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Subject: i n c e s t story: "MY SON'S STROKES" 41959
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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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