It was a real turn-on, hearing
my son say that. He was waxing truly poetic as his
mouth and hands moved over my body.
I pulled away from him, holding on to his hand,
forcing him to stand up. With shaking hands, I
reached out and pulled his T-shirt above his head,
then reached down and unsnapped his pants. I
pulled them down. He was wearing briefs, and I
could see the hard bulge of his cock stretching
the elastic band. With one quick motion, I pulled
the shorts down to his ankles. His cock shot up in
the air, a purple-headed, fat cock about six
inches long. His balls were peppered with light
brown hair. There was a fine line of light brown
hair from his navel down to his little thicket of
fine, brown pubic hair. His fat cock stuck upright
above it, throbbing, pointing at my face.
Surprisingly, he took the initiative. He reached
out and turned me around gently, and then, by
gently pushing on my shoulders, bent me over the
table. He reached around and massaged my nipples
with his thumbs and fingers as I felt his hard
dick press into my pussy from behind. He pressed
harder and harder, and I felt his hard dick slide
all the way into me. He was moaning and breathing
hard, saying things like, "All this time, I've
wanted this so bad."
He pulled out of me, then pushed back in again. He
began to thrust, and just the thought of his hard
cock buried in me made me cum. I was shaking all
over, and came again. I could feel his throbbing
cock begin to jerk, and to my surprise, he didn't
cum inside me. He pulled out of me and stuck his
cock between my ass cheeks, rubbing it up and down
the valley between my buttocks. Then, I felt his
dick jerk again, and I felt his hot cum shoot onto
my back. Loads of the hot cum shot all over my
back and my ass as he groaned, "Mom, you're the
greatest!"
He put his cock back in my wet pussy, and I came
again, shuddering and shouting his name.
Then, he reached down and pulled me upright, and
his cock slipped out of me, still hard, still
throbbing.
"That's how the guys do it in the porno flicks
I've seen," he said.
"There are other ways," I said.
During that spring and summer, we tried them all.
--- Christine R., Phoenix, AZ
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