Subject:     First Time With My Son 
Story Codes: mF mast inc mother son 
Date:        April 16, 2012 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

I couldn't even begin to guess how many people have asked me if I plan to 
have sex with my kids.  How can I possibly answer that when Ive been married 
less than a year?  OK, sometimes I do indeed dream about what might happen 
someday after I get married and have kids of mine own.  This is just one of 
those fantasies.  Whether it will ever come true or no... who knows?

Please note that I originally wrote this long before I was married, even 
before my current husband and I started dating again.  Ive fixed a few 
grammar and spelling errors since then but left it pretty much intact as a 
testimony to my past fantasies.

Table of Contents:
   Chapter 1 - LBK (Life before Kids)
   Chapter 2 - Kyle Grows Up
   Chapter 3 - Seducing My Son
   Chapter 4 - My Son Fucks Me
   Chapter 5 - My Son Fucks Me Again


Chapter 1 - LBK (Life before Kids)
==================================

I can't remember a time when I didn't want to get married.  The only real 
question was when and to who.  I suppose that puts me on par with 99% of the 
rest of the girls out there, all of us wishing we could have a princess 
wedding.  What happens AFTER the wedding wasn't something I thought about a 
lot though.  Even less were any thoughts about sex with my future kids.  Then 
it sneaks up on you, that moment when you realize theres more to your son 
than that little boy tracking in dirt.  He still drives you crazy but in a 
much different way...

After graduating from college with my teaching degree, I applied for a 
position at my old school district where Id graduated.  As expected, I was 
offered a part time substitute job and then the following year was promoted 
to a full-time substitute role.  To the surprise of most people, even me, the 
next year I was offered a full-time permanent position as a fourth grade math 
teacher at a small private Christian school.

During all these career moves Id been dating a number of guys and over time 
I started getting closer and closer to one of them.  Mark and I each seemed 
to just know what the other was thinking and we both loved many of the same 
things  including sex of course!  Mark was well aware of my reputation but 
it didn't matter to him.  What he cared about was the here and now.  What 
(and who) I did in the past was something that didn't concern him.  Of 
course, he didn't know ALL about my past  nobody outside my family knew 
THAT.

Mark DID know that I was close to my dad, but he had no idea just HOW close 
we were . I lived at home with my parents after graduation, circumstance 
which had a number of pros and a few cons.  There were those times I had to 
remind my parents that I was in my mid-twenties and not their little girl 
anymore.  Even so, there were those special times when I still enjoyed being 
daddy's little girl  especially when he was really horny.

I guess it was only natural that as he got older we didn't have sex as often.  
Even our daily morning "before-work tradition" became more like once or twice 
a week.  It wasn't like I needed the sex  I was getting plenty from Mark and 
his friends not to mention a little strange now and then just to keep 
things interesting.

What really mattered to me was that my dad knew he could have me whenever he 
wanted  all he had to do was ask!  From the first time I gave myself to him 
at the age of sixteen, Id promised my father that I would NEVER deny him  
no matter what, when or where he asked.  So far I was proud that Id kept 
that promise faithfully.  I loved my father in a way only a daughter can 
lover her father and I could never refuse him, not even when I got married.  
After all, even though I was married I was still his daughter and as my 
father he deserved to have me whenever he wanted.

As Mark and I fell more and more in love, it didn't come as any surprise to 
my friends or family when he finally proposed to me.  Actually, the only 
person who was surprised was Mark himself when he learned something about me 
that he never suspected!  

Knowing the problems my Aunt Linda had with her marriage Id promised myself 
that before I accepted a marriage proposal I would make sure my potential 
fianc understood the lifestyle I had shared with my family  as well as 
everything that I expected AFTER we got married.  I never figured that this 
would be a big problem because I couldn't imagine getting to the stage where 
a guy would propose to me that didn't already meet my requirements for a 
husband. 

As it turned out, that is was just what happened with Mark.  That's not to 
say he wasn't surprised  that would indeed be quite the understatement.  I 
mean, how could he not be?  Imagine what you would say if the girl youd 
proposed to told you that shed been letting her dad fuck her since she was 
sixteen  AND she fully intended to continue to allow him to do so after she 
was married to you?  

Of course, there were some side benefits in it for my husband as well.  Id 
certainly noticed while we were dating that Mark had a wandering eye for my 
cousin Kristi  and even some not-too-subtle interest in her mom, my Aunt 
Linda.  My own mom wasn't exactly shy when he was around as well so when I 
told him that once we were married that he could have sex with all three of 
them  with my full blessing, the smile on his face was pretty broad, maybe 
even a little TOO much! Of course, I told him that was AFTER we got married.

After I made sure that Mark fully understood everything about me, I was 
thrilled when he didn't even hesitate to kiss me and tell me that he was OK 
with everything and so I whole-heartedly accepted his proposal.  Soon 
afterwards when we were in bed alone to celebrate, after hed fucked me and 
we were laying quietly together he turned to me and surprised me by asking me 
if he could watch me having sex with my dad.  

I wasn't sure if the twinkle in his eye was just him wanting to see me being 
fucked by my dad or if he just wanted to be sure I wasn't pulling the biggest 
practical joke on him in history.  I agreed and finally talked my dad into it 
 he loved fucking me but wasn't really into putting on a show.  

We didn't make a big deal out of it, I just stripped quickly for them and 
then knelt down in front of my dad, pulled out his cock from his shorts, and 
start sucking on it.  There was something in Mark's face that made me think 
hed asked me to do this to be sure I wasn't kidding because for just a 
second he wasn't able to hide the shock that seemed to hit him.  He quickly 
recovered and acted as if there wasn't that bothered him but I knew then that 
it was the first time he really fully understood the implications of marrying 
me.

It was one thing to see me sucking his friend's cocks  that just earned him 
the respect and jealousy of his friends who knew he got to fuck me 
afterwards.  This was different; he was watching me suck a cock that actually 
meant something to me, blowing someone not so much for my own pleasure but to 
satisfy him.

After a while I kneeled between Mark's legs with my ass facing my dad.  The 
look on Mark's face when I leaned over, resting my forearms on his legs while 
my dad moved in behind me was priceless.  I can still remember reaching up to 
kiss Mark as my dad entered me.  There was something about how our lips 
pressed tightly together as I was shoved into Mark as my dad pushed himself 
into me.  I wondered how Mark felt, knowing the pressure he felt was the 
result of my father fucking me!

"I love you Mark," I whispered to him, looking my fianc in the eyes as I 
felt my dad's cock inside of me.

"Believe me now?" I said with a sly smile as I rocked on Mark's lap in time 
with my father's thrusts.

