MORE THAN JUST MOTHER AND SON
True Story! and he did mom’s lez lover too!
Presented by Oediplex 8==3~
The following is a narrative shared from a real mom – until just after the shower scene – then my OediPal, KiwiSailor, helped me edit and complete the narrative based on the true facts of her confessions. Just like Tom_Hathaway and Tuballcain, Julie is an actual person that I can vouch for, who experienced a positive sexual relationship with her son. Oediplex 8==3~
I have one child (Robert) and I have been given my ‘Freedom Papers’ recently from my ex-hubby. I work as a stripper and do erotic posing for a couple of photographers, including my best friend and lover, Karen. [Email me if you are interested in seeing nude pictures Julie posted. – Oediplex] I know that sounds kinky, the three of us, but I’ve never been a conservative or conventional type of person.
That is not to say I don’t have a sense of morals or feelings of guilt sometimes. I do. But sometimes things have a way of pushing past the boundaries we thought we had. Then, you wind up on the other side of events realizing that the world has not ended, just that something new has started. In our case, it has become a wonderful new kind of stability, where the tripod provides a steady balance to our unusual ménage a’ trois.
This is the way that our new dynamic began.
I was walking by my son’s bedroom one bright Sunday morning, when I heard a funny sound coming from inside. It sounded like a drum being struck in a slow, steady, heart pounding rhythmic beat. Thump, thump – thump – thump, thump – thump. My curiosity was aroused. I gently pushed my son’s bedroom door open a crack and peeped inside. There was my son, totally nude, with his feet toward the door.
His eyes were tightly shut. Legs pressed together and his hand clenched around his erect cock. The thumping sound was coming from him jerking his piece of meat while lifting his hips in a rhythmic fashion. I had not seen him naked since he had entered puberty. His cock was at least eight inches long. Slim, with an upward curve and a fantastic head. His balls were two small, smooth, hairless sacks jerking up and down to the rhythm of his stroking fingers.
His crotch was lightly covered with a tangle of dark blond fuzz. I could see the head of his cock was covered with pre-cum, making it glisten in the dim light from his computer desk. I glanced over at his computer and saw a porno picture of a young man face fucking an older woman. There was cum all over her face. I wondered why he was jacking off to an older woman. Weren’t there any younger ones he was interested in? It then dawned on me. My son was sexually aroused by mature women. I heard him muttering something over and over. I could barely hear what he was saying.
It sounded like, “Oh Mama, suck it faster. Make me cum in your mouth.” As I said, I could barely hear him. I wasn’t sure if that was what I really heard. I watched him as now his whole body started to rise and fall on the bed. I knew he was close to shooting his man-seed all over his body. I was feeling a little guilty, spying on my son as he was pleasuring himself, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
I felt my pussy start to itch and just knew that if my fingers searched out my cunt, there would be plenty of lubrication for finger fucking. He was moaning loudly now and I distinctly heard him say; “Oh yeah, Mama, take my jizm down your throat. Swallow my cum, you… you’re so sexy!” just as he shot a long stream up toward the ceiling. It arched up and fell back in a line from his ankle to his crotch. I had never seen a squirt like that before.
Of course, I had never seen an eighteen year old stud jacking off before. I slipped quietly away from his door and hurried to my own bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind me, I started to throw my clothes off and headed for the bed. I lay down; my legs in the air, sliding off my panties. With my knees spread wide I lay back and grabbed my cunt with both hands. I was so wet my fingers slipped into my pussy and I started to furiously rub my clitoris. I began pinching my left nipple as I finger fucked my snatch. I could smell my own hot pussy juices as they flowed all over my hand. I stopped rubbing myself and lifted my fingers to my mouth. I sucked off the slimy residue from my overflowing cunt and then once again jammed my fingers as far into my hot box as I could.
I was stroking my clit as fast as I could now. My son’s words echoing in my ears. “Oh yeah, Mama, take my jism down your throat. Swallow my cum, you, you’re so sexy!” I could feel the heat start to rise from inside my womb.
I knew that feeling even if I hadn’t felt it in a long time. I came with a shuddering, thunderous roar in my ears. My body was racked with wave after wave of spasmodic mini orgasms.
After I had calmed down, I tried to analyze what had just happened. I had watched my only baby child jack off to visions of an older woman, talking about his mother and it had made me so hot that I damn near ripped my own cunt apart jacking my clit to a vision of me sucking my son’s teenage cum down my throat. I knew what this meant. I was one sick pussycat! This was incest I was thinking of. Not something to take lightly.
But what the fuck. I was 36 years old and had been divorced for eight months. In all that time, I had had only five dates with men. Three of them had ended up in bed with me in some sleazy motel room. They shot their load off so fast, I was barely getting into it and they were done and out the door with hardly a “Thank you ma’am.” The other two turned out to be married.
So here I was, lying on my bed, naked, with pussy juice dripping down into the crack of my ass, thinking about having sex with my own son. No, no way was I going to go through with it. In the morning I was going to find some sex shop and get myself a large dildo, well, maybe I could find one that looked like his cock, the vision was still clear in my mind. That should take my mind off that gorgeous hunk of cock I was lusting after. I fell asleep with visions of my little baby’s sweet dick, then his cock sliding in and out of my wet cunt….. feeling his hot sperm washing the insides of my pussy channel on their way to my womb.
Later I rationalized that just thinking about what we could do was OK. As long as we didn’t actually do anything. Sure incest was nothing new to me, I had a multi-year affair with my brother, we were children, but Robert was always my baby. Yet I just could not stop thinking about him, his cock, his moans, talking about me and the way his cum shot out and landed on his legs. It was becoming an obsession. I was walking around always horny. My pussy itched and I swear if he was in the room, I could feel my juices running down my legs!
I kept telling myself no. As long as it was something I thought about while finger fucking, or masturbating with a vibrator, I was doing nothing wrong! I thought hard about calling my brother, but damn it, I am old enough to sort ‘this’ out myself. ‘This’ went on for months! Every day I needed to ‘rub’ thinking about him. I wanted to hear and see him cum again. As you are all well aware, the mind is a powerful tool… You can talk yourself into just about anything. Well I did! I got an idea… I am an erotic dancer after all. I am gone Friday and Saturday every week (except monthly visits from “Aunt Flow”. So Sunday is the day Robert and I use as our time. We watch movies, play games and always have take out for dinner, and talk, as adults!
My idea was, – I was going to get movies with more adult/sexy subject matter. Watch them with him, – try to turn him on. – Maybe, just maybe, I could get him to jack off that night. We like action films, so I rented a woman in a prison movie, knowing it would be filled with nude women and racy rape/love scenes. We had our food and I went to change. I put on a pair of short lime green fem boxers and workout boob tube. I grabbed my robe and walked into the living room. So far all was normal. My robe was tied tight. The movie began. It was a movie about a girl that was raped and she killed the rapist; she goes to jail and all hell breaks loose.
