Missing him

As I set and right this I think of all the reasons it was wrong.
But, I also think of all the reasons I wanted to do it again.

I fucked my twenty-year-old son Jason just before he left for a two-week job last week.

I'm not talking about we made love.
No, we fucked like animals for most of the evening.
I wanted him and all of him and I was determined to give him all of me.
I will say it was the best sex I had had in forever.

He used me in ways I had never been used and hit places his father only dreamed of hitting.

No, I didn't plan it. I didn't sit around thinking about masturbating to visions of him. But, I am now.
Things just took their course.
It started out as a normal Saturday.
Breakfast and all. Nothing special.

But, somewhere along the day things changed, and I became sexually attracted to Jason.

I never saw it coming. I had never felt that way before. It's hard to explain.

I think about how it started is when Jason asked me to dinner.

Feeling good and enjoying the time with Jason I dressed a little naughty.

Matching white lace panties and bra set and a yellow sundress. I didn't do it intentionally. In truth, I wanted to look good for him. But, more for me.

I stand 5'4" tall with a 34D-28-36 figure and I use to love to show it off to his father.

I'm a natural redhead. So yes. I'm red down there also.
I carry a tan. One of them glowing tans that only a redhead with the right skin can get. That's me.

Like I said I was dressed nicely. I felt good and I looked good.

The look in Jason's eyes when I came into the living room told me he also more than liked what he saw, which caused me to blush a little bit in appreciation.

It was to early really for dinner only being four o'clock.
But, when a good looking stud wants to take you out you don't argue. You get cleaned up and go.

I still wasn't thinking about screwing my own son. But, I was very happy to go on a dinner date with him.
I mean why not. He is young and good looking. Any woman would be proud to have a nice twenty-year-old stud to eat dinner with.

Usually, Jason will take me to the local steak house.
But, for whatever the reason we drove right by it and ended up the fancier Italian restaurant.

He did by truthfully miss his turn. We were talking and laughing so much he drove right by.
It was just a chance we ended up at the Italian restaurant.

I took Jason's hand and leaned into him kinda gently as we stood waiting on our table.

When the hostess walked up she looked at me and my beaming smile then looked at me again and gave me a wink.

Jason and I followed her to a low lit booth in the back corner with lots of privacy.

She sat me first then Jason right next to me giving another smile.

I knew what she was thinking and it made me proud.

I'm thirty-six and single. Well, actually, a widower. Two years ago my husband left for work and never came home.
I kissed him goodbye for the last time that morning in a afterglow of morning wake up sex.
At thirty-four years old I became a widower.
Tom was the only man I ever knew. When I told my parents I was gonna be a mother my das almost killed my then-boyfriend.
But, things worked out for the best and we had a wonderful marriage. And Tom and my dad became like a father/son duo. The hell they put me and my mother through.
Since that fateful day, I haven't really been interested in another man.
I did slip up one evening when I was out with the girls and had a little to much drink and let a good looking, sweet-talking guy talk me out of panties.
But, that was the only time.

I don't know what happened. It was everything. But, nothing. Jason said everything just right at the right time. It all just clicked.
I know Jason wasn't intentionally hitting me.
But, dammit it was all just to much.

After we ate a very nice meal that had me so turned on I almost blew him right there in the booth Jason took me across the street to the fair and we danced.

It was the eye contacted, his smell, and feel. I wanted him in the worst way.
I tried to control myself. But, there were things happening that I couldn't.

It was only eight when we got back home.

I started to just let things and go to my room and lock myself in and power fuck my greedy twat till I passed out.

"Care for another dance Ella?" Jason asked as we stood on the front porch looking out.

That was it. That was all it took. I know he didn't mean it the way I took it.
Hell, he has danced with me a thousand times on that same porch in that very spot we stood.

But, the smell of the flowers the setting sun, and basically just his closeness was to much for me.

I looked up at him with a need in my eyes he had never seen before.
At first, he was a little shocked. But, I melted into him.

When I looked up into his soft eyes I knew the time had come.

I reached up behind his head and pulled him to me gently. Slowly at first, we kissed. Then deeper with my hunger.
From there things happened and they happened right there on the porch.

I wasn't waiting to get inside. I wanted Jason inside me.
There was no foreplay. Just straight fucking. I turned at set up in the railing, undid his buckle then yanked his pants free.
Spreading my legs I pulled Jason to me. Holding his large steel rod he pulled my thong to the side.
Roughly I guided him into my overheated twat.
His first jab rockets went off in my head. His second jab I soaked his big prick and his third jab he was deeper in me than his father ever was.
I clung to him wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he held my asscheeks and fucked into me hard as I begged him not to stop.

God did it feel good to have a man inside me.

My cum boiled from my pussy and dripped onto the porch deck as Jason ruthlessly pounded into me.

When I felt him start to swell I knew he was close and I wanted him. All of him in me.

"Please!" I whimpered in need. "Don't stop!" I cried as I did my best to fuck back at him as we clawed at each other's bodies as I hung onto him.

With a deep, gruntle growl Jason held me tight by my waist and jammed his full length into filling my overheated slit with his man juice.

I didn't worry about getting pregnant. That wasn't gonna happen. That's why I have only one son.
Things didn't go as planned when Jason was born and he would be my only child.

"Jesus!" I breathed deeply with a smile leaning back to look at Jason. "I needed that," I said giving him a little kiss on the lips.

"You are one hell of a woman Ella." Jason smiled back at me.

"Oh, this only the beginning there young man." I grinned teasingly.

"Is that so?" Jason smiled.

"You not getting off that easy. There is a hell of a lot more of me you need." I smiled enjoying the feeling if Jasons cock wiggling around inside me gooey cunt.

"I like the sound of that." Jason smiled as he started losing his grip on me.

Slowly his cock came unlodged in my need twat leaving me aching for more instantly.

But, to my surprise and delight, I didn't have to wait long.

When my feet hit the floor Jason gave a nice deep kiss then turned me around and bent me over the rail and screwed me again.
I know he wouldn't nut again this quick. But, I also knew he was fucking me for my pleasure.

After he gave me two more hard orgasms I made him stop. Not that I was done or anything.

But, I needed a break and I wanted to get fresh.

"How about I get a shower and you meet me in my room I grinned as we walked inside as Jason played with my ass.

"Plan!" He laughed almost getting a finger in my asshole.

Like I said we fucked likes animals. I even let him stick his big dick up my asshole. Which was a lot more pleasurable than I ever thought it would be.
Matter of fact I enjoyed it so much I squirted all over our leather ottoman soaking it.

I sent Jason away the following morning with an empty nut sack and a full belly of his delicious cum.

We have talked every day since he's been gone.
In truth, I miss him and want him home.
For the first couple of days, I was kinda in a frantic about what we did.

But, now I have come to terms with and am ready to have my lover home.