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(F/m-teen, inc, 1st, mast, rom) *** This story is of my most shameful, darkest secret, of how I have seduced my only son and become his lover. Although the attraction between us is mutual, it was my inability to control my own lust that has brought us together. I know it is shameful and wrong, but I don’t know how I could ever stop sleeping with my son now. It all started when I arrived home a little earlier than usual one day, after closing a sale at the real estate office where I work. After letting myself in and kicking off my high heels, I called out to let my 13 year-old son, Tim, to let him know I was home. "Hello! Tim? Honey, are you there?" There was no response. I figured he must have gone out to the mall after school, so I went upstairs to get changed. As I climbed the stairs, I heard a low moan and stopped. Had I imagined it? "Ohhh...yeah...oh yeah...uugggh..." I stopped at the top of the stairs and listened hard. "Uuggh...ahh...ahhh..." It was the sound of someone having sex, and it was coming from inside my room. I froze, wondering who was in there. Was it my husband with another woman? I kept listening as I moved to the slightly ajar door to my room. "Uugghh...ohhh...Sarah!" I was shocked to hear my name. Who was this? I slowly pushed opened the door. Lying on my bed, eyes closed, was my son Tim. He was on his back naked, his hands pumping in his lap. Wrapped around his hard cock was my newest pair of black satin panties that I had worn just yesterday. I stood and stared in shock, unable to move. Tim was the one moaning as he wanked on my bed! I opened my mouth to begin telling him off but no voice came out. My gaze was locked onto his cock as his hands glided up and down the silky material of the panties. "Ohhh...Sarah...ugggh...I'm coming..." His eyes opened as his orgasm started. He saw me and gasped, frozen as his hands still held my panties to his cock, the material at the top becoming wet with his semen. "Mom!!!" he cried out, his cry shocked my out of my transfixed state. "Tim!!! What are you doing? My god, what are you doing?" I shrieked. Tim jumped up and ran past me into his own room, slamming his door. I sat down on my bed, dumbfounded. I began to rationalize that masturbation was normal for a teenage boy, but surely not in his parent’s room, with his mother’s underpants and calling her name? I looked at my bedside drawers. The top one was still open and I looked inside. Tim had obviously been looking through at all my lingerie, which meant he probably had also seen - my vibrator in the same drawer. That was my hidden secret and not even my husband John had known I was using it. Tim had violated my privacy by looking through my drawers and masturbating with my panties. I became very angry and stormed out into the hall and knocked loudly on Tim's door. "Tim! Open up mister, you have a lot of explaining to do!" I opened the door without waiting for an answer. Tim was sitting on his bed, still naked but now crying with shame. "I'm sorry Mom, I'm really sorry!" he sobbed. I was about to let him have it but he looked up at me all teary eyed and I lost my nerve. I sat down on Tim’s bed and put my arm around his bare shoulders. "Its OK honey, I mean, its only natural for a boy..." I floundered. Wasn't this John's responsibility to have this sort of talk with his son? Tim lay his head on my shoulder. "Its just...most boys don't masturbate with girl's panties. Do you understand?" I told him. Tim nodded slowly. "Usually, they look at a magazine, or maybe a video..." Tim began to stop crying. "Um...do you think I could have my panties back now, honey?" I asked. Tim nodded and reached under his pillow and produced them. Thick blobs of white semen coated the black satin. I tried a joke to cheer him up. "Gee, guess I should probably wash these before I wear them again, huh?" Tim laughed a little, and then became serious again. "Please don't tell Dad about this Mom..." "Its OK honey." I gave him a little squeeze. "How about we just forget about it, OK? I just want you realize that well, some things are kinda private you know...even for your mom." Tim sniffed and said "Yeah, I guess so. Thanks Mom!" We quickly hugged, and I got up and went back into my room, closing the door after me. It then hit me how aroused I was feeling. I had just caught my son masturbating in my room, with my panties. And he was calling out my name when he came! Was it true then, that sons did lust after their own mothers during puberty? My heart was pounding! I looked into the mirror and saw that my face was flushed. Placing the dirty panties on my bed, I began to undress out of my work clothes to change into my usual household wear of an old t-shirt and tracksuit pants. I let my blonde hair down, which fell around my shoulders. I unbuttoned and