Anyway, Robert and I were watching the film, as I hoped it was full of nude, well built women, some older. I could see him out of the corner of eye; Robert kept looking at me to see if this was okay. I made like I didn’t see. One shot was extremely hot, a shower scene. I could tell Robert was getting antsy as he kept shifting his seat and his breathing became heavy. I made like my legs were sore, rubbing my upper thigh, outside my robe so it inched up a little bit and I asked him if I could stretch out? He said yes. I put my legs over his lap and continued watching and rubbing. A few moments later I shifted my weight and had my calf against his crotch, I could feel his hardness. He tried to move, and I pretended that I was getting mad “stay still,” I said, “quit moving.” He did and his cock was hard, I could feel it!
My mind was racing… I wanted him but thought ‘no way! Just enjoy this… you can always rub off later,’ I thought…. So we watched as the girl was joined with two others in her cell, one was holding something like a broken broom handle. I sat up a bit straighter putting more pressure on his cock and lifted my hand from my thigh leaving a bit more of my leg showing. His hand sort of fell on my leg as he adjusted himself… it was a bolt of lightning to my pussy, I gasped. “You okay?” Robert asked.
“Just made me jump… I’m ok.” Better than ok, he kept his hand there. I don’t know if I was wishing or what, but I could have sworn his finger was sliding across my skin… my head spun. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, I remembered his masturbating. My mind swam as we watched the movie… tick-tock time was moving so slow. My heart was pounding! I heard him swallow hard! We stayed like that for the remainder of the movie! I was so turned on… I swear they could have smelled my pussy down the street! As I moved to turn off the tape I pushed down on his cock with my leg.
He was rock hard… I asked him if he wanted to watch another movie. He said, “Sure!” I deliberately bent over in front of him to switch tapes… sure I had on my robe but I think even in that my ass has a nice shape. He was giving me so much pleasure I wanted to give some back! I put in another movie. (Some Italian Conan type deal.) I stood. “Do you want a Coke?” I asked him? “Sure,” he said. One word answers, he didn’t trust his own voice.
I went to the kitchen. I undid my robe and felt my shorts… wet but not bad. I wanted to keep my robe open for this next movie. I went back to the living room, my robe untied. I leaned over Robert to hand him his drink and glanced at his crotch. I could see his hardness, but what I enjoyed the most was the little wet spot on his track pants. He tried to hide his pants tent but I saw and pretended that I did not! I did catch him look over my body. I sat down again and began to watch the movie.
As the movie was playing I could tell Robert was uncomfortable. He kept shifting his weight. I decided I wanted to feel his cock again. I asked if I could stretch out again. He said, “Sure!” I lifted my legs and laid them across his lap. He was soft. Too much story in this movie I guess. I could feel his soft cock under my leg. I liked it. This huge breasted woman was getting attacked in the movie, so I thought now was a good as time as any to try something new. I pretended to scratch my leg in the process slid my leg across his cock a few times… never looking. I kept watching the movie. I stretched out my right leg sort of like it was stiff and rested it on the floor.
There I was one leg on his lap and one on the floor, my legs parted so Robert, if he turned could see right up to my shorts covered pussy. I hoped it was not stained dark with my juice. I stayed like that for a few minutes – 10 maybe… and a few times I felt his cock harden and soften up… I put my hand to my lap and absent-mindedly scratched my pussy. I had shaved a few days before and was itchy. Well this made him rock solid! I could feel his dick rise beneath my leg and start pushing it. I did not let him know I felt it but I decided to push more.
Next my tit, because of the way I was sitting, one leg on his thigh and one on the floor, my tit was getting sore squashed in my boob tube so I just moved it around. Oh god my hand felt good. I was so wet. Robert spoke and I jumped a bit. He asked me some question about the movie. His voice sounded strange. I answered without looking at him. This was wild! I was so horny. We watched the film in silence his cock never stopped pushing against my leg. The movie ended. It was late for a school night – about 11:00pm. I stood and walked to the TV and shut it off. Robert was still sitting in the sofa, not moving.
“Up to bed,” I said.
He mumbled, “In a min… You go ahead.”
In a stern voice, “Now! It’s late mister.”
He stood and I could plainly see his beautiful erection. “Oh, you enjoyed that,” I said in my best joking manner. Robert blushed and tried to hide it! “Nothing to worry about and never be ashamed of that.” He sort of smiled and turned to go to his room. “Honey, don’t feel odd… I have seen one before you know? Some of those women were kindda hot!”
He said, “I guess…yeah.”
“Quick, brush your teeth and off to bed! School tomorrow,” He went upstairs as I finished. I turned out the light and followed him up; he was finished with his teeth and was in bed. I poked my head in and said goodnight. He said it back and I left. I went next door to my room, threw my robe on the floor and spread out.
I turned off my light and listened… 20 minutes went by then I heard the sound, thump, thump, thump. Oh god, yes, he was jerking off! I could hear it!
I lay on my bed listening to him jack off! It had worked. I started to finger myself to the sound of him slapping his cock! I closed my eyes and tried to picture it… no luck. I had to see. I stood up and quietly walked to the next room. It was dark. I could just make out the shape on the bed. There he was, jerking off! I could not see him, but man I could hear him. His breathing was picking up. I knew he was gonna cum! My head was swimming.
I lost it! “Robert?” I whispered. He stopped right away. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, I am fine!” he said.
“Turn on your light,” I demanded.
“I am okay mom, I swear.” he said.
“Please just do it.” He clicked on his lamp on the night stand and I walked to his bed. I still dressed, sort of, only those shorts and boob tube. He was under the cover lying on his side, his knees bent. I pressed my palm to his forehead, “You don’t look so well, you’re all sweaty,” I remarked.
“Honest mom I am fine,” he begged.
“Your face is all red, let me see your chest,” playing the good mom I pulled the blanket down a bit. “Lay on your back,”
“But mom….”
“Do it now!” He did. “Your chest is all red and splotchy,” I commented, “let me get a cold cloth.” I got up and walked to the bathroom and rinsed a hand towel in the sink. I came back to his bed and started to rub him down with it. “Relax,” I said.
“Mom I feel fine.”
I could see the bump in the blanket… I bet he was really close to cumming or that would have gone down. So there I was… rubbing him down with the wet towel. He kept telling me he was okay… I kept pushing just a little further. I got about his sternum when I built up the courage… “Oh baby,” I said, “you’re as hard as a rock, is that what’s wrong.” He rolled over and tried to hide his hard on… “Oh honey don’t be embarrassed!”
He said he did not want to talk about it! But I asked, “Is that still from the movie? Come on now, it’s only natural.”
“Not with you in room, I don’t feel right.” he said.
I was going for broke… “Were you just jacking off?” I asked. “It’s okay,” I told him. “The women in those movies were very sexy.”
“No! I was not doing that,” he said again.
“Robert! Tell me the truth!” I demanded
“I umm, well ah… “He stammered.
“Oh for Pete’s sake,” I said, “I do it! I do it all the time, there is nothing to hide! So baby, tell me”
“You do?” he asked. “Yes I do!” I told him.
