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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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