took off my shirt, and reached around and unzipped the back of my skirt, pushing it down over my full, womanly hips and letting it drop to the floor. Now only wearing a white lace bra and matching panties I walked over to the bed, and picked up my black panties that had just been fucked by my son five minutes ago. Tim had used them with the inside crotch against his cock, and his sperm was still clinging to the satin material there. I thought back to the last time I had seen my husband's cum. It had been on the night of our last wedding anniversary, when John had prematurely ejaculated right onto the new see-thru camisole I had worn to celebrate the occasion. That had been the last in a string of disappointing performances from John, and I had bought the vibrator and taken to pleasuring myself sexually soon after that. The vibrator...I opened my top drawer again and stared at it. It was slim, seven inches and finished in metallic silver. What I had seen my son do in here, and the thought of incest between me and son, initially shocked and disgusted me, yet I felt somehow turned on by it all in some sick, perverted way. My hand closed around the vibrator as realized I desperately needed to get myself off again. I lay down on my bed holding the vibrator in the right hand and the dirty black panties in the other. I rubbed the shaft of the vibrator against the outside of my white lace panties, setting it to vibrate softly. My pussy responded immediately, my outer lips tingling with pleasure. I looked at the black panties, and touched my son’s gooey cum on them with my thumb and fingers. For a moment I wondered what it would taste like to eat cum, as some women do, then pushed that disgusting thought out of my mind. I let go of the sperm covered panties and slid my white ones around my ass and down my legs to my ankles. Bringing my feet close to my now bare pussy I let my thighs part, lazily drawing little circles on my leg with the vibrator. I thought about Tim. Did he really want to have sex with me? I had never really considered that possibility before, he had always been my sweet little boy. I had not noticed before how he was growing into a young man, his chest and arms developing, his penis...his erect penis was almost as big as his fathers... At this last thought I pushed the vibrator down onto my pussy, mashing it against the small hood of my clit, making my body shudder. I gasped as the tip of the vibrator slid up and down my sex, a silver, vibrating cock seeking to enter to my willing cunt. I pushed it hard against my moist opening, my vulva yielding as the vibrator slowly slipped inside me. My hands slid up to my tummy as the pulsating sensations in my vagina radiated out into my lower body. I reached up to my bra and pulled the cups down under my breasts, freeing my red, hardened nipples from the white lace. I closed my eyes and thought of Tim lying on his back on my bed, his hands sliding up and down his panty covered dick. I rolled over and sat up on my thighs, my knees still spread wide, imagining myself straddling my son's hard cock as I slowly worked the vibrator in and out of my cunt. My breath quickened, little moans and gasps escaping my open mouth. My eyes opened to the image of myself in the mirror, the blonde hair around my shoulders now wild, my large tits pushing out from my chest and my thighs spreading wider as I rode the surrogate cock beneath me. I pulled it out completely, teasing my labia with the tingling vibrations then stabbed it back in roughly, pushing deep inside me. My climax was sudden and caught me by surprise. I closed my eyes again, my free hand pushing against the pink button of my clit as my cunt spasmed, gripping the vibrator tightly. A powerful wave of pleasure surged throughout my lower body, my hips crudely thrusting as the sensations of intense sexual gratification overwhelmed me. I threw my head back and let out low, guttural moans as the incredible pleasure of my self induced orgasm intensified and then slowly ebbed away. I lowered myself to the bed, lying flat on my tummy with my legs together, my round ass quivering as the plastic cock continued to vibrate inside me. My white panties were still around my ankles, and my face was right next to the black pair. Gasping to catch my breath, I stared vacantly at the white globules of spunk coating their crotch, a reminder of Tim's recent masturbation session where I lay. I felt a sudden wave of guilt pass through me. It had been wrong to fantasize about my own son, the boy who I had given life to. Even if I had been part of his fantasy, I was older, more mature and supposed to understand the taboo of incest and the damage it could cause. I reached down and pulled the wet vibrator from my pussy, turning it off and wiping the sticky secretions of my vagina onto the black panties sticky with Tim’s