“I never would have guessed,” he said “I was… “He started.”Yes!” He blurted out, “I was Jacking off!”
Oh shit, I almost came right then and there! He was telling me he was jacking off… Then the worst thing happened… he said it did not feel right talking like this and asked me to leave… I started to push him more and he asked me to leave again. He did not want to continue… I said to myself “shit” but we do have time! lots of time. “OK!” I stood, started to walk out of his room… I stopped at the door; turned around.
“Baby if you are going to do that now that I am gone… I want you to know, I will also being doing it in the next room. Not because the movies were sexy. I think telling me the truth about what you were doing in here was sexy.” I turned and without looking at him said, “Enjoy yourself! I know I will.” I left!
I went to room; my head was spinning. I lay down on my bed, opened my legs and let my fingers explore my body. My pussy was so wet, my finger slid up and down the crack of my cunt. I found my clit. When I touched it I saw lightning flash behind my eyelids… I can’t remember ever being this horny. I mean I would have fucked anyone at that point. I strained to listen for Robert jacking off… nothing, I could hear nothing. I masturbated for about 45 min, and then dozed off to sleep.
When I woke I felt a little ashamed about what happened last night. I stood, put on my robe and went down stairs to fix breakfast. Robert was dressed and sitting at the table eating.
“Oh you are almost done,” I said. “Yeah, I woke up early,” he replied.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and joined him. We sat in silence for a few moments, and then he started to talk. “Mom? Are you mad at me for last night?”
I was surprised. “No baby, why would you think that?”
“I just thought when you left… you were mad at me.” Robert was quiet again then, “No mom I am not mad, it was just… strange you know?”
“We will talk some more tonight honey,” I said. I made his lunch and he left for school. I remember thinking to myself, ‘what the hell are we gonna talk about? Do I really want this to happen? Or am I going to see that we never come close again?’ I spent all day wondering what I was going to say. I had almost convinced myself I did not want to go down that road with my son. Robert came home from school right on time.
“Hi Mom,” he said as he walked by me on his way to the fridge. (Boys are always hungry.) I remember thinking… “Has he has forgotten?” Nothing was said, it was like nothing had happened.
Later we sat at dinner acting like this huge thing, Damocles Sword, was not hanging over us… I felt like I was gonna laugh or cry or both. It was just so odd. As we were clearing the table Robert asked, “So do you want to talk now?”
“OK” and told him to go sit in the living room… My nerves were shot, my hands were shaking and he was smiling, acting so glib? I walked out to the living room, Robert was sitting in the armchair and I sat on the sofa.
“How do you want to start?”
Robert began, “I am sorry about last night, I mean… it must have been those movies. It will never happen again.”
I laughed… I had an out and I could take it either way, he looked surprised. “What?” he asked.
“It will happen again,” I said. “A boy your age has to masturbate or he will go crazy.” He looked even more surprised. “What I mean to say is, I know you jerk off. Hell, so do I. I don’t want you to think there is anything wrong with it.”
Robert just sat back, his face turning red. It was my turn to ask, “What?”
He smiled; then he said, “You jerk off? How do you do that?”
I relaxed; at least we were going to have a normal conversation. “Let’s just say the same as you.”
“Why do you get embarrassed when we discuss this? you’re red now” he asked.
“I don’t, it’s just… ““What?” he interrupted.”It’s just that your father should be the one to help you with education.” I confessed then he said something I will never forget, “I know mom, I miss him too, and he lives in Boston now you know.” Robert still talked to his father… I had no idea he left Canada. “I don’t miss him,” I lied.
I took the conversation back to the topic we needed to discuss. “So we understand that jacking off is okay and you should never be ashamed to do it… understand?”
“Yes but… “He began. I waited for him to finish. “I should not think about what I am while I am doing it.”
A jolt of electricity shot up my pussy. “Fantasy helps when you’re playing with yourself,” I told him, not asking what he thought about.
“I guess,” he said.
I stood up. “Since we are having such an adult talk, do you want a beer? I do!”
“Ah okay,”
I went to the kitchen; what was I doing? Even then I remember thinking… “If I get him just a little drunk; stop it Judy he is your son.” I grabbed a can of beer for him and a bottle of wine for me. I walked back into the living room.
“Here ya go!” I said as I handed him the beer. I started again “It’s bad that we never had a real mother son talk, I hope we can fix that now.”What do you mean?” he asked. “Well we never talked about sex, or had the Birds and Bees talk.”
“Believe me mom, I know about it,” he said blushing.
“Oh I am so sorry mister smarty pants, I didn’t know you knew everything,” I joked back at him. We sat in silence for awhile, him drinking his beer, me my wine. This was an odd situation to be sure.
Robert began again, “I don’t know everything.”
“Oh really?” I joked. I set my glass down and turned toward him. “You have my full attention, what did you want to know?” He looked at me; then the floor and back to me. I could tell he had something to say and was having trouble.
I felt sad for him, how could I make him feel so bad. He needed to understand that he could talk to me about anything.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I said. “You can ask anything you want.”
He took a deep breath I said. “I think I have a problem!”
This caught me off guard, I needed more than a few words at one time, I wanted him to really talk. “What do you mean?” I begged.
“Well I seem to be, you know, excited all the time.”
I relaxed, smiled and asked, “You masturbate a lot?”
“Yes,” he almost whispered.
“That’s not a problem, you’re a young man, your sexual desire is growing and you need a release.” I smiled at him and I think at that moment I LOVED him more than ever. “May I ask you something, without making you run out?” I asked.
“Sure, what?” he said almost too quickly.
“Have you had sex?” I tested the waters “No,” was all he said. Again the silence filled the room. What was I thinking? What was I doing? I figured up till that moment all was normal. A simple son-mother chat, but to me it was so much more. Just talking with him about his jacking off was turning me on.
The way he looked, his hair sort of messy but neat at the same time, youth can get away with that ‘whatever’ look; his jeans, the bulge in the crotch, the way I needed to help him relax.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Robert, Baby please, I want you to ask me anything you want.”
He looked at me, cleared his throat and said so quietly, “How can a woman masturbate?”
The question, although asked before, was something I wanted to talk to him about. I wanted to teach him about giving pleasure as well as getting it. “Well baby, you know the end of your penis? I will call it the head. You have all these nerves in there and it feels good the rub them. A woman has the same only smaller. It is called a clit, and when it is rubbed it is the same as you jerking off.” He was looking at me as I told him this.
It was wild here I was talking to my son about finger fucking. Then an idea struck me. “Robert? Do you want to understand why a woman would be playing with herself and how?” I was feeling bold again.
“Yes I do, please tell me,” Robert said.
I stood up, put my glass down and walked to the chair he was sitting in. “Take my hand,” I said. He held my hand… his skin was so warm. I lead him to the sofa asked him to sit. I said I would be right back. I went to my room, into my closet and pulled out a tape. I was so excited. I wanted to watch porn with my son. I went back to the sitting room.