Even after seeing me sucking my dad's cock I don't think he DID believe me 
100% until now it was indisputable.  Seeing his future father-on-law fucking 
his fianc right in front of him ended any doubts he may have had, that's for 
sure!  I didn't leave him all horny, I WAS his fianc after all so gave him a 
blowjob and thus for the first time I had sex with my dad and another man 
outside our family where the guy actually knew I was my dad's daughter.  I 
was sure it wouldn't be the last time if I knew the sex drives they each had 
and as it turned out I was certainly correct in my forecast!

Although I promised Mark that he could have sex with my mom, he had to wait 
until we were officially married.  About a week after our honeymoon she told 
me to let him know she was "available".  I sort of got a kick out of how 
quickly my new husband was ready to fuck my own mother.  He may have been a 
bit uneasy to watch my dad fucking me but he certainly had no such qualms 
about doing his new mother-in-law!

Unfortunately I wasn't there when they did it the first time.  No matter how 
horny he made have been, Im sure it was still a bit weird for Mark to be 
having sex with his wifes mother.  For me to be there would probably have 
been more a distraction than anything.  Besides, my mom and I rarely even did 
my dad together so why start now with my husband?  

I spoke to my mom about it later and was happy to hear that she now 
"officially" approved of my new hubby.  Over time Mark had sex with my Aunt 
Linda and cousin Kristi as well.  I knew he had the hots for Kristi from the 
first time he had met her and he probably had sex with her more than all the 
other women in my family combined!  It didn't bother me as I knew Kristi was 
doing it just for the sex and had no "feelings" for my husband otherwise.  
Besides, if it kept Mark happy, I had no complaints.  

I now understood better how my mom felt when she watched my dad fucking me.  
I was his wife and I knew he loved me more than anyone else in the world so 
why should it bother me that he fucked my cousin?

There was one thing more about Mark that set him apart from everyone else Id 
ever had sex with.  When Mark and I were together, he was the first man NOT 
to fuck me.  Instead we "made love", a phrase Id never used for any other 
sexual encounter Id ever had, not even with my dad.  In all my sexual 
experiences, it was always one person or the other submitting themselves to 
their partner.

Sometimes I may have faked it and pretended to submit to a guy but I always 
liked to have control of the situation.  The only exception was with my dad 
in which case it was me that submitted to him.  I don't consider submittal to 
be "making love".  Thus is anyone asks, my dad fucks me, ne never makes 
love to me as that would be simply inappropriate.  I would feel really weird 
even trying to replay as my dads lover.  Im more than satisfied being his 
daughter!

With Mark, though, it was totally different and when we had sex during our 
honeymoon I finally understood the true nature of the bond between my mom and 
dad.  I remember the first time I ever saw them making love that night in the 
hot tub.  There was something between them that I could tell was there but 
didn't quite understand it.  It was enough to make me want to have sex with 
my parents in hopes of sharing that with them.  While I never did achieve 
that level of intimacy with my parents, we still had a wonderful bond between 
us in our own special way.

With Mark as my husband, I finally achieved such a relationship.  I didn't 
submit myself to Mark in the way I did to my dad, where I gave myself over to 
him totally for his pleasure.  I DID submit myself to my husband in the 
manner that the Bible demands but it was together with him honoring me as 
well.  We shared ourselves when we made love, each giving and taking equally.  
I had always said that I would make love with my husband someday and now I 
truly understood what that meant.


Chapter 2 - Kyle Grows Up
=========================

Mark and I not only made love, we eventually made a baby as well and when I 
was 28 years old I delivered my first son, Kyle.  We named him after Mark's 
best friend  also one of mine before we dated if you know what I mean.

As it turned out Kyle would be our only child even though I dearly would have 
loved to have a girl.  I seemed to have inherited the family propensity for 
difficult births and while it was not quite as life-threatening as my mom's 
experience with me, with my family history my doctor recommended getting my 
tubes tied to prevent any possibility of problems in the future.  We 
considered adoption but then concluded that Kyle was our natural son and we 
would accept God's will for us.

As Kyle grew I would let him see me naked but I never allowed it to be 
anything sexual, just the natural way for me to be around him at the 
appropriate times.  Besides, Ive never been one to just run around nude for 
no reason but in bed, the bathroom, and in our pool (when we bought our house 
I told Mark I wanted something more than just a hot tub!).  

While Mark and I slept nude, Kyle wore pajamas when he was younger which gave 
way to boxer shorts as he entered his teens.  For whatever reason he never 
wanted to sleep nude and we respected his decision.  He was also a little shy 
about being naked in more "personal" settings.  It was one thing in the pool 
or such where we all were nude and it was part of an activity but if we 
passed in the hall between the bathroom and his bedroom he preferred to cover 
himself rather than let me see him up close.  Actually I thought it was sort 
of cute and I preferred that he be that way than some sort of exhibitionist.

One of the areas Id struggled with was whether or not to let our son see me 
and Mark making love.  My parents had never allowed me to watch them when I 
was younger and if I hadnt stumbled upon them that one night when they were 
in the hot tub then who knows how my life may have turned out.  At the same 
time, I knew what they were doing when they closed the door as they didn't 
try to fool me into thinking they didn't have sex; it was just something they 
kept private between themselves.

After a lot of debate I decided to follow my parent's lead  at least at 
first.  Really, theres no good reason a pre-teen boy needs to watch his 
parents making love.  Maybe when he got older but I wasn't sure how I was 
going to approach it.  I figured Id cross THAT bridge when I got to it.

Masturbation was another decision for us.  Not about doing it of course, but 
whether or not we should let him see us.  My parents had never hid it from me 
and they actually encouraged me to pleasure myself whenever the need arose, 
even it was in the living room watching TV with them.   They did the same and 
it was nothing unusual for me to see my dad stroking himself when a hot girl 
was on TV.  Lord only knows how many times I saw him cumming when Samantha 
Carter of StarGate was featured on TV! 

My mom tended to be a bit more discreet, usually restricting herself to her 
bedroom where she maintained an incredible collection of toys in the drawers 
next to the bed.  Shed offered them to me but I was always more a finger 
girl when it came to pleasuring myself.

Here again, I decided to follow my parent's example.  We didn't want Kyle 
growing up to be shy or embarrassed about his natural feelings and needs.  
The LAST thing I wanted was to have him lock himself in the bathroom and jerk 
off to some Sears catalog because he didn't want his mom to see him 
masturbating!  No child should be raised with those inhibitions.