spunk. The thought of our male and female sexual fluids now mixing together flashed in my head, and I quickly pushed it out of my mind, pinching myself as punishment. I pulled up my white panties and placed my breasts back into the cups of my bra. I then dressed in my usual home attire, and gathered my work clothes and my cum and cunt stained panties. I left my room and went to the laundry downstairs, throwing the clothes into the washing basket. I made sure that the dirty panties were under my work clothes, as I was afraid John could find them and think I was having an affair with someone. I then walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner for the family. *** That night, as John lay in bed reading and I changed into my favorite blue nightie, I tried to talk John into having a discussion with Tim about sex. "Can't you just talk to him about, you know, how it’s done, and about safe sex?" I asked my husband. John sighed and shut his book, looking up at me over his glasses. "What would he need to know? They teach that stuff in school these days. What he needs is someone to tell him to get off his ass and do his homework for a change!" John said as I got into bed with him. "Well maybe he just needs someone to guide him down the right path, so he doesn't make the same mistakes we made!" I shot back. "You mean when I got you pregnant with Timothy? Don't start down that path with me, Sarah. I've worked damn hard to keep you and him comfortable, so don't criticize me if your life hasn't turned out how you would have liked. Now goodnight!" As he turned out the light I realized that John didn't care about us, he only cared for his job and playing golf, leaving me to raise Tim and run the household. He resented having to start work immediately after senior high, ending his dream of going to college upstate, and he resented having to marry me, pregnant with our only child. If that was the way it had to be, fine. I decided I would talk to Tim about sex, and make sure he knew what was right and wrong in terms of his behavior. I knew he must be just discovering his sexuality, and that it was probably common for young boys to have a crush on their mothers, after all, I was the closest woman to him in his life. It occurred to me that he would continue to masturbate throughout his teenage years, which was normal. What I needed to do was to encourage a healthy interest in girls his own age, at least younger than me, and diverting his attention away from me, while teaching him how to be responsible as well. I also needed to rethink my own image of Tim in my mind, of him developing from a slightly shy little boy into a young, attractive, sexually active man with urges that had to be satisfied. *** The next day, on my lunch break I decided the best way to encourage a healthy sex drive in my son would be to provide him with some stimulating reading material for him to masturbate over. I went over to the newsstand near my office and picked out some of the men’s magazines containing scantily clad models wearing swimsuits and lingerie. The most nudity in them was one particularly revealing outfit worn by one model, a see-thru teddy clearly showing the girl's dark nipples and trimmed pussy. I also picked out one of the mainstream porno magazines that showed full nudity. As I flicked through the pages of spread-eagled, slutty women I was aware of the fat, balding, middle-aged newsstand owner watching me. I brought the magazines over to him and pushed a note onto the counter. "Yeah, there's some real hot girls in them magazines if you know what I mean, ehh?" the newsstand guy snickered as his eyes settled on the slightly visible cleavage of my breasts. His hand slid across the counter and brushed over mine as he took the money. "You know, I finish my shift here soon baby...how 'bought you and me gettin together for, you know?" he said lewdly as his gazed shifted briefly up to my face and returned to the view down my shirt. "Keep the change, jerk off, because that’s all you’ll be getting from me!" I replied as I grabbed the magazines and turned to leave. "Fuckin lezbos ehh?" the guy snickered to another male customer as I left the newsstand. "Fucking pig!" I muttered to myself as I walked back to my office, a shocked old man staring at me as we passed on the sidewalk. God help me, I thought, if I couldn't prevent my Tim from turning into a sleaze like that. "Hi honey, I'm home!" I called out as I let myself in again that afternoon. "Hi mom!" my son replied from the living room. I walked in to find him glued to the TV, playing the video game console he had gotten for his last birthday. I sat down, next to him, attempting to follow the game on screen. "Is this a new one?" I asked. "Yeah, its pretty cool. You get to steal cars and do missions and stuff...hang on..." Tim paused as his video game