“Robert I am going to show you sex! Keep in mind this is not love… Just sex,” He said ok. I put the tape in; sat down beside him and pressed play on the remote. I started to scan through it but Robert said, “Wait let’s watch the whole thing, his eyes were huge and glassy.” I rewound the tape to the beginning and pressed play again. He was watching the TV. I could not believe I was gonna watch porn with my son. My body was shaking all over.
The movie started and all I could do was watch him. He was staring at the screen. I asked him if he was ok… He said yes. The two women on the TV were going hot and heavy. I could tell he liked watching because his breathing became deep and he was licking his lips as if they were very dry. I moved down the sofa and leaned against the armrest, putting my feet under me.
This was going to be a night we would both remember. We watched the movie together in silence. My pussy was so wet and itchy, my nipples were rock hard. Robert was glued to the screen; I don’t think he even blinked. We watched the whole thing. When it was over I stood up and turned off the TV. I felt like my juices were running down my legs.
Robert was sitting in a way that I could not see if he had an erection or not. I sat down on the sofa again looked at my son and smiled. He had finished his beer half way through the movie but was still holding the empty can “Honey could you get us another drink?” I asked. I needed to see if he was aroused
“Um… Mom,” he stated. “I really would rather just sit here a minute longer.”
My mind exploded, he did not want me to see his hard on. “Baby, it’s okay to have an erection, I’m also turned on. A movie like that always gets a person hot.” I said trying to sound like a mother, a mother with her hand between her legs.
“But it’s easier for you,” he said, “you don’t get a boner, and people can’t see when you’re… Hot as you put it!”
I stood up in front of him and asked, “What do you see?”
“I see you standing there looking at me,” he said.
I could see I needed to show him that it was okay to be blunt… “No. Robert do you see my breasts?”
“Well yes,” he said.
“And tell me what you can see,” I demanded.
“I don’t think so Mom, I don’t feel right,” was what he said.
“Baby, it’s okay. Say anything you want. Trust me, I will not get mad, look at my tits! Can you see my nipples pushing against the shirt?”
“Mom!”
“Tell me, can you, or can you not see them?” I asked again as I pulled the material tight. He looked at my boobs and looked away.
“Yes I can.”
“Well now you know; a woman may not have a penis that people see, but you can sure bet that rock hard nipples in a warm room are almost always a giveaway.”
He looked again. I liked him looking at me and brushed my hands over my tits as I stood there, “Now get up and get me a drink, please.” As he stood I could see his wonderful hard cock shaped against his pants. ‘Oh, this is gonna take a lot of work, hard work’ I thought. Robert left to get the drinks. I felt dizzy. Oh my god! I was like a virgin on Prom night. My palms were greasy and my pussy was soaked… He returned and placed the drinks down looked at me and then stared at his drink.
We sat there in silence, he glancing at me, me at him. When our eyes meet we smiled. “So… “I said.”You liked the movie?
“It was interesting,” he said.
“I bet,” I joked, we laughed. I took a sip from my drink and turned to him. “Are you still excited?”
“What?” he asked.
“Do you still have a boner?”
He looked at me and said, “Holy… Mom, that’s personal.”
I laughed, “Oh now he gets all shy; what is a mother to do?” I could not believe he was playing so hard to get… I was so turned on. “Okay young man!” I started, “stand up!” He did not move… his eyes got big and he stared at me, but still he did not move. “Do you think I am joking?” I asked. “You looked at my hard nipples, all I am asking is to see if you are hard… is that unfair?”
He stood, his cock had gone soft, but there was a nice pre-cum stain in his pants… ummmmmm I liked that. I wanted to reach out and touch it… not yet. “Well we seem to have control of our bodies… I am going to see just how much.” I stood and walked past him; up the stairs into my room again. I grabbed another tape. This one had a surprise for him. I walked back down to the living room.
He had sat down again and was looking at me confused. “Okay Mister, try this one, if this does not get you excited I will never tease you again.” I was lying of course.
“Mom, we don’t need to do this… really!” he said.
I said nothing. I put in the tape; pressed play. The movie started. He was watching… I was watching him. “Stop it, Mom. Watch the tape,” he said. Robert’s eyes opened wide, his mouth wider still… What he saw on the tape was me, his own mother. I was standing in the living room of my friend Karen.
The music was playing in the background and I started to dance. Robert turned toward me and said, “What’s this?” I smiled at him and purred.
“Karen wanted me to get used to the idea of stripping so we made a few movies, you know, so I would get used to it.” He sat in total silence and watched the dance. Robert knew I was a stripper but he had never seen me do it! I was almost nude in the movie down to bra and a thong.
Believe me when I tell you… he did not need x-ray vision to see my body. On the screen I was reaching for the clip at the back of my bra, just about to expose my tits. In the living room, I looked, His cock was hard. It was standing right up! I clicked pause on the remote.
“Wha..?” he asked.
He could not even say the full word. The image of me wavered and danced on the screen as the picture was paused, he couldn’t take his eyes off it. “We had a deal remember? I said ‘If could not give you a boner I would leave you alone… well time to show and tell mister. Stand up!” I demanded… trying not to sound playful.
“But mom… I ah… “He was stalling.
I grinned. “If you stand I will show you more.” My body was quaking with tremors. I swear if you poked my pussy just then I would have cum on the spot. I could not remember ever feeling so horny… this was getting to be fun, sexy fun. Robert rose slowly facing away from me. “Ah so you want to see more of this movie… don’t you?”
He whispered… “Yes.”
“Then turn around and let me see if you have a hard on.” Robert turned slowly and I saw it… he had a rock solid, raging erection. It was sticking straight out pointing straight at the ceiling… it was magnificent!! I have seen my share of dick, but this one seemed special to me and it was me who gave my own son a boner. Not a woman in a movie… not an actress. His mother!! “Wow!” I said. “Now I guess you want to see the rest of this dance don’t you?”
He sat down… “Please!” was all he said.
I pressed play… I thought I had him… The movie started again. On the TV I pulled off my bra, and danced. Robert was smiling. I was seduced my son with the video. I could see his prick was so hard and a little dark stain was forming on the head. As I sat staring not at the TV but at my son, he was licking his lips. His breathing was very deep. If I was going to make a move; I raised my foot and placed it on the top of his cock. He jumped.
“What are you doing?” he asked
“Just seeing if you’re still hard,” I said.
“I am,” he said with a swallow. I again stopped the tape; he looked at me with confusion. “You get hard looking at my tits?” I asked. “Your mother’s tits?” He did not say anything. He was blushing. “Well!” I stated; not asked.
“Does looking at my tits make you hard?”
“Yes!” he said.
“Can I tell you something?” I asked Robert.
“Anything!” he was looking right into my eyes. If I did not already love this boy I would have fallen at that point.
“I like making you hard. It makes me feel special!” I was looking at him smiling. “You make my pussy very wet, when I look at your hard cock.” I rubbed my middle finger down my cunt to add to the statement. “You want to jerk off don’t you?” I asked. He looked at me, licked his lips and swallowed…
“Yes very much!” I was stunned… all my playing, all my teasing. I got him to the point of confession and I was not sure where I wanted this to go. I mean all those thoughts sort of fade away when confronted with something so taboo. I was staring at him in silence. I looked at the TV and pressed play again. I said without looking at him. “Go ahead!”