Mark had "the talk" with him and while at first Kyle tended to hide his self- 
pleasuring from me, over time he got bolder when he realized I just ignored 
him most of the time and didn't make a big deal out of it.  As for me, I 
never put on a "show" for him or anything but I left the door to our bedroom 
open and I knew he watched me more than a few times.  I never acknowledged 
him when he watched but just let him see me so he could understand that girls 
had some of the same needs that boys did, we just satisfied ourselves in a 
different way.  I was always amazed when I was dating in high school how many 
guys were surprised to find out that I enjoyed masturbating as much, if not 
more, than they did!

As Kyle grew older, I couldn't help but keep an eye on his physical 
development  especially what was growing between his legs.  When he was 
little I would give him baths and I felt a tingle when I washed his little 
cock.  It was more the idea of being naughty than actually doing anything 
that turned me on.

As my son grew older I had to be more discreet with things like bath time  
it wouldn't do to have him tell his teacher at school that his mommy was 
playing with his thing in the bath tub!  By the time he was fourteen I was 
wishing I could bathe him again as it was obvious that hed inherited his 
father's cock.  Mark's wasn't the biggest cock I had ever had, not by any 
means, but he was better than average and Kyle was definitely going to be 
pleasing the girls at school. 

I was thrilled when I first saw my son masturbating shortly after turning 
twelve.  It was like a milestone in his life that I later wished Id captured 
on video as a present for his future wife.  Actually I was a little surprised 
at how big his cock could grow at that age and it was amazing how far he 
would shoot his cum when he finished himself off!  It was like a game for him 
I think, seeing how far he could shoot when he came. 

It was one thing to ignore him while he was doing his thing but I had to draw 
the line when he got a little daring one day and shot some of his cum on the 
side of my face while I was bending over to pick up his dirty clothes from 
the floor on his room!  I was at least a couple of feet away but he nailed 
me!  Well, he got a good talking to after that one, believe you me.

While I had to maintain discipline with Kyle, later I confided to Mark how 
much it had turned me on but that I didn't dare say that to Kyle!  Once he 
got started it seemed that Kyle was masturbating every night and his boxers 
usually bore the results when he put them in the laundry.  A few times I 
would take them and smell the wetness in the crotch, wondering how it would 
taste if he had cum in my mouth instead of wasting it.

Kyle started getting serious about girls when he was about fifteen.  We had 
taught him to be respectful of women and if anything, even though we were 
open about sex at home I would have bet that the girls his age thought he was 
one of the more conservative boys in school. I think a lot of that was a 
credit to how we had brought him up.  Unlike so many boys his age, Kyle knew 
what was under their clothes and while he had yet to touch his first girl, at 
least he wouldn't be starting from scratch.  

Mark and I were discussing him one night and the subject of his dating came 
up.  So far he had only gone out on group dates but he was talking more and 
more about single dating which meant one thing  he was getting ready for 
sex.  We debated what was best for him, let him fumble about his first time 
and possibly embarrass himself as well as making it a bad time for his date?  
Should we "prepare" him in some way?  If so, how?  

We considered letting him watch us but then there was nothing like hands-on 
experience.  Mark wasn't quite ready for his son to do a threesome with me 
and I guess I couldn't blame him.  Unfortunately, we ended up making the same 
mistake so many parents do  we assumed we had time to make a decision.

One day Mark came home from a date with a huge grin on his face.  Mark asked 
him what was going on and he confessed to us that he had gotten his first 
blowjob  and not just from one girl but from three!  As it turned out, you 
didn't need to single date to get your cock sucked.  Kyle confided that he 
hadn't even kissed two of the girls but they had just rotated between the 
guys.  I guess that in their world, kissing was personal but sucking a guy's 
cock was just having fun.  The funny thing was, that was just the way I had 
felt at his age so who was I to say anything!

We asked him if he enjoyed it and he looked at us like we were two dinosaurs.  
It WAS a stupid question I guess.  When he left to go to his room Mark and I 
looked at each other and we both knew we didn't have nearly as much time as 
wed thought!  From the ways things were going it wasn't going to be too long 
before my little boy fucked one of those girls and I wanted him to be ready!


Chapter 3 - Seducing My Son
===========================

I wasn't 100% sure how to approach Kyle.  It wasn't like theres an 
instruction manual for this and even in my own family, there was no 
consistency to how incest got started.  Even though my dad had wanted me to 
suck his cock when I was eight and then to fuck me from the time I first had 
sex at fourteen, he somehow managed to wait until I made the first move which 
didn't happen until after I was sixteen and had been having sex with my 
boyfriends for two years.  

My grandfather had wanted to have sex with my mom and her sister when they 
weren't even teenagers yet.  He just approached them in bed (my mom first) 
and simply took their virginity without even asking.  

So far, the incest in my family had been started between a father and 
daughter.  The methods may have been different, but the relationships were 
the same.  Nowhere in my family was there a mother-son relationship.  My 
cousin Rick fucked his aunts (my mom and Aunt Linda) but that was not nearly 
the same as if he had done his mom.  How I dealt with Kyle was thus new 
territory, even in my own family, and I wanted to be sure it went perfectly.  
I even discussed it with my mom but surprisingly she left it up to me, saying 
that this sort of thing was best decided in my own conscious and that she 
didn't want to influence my decision.

It took me a few days but finally I came up with a plan.  It was a Saturday 
morning and as usual on the weekend, Kyle was still in bed when I awoke.  
After I used the bathroom I came out and saw that he had woken.  As usual, he 
was horny judging from the massive erection he was sporting.  I think he must 
have inherited my natural horniness that struck me in the mornings as well.  
Since I was a little teenager I would wake up wet and desperate to do 
something about it.  Usually that meant masturbating but when I was lucky, 
well just say he was lucky as well.  

My son had just begun stroking himself when I peeked into his bedroom and I 
flashed a quick smile at him before leaving him to his own efforts.  I took a 
few steps down the hallway and then stopped, pursing my lips as a feeling of 
determination filled me.  I turned around and went back to his bedroom where 
he was still in the beginning stages of his morning masturbation session.  
From the look on his face when he saw me watching, I realized that it didn't 
bother him that I had NOTICED he was masturbating but it was apparent he was 
uncomfortable with me WATCHING him do it. 

"Mom! A little privacy please?" he whined, his voice a bit strained as he 
kept stroking his now rock-hard cock.

It looked incredible and I felt a twinge between my legs as I couldn't help 
but stare at it.  When he let go it would point straight up to his face, 
standing parallel to his stomach as it hovered over him.  I felt a little 
jealousy at the thought of some teenage girl sucking his cock.  

How could a novice appreciate what a wonderful cock my son had to offer?  I 
couldn't believe that ANY teenage girl could be anywhere near as qualified as 
I was to suck my sons dick.  Id sucked literally hundreds and hundreds of 
cocks since I first sucked my boyfriend in that dark movie theater back when 
I was fourteen.  Even so, there was something special about the one I was 
staring at now that made me hunger for it like it was my very first one.