character machined gunned a group of people, before jumping into a car and speeding off. "Pretty cool huh?" he chuckled. "Looks pretty realistic." I smirked sarcastically. "Anyway honey, I got you something today." I opened my leather attache case and pulled out the magazines I had bought. Tim’s eyes glanced over quickly and went wide with interest. He let go of the game pad and held the magazines without blinking. I looked at the TV to see video game man crash his uncontrolled car into a pole, then be attacked by a group of people who beat him to death with baseball bats, only to be brought back to life seconds later. Who says porno warps children’s minds when they make video games like that? "Uhh...Mom, what are these for?" Tim asked, his face beginning to turn red. "There for you silly, for when...you know..." I felt myself blushing. This sex-ed stuff was harder than I thought. Tim opened and flicked through one of the less pornographic ones, his gaze moving over the girls in their skimpy swimsuits posing provocatively. "Gee, thanks Mom! These mags are awesome!" he said excitedly, his initial embarrassment now turning to enthusiasm. "That’s OK honey. How about you take them upstairs to your room and hide them, I'm not sure what your father will think if he sees them. And honey, if there is anything you like to know about, you know, girls and sex and stuff, feel free to ask me, OK?" "Sure Mom, thanks." We both stood to leave for our rooms. "How about a hug for your mom?" I asked, and without waiting for a reply pulled my son to me and hugged him tightly for a few seconds. "Uhh, I gotta go...Mom...I have to..." I felt something pushing into my tummy, and looked down to see the large bulge forming in my son’s pants pressing against me, his cock hardening. I let him go instantly, and Tim held the mags to his crotch as he quickly scurried up the stairs, his face redder than ever. I slapped my forehead as I realized how stupid I was. He would obviously have gotten aroused looking at the magazine girls, and I had aggravated the situation by making close contact with my body. I walked upstairs to change, noticing Tim had shut his door again. I wondered if he was masturbating, and whether he was looking at the mags or thinking about me, and again I fought to push such incestuous thoughts out of my head. *** The next morning Tim and I sat together at the kitchen table for breakfast. John had just left for work, and Tim shoveled his favorite cereal into his mouth as I sipped on my morning coffee. "So, did you sleep well last night Tim?" I asked teasingly. "Uhh, yeah I did!" Tim giggled foolishly in reply, making me start to laugh too. "Which one was your favorite?" I asked. "My favorite? What do you mean? "You know, which of the magazines did you like the best?" "Umm...I like the ones with ladies in lingerie, but I guess it was the one with the really naked girls in it." Tim answered. "Why is it your favorite?" "Because...because you can see everything, their tits, and their...their cunt." I nearly spat my coffee over the table after hearing that last word coming out of my once innocent little boy's mouth. "It’s called a woman's vagina, Tim. Or her pussy, if you have to call it a name. Cunt is a very dirty word Tim, and most women don't like to hear it unless..." "Unless what?" Tim was beginning to enjoy this conversation. "Never mind. So you like the magazine because it’s more explicit than the others?" "What's explicit mean?" "It means it’s dirtier than the other ones." Tim thought about this for a second, and then piped up again. "It sure is! It has hot dildo-fucking action in it." "Tim! Where did you learn phrases like that?" I chastised. "That’s what the magazine called it! The lady was putting a rubber dick into her mouth and then inside her pussy!" Tim replied. "It looked like the..." "Thing in my top drawer, Tim?" I interrupted, not liking the way this conversation was heading. "Yes Tim, I know what dildo fucking is, but its no different to you...jerking off...is that what you call it?" "Spanking the monkey!" Tim chuckled. "Or choking the chicken! Yeah, I guess jerking off is a good name for it." "Well sometimes women need to jerk off too honey, even your mother. And my vibrator, well that just helps mommy..." "Come hard?" "Well yes, I need to have an orgasm, coming hard is called having an orgasm, Tim." I decided that this conversation needed closing quickly, and stood up to leave for work. "See you when I get home, honey." I leaned over and gave Tim a quick kiss goodbye, and noticed him peeking down my shirt, stealing a brief glimpse of my breasts inside my lacy black bra. Clearly he was still interested in me sexually, and although it made me feel a little guilty, I enjoyed the attention Tim was giving me, and I found myself swinging my hips as I left the room for the front door. At