“Mom I can’t, it is too weird,” was what he said. I said in my best mom voice, “Honey, you go right ahead and jack off. I will watch the tape and you can satisfy yourself. Then we can talk some more.”
“But you’re my mother, I don’t think this is right,” was his remark.
I was so horny right then. My body was shaking, my breathing was shallow, my hands were numb and, ohhhh, my pussy was on fire. I, at that moment, broke down. I was not thinking straight at all. “I am going to do,” with that said I stood up. Undid my pants and slid them down. Robert was just looking at me. I sat back on the sofa. My legs pointed at him. I spread them and gave my son a great view of my soaking cunt.
“Robert?” he stopped looking and turned away. “Come on baby-doll, you have seen this on the tape, you can watch,” was what I said. I slid my hand down to my trimmed pussy, Oh my god was I wet. My finger moved up and down my crack slowly. “Go ahead honey, Mommy wants to watch you pull on your cock.” Robert rubbed his dick through his pants. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“No, I want to see you do it,” was what he whispered… Now I had him. My hand moved ever so so slowly up and down my pussy. I found my love hole and slid a finger deep in me. He inhaled sharply. I liked him watching, so my finger moved in and out of my cunt. It felt wonderful. I lifted my top with my other hand and began playing with my nipple. Pinching, pulling.
All he did was stare. “Come on baby, let mommy see.” I was almost begging. He undid his pants then raised his ass off the seat and slid them down. His cock was rock solid and pointing at the ceiling. “Holy smokes, Mom I can’t believe you’re doing that,” he said and wrapped his fingers around his dick. I was staring at his cock. He was staring at me as we both rubbed and watched. His cock was so hard and purple. The head was glistening with pre-cum. My pussy started to tighten. I was close. I started to moan. “I am gonna cum honey,” I said. My pussy was now grabbing my finger. I was SO close.
I stopped playing with my tit and moved down to my clit. Just as I touched it, my body exploded. All I could see was stars in front in of my eyes. I was blind. Oh my god was this wonderful. I yelled, “Robert, I am cumming!” My pussy was on fire. “Yes!” “Yes!” I wanted this to last forever.
I was calming down and I looked over at Robert. He sitting there looking at me. His face red, his breathing deep. He had his hand around his cock and he was covered in cum. I missed it. He came and I had missed it. I spoke. “Thank you baby,” He just sat there his cock in his hand with cum all over his fingers. I looked at him and he was looking at me. “Am I bad?” I asked.
He turned and looked at me. “Mom, this is weird. I don’t know what to think,” he said. I stood up. My legs were weak. I had no pants and my top and bra were bunched up over my tits. I reached up and undid my bra letting it fall to the floor and straightening out my top. I walked to the kitchen. I could feel his eyes on my ass. I was falling in love with my son. I grabbed some paper towel and went back in the living room. “We had better clean you up,” I said.
“I’ll do it mom,” he said. I handed him the paper and he started the wipe up his cum… Man there was a lot! Then I noticed… he was still hard. His cock straight and purple. “Robert… “I began “are you ok?”
“Yeah sure, why?” he asked. I blinked and asked him… “Well your dick is still hard. Didn’t you finish?”
Now it was his turn… he laughed, “Oh mom when I am really turned on… one time won’t do!”
My mind burst… My son was multi orgasmic… or maybe just a teenager. I stood watching him clean is cock. It was fantastic. It stood tall and thick. I licked my lips.
“Mom?” Robert asked. “Yes,” I stammered. He looked right into my eyes. I felt him touching my soul. “Did you finish?” he asked. I sat down beside him. Me in just a top; him his pants bunched down around his knees. “We need to….. to talk,” I said. “To answer your question, yes I did cum. It was wonderful… but am I finished? Well that is a different matter.”
He just smiled and put his hand on my leg. We sat in silence and just enjoyed each other in the same room. I looked down at his proud cock again. “Wow that is still hard!” I said. He just wrapped his fingers around it and said… “You did this to me!” I closed my eyes and my insides glowed… my son has just told me… his mother, that I am responsible for his current hard on.
All that time of thinking about his cock… him jerking off… his cum. I never saw beyond this point… I never thought this through. “Do you need to cum again”? I asked him.
“Not yet,” he said. “Let’s just keep talking.” He stood up, took off his pants and asked if I wanted a shower. Here was my 15 year old son standing right in front of his half naked mother with a royal hard-on asking me if I wanted to shower with him. I looked at his cock, then into his eyes… “We need to set some rules… don’t we?” I asked.
“Relax mom… it is just a shower,” he said… he now seemed a lot more in control. I raised my hand… he took it and we walked upstairs together.
When we got in the bathroom, I felt light on my feet… I was dizzy and this was moving in slow motion. Robert bent and turned on the shower… I leaned up against the counter… he turned to me and pulled of his shirt… “Join me when you can,” he said. He stepped in the stall and pulled the door closed. I could see him through the glass washing him self… his dick standing right out in front. What was I doing…? I pulled my shirt off and opened the door. Robert smiled at me and said, “I was afraid you were going to chicken out.”
“Well it is just a shower… right?”
I stepped into the shower. Robert looked at me. I mean all of me. He looked me over head to toe. I stood there watching him watch me; my arms were folded across my belly; my legs tightly together.
He said, “Is this wild or what?” He put his arms up and ran his fingers through his hair under the water, to sort of slick it back; you know. He blew water from his lips and looked at me. “Cold?” he asked. I said “a little”. With that he moved further under the water and beckoned me to step into the water spray.
I took one step into the water; man it was hot. It was like a million fingers touching my body. I had no idea I was so very sensitive right then. “Warm eh?” Robert asked.
“It is nice,” I said. Robert moved closer to me. I stepped to the side. He slid past me; I felt his hard cock against my legs.
He stood behind me. “Let me wash your hair,” he said.
I ran water into my hair and leaned my head back. Robert then put the shampoo on my hair and started to rub it in. It felt so nice.
His fingers were strong and gentle at the same time. He was kneading and pulling my hair. The hot shower was blasting my tits. It was almost stinging. I could feel the water running down my front; past my belly and down my pubic area. This was a moment of pure pleasure. It was not fucking, it was not sucking, but it was the single most erotic moment in my life.
Robert is a little bit shorter then I, so I turned around and let him clean the parts of my hair he otherwise might have missed. As I was facing him, I bent my head down. I could see his cock, long, slender, it was so red and purple. It made me wonder if he had enough skin to contain such an erection. I smiled.