I took a deep breath and entered his room for the first time while he was 
jerking off.  I was nude but it wasn't like THAT was anything new for him.  
What WAS new was when I sat down on the edge of the bed next to him while he 
masturbated.  My bare ass was just far enough on the bed to bump up against 
hip.  It was nothing compared to when we were in the pool or hot tub; 
sometimes we would all be tightly pressed together when things got crowded 
but there WAS something different about the way it felt to be touching him 
now in this more intimate setting.  

Kyle was obviously confused.  On the one hand he must have wanted to pull the 
covers over as hed never been completely comfortable masturbating when I 
just watched him from the door, let alone sitting next to him.  On the other 
hand, he WAS horny as hell and I learned long ago that when a man was horny 
enough to start stroking his cock, it took an act of God to get him to stop!

"Do you mind if I watch Kyle?" I asked him softly, trying not to be too 
intimidating, "After all, I let you watch me masturbate sometimes."

Kyle hesitated a bit at that.  It was true that hed watched me a number of 
times but it was usually from the doorway of my bedroom and I would usually 
pretend not to notice him there.  It wasn't at all like this, where I was 
sitting right next to him with the obvious intent of watching him jerk off.  
I noticed that while he may have slowed down a bit, his hand as still 
stroking his cock and it hadn't softened one little bit!

"Thinking about Becky?" I asked, trying to turn the conversation away from 
me.  

He looked a little embarrassed but I smiled at him and gently rested my hand 
on his bare leg.  "Don't be shy, I see the way you react 'down there' 
whenever she's around.  She IS a little hottie, isn't she?"

Judging from the sly smile on his face, thoughts of Becky must have entered 
his mind and he nodded saying, "Yea, she's hot, that's for sure."

I couldn't blame him, she WAS a sexy little minx and even Mark had commented 
a few times about her.  Becky was a cheerleader and the epitome of everything 
Id hated in them back when I was in high school  perky, blond, busty and a 
body to kill for.  Even so, I had to admit even I got a little wet when she 
was around!

"I bet you want to have sex with her, don't you?" I said, running my hand 
lightly over his upper thigh.

Kyle didn't seem to be bothered by me touching him, if anything he seemed to 
be ignoring it.  Now and then when he was smaller I use to rub his back when 
he was in bed although I hadn't done that in quite a while. Sometimes my hand 
would wander to his firm little butt and it was tempting to reach down 
further between his legs but I made sure I quickly returned to "safer" 
territory. 

Kyle closed his eyes and seemed to be concentrating on Becky.  My hand was 
running up closer to his crotch with each stroke up and down his leg, getting 
closer to where he was manipulating his massive hard-on. 

"Are you thinking about Becky sucking your cock?" I said softly, trying to be 
suggestive but not break his concentration.  "Did she make you cum?  Did she 
take it in her mouth?"

"Oh yeah," he whispered, as if talking from a dream.  His eye were closed and 
he was stroking himself slowly, as if trying to savor the moment he was 
remembering.

Without saying another word, I gently pushed his hand off of his cock and 
replaced it with my own.  I started stroking him gently, feeling the hardness 
of his cock in my hand.  God he was like a piece of steel!  I was pleased to 
find my hand fit around him almost the same as it did around his father's 
cock.

I had half expected him to pull away and tell me not to touch him but he was 
a typical young teenage boy whose cock had taken over his brain in such 
situations.  If he hadn't already been so horny it mightve been different 
but at this point he needed to get off and not even having his own mother 
holding his cock was enough to deter him.

"Mom?" he said, as he realized what was happening.

I softly hushed him and whispered to him, "Close your eyes and imagine its 
Becky stroking you.  Imagine that its her hand on your wonderful hard cock."

I think if he hadn't already been so horny he might have thought about it and 
maybe even protested but he was much too far gone to think of anything but 
the hand on his cock, even if it was his own mothers.

I continued to stroke his cock and he couldn't help but groan slightly as my 
hand worked its way around his shaft.  I felt a bit proud of myself  this 
was no young teenage girl fondling his cock without a clue as to what to do!  
I looked up at his eyes and softly asked him, "Did she make you feel this 
good?"

"Yea... but you do it better Mom," he gasped as my fingers played over the 
head of his cock. 

I couldn't hold myself back anymore.  I HAD to have that cock.  I HAD to suck 
my son's cock.  So many years I had wanted him and now it was in my hand, 
waiting for his mother to take it in her mouth.  I took a deep breath and 
then leaned over and touched the tip of his cock with my tongue.  When I took 
the head in my mouth I felt him shudder as my tongue ran around the head.

"Mom!" he gasped, his eyes opening and seeing what I was doing, "What are you 
doing?"

"Just lay back and let me show you what a REAL blowjob feels like," I 
encouraged him, holding his cock just outside of my mouth.  "I'm going to 
make you feel better than that little tramp ever did."

Once again, the little head trumped the big head and Kyle released a big 
breath as his head flopped back onto his pillow.  He bunched up the pillow 
under his head then so he could watch what I was doing to him and I could 
almost feel his eyes boring in on me as I started to suck my son's cock.  My 
entire body tingled as I realized what I was doing.  This wasn't just any old 
cock I was sucking  it was my SON'S!!! 

My head descended down his shaft until I had him all the way in my mouth.  He 
wasn't easy to take in and I would have bet anything little Becky never took 
that much of him in HER mouth! Slowly I raised back up again, licking the 
shaft as I went up and then I bobbed my head up and down his moistened shaft.   
His pubic hair was just beginning to fill in and wasn't nearly as thick as 
his father's but it was cute and he had a pleasant odor to his crotch.  After 
a few strokes he began to moan and groan almost non-stop.  I let him flop out 
long enough ask him how it felt.

"Oh mom!" he gasped, "You're like... incredible!"

"Better than Becky?"

"Oh yeah, you are soooooo much better than her!"

It was music to my ears, hearing my son tell me how mother was giving him a 
blowjob better than his girlfriend had.  For so many years Id masturbating 
as I dreamed of him telling me what a great BJ I was giving him and now it 
was happening for real!

I adjusted myself on the bed so I could grip his cock in my left hand while I 
sucked him, leaving my right hand free to work on myself a bit.  I put my 
hand between my legs and began to touch myself as I sucked on Kyle's 
wonderful cock.  God I was soaked!  Again, I couldn't believe that after all 
these years I was actually sucking my son's dick!

I took his cock in my mouth as I moved my hand from his shaft to his balls, 
gently caressing them in their sacks as my head bobbed on his shaft.  I 
pulled my hair back so he could get a good view of his mother as she sucked 
his cock.  I looked up at him and our eyes met, his were unblinking as he 
stared at what I was doing to him.