my desk at the office I thought about Tim’s obvious panty fetish. While I was dressing in my room I had noticed a few pairs of my panties missing, and even one of my bras too. I thought that perhaps if I just bought him a pair to play with, he might stop stealing mine. After work I drove to the mall, and into one of the specialty lingerie shops on the top level. They had a table with a few markdown items on it. I picked out a very skimpy leopard print g-string, and brought it over to the young lady at the counter. "I guess your husband will like this one!" she remarked as she ran it up on my card. "Yes, I suppose he would, I mean will," I stammered, and quickly left the store with my purchase before I could make another slip of the tongue. I felt almost guilty about buying the panties now, and on the way back to my car I figured that the girl probably would think that I was having an affair. Half my luck, I thought as I drove out of the car park, I could do with some action like that. When I got home, I went upstairs to find Tim in his room. I knocked on his door. "Yeah, come in!" he yelled. I opened the door to see Tim on his bed reading the explicit porno magazine but not masturbating. On the pages, a very pretty brunette girl posed in black stockings as she spread her shaved pussy wide for the camera, her vulva and clitoris exposed. Tim made no attempt to hide the magazine, or the large bulge in his shorts as I sat next to him on the bed. "Mom, how does a guy’s dick fit into a woman’s pussy?" Tim asked me. "The hole kinda looks too small." "Well, you see, a woman’s vagina is flexible, so it stretches to fit around the man’s penis when they are having sex. You know that babies have to fit down there too you know, and a baby’s head is a lot bigger than any guy’s penis!" I explained. "But also when a woman is aroused, she kinda gets wet in there, and it makes it easier for the guy to penetrate her." "What’s the biggest a guy’s cock can get?" "Umm, I’m not sure sweetie, I guess pretty big." My gaze shifted to my son’s hard-on in his shorts, and I began to feel the sick, perverted arousal I had felt before. "Do all women like guys to have a big cock?" Tim asked. "Uhh, I guess so." My pussy was becoming wet as I stole glances of the big cock almost right in front of me, and I felt the sudden urge to reach over and free it from my son’s pants, to ride on it and satisfy my growing urge for real sex. "Anyway honey, I bought you something new today." I fished the g-string panties out of my attaché case and placed them in Tim’s lap, my hand briefly touching his hard-on through his shorts. Tim stared at them. "Are they, are they yours?" he asked slowly. "No, I bought them today, do you like them?" "Umm, I guess," he replied with little enthusiasm. "What’s wrong honey? I know you like girls panties, and I thought..." "Its just, I kind of prefer, I’d rather, have your panties, Mom, after you’ve worn them." I sat in shock for a few seconds, and then I spoke. "Oh well, guess there’s only one way to solve this..." I stood up and placing my hands under my skirt pulled down the black lace panties I was wearing. Stepping out of them up, I offered them to Tim, who stared in shock at me. "Swap ya?" I asked teasingly. We exchanged panties, and I slid the leopard print g-string up my legs. My skirt lifted and for a brief second the blonde fuzz of my cunt was visible to my son, his eyes following the g- string as it fitted snugly around my pussy. I held my skirt at my waist as I walked over to the mirror to see how they looked on me, Tim’s glance never leaving my almost bare ass. I was surprised at how good they looked on me, and I posed for a few seconds before turning to face Tim again, his gaze firmly set on my crotch and his hands pressing my black panties to his lap. "Guess I’ll leave you to it, honey." I said in a low voice, and slowly walked out of his room and into my own. My head was spinning as I as threw myself onto my bed. What had I done? I had exposed myself lewdly in front of my son, teasingly him with the sight of me changing my panties, even accidentally letting him see my pussy. I had crossed the line, from being a concerned parent to becoming a seductress, tempting my son with my half naked body. If only I hadn’t felt so horny, Was he going to masturbate there and then after my display? I had to know. I crept from my room over to the half closed door of Tim’s room, treading carefully in bare feet. I looked through the gap of the doorway into the mirror, and in the reflection I saw Tim on his knees on his bed, my used panties again wrapped around his cock, the magazine beneath him, still open at the girl spreading her the lips of her cunt. Tim spoke softly as his fist pumped up and down on his cock. "Oh, Sarah, I want to fuck you, make your pussy wet, .make your pussy wet Sarah, ughhh..." I