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 Masturbating Mom (F, m, inc)
 by Anon NixPixer - 1994

 ***

   I was totally horny.  I couldn't stand it any longer.  My husband, Jim
 was away on business again and I couldn't wait another minute, much less
 another two days.  My son, Paul was out on a date, so I was all alone in
 the house... alone and frustrated! My pussy wanted attention in the
 worst way. Since Jim wasn't around to help the situation, I was just
 going to have to take matters into my own hands.....so to speak.

   I wasn't new to masturbation.  Quite the contrary.  I loved doing it.
 It was fun.  Some of my girl friends said that they would never do such a
 thing to themselves.  It was too "dykey".  That's a lot of crap.  I like
 it.  It feels good.  But I don't have any desire to mess around with
 other women.  It's just a personal experience that I enjoy whenever Jim
 can't fulfill my needs.  (Actually, I think some of my friends really do
 it, but they're too chicken to admit it.)

   So, there I was... horny as a girl could be, and the house completely
 to myself.  I was all alone.  I was really going to enjoy this.  I put
 some light music on the stereo in the bedroom, turned down the lights,
 and pulled the corner of the sheets down on my side (the left) of the
 bed.

   Then I went and took a shower.

   While drying off in the dressing area, I glanced at my reflection in
 the mirror.  "Not bad for 35", I thought.  I was in pretty good shape. I
 looked like I was in my twenties, rather than a tired old mom of 35.  Up
 to now, I had little trouble keeping my 5'-6" frame at a steady 110
 pounds.  I was especially thankful for the appearance of my breasts.  Not
 huge by some standards (36D), but Jim insisted that their shape and size
 is perfect for me.  I believe him.

   I'm not really preoccupied with my body.  I just take inventory from
 time to time.

   Now it was time for some periodic maintenance.  I took my razor from
 the drawer and made my way into the bathroom.  With one leg up on the
 edge of the toilet, I began to shave the three-day stubble from my
 hairless cunt. Yes... hairless! It had been my husband's idea. Jim loves
 to eat my pussy more if it's completely shaven. He told me once that it
 was because it made me look even younger. I think he's got a fantasy
 about fucking little girls, maybe he even does... but I don't care as
 long as he brings that big, thick cock of his home to me when he's
 finished.

   With a splash of my favorite after-bath, I was finished.

   I made my way back to the bed and hopped in.  I put the covers over me,
 put my arms behind my head and relaxed.  (Gee, I just love how the cool,
 satin sheets feel against my naked body, especially my hairless pussy.)

   This was always the hardest part.  What do I start to think about? How
 do I get in the mood. I wondered what my husband was doing right now...
 fucking some squealing little motel maid senseless, no doubt. Oh, I knew
 what he got up to on these business trips. How? He told me!... Yep, Jim
 told me everything. I didn't mind... in fact, it actually enhanced our
 sex life. When Jim came home and told me of his sexual `indiscretions'...
 in detail... we normally fucked for hours! So noisily at times, I was
 certain our son, Paul, could hear us.

   I suddenly wondered if Paul masturbated while Jim and I fucked. A vivid
 image of my son lying back on his bed, cock in hand, fisting it while he
 listened to Jim fucking the living daylights out of me, flashed into my
 horny mind. My pussy began to itch with moist arousal. Jesus! What was I
 doing! I was getting sexually aroused by thinking about my own son! I
 tried to stop thinking about it, but the image remained. Have you ever
 tried NOT to think about something? The more you try, the more you can't
 stop!

   In desperation, I looked frantically around the room for something to
 distract my lustful incestuous thoughts. I looked to my left and could
 see myself in the mirrored closet door.  I flashed back to when I saw
 myself in the dressing area mirror and how glad I was about how I
 looked.  I began to wonder what Jim and I looked like when we made love.