"Do you like to watch me suck your dick?" I asked him quickly before resuming 
my work on him.  Does it feel better to have you own mother sucking it?

"Geeze mom, I can't believe you're doing this to me!" he moaned as his hips 
lifted up to meet my mouth. 

I knew it meant - he was getting ready to cum.  Sure enough, a few strokes 
later and he groaned loudly and then released an incredible surge of cum into 
my mouth.  God, my son sure had a lot of cum to give me!  His hips jerked 
again and again as he squirted one load after another of his young sperm into 
my mouth.

When he was done I lifted my head and looked up at him as I let it dribble 
from my mouth and back onto his dick, covering it with his sperm.  Then I 
dived back down and took him in my mouth again, lifting my head up like a 
squeegee to suck every drop off his cock again.  This time I stood up and 
swallowed it all down in a couple of gulps.  Licking my lips, I looked at him 
and smiled as my hand fondle his cock.  I noticed it was staying hard and I 
felt a surge in my pussy and I knew he wanted more.

"So tell me Kyle, how did it feel to have you mom suck your cock?"

"Oh mom, that felt SOOOOO good!" he gasped, still trying to catch his breath. 

"Did Becky swallow your cum?"

"Are you kidding? She wouldn't let me even cum in her mouth!"

"Ahhhhhh, now that wasn't very nice of her.  See how much better it is to 
have you mom suck you dick?"

Kyle looked a bit embarrassed but yet I could tell he had enjoyed it.  I 
guess it was natural for him to be a bit embarrassed the first time his mom 
sucked his dick but somehow I didn't think he would protest if I did it again 
 and I fully intended to but now I had other plans.

"Well, if a girl sucks your cock, it's only polite for you to do something 
for her in return," I said coyly.  Kyle's eyes widened again and I saw his 
glance down at my pussy and then back at my face again.

"You want me to..., he started to say and then paused as if he couldn't say 
the words.

You can say it Kyle, I encouraged him, Say what you want to do to me.

You REALLY want me to eat your pussy?" he said incredulously.

"What's the matter Kyle, don't you like my pussy?" I said as I moved my leg 
under me to make it easier for him to see my wet pussy.

"Oh no, I didn't mean that! It's just.. well you're my mom!"

"Well, didn't your mom just suck your cock?"

"Yea but..."

"Well, then I want you to lick my pussy," I responded, almost like a mother 
telling him to take out the garbage. 

I laid back with my head at the end of the bed and lifted my knees up until 
my feet were flat on his bed.   Grabbing a pillow, I pushed it under my ass 
to lift my hips upward and I started to play with myself while he watched.

"C'mon Kyle, I KNOW you must want to touch my pussy," I teased him.  Ive 
seen the way you look at me in the shower and hot tub.

As embarrassed as he may have been, Kyle couldn't help himself.  It wasn't 
his fault his was a male!  He moved in closer and stared at my pussy while I 
rubbed my wet clit for him to see.

"Now look here... thus is my clit.  See at how swollen and hard it is? Almost 
like when you're dick gets hard except it's VERY sensitive when it gets this 
way." 

I moved my finger down to my pussy hole.

"See, here is my vagina, I call it my pussy hole. See how wet it gets?" I 
said as I pushed the tip of my finger just inside of me.

I circled the first digit of my finger in side of me, pushed it all the way 
in, and then pulled it out to the first knuckle again and turned it around 
and around inside of me.  "When you touch a girl's pussy, here's where it 
feels good.  It's OK to explore inside but it's out here where you drive her 
nuts.  Watch me as I do it."

I masturbated for my son, for the first time allowing him to be up close and 
personal as I did myself.  I showed him how to touch my pussy, to play with 
my clit, to toy with my asshole with a wet fingertip.  He was watching my 
every move, sometimes even stroking his own cock as he did. 

"OK, it's your turn now to try," I said, reaching out to grab his hand and 
pull him into me.  He was tentative at first, almost afraid it seemed to 
actually touch me.  I moaned a bit more than I was actually needing to at 
that moment but it seemed to encourage him and he got more courageous as time 
passed.  Finally he got the nerve to push his finger inside of me and I 
gasped as I felt my son's finger exploring me inside. It wasn't so much the 
physical sensation  he WAS definitely an amateur, but the emotional release 
I felt when I realized my son was exploring my pussy was beyond words.

"OK now, leave your finger in me and reach down to kiss my clit," I told him.  
He seemed afraid at first but then gave in to my demands. After all, I WAS 
still his mother and so he responded to me as he had been brought up to do.  
When he got within a few inches of my pussy he stopped and looked up at me.

"Don't worry, it tastes good  just ask your father!" I encouraged him.

Mark had never smelled a pussy up this close before and I knew the odor of my 
cunt could be pretty strong when I was this turned on.  Nonetheless, he 
reached out with his tongue until it barely touched the edge of my swollen 
clit.  As light as the touch was, it was like a giant flashbulb exploded in 
my pussy and I jumped.  He pulled back and I reached out to pull his head 
back into me.

"Oh no, it's OK... don't be afraid, it just felt good," I assured him. He 
took a breath and this time his tongue made it to my clit and stayed there.  
God it felt incredible, especially knowing whose tongue was on my pussy!

"Suck on it while you play with my pussy," I instructed him.  He was a fast 
learner as I gave him more pointers and instructions as he continued to eat 
me. Damn, he was going to make some girl very happy soon!

"That's it Kyle... suck my clit... make me cum, oh god make your mommy cum!" 
I cried as I felt my orgasm welling up inside of me.

It's hard sometimes to explain how an orgasm begins.  In a way it starts in 
my pussy but yet it doesn't.  There really isn't any single point where it 
concentrates although some areas responded more than others. It is like my 
entire body suddenly begins to float and then these incredible sensations of 
pleasure start to wash over me like waves on a beach.   Because I usually 
have this when someone is playing with my pussy, the pulses and waves seem to 
originate from my cunt but I think that's more because I am focused on that 
spot more than any other. It is like when your foot falls asleep and then 
wakes up, except it's your entire body that tingles.  Imagine striking your 
funny bone  except that feeling is from head to toe.

I know some girls who won't orgasm simply because they are afraid of it.  
They get close and the feeling of losing control, the overwhelming nature of 
the pleasure it produces, makes them afraid to let themselves go and they 
hold back, consciously or not.  For me, it's the greatest feeling in the 
world and I can't get enough of it  which is likely why I masturbate daily, 
even when I get it every day from my husband.  It's nothing to do with love 
or anything, it's just like a junkie that can't get enough of a high.  Ive 
never done drugs but I think I can understand why people become addicted.  I 
guess you could say I am addicted to sex  or at least to the monstrous 
sensations it creates in me when I cum. 