sunk to my knees as I watched the erotic peep-show of my son, masturbating as he fantasized over fucking me. My hand went under my knee length skirt, and I was surprised to find the crotch of the new g-string soaking wet where warm fluid was seeping from my sex into the material. "Sarah, you love big hard cocks, you love my hard cock Sarah, your pussy is so wet." I slipped the leopard print panties to the side of my hairy mound, my hand becoming sticky with my own lubricant, my fingers spreading my cunt just like the girl’s in the magazine. My index finger slid easily into my wet hole, and I finger fucked myself slowly, watching my son wanking with the black lace panties I had worn at work that day, his ass thrusting to meet his fist. I thought briefly about getting my vibrator, and then decided I was too close to coming to stop myself now. As I felt my tummy muscles tense up, I lay back against the floor in front of Tim’s door and lifted my spread legs off the ground to heighten my arousal. My climax was building more slowly this time, two fingers thrusting deep inside my wet chasm as my thumb rubbed roughly at my clit. I gasped loudly, not caring anymore if Tim opened his door to find his mother lying before him, legs held wide above her body, fingering her cunt madly in her new leopard print g-string, wanting her son to throw himself onto her body and satisfy her incestuous lust with his hard cock. I pushed my fingers up against the walls of my cunt, desperately seeking to orgasm. The pleasant, tickling sensations I have before my climaxes radiated out from my pussy and my legs began to shake. I shut my eyes tightly and held my breath as the stimulation inside my pussy became almost unbearable, my cunt muscles squeezing my fingers as if they were going to be severed inside me. I writhed on the floor as I came, overwhelmed by the intense orgasmic pleasure wracking my body. I cried out in shock as a warm spurt of my pussy’s wetness gushed out my vulva, onto the palm of my hand. That had never happened to me before, but then I had never been coming so hard in my life! I continued to come against my hand, rocking my hips back and forth lewdly. Suddenly I realized that Tim must have heard me orgasm just outside his room, and that I was probably only seconds away from discovery. I quickly picked myself off the floor and rushed back to my room. I knew that having sex with Tim was now my fantasy, but tried to tell myself that it was just that, a dark, sinful fantasy that could not be fulfilled, unless, unless I gave in to my desires and committed the taboo act of incest, the ancient law forbidding a woman to fornicate with the fruit of her own womb. I no longer felt in control of my feelings, unable to make the right decisions concerning the sexual tension that now smoldered between Tim and I. As I changed out my work clothes somehow I knew I would not be able to help myself and that some sort of sexual encounter between the two of us was going to happen sooner or later, despite my good intentions as a loving mother. *** That Friday I went grocery shopping after work. As I moved down the aisle with medicine and personal hygiene stuff, I noticed something I had been meaning to show my son. They were condoms, and I wanted to buy some for Tim, so that when the time was right he would be fully prepared for his first sexual experience. I picked out a box of super thin ones, and hid them underneath some other items. It was absurd, me, a woman of 34 years, being embarrassed at buying condoms, but I was afraid I might bump into someone I knew, someone who would be curious to know why I needed protection if I was still faithful to my husband. When I got home Tim was there to help load the groceries out of the car. I admired his strong but youthful body as he lifted three bags with each arm at time, quickly finishing the tiring task. Once all the bags were inside the kitchen, Tim began looking through each one, searching for his favorite biscuits that I always bought him. I put the groceries away as I spoke to him. "It’s such a relief to finally finish for the week, huh honey?" I turned to see Tim holding the condom box in his hands, eyeing it intently. I moved across to peer over his shoulder. "Do you know what these are for, Tim?" I asked him quietly. "Uhh, like, they stop you from getting AIDS, and getting a girl pregnant when you..." "Fuck her. Yes, that’s right. Have you used one before?" I asked. "Umm, no, I haven’t mom, you know I’m still a virgin," Tim’s face was turning red again. "Do you how to put one on your cock Tim? Because you will need to know when you are going to have sex for the first time." I said, in a matter of fact way as I could, considering how turned on I was becoming, discussing sex again with my son again. Throwing caution to the wind, I decided to be forward with