He told me I need to rinse off the shampoo so I turned around and ran my head under the water. I closed my eyes. I jumped. I could feel his hand on my body. He had a bar of soap and was washing me, first my belly, then my breasts; he soaped those very well. He let his hand slide down my body. He had the bar of soap and he was scrubbing into my pubic area. Then the moment of truth happened. His hand slid between my legs. He was washing my pussy. For the first time in 18 years, he was touching my pussy. I should have stopped it, but I said nothing. I opened my legs wider. The bar of soap was making love to me; gliding along my cunt up the crack of my ass. As he pulled forward I could feel his finger touch my ass hole and then slide between the lips of my sex. This was wonderful.
The soap was like a lover to me. Oh, I had no clue what I wanted to happen, but I did know I did want something to.
His hand felt wonderful. I closed my eyes and leaned into him and kissed him full on the mouth. Our tongues played with each other. I had not kissed a man like this in a long time. It was one of those kisses that were almost as good as fucking. His hand was still between my legs, this was fantastic. I took a chance and grabbed his cock. It was rock hard and hot as hell. It was like a fire-poker, it was so hot.
He stopped kissing me. And looked at me. “Mom are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.
It was like a slap in the face. I woke up to what was happening. “Oh Robert…” I said. “I am so sorry…” I ran out of words. I jumped out of the shower and ran down the hall to my room. I shut the door and fell on my bed. I was soaked from the shower but I did not care. I lay on my bed, and started to cry. What a horrible person I am. I tried to fuck my only child. This was not only wrong, but highly illegal.
I heard Robert turn off the shower; He walked down the hall and opened my door.
“Mom?” he said.
“Get out,” I stammered.
“Mom, you’re all wet, your gonna get sick,” he walked toward me. “Here,” he took off the towel he had around his waist and held it out to me. I took it and said “Thanks, now leave me alone.” He stood there stark naked his majestic cock still tall and proud. I looked at it and said, “Go get dressed, and leave me alone.”
He sort of laughed and said, “I think you have seen this before, no point in being shy now.”
It was like I was the child and him the parent. I used the towel to try to cover myself. Robert sat down. “Here let me dry your hair,” he tried to take the towel from me. I held it back.
“Robert, this was a mistake, we never should have…”
He cut me off. “Bullshit! This never would have happened if we did not want to happen!”
I looked at him.
“Mom if you want to stop then we stop but I am not going to pretend we did nothing.”
We sat in silence. I do love this boy! As I sat on the bed barely covered by the towel; I looked to his rock hard cock. Now I know what you’re thinking. Why not just go for it? I thought about all the things I had wanted to do to him and all the things he could do to me.
Robert then broke the silence. “Mom if you want to stop we will, but if you don’t mind. I need to get rid of this,” he said pointing to his penis.
He began rubbing his cock right there on my bed. I just watched, as his hand went up and down that wonderful dick. It was beautiful, thick, with veins galore, and what a large head.
He looked at me. I turned away blushing.
“Don’t Mom!” he said. “I want you to watch,” he picked up his pace.
I let my towel fall from my chest, exposing my tits to his view. His speed picked up.
“I love your tits Mom,” he said. “Play with a nipple for me… Please?” Even if I did not want to, I would have just to please him.
My fingers felt nice on my hard nipples. I pinched then and pulled on them. The whole time watching Robert rub his cock. My will broke. I leaned forward and took his whole cock in my mouth. It was hard and hot. He sucked in his breath and started to fuck my face. I felt like crying, or screaming, but I also felt that this was so right. His cock felt wonderful sliding in and out my mouth.
I wrapped my pointer finger and thumb around the base of his prick and glided up and down his hard-on.
“Oh Mom,” Robert said. “Suck my cock!”
I picked up speed. My hand was pumping him. My mouth was milking him. He reached under me and grabbed my tit. I could feel him pinching my nipple. Rolling it and pulling it. His fingers were so strong.
“I am going to… “He started to say. And right then he shot his load right into my mouth. It was like liquid fire. He painted my mouth with his cum. I was in heaven. I sucked out the last drop, and his dick was getting soft in my hand and mouth. I pulled off him and looked right in the eye.
“Honey, I love you,” I said.
He kissed me… deep… long… and hard. We lay on the bed together. His dick was now soft and small. We held each other and I drifted off to sleep.
We both slept straight through till morning. I awoke before him. I just lay there thinking about the night before. Robert was asleep on his back. The covers almost down to his cock. The cock I not only gave birth to but the cock that has now been in my mouth. I closed my eyes and began to shudder. I began to question myself. What did I do? What happens now? I must be the worst mother alive! I began to cry. I was overwhelmed with guilt.
What is it about, lust? You can tell yourself anything when you’re horny. You believe the worst thing you could do, would be to deny your lust. You satisfy that lust, just as I had with my brother then Bam! You find yourself wondering, ‘what you were thinking?’ What did you do?
I knew I should be there when he woke. I can face him. But, not now. I slowly slid my foot off the bed. First one and then the other. My eyes never leaving him. ‘Please God, Don’t let him wake!’ I thought to myself. I sat up, then stood.
I walked naked to the door and grabbed my house coat. I slipped from the room. Like some kind of bandit. I went to the kitchen, turned on the kettle, and waited for it to boil.
As I sat at the kitchen table, my mind returned to the night before. “What am I gonna say to Robert?” I thought. The images of his rock hard cock flashed in my mind, god his cock, in my hand, in my mouth. “What will he say?” I thought. The image of his hand with the soap gliding along my pussy.
I knew at that point we were never going to do that again. I also knew he needed to get up for school. I did not want to see him just yet so I went ahead and called the school saying he was sick and would not be in.
The kettle was ready so I made myself a cup of instant coffee and walked out to the living room. I felt like I just returned to the scene of a crime. I sat on the sofa and began to sip my coffee. The caffeine seamed to clear my head a bit.
The guilt was passing. I guess you could say that was my baptism by fire.
I faced the guilt and lived. I had fucked my brother and now I had sucked my son.
No lightning from the heavens. I did not all of a sudden fall over dead. Perhaps this was not the end of the world, but the start of a new one where Robert and I could be so much more than mother and son.
The ringing of the phone shocked me back to the here and now. “Hello”, my mind went blank, my mouth was open but nothing came out. No words, no sound.
“Julie, hello, Jude are you there?” There was only one person who called me Jude, Karen. I had completely forgotten I was supposed to model today. Karen my lover, my friend, I could talk to her. I had told her about my brother/lover after she had told me about her mother’s lessons. My brain got in sync with my mouth and I told her everything.
Silence…. “You sucked Roberts cock… you… you bitch!!! Why didn’t you invite me? I’ve been waiting, like forever for him to make a move on me, I’ve wanted to jump his bones so bad, you know, a young well hung stud with no bullshit already in his head. When are you going to fuck him? I want to be there.”
“Karen, slow down, please, I have just gotten my own head around one problem. It’s all happened so fast, I mean the last bit. I just wanted to watch him masturbate, then we got in the shower and he washed my pussy, I…”
“Shut the hell up, I’m on my way over. I want to hear the whole story; every sexy detail…. has Robert gone to school yet? I’ll bring the panties and bra’s they want you to model, we’ll do the shoot there. I’m on my way. Bye.”