As he licked and sucked me, I felt myself getting soaked as my pussy cum 
gushed from me.  Kyle responded by started to pull his head back, undoubtedly 
thinking I was peeing on him.

"Don't stop!" I pleaded, "It's just my pussy cum... oh god don't stop Kyle!"

I looked down at the site of my young son's head buried in my crotch, my bare 
legs gripping him, and it didn't seem possible he could be creating such a 
storm inside of me. Probably it was because he WAS my son that was making it 
so good for me.  Sex is such a mental thing for me that I had no doubt that 
knowing it was my son eating me out that was contributing to one of the best 
orgasms I had ever had! 

Alas, all good things end sooner or later and it was no different with this.  
I stopped my thrashing around and held his head still in my crotch. He pulled 
his finger out of me and looked up at me with a huge grin on his face.  
"Guess I did good, eh mom?" he said, a little swagger to his voice.

"Yes dear, you did a GREAT job and you mom's very proud of you!"

He sat up and I saw his hard-on was as hard as ever.  Hmmm, time to deal with 
that again! I pulled myself up and then pushed him back onto his back again.  
Gripping his hard cock, I looked at him with a sly grin.

"Oh yea, you did good... REAL good," I whispered, "And for that now you get a 
prize."


Chapter 4 - My Son Fucks Me
===========================

I straddled my son and rubbed my bare pussy against Kyles hard cock.  
Leaning over him, my boobs hung over his face and I lowered myself down until 
they just touched his cheeks.

"It's ok, you can suck them," I said to him in a motherly tone again. 

Kyle eagerly took the nipple of my right boob into his mouth and began to 
suckle on it like a baby cow on his momma.

"That's it Kyle, suck on it, just like you did when you were my little baby," 
I said soothingly to him.  

It felt wonderful to feel my nipples in his mouth. I looked down at him and 
for a moment my thoughts flashed back to when he was a baby, suckling on my 
nipples.  I remembered wondering back then if the day would ever come when he 
sucked them as man.  

Well, that day was here!  He wasn't sucking my boobs now because I was his 
mother giving him milk.  No, he was sucking them because they were a woman's 
breasts and he was turned on sexually by me, even though I was his own mother 
and more than twice his age!  I wanted more though, I wanted him completely, 
in every way.  I lowered my head to his ear and whispered, "I want you to 
fuck me now Kyle."

Kyle released his mouth from my breast and looked up at me with wide eyes.  A 
little oral sex was one thing; after all Kyle had told me that half the girls 
in school would give one on the first date!  However, it was a major leap to 
go from that to actually having sex  and with your mother at that.  Somehow 
with his mom nude and straddling his cock, my boobs hanging in his face, and 
the taste of my pussy fresh in his mouth, it wasn't as big an obstacle for 
him as it would have been an hour earlier! 

As for me, sex with a fifteen year-old horny boy was any older woman's dream 
and for the boy to be my own son, well THAT was simply over the top.  Other 
than my husband, theres no one Ive wanted to fuck me more than my son, even 
more than my own father.  With my dad, I want him to fuck me because I am his 
daughter and I want to please him and satisfy his needs.  With my husband I 
want to make love and share myself with him as a partner and lover.  With 
other men it is simply for my pleasure, period.  

With my son it is something entirely different though.  Of course I want the 
thrill of being fucked by a virgin teenage boy, to feel his excitement and 
lust as he finally experiences what he has been masturbating about for years. 
There is something else though, something more difficult to describe.  The 
thought of my son, a boy that was conceived in me and to whom I gave birth 
and raised, now fucking me was as erotic as anything I can imagine.  

For a son to want his own mother in a sexual way, and then to actually take 
her and fuck her, is the most incredible gift I can imagine a son could ever 
give his mother.  So here he was, a handsome young man, staring at me as if 
he couldn't believe his ears.  I could imagine the battle inside of him as 
his teenage lust was overcoming whatever inhibitions he had about having sex 
with his own mother.  I knew he was close to accepting his inner desires and 
so a little nudge was probably all he needed now.

"It's OK Kyle... it's perfectly natural for a boy to desire his mother.  I 
want you too... I want you to fuck me Kyle.  Please... fuck me Kyle, fuck 
your mother."

There, Id said it.  Those words I always dreamed of saying to my son but 
never thought there was a chance I ever actually would.  My god, Id just 
asked my own son, a hot young teenage boy about half my age, to fuck me!

Kyle was licking his lips and his eyes were bright with the lust and desire 
that was overcoming him.  I moved over on top of him and smiled down at him.

"Yes Kyle... I know you want to fuck me... God you have no idea how much I 
want my son to fuck me... I want it soooooo bad!"

I reached between my open legs, grabbed his stiff cock and lined it up with 
his mommy's hungry pussy.  I sat up straight so I could look down at him and 
watch his face as I slowly lowered myself onto his dick.  At least with a guy 
there wasn't any pain in taking his virginity! 

I shivered as I felt the head of his cock press up against my pussy, ready to 
penetrate me, ready to enter a pussy for the first time in its young life.  I 
may not have been as tight as I was twenty years ago but I still prided 
myself on having a firm pussy and for just a second I could feel it resisting 
him but then I felt that wonderful sensation I loved so much when a man first 
spreads my pussy apart and enters me, like my thighs are being split apart 
and a hot rod is entering me.  

Kyles eyes were fixed on his crotch where he could see the head of his cock 
disappear as it entered his mother's wet pussy.  More and more of him went 
out of sight as I slowly dropped down on him. I was soaking wet from his 
mouth on me, not to mention the incredible orgasm he had given me, so once 
his dick made it through the initial barrier he slid easily up into me until 
I felt his crotch pressed up against my pussy.  He was completely in my pussy 
now, my son's cock was now surrounded by my pussy!

"Oh yes Kyle, it feels so good to have you in me finally," I moaned.  He 
didn't respond but the expression on his was a mixture of pleasure and 
curiosity.

"Finally?"

"Mmmmmmm, yes Kyle, I've been wanting this for so long," I moaned as I leaned 
forward until my breasts were pressed down firmly on his chest.

Holding myself still, impaled on his cock, I could smell his warm body 
underneath me. "Lie still a second and just feel yourself in me.  Can you 
feel my pussy - do you feel how it grips and holds you?"

For a few minutes we simply remained motionless as his cock throbbed inside 
of me from his heartbeat.  My pussy muscles instinctively gripped him, 
holding him tightly as if to say it never wanted to let him loose again.  All 
I could think about, all that kept running through my mind over and over was 
how I was actually being fucked by my own son!  It was almost impossible to 
believe that the cock I was now feeling inside of me did not belong to some 
stranger, not my husband, and not even my father.  