Tim. "I’ll tell you what, I’ll show you, so that you can know for sure." I told him, then turned back to finish putting away the groceries, not sure on how Tim would take my offer. "Uhh, yeah Mom, that'd be cool!" he said and I turned to see him eagerly grinning at me. "Guess it’s a date then." I said playfully, and gave him a cheeky smile. I told Tim to meet me upstairs in half an hour. I then went and showered. As I washed my body I knew what was going to happen this time with Tim, I could not longer suppress my desire to be with him. Catching him wanking in my panties, all the sex talk between us, and just knowing that we both wanted to be with each other had finally driven me over the edge. Finishing up, I wrapped a towel around me and went to my room. I put on my favorite blue satin nightie, and slipped into a pair of white lace panties. I took a deep breath and tried to relax, but I was feeling both unbelievably nervous and horny at the same time, more so than my first time with John when I was 17. I took out my vibrator, sat down on the edge of my bed and called out to Tim. Tim appeared at my door, his eyes running up and down my body as he stared at me in the short, skimpy nightie. "Do you have the condoms, sweetie?" I asked. "Uhh, no..I..." he stammered. "You haven’t forgotten about our little date?" I teased, pressing my knees together to hide the view up my nightie. "Uhh, I’ll just get them," he said foolishly, and disappeared briefly to return with the box in his hands. "Bring them over here." Tim brought them over to me and stood above me, spying the vibrator next to me on the bed. I opened the box and pulled out one of the rubbers. "Each of them is wrapped separately, see?" I told him, holding the wrapper up for him to see. "You have to be careful not to tear the condom when you open this, right?" Tim nodded slowly, his eyes wandering between the condom and my smooth legs crossed over towards him, nearly touching his. I then opened the wrapper, and showed him the rolled up condom. I then picked up my vibrator, and pushed the tip inside the condom. "See which way it goes, honey?" I said, showing him the end of my sex toy, his eyes wide with interest. "Now you just have to roll it down to the base." I rolled the rest of the rubber down to the end of my vibrator. "Now it’s your turn." I took another rubber out of the box and handed it to Tim. He opened it slowly, and then reached for my vibrator. I stopped his hand. "No honey, I want to put it on yourself. Put it on your cock." Tim looked at me strangely, not sure what to do. "It’s OK honey, I mean I’ve seen it just recently, haven’t I?" I giggled, and this brought a smile to his face. "Come on, show me." Tim slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was very limp, and hung just in front of my face. I stared at it in disappointment, expecting to see the rock hard prick I had seen on previous occasions. Tim stood with his hands at his sides, not sure what to do next, his face crimson. "Oh, honey, I know you’re embarrassed, but we need to get your dick hard before you can put the condom on it." I almost whispered to him. "Here, let me show you something." I leaned back on the bed and uncrossed my legs, spreading them wide as the bottom of my nightie rode up around my ass, my panties now on display for my son. "Do you like this, honey? Does it make you hard?" I asked teasingly. Tim did not answer, and simply stared openly at my blonde pussy through the white lace. "You like mommy’s panties don’t you" I breathed, hardly believing I was saying such things to my son. His cock rapidly swelled in size, finally pointing towards my face fully erect. "Put on the condom, Tim," I instructed him. Tim fumbled around the head of his prick with the rubber, unable to fit it onto his cock. "Here, let me help." I said, and reached over and took the rubber, my fingers brushing against the smooth head of Tim’s prick. "You’ve just got it around the wrong way, that’s all." I reversed the rubber at the head of his prick and slowly slid it over the tip, and began gently rolling it down the stiff shaft, finally reaching the base of Tim’s cock. I looked up into Tim’s face, my hand still around his hard prick, waiting to see if he would reject my touch. "There now, how does that feel on your cock?" I asked him. "Uhh, good, mom," he answered, his eyes meeting mine. My hand began to stroke his prick, careful, delicate, slow moments of my hands caressing the latex sheath surrounding Tim’s beautiful cock. "How does that feel?" I asked softly, now barely able to speak. "Nice," he moaned, and I gripped his cock firmly and pumped my fist up and down, now obviously masturbating him. I stood up in front of Tim and pulled him close to me, my hand still jacking him off as his head rested against my shoulder, his arms embracing me. We held each