Sexual gratifier- my son.

I wrapped my long legs around his thin hips and pulled him tightly to me. With my encouragement he started bucking his lean young ass hard and fast, driving his swollen prick in and out of me like a piston. He was enjoying my grunts as he speared me deeply. The room was filled with the wet squishing sounds of his cock moving in and out of my wet opening.

I moaned as he pumped me with youthful vigor. My entire being was consumed by passion and love. I felt as hot as a furnace now, and did not want it to end and so raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist.
After few more deep thrusts I could feel the first signs of orgasm building within. To slow him down, and prolong the pleasure I tightened my thighs around his waist, locking my ankles and squeezed cunt muscles around his meat. It did not help much, his movements became rapid indicating his balls were ready to burst.

He growled, as his balls exploded and emptied his seed deep into my cunt. My cunt sucked and squeezed the cock that was deep inside me, as if to draw the last drop right out of his balls. His cock jerked in my sucking pussy for a moment or two. His hot juices splashing inside set off my own orgasm, which tore through like a tornado.

As he stopped cumming, he slumped onto me. We were both completely exhausted. I kept my legs wrapped tightly around him, not yet wanting to relinquish his still-hard penis. Our bodies were joined together, physically & in the love. We held each other tightly, abandoning to the pleasures that the wild encounter had brought. Mother and Son had their first taboo bonding and pleasure.
I sighed happily as son pulled his by now limp meat out of me with a plop. He lay besides me, rolled over, and cupped my breasts and squeezed them gently. The performance had drained both of us. I lay in utter bliss, and felt a tremendous sense of wanton happiness and freedom.
As my breathing eased and body recovered from fierce encounter, I could feel the mingled fuck fluids oozing out from my opening drenching and pooling on the mattress. In an effort to stop the flow I pressed my robe on the mound and rushed to the washroom.

As I sat on commode to wash all the traces of son’s sperm I wondered
‘It was not supposed to be like this. I was to desist him from using my panties for masturbation, but ended sleeping with him. God what have I done, why couldn’t I control my desires and needs? My boy had made love to me and it was my first orgasm in more than 3 years. It was so satisfying, so divine. T
The experience was very exhilarating, but so wrong, it was a sin. I was glad I had got my tubes tied up, there was no fear of becoming mother of my son’s child.
It was so satisfying, so divine. That’s it. I knew what I had to do’

After toweling myself dry, wrapped the gown and tiptoed back to son’s bedroom. I stood by the bedside and wondered if it would be right thing to do. I was beyond caring and untied the belt holding robe in place, and let the gown slide of my shoulders to the floor. My boy was cuddled up in bed and facing away from me. I eased myself behind him on the bed and place my hand around him in embrace. He turned around in the bed, placed his hand on my naked hips and slid them up to my breast, and them brought it down to my cunt.
As he cupped my hairy mound he whispered Mommy, the scent of your pussy is highly intoxicating and the taste of it is indescribable. the juice is divine.
My baby it will always be open for you. He smiled at that, brought his mouth to my exposed breasts and nibbled both nipples as I cradled and rocked his head in my arms.
I had accepted my son as my man in bed. We drifted off to sleep.
The room was quiet but the stillness and the silence of the night was frequently interrupted by the moans, groans and whimpers of incestuous coupling of mother and son.
I lost track of the number of times he feasted on my body. I had never imagined that making love could be so potent, so erotic. My boy had turned me from shy conservative woman into a love machine, churning out multiple satisfactions; the kind that I did not even know existed. Mother and son had been insatiable through the night.
We fucked as if the world was coming to end. Early next morning my throat was dry with moaning and groaning, back was aching, thighs, legs and all muscles were tired, breasts and nipples very tender with constant kneading and suckling and biting, the cunt was sore with heavy battering by my sons breeding tool. Entire body showed signs of fatigue.
My son was to be my sexual gratifier; young and virile.