No, it was my own son's, my very flesh and blood joined back together with me 
again in the most intimate way my son and I could be together.  So what if he 
was only fifteen - did that really matter? He knew exactly what he was doing 
and so did I.

After a few minutes I lifted myself up again and began to ride his cock like 
a cowgirl on a pony.  "I've always wanted to be your first.to be the first 
woman to have your cock."

He just groaned with pleasure in response as I raised up and then slowly 
lowered myself slowly back down on his cock, not quite letting him all the 
way out before dropping onto him again.  Sometimes I took his hard dick all 
the way in, other times I would go down partially and then rise up again or 
go all the way down and only come up half-way before plunging it into me 
again.  After a while I let myself settle down on him and ground my hips in a 
circle around his cock, like I was stirring a pot except it was his cock 
doing the stirring inside my bowl of a pussy. 

"Oh Mom!" was all he could get out as a long groan erupted.

I felt his hands reaching out to grip my bare thighs.  The feel of his young 
strong hands working their way over my naked body made me just moan along 
with him.  We were both so consumed in our lust that neither of us could 
utter a word! Obviously his cock was old enough to know what to do and nobody 
could say he wasn't enjoying it!

I decided to stay on top of him as there would be plenty of time to teach him 
various positions later. There was no way he was going to last very long and 
who could blame him for that?  For now it was enough to just have him in me, 
to finally own my son's virginity, secure in the knowledge that I would 
always be his first.  No matter what girl he might fuck later, I would always 
be the one he did before her.  Yes, he was mine now in a way not even Becky 
could be.  All I needed now was his cum to compete the circle and I knew it 
wasn't going to take much more to get that.

I began to rapidly bounce on his cock, rising up and then dropping down on 
him as quickly as I could.  My hand reached down between my legs and I 
stroked my clit with my fingertips.  Then I reached a little further down 
until I could feel his shaft moving in and out of me between my fingers as I 
cupped my pussy in my hand.

"Cum in me Kyle!" I begged him my voice hoarse with emotion and lust, "Fuck 
me Kyle, cum in your mommy!"

Kyle's head pulled back and he grimaced as he seemed to be holding back as 
long as he could before cumming in me.  Suddenly I felt him burst inside of 
me and I held myself still on him as his cum erupted from his cock like an 
angry volcano, filling his mother's pussy with his seed.

"Oh my God!... That's it Kyle, give me your cum, give you mommy all of it 
now!"

"Ohhhhhhhhh," he groaned as I felt his hips jerk up against me over and over 
as he pumped his cock dry.

I could feel that strange sensation deep inside of me, like a warm glow that 
blossomed briefly and then slowly faded away.  I knew each time I felt it 
that it meant my son's sperm was being pumped into me from the end of his 
erect dick, a flood of his cum filling me as his cock tried in vain to 
fulfill its ancient duties as part of the mating ritual between a male and a 
female.

As it was, all of its were in vain as my tubes had been tied; but it was 
making a magnificent effort nonetheless! I imagined his sperm inside of me, 
millions of them swimming in my pussy, hunting for the egg that wasn't there 
and then dying with their mission unfilled.

I leaned forward until my breasts were against his chest and I let my weight 
press against his motionless body. It was as if all of his energy and 
fortitude had escaped along with his cum when he fucked me, leaving him a 
weak, limp figure where such a strong and erotic young man had just so 
recently been.  The rest of his body may have gone limp but not the most 
important part!  His cock didn't seem to want to give up a moment, though, 
and I could still feel it poking up inside of my now freshly cum-filled 
pussy.  Well, if it wasn't finished then I certainly wasn't!

I dismounted from his pole and laid on my side along his legs such that I 
could suck his cock while my hand played gently with his hairy balls, rolling 
them in their sacs like a Las Vegas car shark flipping through a deck of 
cards. His cock tasted so delicious! I loved the taste of a man's cock just 
after he had fucked me, when it was covered with a mixture of his sperm and 
my pussy juices.

At first I just licked it, savoring the aroma and flavor of his damp crotch 
as I felt his pubic hair pressing against my cheek as I laid my head down to 
lick his cock for him.  He wasn't so far out of it that he was immune to what 
I doing to him.  As I took his sensitized cock head into my mouth again, I 
felt him shudder as my tongue played along the ridge line and my mouth sucked 
hard on his cock. 

"Oh mom... that feel so good!" he whispered to me in a voice husky with lust.

His voice sounded like it was coming from miles away, barely audible over the 
slurps and other noises I was making as I sucked his cock again. I knew as 
horny as he was now it wouldn't take much to get him off again and I was 
right, of course.  

This time he came again in my mouth but it wasn't nearly as big a load as 
before and I easily swallowed it as it shot against the back of my throat.  I 
kept it in my mouth and then I let some of his cum drool out, spilling onto 
his cock and lower stomach.  I quickly licked up the parts that hit his 
stomach and then turned to my attention back to my son's beautiful cock.  I 
allowed the cum in my mouth to drop back down on his cock, like it was icing 
on a cake warm from just being taken from the oven. 

I scooted up further until my head rested on his chest.  With my upper leg 
and arm draped over him, I hugged him and pressed my still throbbing pussy 
against his hip.  It felt so good to lay next to my son, to feel his naked 
body against my own and to feel my breasts pressed against his nude body.

We must have laid that way for almost an hour or more, just relaxing and 
absorbing the moment.  I knew this wasn't the last time my son would fuck me 
 not by a long shot if I had anything to say about it!  But it WAS the only 
time he would fuck me for the first time and I wanted to brand the image and 
feelings into my brain so I would remember each and every sensation. 

"Mom?"

I blinked my eyes and woke from whatever world I had drifted into at the 
sound of my son's voice.

"Yes Kyle?"

"Are you sure this is OK?... I mean, I never dreamed I would ever do this, at 
least not for real."

I stroked his hair with my fingers and looked at him, eye-to-eye.   "Oh Kyle, 
this is the most wonderful thing a mother and her son can do.   There's 
NOTHING wrong at all for you to show me how much you love me in a more 
intimate way."

"But... isn't this... incest?"

"Yes Kyle, but that doesn't make it bad.  I've never told you this before, 
but I have let my father fuck me since I was about your age."

I heard a sharp gasp as Kyle's eyes opened wide and he just stared at me.

"Don't be so surprised.  Is it any different for a daughter to want to please 
her father in the same way a son wants to please his mom?"

"I just can't believe grandpa fucks you.  Does dad know?"