other for about a minute this way, before I parted with Tim slightly to look directly at his face. "Kiss me." I breathed, and brought my lips to his mouth, softly kissing him delicately, his mouth moving against mine. His tongue slipped inside my mouth, and we french kissed passionately, all the while my hand still stroking his hard cock. "Do you want to know what a girl's pussy feels like, Tim? Do you want to feel what is like when my pussy gets wet?" I whispered into his ear. "Yes, yes Mom." "Call me Sarah, if you want honey." "OK Mom, Sarah." I took his hand and placed under my nightie, touching the top of my panties. Tim’s hand pushed downwards, running it’s way through the thick blonde fuzz around my cunt, before reaching the slit of my cunt. His finger poked around roughly and slid upwards inside my tight but wet opening, the digital penetration making me extremely horny. We kissed passionately again, and I continued to pull on Tim’s cock, as his fingers took turns exploring the warm, wet orifice between my legs. His other hand roamed my body, caressing my hips, squeezing my ass and rubbing my tits through my nightie. I finally broke of this wonderful embrace, prepared to give my son his most important lesson in sex. After pulling my panties down and stepping out of them, I laid myself back onto the bed and opened my legs to offer Tim my cunt. "Come here, sweetie," I said lovingly, and Tim pulled his pants and t-shirt off quickly, and climbed onto the bed above me, his body pressing close to mine. We kissed again, our tongues playfully dueling together, our hands caressing each other’s body. Tim looked into my face. "Sarah, god, Sarah, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted to." "I know honey, I know." I reached down to his hard penis and guided it to the entrance to my waiting cunt. Tim pushed his hips forward, and my vulva opened and accepted his cock into my wet vagina, his prick sliding deep inside until his balls rested against my outer pussy lips. We laid together like that for what seemed an eternity, an incestuous merging of our bodies with only a thin latex barrier to prevent my son’s sperm from gushing into my cunt and impregnating my still fertile womb with his seed. Once he became accustomed to the warm, tight sensation of my cunt surrounding his cock, Tim began to plow slowly back and forth inside me, a guilty smile spreading over his face as he discovered the ultimate stimulation for his cock. Better than his hand, better even than my panties, he now knew where his cock belonged, and it was inside a woman’s cunt. Luckily for me it was now my cunt, and I was more than ready for a good fucking by my son. Our mouths met again, kissing as we screwed. I moaned around his tongue, and I pulled my nightie up over my head, now fully naked with my beautiful son. His mouth moved to my neck and ear, and then moved down towards my breasts, kissing and gently sucking on my large, hardened nipples, his cock continuing to slide forcefully in and out of me. Suddenly his hands gripped my shoulders as his body went tense, his cock jerking rapidly against the walls of my cunt. He looked into my face, his eyes wide in panic. "I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!" he gasped. "Yes baby, do it! Cum inside me, come inside my cunt!" I moaned. Tim thrust twice before collapsing on top of me, his body shaking as he came inside me. He pushed his face to my neck and began to moan and whimper as his orgasm continued. I hugged him tightly, and we lay together for at least five minutes rocking together, still joined in sexual intercourse. Finally he rolled off me, and I looked down to his cock and saw that the end of the condom was now full of his white, thick spunk. We continued to lie on my bed, kissing, caressing and talking as only new lovers do, until it became late and we knew John would be arriving home from work. After that afternoon Tim and I have continued to fuck regularly as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend instead of mother and son. Tim is always ready for sex, even when I'm having my period, and I will never deny him access to my body. I take birth control pills behind my husband’s back, so Tim can fuck me without a condom and come inside me without getting me pregnant. I found out that Tim loves to go down on me, licking and tongue fucking my pussy until I scream so loud in orgasm the neighbors must know what’s going on in my house between us. I am only too happy to return the favor by sucking his cock, something I would refuse to do for my husband, even letting Tim shoot his cum into my mouth, an act I had thought utterly depraved until then. I know it to be wrong, but I feel so much more love for Tim now, and I want to continue our private sexual relationship forever. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 30