   I stared at my reflection in the mirror.  I watched the covers rise and
 roll as I moved my right hand over to my left breast.  I cupped it
 gently. I ran my fingers lightly around the underside and would
 occasionally push it up in a reassuring grasp.  "What does this look
 like?", I wondered.  I bet Paul would love to see that. STOP IT!, I
 thought, you're his mother for crissakes! I rolled onto my left side and
 continued to look at myself in the mirror.  I pulled the covers down
 until my navel was visible.  I looked at how my full breasts formed a
 deep line in the middle of my chest.

   My caressing, however gentle, had caused my nipple to shrink and become
 erect.  I liked it.  All thoughts of my son had vanished, or rather, been
 temporarily suppressed.... I was feeling good!

   I widened my touch to cover my entire left breast.  A great tingle shot
 through my body the first time my nipple was rubbed by the palm of my
 hand.  I began to lightly squeeze my breast, leaving my nipple exposed in
 the space between my thumb and forefinger.

   I was beginning to feel the benefits of my caresses in an area other
 than my breasts.  I could feel a dampness beginning to form deep within
 my groin.

   Soon my left nipple was getting a bit too sensitive to my touch.  I
 brought my hand to my mouth and briefly sucked on the index and middle
 fingers.  I returned my hand to my breast and deposited as much saliva as
 I could directly on my nipple.  This certainly helped.  I repeated the
 process with ever increasing frequency.  I expanded my attentions to
 include both breasts.

   After a while, I found that my saliva wasn't helping with the
 increasing speed and firmness with which I was caressing myself.  I
 needed a thicker, and more slippery, lubricant.  I definitely knew where
 to find one.

   Still on my side, I continued to watch in the mirror and uncovered the
 rest of my body.

   I started to raise my right leg.

   I had a perfect view of my pussy.  As I my leg rose, I could tell that
 my wetness had caused the lips of my pussy to stick together.  As it went
 higher and higher, my lips began to open on their own.  It was a very
 erotic sight.

   I used my index and ring fingers to spread my cunt lips.  I could see
 my fully exposed clitoris and the opening to my vagina clearly in the
 mirror. I slowly pushed my middle finger into my cunt.  I let out a short
 gasp. (There is something very unique about the first stroke into a
 woman's vagina.) I moved it around and felt every bump of my precious
 insides.  I began to move my finger in and out; knowing that this would
 cause my body to immediately produce more of the lubricant that I sought.

   Indeed it did.  Soon my hand was coated with the clear fluid.  I
 removed my hand and moved it towards my breast.  I was excited with
 feeling of the warm slippery juices clinging to my fingers.

   Eagerly, I began to spread the slick lubricant over my nipples.  My
 body reacted instantly.  My pussy rushed to make more and my nipples sent
 shivers the length of my body every time my fingers touched them.  Again
 and again my hand returned to between my legs for the sensuous nectar.
 Faster and faster I rubbed it all over my breasts.  My breathing became
 faster and heavier.  As it evaporated, I could feel my chest becoming
 more and more sticky.  Every time I moved and my breasts would part, I
 could see my juices clinging to try and maintain contact with both of
 them.  I could now smell the musk that I was so happily spreading on my
 body.

   The mirror was unimportant now.  I shut my eyes and laid flat on my
 back. Both hands were free to bring the wetness from my cunt and place it
 anywhere I wanted.

   I used my right hand to caress my breasts and allowed my left to remain
 between my legs.  I inserted my middle and ring fingers into my vagina
 and rubbed my clitoris with the upper part of my palm.  I was in ecstasy!

   I began to use my right hand to feel what my left was doing to me.  As
 if detached from my body, I wanted it to feel my middle finger move in
 and out of my vagina.  I wanted it to feel how, with each outward
 stroke, a small amount of my inner flesh would follow my finger out.
 Faster and faster I moved my fingers inside my body.