"Well, believe it... and he still does by the way!" I said with a smile on my 
face.  "And your father knows all about it."

"Really?!" Kyle gasped. "Noooooo, now you're just kidding me."

"Sure, why not?"

"What does dad say about it?"

"Well, what do you think he will say about his own son fucking his wife?" I 
said mischievously. 

"You're going to tell Dad!?" Kyle asked as his body seemed to go rigid with 
fear.

"Don't worry, we've discussed this since before you were born so it won't be 
any surprise, that's for sure!" I said with a little laughter to my voice.

"I guess I just never thought about you this way before mom," Kyle said, 
running his fingers along the outline of my breast pressed against him.

"Mmmmmmm, and how do you think about me now?" I inquired.

"I mean, you're STILL my mom you know," he said quickly, "It's just that, 
well you know, now it just seems different."

"Oh?" I responded innocently, "and how is it different."

"Mommmmmm!" he protested, suddenly acting his age with me, "You know what I 
mean."

"No, tell me" I pressed him.

"Well..I mean now I want to do what we did again," he murmured shyly.   I 
giggled like a schoolgirl.

"Well, from now on if you want to fuck me Kyle, all you have to do is ask you 
know."

Kyle's lips pursed and I could see he was struggling to say the words I knew 
his cock wanted him so badly to say.  Finally it just burst out of him like a 
balloon that suddenly was let loose. 

"Can I fuck you again Mom?"

God, if he only knew how badly Id been waiting to hear those words from him! 
Could he fuck me? OF COURSE he could!  


Chapter 5 - My Son Fucks Me Again
=================================

My pussy was crying for another round of his young cock and this time it 
meant even more to me in that he had asked me to do it this time.  For the 
first time my little boy had asked if he could fuck his mom and I wanted to 
cry from the happiness I felt inside.  I reached up and kissed him on the 
cheek.   Somehow it just didn't seem right to kiss him on the lips.  I wasn't 
his girlfriend, I was his mother for heaven's sake!  I wanted him sexually, 
not as his lover.

"Of course you can Kyle... of course you can," I murmured softy in his ear, 
"You can fuck me as much as you want to.  Like I said, all you have to do is 
ask me."

I rolled on my back and spread my legs, exposing my pussy for him to see.  My 
arms reached out for him and he got on top of me missionary style. This time 
it didn't take any encouragement from me, he knew just what he wanted and it 
was exactly what I wanted as well.  He grabbed his dick and fumbled around, 
trying to get it into my pussy hole.

"Sorry,' he mumbled, as he kept pushing his cock against my crotch but never 
seemed to find the right mark.

"It's OK, you'll learn," I encouraged him, "Here, let me show you."

I reached down and put my hand over his and helped him to guide himself to my 
wet pussy hole.

"Feel that?" I asked him as the head of his cock pressed against the opening 
of my cunt.  He nodded and made some noise that sounded like a yes. "Good... 
now push yourself in me."

I felt his cock press harder against my pussy and he groaned as he cock slid 
back inside of me again.

"That's it Kyle, that's my boy," I encouraged him, "Put it all inside of me."

His hips swung into me as he pushed his hard cock deeper and deeper into his 
mother's pussy.

"Now fuck me Kyle," I panted, my hips moving in rhythm with his son.  Our 
eyes met when I said that and I saw them sparkle.  "Do you like me to say 
that? DO you like to hear your mom ask you that?"

"Oh yeah," he gasped, "That's so cool to hear you mom ask you that!"

"Well fuck me then," I insisted, "fuck me harder!"

"Oh Mommmmmm," he groaned as he began to bang me probably the way he had 
always wanted to bang the little sluts he dated.

I loved him on top of me.  It was like my son was controlling me, taking 
charge of his mom sexually, working hard to satisfy my needs and desires. 

"Oh yeah Kyle, that's how I like it," I panted, "Fuck me just like that!"

He was pounding me, in every sense of the word.  His crotch would bang into 
mine, burying his shaft as deep in to me as he could and then withdrawing 
until he as barley in me, sometimes until he actually did slip out of me.  My 
cunt was so wet and spread open that it was easy now for him to re-enter me 
and just keep going without hardly losing a beat. 

"I'm going to cum again," he announced. I could feel him getting into 
position to pull out of me but I would have none of THAT!

"Stay in me Kyle," I begged him, "Cum inside your mother!"

"Ohhhhh" he moaned as yet again my son came inside of me.

By now his balls must be getting low on sperm but he still managed a 
respectable orgasm. I wrapped my legs around him the best I could and pulled 
him tightly into me, letting his dick push as far as possible into me.  He 
emptied himself inside of me and it felt just as good as the first time. When 
he was finished he started to pull out of me but I held him and pulled him 
tightly down on top of me.

"Stay in me for a while Kyle," I whispered in a voice thick with emotion, 
"Let me feel you in me."

Kyle tried to hold himself off of me by resting on his elbows but I didn't 
mind the pressure of my son's naked body pressed against my own.  It felt so 
right, no natural, to be with him like this.  Mother and son, naked and 
coupled together as one.  

For the first time I think I understood how my father felt when he fucked me 
for the first time.  He had often told me how much he loved it and how 
special it made him feel for me to tell him I was his for whatever he wanted 
 no strings attached.  Sure it was different in that the child was now 
fucking his parent rather than offering herself to her father but in many 
ways it was a similar experience. 

I don't know for sure how long we laid like that.  His cock FINALLY shrunk 
down and eventually he pulled it out of me and got out of bed.  I looked 
hungrily at his fifteen year-old cock and if he had asked I would have let 
him fuck me yet again but I think I had reached the end of even his 
overactive teenage horniness. 

I briefly wondered what it would have been like to have a daughter, a girl 
didn't lose her lust with her orgasm.  It would certainly be different than 
it had been with Kyle!  Another revelation swept through me as I thought how 
maybe this was how it was when my mom and I got together and why she 
preferred to be alone with me sexually.   We only did a three-some with my 
dad for his entertainment on special occasions.

I must have fallen asleep on his bed because next thing I knew I was being 
kissed and I opened my eyes to see Mark hovering over me  naked!

"Hmmm, looks like someone finally got her wish!" he said with a grin.  I just 
blushed and that told him all he needed to know.  I felt his hand exploring 
between my thighs as he climbed into bed with me.

"I think someone could use some more dick," he teased me as he rubbed his 
cock along my upper thigh and hip before getting on top of me.

Without another word he rammed it inside of me and started fucking me.  It 
was a bit weird to fuck my husband in my son's bed not an hour after that 
same son had fucked me but who was I to complain? I was now getting it from 
both men in my life and what more could a wife - and mother, ask?

THE END