Too much too soon, first I was thinking we would never do it, anything, again, then I ring the school, why, now Karen wants to watch Robert and I fuck. And by the sounds of it, wants to fuck Robert as well. What was I getting myself into?
My cunt seemed to know what it wanted, I was getting itchy and wet. I pulled my house coat aside and ran a finger over my clitoris and into my hole. Karen was right; I needed Robert’s cock there, not my finger. I needed fucking. I closed my eyes, remembering Robert’s hand, the bar of soap…
“SHIT… DON’T DO THAT!”
Robert had walked into the living room, stood behind me and rubbed his fingers through my hair. I had been so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I had not heard him come in.
“Morning mom, you are looking nice today. Why did you let me sleep so long?”
He gave me a kiss on my cheek as his hands stroked down my breasts. My housecoat was wide open and I still had my finger in my pussy and my nipples were hard. I looked up at Robert. Dressed for school he looked just like my son should look, but now, now I looked at the man he would be. I covered his hand that was now stroking my stiff nipple with my own. “You can take off your school clothes; in fact, you can take off all your clothes. I’ve rung the school and told them you will not be in today.”
“Your nipples are stiff, does that mean you are feeling horny and want to see me masturbate again or do you just want to see my cock?”
I had thought we could be more than mother and son but it was still a surprise when Robert walked around in front of me, undoing his jeans and letting his cock spring free. I did take note that he didn’t have any of his usual boxers on, in fact, nothing as he stepped between my wide open legs………
I had just closed my fingers around that beautiful cock when the door bell rang, Karen. Her timing was perfect, perfectly wrong. I thought I would have more time to play seeing as I had not been struck by ‘lightning from the heavens’, “Sit!, don’t move!, no, take your pants off first. I have a surprise for you”, for both of us I hoped and went to let Karen in.
I have been called a pixie, and some other things, what I mean is that I’m small. Karen on the other is tall, closer to Robert’s height with all the right bits in all the right places, so it was a surprise to just see her head above all the bags she carried. This also meant she couldn’t see that I only had a robe on, and that it was open. A fact I realized as the breeze caught it. It billowed.
“Hi, I brought all the stuff over, you won’t believe it. You remember J B? He gave me a $500 card for V S and told me he wanted me to buy panties and Bra’s. He asked for the photos to be exclusive for him and we can keep everything after. Whadda think?” as she dumped the lot on the floor. “Wow”.
I had turned to shut the door and the breeze caught my house coat again. “Whoo-Hooo, girl, you are hot. Just let me get naked, we can take the photos later”.
I didn’t say anything, not about my lack of clothes or Robert, who I hoped was still sitting where I told him to, naked. This was going to be fun. I held my tits trying to distract Karen. It worked even though she didn’t need it. She slipped her dress off and was naked. No bra, no panties.
“Come on, I can’t wait”, and grabbed her hand and towed her into the living room and pushed.
“What!” she turned to me. “WHAT!!!!” She saw Robert standing naked in the middle of the room. “Oh fuck”.
“Well you can…… after he’s finished with me”, I winked at Robert as his face lit up. After being so shy about showing me his cock yesterday, today, well it looked like he wanted everybody to see it. He certainly looked like he wanted to use it as well, and not just masturbating.
Robert stood there, proud of his body, his cock. It was primed and ready. “Robert, I… it… you are beautiful….” Karen stuttered as she walked closer, “Can I touch you… your cock”. She was never slow when she wanted something. She looked back to me, “Please”. I was not sure who she was asking but, I said sure as Robert said yes, although very quietly.
Karen fell to her knees in front of Robert’s cock, her hand reaching out slowly, “Oh My God, oh Julie, look at this gorgeous hunk of man, his cock is…it’s, perfectly shaped. It’s, it’s ready for you, can I watch, oh please Robert, can I hold it in place for your Mother, guide it into her pussy. Oh Julie, can I suck it, just a little?”, as she smeared a little pre-cum over the head.
I don’t think Karen can suck cock ‘just a little’ so I said she could give it a kiss, nothing more until later. Too late, his cock disappeared into her mouth. Robert looked the same as when I sucked his cock. He really must have a thing about mature women and face fucking.
I walked over and stood beside him. I did love him, as a son, as a lover and now I wanted that cock in my cunt. I smiled as I remembered he did not lose that erection after just one time, Karen was going to be pleased, which reminded me, “Hey, just a kiss”. Karen was sucking his cock like it was a straw leading to the only water in a desert.
She stopped and moved back, smiled and told me to get ready, “On your bed, you can’t do this properly the first time on the floor. Hurry up, I’ll bring the Stud”. Karen was right, I wanted this to be special for Robert but I didn’t trust her one little bit so I took both their hands, “Come on”.
I didn’t want to break the mood so I didn’t ask Robert if this was what he wanted or not. I need not have worried; Robert put his arm around me and latched on to a nipple then asked me, “Are you sure Mom?” The look in his eyes nearly made me start to cry. So much love, with a lot of lust. Karen’s sucking could do that. I knew.
Robert helped Karen to her feet and I lead the way to heaven.
“Normally I would have a bit of foreplay but I think your Mother’s ready right now”, Karen said to Robert, whipping a finger through my lips. “I’d say she is ready to cream as soon as you touch her with your cock, lie down and let me do all the work. You get on top”, looking at me.
Robert laid full length on my bed. How many times had I wanted this, imagined this. Karen knelt beside him and held his cock straight as I lifted myself into position. I looked into his eyes, locked them in place as she gently wiped his cock between my lips, rolling it around my clit and then back to my entrance.
Now, it was just a whispered command but we all held our breath as I lowered my body, all the way. It was like I was a virgin again and this was my first time. The pleasure shot from my womb, his head was there, I mean in there, it flowed up my body and seemed to flow out my nipples that Karen was holding so gently.
Nothing could beat this I thought until Robert’s cock twitched, that’s all it took and I started the most intensive orgasm of my life. I rocked back and forth; I didn’t want to lose any of his cock, ever. My clit felt like it was on fire; Robert was stroking the fire, not trying to put it out by moving his muscles, making his cock jump inside me. This time I had died but I had died and gone to heaven.
Karen nibbled on my nipples, “Aren’t you going to move? you know, make love to your son. I mean you want to fuck him don’t you”.
I took a deep breath, it was hard to think of anything with my son’s cock doing these wonderful things to me, “Karen, I… Robert is making love to me, no we are not fucking but he is making love to me. You’ll just have to wait your turn to find out. If I ever get off”.
I leaned forward to kiss Robert, in doing so I pulled the muscles tight in my belly, great training dancing, my lips had just touched his as I felt him cum. He did not need to pump me, he just came, boy, did he cum. I WAS a virgin, never before had I felt a man cum in my womb. It kept on cumming, just pumping into me. I was full and I wanted this again, and again………
Robert enclosed me in his arms, no longer a problem with a difference in our height. Perfectly good as a matter of fact, as I whispered in his ear, “I love you”. Then the tears started, I couldn’t stop crying I was so happy.
