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Date: Mon, 23 May 2005 08:18:41 +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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