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