Karen lay down beside us, hugging us. “That has to be the most beautiful sight I have ever seen”. I looked at her, she was crying as well. We just lay there, the morning sun showing the highlights in her hair, the shine in Robert’s eyes, basking us with heat, made this the best morning of my life.
I looked again at Robert, he just smiled, then back at Karen and realized just how much I loved her. I had to do this, I didn’t want to move, I really didn’t want lose this feeling but I had to and I had to do it now, “Are you ready Karen”.
I think there was surprise in her eyes as she looked at me. “Now, you mean it, I…”
I lifted my body slowly, trying to keep Robert’s cum trapped inside me, like I needed it and rolled off. There was one thing more to do, have to do. I held Robert’s cock proudly. “Come on Karen, he’s hard and ready for you”.
Karen was like a big cat sneaking up on prey. Her breasts rubbed his cock as she lifted herself into position. It was like one of my more erotic dances, but without the stop at a certain point. She could go all the way. As I held his cock between her legs I confirmed it. I was not going to stop with just today, Robert was going to sleep???? In my bed from now on.
Suddenly my hand was trapped between a cock and a pussy. I had drifted off but did not move my hand. This was my lover’s cock and this was my lover’s cunt, I was back in heaven.
Karen looked like she was going from heaven to hell, her face lit up on the down strokes and screwed up lifting and, she was getting vocal. “OH GOD, he’s in my womb, your sons cock is so long, so big. Fuck me Robert, push it back in, get it in deeper, oh fuck I’m cumming”.
I thought about playing with her clit when IT happened. “I’m cummmmming….Yes Fuck me. Ahhhh, keep going Robert, cum with me”.
This time I had no chance to move my hand, Robert bucked up, his ass cleared the bed as he plunged into Karen.
I knew he got into my womb, I wondered where was he putting his cock as it disappeared between her legs. Karen’s long drawn out cry told me it was somewhere good. It must have good for Robert as well; he stayed arched, still buried.
I was getting worried until Robert relaxed and sunk back onto the bed. Karen just collapsed into his arms. I copied Karen’s move and lay beside them, just hugging silently.
Karen turned to me and smiled, “You’ll have to take the photos yourself, I can’t move!”
Robert gave a chuckle from beneath her, “I think you had better, move that is, I need to go to the bathroom. Alone”. He finished looking at me.
At the afternoon photo shoot, Robert sat bare assed naked as we started to get the pantie shoot going, J B had paid for these and I was not going to leave him wanting, in fact I wanted to give him more. $500, a fortune to spend on women’s panties and bra, I was going to blow his mind. Karen fussed around with the shot and then surprised me by asking Robert what he thought, “you being a man, what you would like to see?’.
He got up and looked through the eye piece, Looked at me, “Um, what if, I mean, can you be in the picture as well”, he asked Karen. I would like to see another set of legs, I, Um thought, well, if you had your legs between Moms’s”.
Karen looked at me, the camera and jumped into place, “Take a picture, quick”.
I watched as Karen and Robert worked the camera, Karen jumping in and out of the shot as Robert clicked away, “Hey, Look at this, wadda think?”
I slid up, the panties were silk and I loved they way they clung to my pussy, walking to the camera I was so turned on, I wanted my son’s cock again, OH how I wanted that smooth cock in my pussy. My mouth opened, my jaw dropped as I looked at the pictures. Sex, pure and simple sex. Sex with a capital S. Erotica gone overboard.
Robert had a… a way with the camera, It put me… damn I was sexy. J B was going to get his money’s worth. “What else do you like? how do you want us?”.
He took over; a young, horny male was going to set us up. I loved it. “If Karen put her leg around your thigh, could you……….”
I didn’t need to second guess him, nor did Karen, we got into position, “A little higher Mom, can you touch Karen on her…?”
I didn’t need instruction at this point and tickled Karen’s pussy lips. “Oh yeah, that’s it, put your finger in…, her…. um…”
“Robert, we are doing this for Money, for fuck’s sake, tell me what you want me and Karen to do”.
“Sorry, I….”
“You have had your cock in both of us, you have fucked us, just tell us what you want to do”. I was getting frustrated, I needed his cock and I wanted Karen, badly.
Robert was silent as Karen and I did our thing. We were both horny. “
“Lick your finger and put it in her cunt Karen. This from my son, I was shocked then pleased as her finger made me forget.”Finger fuck her cunt, deeper”. Robert was getting into it.
“Now, one leg up her Mom, slide it around her thigh, up and down, like you were fucking her. Karen, grab a nipple and pull, Yeah, that’s it, pull it tight. We were lost in our pleasure as Robert gave us more instructions.
“Lift your leg Karen, rub your cunt on Mom’s leg, fuck her, it’s a big hard cock, fuck her.
Silence……..nobody spoke. Karen looked at me; I looked at Robert, what the hell had just happened.
I had pussy juice running down my leg, Robert had cum and his man juice was all over the floor, I didn’t see him wank. Karen had collapsed at my feet.
“OH FUCK, that was intense, I mean, god damn Julie, didn’t you come.”
I had, I was still shaking, my knees weak, ‘shit’. What had my son started?
Karen got up slowly and walked over to the camera. She pressed a button……..
“OH FUCK, Oh my god, Julie, come here, Take a look at this, oh fuck… you won’t fucking believe what Robert has done, Oh my god…….., it’s……. fucking unbelievable”.
Karen scanned through the photos Robert had taken, she was right. Unfucking believable. He had captured us at a high, sexy moment. Touching and living through a climax. It was beautiful and sexy, not porn, something else, something great. I had visions of JB having a heart attack.
Karen wrapped me in a big hug, Robert looked forlorn, “Is it ok, I mean… I’m sorry I said……”
He didn’t have a chance to finish as Karen and I smothered him. “OH you big hunk, It was perfect, beautiful, out of this world, what else do you want to do, what else would you like to ‘direct us in’, I mean…. fuck Robert, we want you”. I kissed him as Karen pulled his cock.
“Listen, Karen and I had something special, real good and now you are part of the club. What you asked us to do, what you told us to do and what we did this morning, well, I hope Karen agrees with me. YOU are now a part of that. I want to fuck you, I hope you want to fuck, make love to me again and I think Karen is the same. Speaking for myself…. I want your cock again, long, hard and deep.
“Fuck all the bullshit, fuck me you horny shit. I want your cock in my cunt”.
Karen always did have a way with words, I watched as different emotions crossed Robert’s mind. I could see he was hooked, full line and sinker. He was ours.
Karen surprised me, “We have a shit load of sexy panties and bra to go, let’s take some more shots. Robert can direct. I like the way his mind works.
Robert, my son, my lover and now Karen’s lover, what could be better. I pulled my panties off and looked for something new………… something for Robert.
I no longer wanted to watch him wanking his beautiful cock; I wanted to feel him inside me. If I was going to watch him at all, I was going to watch him fucking Karen, we were a ménage a’ trois. Now and forever.
For a pin-up of Julie, email me! 8==3~”