   I brought my wet right hand up to my nose and took in a deep breath of
 the sweet magic aroma.  I opened my eyes only to briefly look at my slick
 glistening fingers before they disappeared into my mouth.  I licked and
 sucked feverishly at every digit.  It was like I had a great thirst that
 would never be satisfied.  Again and again I wet my hand with my cunt
 juices and coated my lips and tongue with the special taste.  My left
 hand continued the in and out thrusting of my fingers and the up and down
 caressing of my clit.  My eyes remained riveted shut.  I was a million
 miles away.  My orgasm was fast approaching.

   "Mom", is what I heard and it seemed to echo from a great distance.

   But it was close.  Paul had come home early from his date and was
 standing right next to the bed.  My body tensed and instantly froze.  My
 mouth was open and my tongue was between my fingers.  My legs were spread
 eagled on the bed and my exposed pussy was in plan view.  Two fingers of
 my left hand was still buried deep inside my vagina.

   After a tenth of a second, that seemed like an eternity, I relaxed
 again. My passion, momentarily gone, had now returned with full force.
 When my eyes focused for the first time, I could see that Paul had been
 there for some time, stroking his cock.  He was completely naked.  His
 magnificent young prick was fully erect and standing straight out from
 his body. The tip of his penis had already begun to ooze its own clear
 wetness.

   There we were... mother and son... both naked. Me, totally exposed
 along one side of the bed, involved in what was up to now, a completely
 private experience.  There was Paul, leaning against the bed, a huge,
 throbbing erection in his young fist... obviously excited. Then he spoke
 again, very softly.

   "Don't stop, Mom.  Don't stop."

   His voice was calm, reassuring, supportive, and gentle.  Instantly, my
 guilt and embarrassment faded, to be replaced by love and rekindled lust
 for my handsome young son. I sensed he wanted me badly. The way he was
 looking at me made my pussy tingle with need.  I should have put an end
 to this madness right then and there, but I couldn't help myself.

   I resumed the thrusting of my fingers in my pussy, watching the look on
 my son's face. His eyes were wide and gleaming and he was breathing
 heavily, his gaze fixed on my juicy, hairless cunt-slit.  I finished
 licking the wetness from my fingers and closed my eyes again.

   "Oh baby, I shouldn't be doing this in front of you..", I heard myself
 say. "..but I'm sooo horny!"

   "Me too, Mom.  Me too", was his reply.  "You look so sexy rubbing you
 pussy that way.  Does it feel good?"

   "Oh yes....yes", I said.

   I felt a warm drop on my stomach.  I opened my eyes and again looked at
 Paul.  He was using his fist to rub his throbbing erection.  That,
 coupled with the sight of what I was doing, was really turning him on. He
 was so close to the bed, the lubricant from the tip of his penis was
 beginning to drip onto my body. My pussy gave a twitch at the thought of
 my own son's spermy fluid dripping onto my feverish body. I suddenly had
 the urge to touch his cock.

 "Ohhhh, honey, you're so hard!" I gasped, "Here, let me help you with
 that."

   I removed my left hand from my pussy.  It was completely coated with a
 slick film of moisture.  Threads of the sticky juices stretched from
 finger to finger as my hand made its way to my son's crotch.  With a
 confident motion, my hand wrapped around his stiff cock.  Quickly, I
 lubricated the shaft with my wetness.  With a firm grip, I began to
 stroke him. I had never felt so excited in my life!

   I revelled in the feeling of every bump and vein as they moved
 underneath the outer skin of his penis.  God, only 16, but his cock was
 as big as his fathers! I marveled at how the circumcised head would
 partially disappear into the skin collected at the apex of my stroke.  I
 was delighted every time my actions would cause another drop of his
 wetness to make its way to my stomach via a long liquid thread.

   He watched intently and gasped, "Oh yes....Oh yes.. That feels sooo
 good, Mom!"

   I brought my right hand to the small pool of my son's juices that had
 formed on my stomach.  I played with it and rubbed it 'round and 'round.
 I coated my fingers with it and then placed them where they would do the
 most good... in my hot, sticky cunt.  Once again, I concentrated on my
 own pleasures by plunging my fingers back into my overheated little
 fuckhole.  Again and again I collected Paul's seminal fluid's to
 lubricate my thrusting fingers; all the while continuing to fuck my son's
 cock with my left hand.

   I first sensed it when my hand was near his balls.  He was going to
 come. He didn't have to tell me, but he did anyway.  I ever so slightly
 pushed his prick towards the lower portion of my body.

   His cock swelled against my grip.  Paul's head fell back and his back
 arched sexily, his hips jerking in a fucking motion into my fist as he
 groaned in orgasm.

   A long creamy white stream of cum burst from the end of his prick. Most
 of it landed across my perfectly hairless cunt, as I had hoped.  A
 slender strand of cum ran along my lower abdomen and up to the side of my
 body.  It stopped precisely under my son's cock.

   A second spasm from Paul's body deposited an equal volume of rich,
 incestuous sperm almost in the same place.

   I kept stroking him as again and again his slender young body
 convulsed. Then his ejaculations diminished.  Each new spasm produced
 less and less cum that was now landing on my arm, closer and closer to
 its point of origin.

   For a woman, at least this woman, the moment of a man's orgasm is very
 precious indeed.  He is completely vulnerable.  He cannot stop or alter
 the inevitable results.  He has no control over his body.  All of my
 actions culminated in this moment.  I had caused this to happen.  I was
 in control.

   The proof of my success, similar to a rainbow after a storm, is the
 wondrous sight of a man's cum spurting from his penis.  Some women don't
 like it.  Some are turned off by the taste, smell, and texture.  Some
 don't like to see it or feel their lovers come in their mouths.  They
 feel controlled.  Not me.  I am in control.  I can decide when he is to
 have an orgasm.  When a man's penis is in my hands, or in my mouth, I can
 determine the exact moment when I will have his cum.  It is on my terms.
 I almost feel that a man's cum is actually mine. In this case, the `man'
 was actually a boy... my own son, but it didn't seem to matter any more.
 All that mattered was that he was male and I was female, with the right
 equipment to give each other pleasure... and right now that was exactly
 what both of us needed badly.


   The sight of what Paul had done was overwhelming.  Huge drops of the
 white translucent cream slowly dripped down my arm.  I was beginning to
 feel his warm cum drip from my pubic bone and down to my pussy.  I
 released my grip on my son's cock and used both hands to open myself as
 wide as I could. We both watched as the thick, pearly flow oozed down
 over my belly and trickled slowly between the hairless lips of my cunt.
 Just as it reached my swollen clitoris, it instantly mixed with the
 wetness already there and quickly raced towards my open cunt, and began
 to seep inside.

   Now it was my turn.  I began to rub my pussy with rapidly intensifying
 movements.  I rubbed the sticky combination of my own juices and Paul's
 cum all over my clit.  Faster and faster I went.  My breasts jiggled with
 every motion.  I plunged as many fingers as I could deep into my cunt and
 fucked them in and out. The depravity of what I was doing only seemed to
 make me even hotter. I was rubbing my own son's cum up inside my gaping
 cunt... masturbating myself with his sperm while he watched.  God, what a
 turn on!

   Again and again I fucked myself.

   I was so close now.  With cum still sliding down my arm, I used my
 other hand to wildly pump my son's still oozing cock.

   Faster and faster.  Harder and harder.  Closer and closer I came.

   "Your hand! Give Mommy your hand, baby!", I managed to gasp.  My eyes
 opened wide and my back arched.  I grabbed his left hand and quickly
 thrust three of his fingers into my cunt that was on the verge of
 eruption.  I held my pussy open and I rubbed my clit as fast as I could.

   "Oh Fuck me, Pauly!  Fuck me! Fuck Mommy with your fingers, baby!", I
 yelled.

    As my son slid his stiffened fingers in and out of my cunt, I bucked
 my hips up off the bed frantically, secretly wishing it was his big,
 thick teenage cock he was fucking me with.

   And then I came.

   My stomach muscles contracted over and over again.  Spasm after spasm.
 Each time, my lungs expanded and quickly collapsed, causing me to emit
 huge gasps.  My head and chest lunged upward over and over again.

   I could feel my pussy contract over and over again.  Each time, I could
 feel my muscles clench tightly around my son's still thrusting fingers.
 Each time, I felt my body just gush more and more of my cum onto his
 hand.  I heard that wet sucking sound made every time his fingers
 momentarily left my cunt.

   And then it was over.

   I fell back onto the bed and, for an instant, couldn't move.  My eyes
 were shut tight.  My hands rested over Paul's to keep his fingers in me.
 Ever so slightly he would move just the tip of a finger and my whole body
 would instantly jerk once more.

   We remained essentially motionless.  I could still feel my muscles
 randomly spasm on his fingers.  I looked up at him with loving eyes. My
 own son had given me the most wonderfully exciting orgasm of my whole
 life. But his cock was still as hard as a railroad spike... and twice as
 long! I suddenly had a wanton urge to have that gorgeous young prick
 slamming deep up inside my tingling twat.

   I raised my hands up to my son and motioned him over me.  He removed
 his hand from my cunt, placed himself over me and knelt between my legs.
 I reached out with both hands and lightly grabbed his still erect cock.
 I drew it towards my pussy.  I let go with one hand and began to collect
 some cum from my cunt.  He gasped as I used my hand to rub my juices all
 over the shaft of his long, thick shaft.

   After it was well lubricated, I drew him closer while I held my pussy
 open.  A drop of his cum still hung from his gorgeous young prick by a
 slender string. I placed it right on my exposed clit and then began to
 rub his cock all over my pussy.  Then, with a short rapid up and down
 motion, I used his cock to again separate my cunt lips.  I placed the tip
 just inside my vagina.  I looked him straight in the eye and said, "Fuck
 me, son!", and slid his cock home.

   His young cock completely filled my cunt, and for a moment, we laid
 there motionless. Paul rested his hairless chest on my tits and supported
 his weight with his elbows.  He kissed me softly on the lips. Lovingly,
 like he'd always done... then suddenly his mouth opened and his tongue
 slithered between my lips, right into my mouth, and he kissed me like no
 son was ever meant to kiss his mother.

   I moaned and kissed him back, sending my own tongue deep into his
 mouth. He tasted fresh and clean and young... and my pussy creamed at the
 thought of actually fucking him. Jim would freak out if he could see me
 now, I thought... this time *I'D* have the erotic story to tell when he
 got home.

   I looked over to his left hand and could see just how strong my orgasm
 had been.  His hand literally dripped.  I could smell the special mixture
 of his cum and my own.  It was almost clear and looked like an egg white
 as it coated his fingers.

   I moved my head over to it and licked some onto my tongue.  It was
 delightful.  I could easily distinguish our unique tastes.  Quickly, I
 rubbed my tongue over my son's lips in hopes that he would share this
 very special moment.

   He did... and with a low growl, Paul began to fuck me. We writhed and
 moaned like animals for what seemed like hours, Paul slamming his cock
 deep up into my juice-filled cunt, and me hunching my hips up off the bed
 to receive him. I came three times before my son finally shuddered and
 emptied his young balls into my hot, clasping pussy.

   We fucked like that all weekend long, enjoying each other whenever the
 urge arose... which was most of the time! I'd forgotten how quickly and
 easily a horny young 16-year-old boy can recover!

   But the time, Jim returned home, I was walking sperm bank. Except that
 all the sperm sloshing around in my ass, cunt and belly belonged to my
 virile young son. Now, I can't wait until Jim goes away on another of his
 extended business trips. Neither can Paul!


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