Saturday morning, I arrived home from yoga and checked in on him. He was just stirring, trying to wake up when he saw me watching him.
Reaching out with his arms with a head full of sleep, he cried enthusiastically, “Mommy, come to bed!”
“I can’t, honey, I’m all sweaty,” I protested, giggling.
“I don’t care,” he proclaimed, “come,” throwing open his bed covers to invite me in.
I relented with a smile and walked towards him when I noticed his large morning wood protruding from his pajamas. I climbed in beside him and 'accidentally' brushed my hand across his erection. Obviously, stiff morning erections were normal for boys his age and I always thought he looked quite adorable when he sported one.
Tossing the covers over us, he kissed my forehead, then nose, and finally lips, holding me for a few seconds.
Releasing my lips, he gazed into my eyes with this needy look and, call it a mother’s intuition, but I slowly and firmly ran my fingers around the outline of his cock that was pressing against his pajamas, aching to get out.
He nuzzled into my neck and draped his leg over mine, grinding his crotch lightly against me.
‘Such a cute, horny boy,’ I thought to myself.
I rubbed his back as he reached up towards my mouth and began to passionately make out with me, our lips moving quickly and purposefully as my arms explored his back.
“Mmmmm,” I quietly moaned while our lips locked and smacked against each other.
I could feel his erection throbbing against my leg and my pussy began to ache with anticipation. He reached for my athletic bra and pulled at it, signaling he wanted it off. Obliging I pulled it off of me and dropped it on the floor as my large, round, DDD breasts fell out of it and bounced in front of him.
He didn’t waste any time as he widened his mouth around my puffy nipple and latched himself to it. He suckled greedily and gulped as much of my large, round breast down as he could. I closed my eyes and felt him suckle, scratching his head lightly while he got his morning breakfast.
His hand reached for my free breast and groped it slowly. As my nipple plunged deeper into his hungry mouth, I whined lightly to express my approval.
“Feed, baby,” I encouraged, “my breasts belong to you.”
“Mmmm,” he groaned softly, “Your breasts are so amazing, mom.”
Using my hand closest to him, I searched for his penis under the covers and tugged his pajamas off of his waist, freeing his hard, aching cock. I wrapped my hand around him and lightly circled my thumb over his bulging head, feeling his warm, pulsing rod twitch in my palm.
“God, baby, you must be so turned on right now, your cock’s so hard,” I said with a tinge of arousal in my voice.
Truthfully, between holding his large, swollen cock in my hand and having my nipples vigorously licked and sucked, I was horny and ready for a good fucking.
“Mmmm, I’m always turned on with you, mommy,” he replied comfortingly, smacking his wet lips on my breast.
My heart fluttered and a smile broke across my face.
He released my breast from the clutches of his greedy hand and reached between my legs, rubbing my pussy over my yoga pants. I spread my legs to give him easier access and he pressed firmer, rubbing in full circles over me.
I breathed in sharply as I felt his firm pressure over me.
Getting up onto his knees, the bed cover and sheet fell off us, exposing his hard, pink penis bobbing away. He grabbed the tops of my yoga pants and pulled them off my wide hips straight down to my ankles, as I lifted up my butt for him.
He fell back down to my breast and continued his feeding while his fingers explored my bald, aching vagina. He began probing me with one finger that quickly turned to two as my arousal increased and wetness became much more noticeable.
“Uhhh,” I sighed, running my hand over his as he fingered me, “uhh, that’s so good.”
I used my free hand to tease his cock, running my fingers up his length and lightly tugging on his foreskin. Twisting around it, I pulled his foreskin up over his pink head and back down multiple times.
“Mmmmm,” he moaned, “sit on it, mommy, and fuck me.”
“Yes, sweetheart,” I obliged, kissing his forehead.
I sat up and swiveled to the side of the bed, pulling my yoga pants off my legs. He pulled off his pajama pants and tossed them to the floor along with half of his bed coverings. I climbed back onto the bed and crouched over his lap, my back facing him. Grabbing the base of his hard cock, I positioned his quivering head at the entrance to my bald, swollen pussy and slowly lowered myself onto him.
I felt him enter me and the girth of his penis stretched my vagina until I was tightly wrapped around him and his entire length was inside me. It felt so amazing and my breath trembled as he penetrated me.
Between his legs, I began rocking back and forth over him, slowly at first, but quickly picked up the pace as my swollen, motherly pussy was wet enough for me to slide effortlessly on his manhood.
“Uh, fuck, mommy!” he whined from behind me, his legs dangling over my soft thighs with my back to him.
No doubt he liked the view of his mommy’s large, fat butt bouncing off his crotch. His needy cries of pleasure gave him away. It was difficult, though, to tell if these were the cries of a young, teen boy helplessly lying there as his salacious, sexual mother carefully led him to another powerful orgasm, or a young man watching his woman satisfy herself on his thick cock. I loved both scenarios, but as much as I adored pleasuring my son and showing him how a girl should be treating him, I loved the idea of being his woman more. I wanted it. It felt so fulfilling to pleasure him and the way he looked at me afterward made my heart flutter.
The wet, squishy sound of my vagina massaging his thick cock was drowned out by my less-than-motherly moans.
“Uh, daddy. Ohh, yes,” I cooed and moaned like a college slut.
I lifted my ass up and down over him multiple times, letting him see his large, lubricated cock slide in and out of his mother’s pussy. I felt his hand grab a handful of my butt cheek as he groped and felt me.
Leaning forward, I grabbed his ankles and shook my ass quickly over his cock, my butt cheeks rippling and clapping together. He reached out with both hands and viciously manhandled my cheeks, squeezing them and bouncing them as my pussy rocked over his cock.
“Uhh, mom, god, you’re so hot!” he cried.
I was hot. I was a hot milf fucking her hung teenage son in the dirtiest, nastiest ways because he deserved it and I loved him.
I sat up and sunk my butt down against his lap, squishing my cheeks against him as I wiggled them.
“You like fucking your own mom, don’t you, you nasty boy,” I asked him rhetorically, peering over my shoulder.
“So much, mom” he replied, rocking his hips aggressively under me, “you’re so hot”.
“Ooooo, daddy,” I let out, surprised at my son’s vigor.
I matched his energy by bouncing harder and faster on him, the sounds of his squeaking bed overwhelmed the wet squelches of my swollen, engorged pussy as I rode his plump teenage cock, fluids trickling down his shaft and over his tight, shaved balls.
‘Uhhh, mom, fuck,” he moaned, holding on to the headboard behind him.
I rubbed my clitoris as I circled quickly over him. Feeling his girth fill me completely, I rubbed myself faster and faster, moaning my approval of our incestuous relationship.
I was enraptured by the pleasure his size gave me and was moments away from orgasming all over his manhood; my ass rising and falling down his endlessly long cock. I gave a short cry out as my legs and pussy began spasming. I tried to steady myself by grabbing his thighs, but I was quivering too much.
A feeling of warmth flooded my body and I felt an immense pressure on my pussy release as I came all over him. The feeling subsided and I continued working myself over my stallion. He grabbed my ass and squeezed with approval. I looked over my shoulder at him lying there and smiled.
He lifted his upper body up and gently leaned me forward as he got on his knees behind me and wrapped one arm around my large, full breasts and the other around my slim waist. Pushing his hips into my butt, he began thrusting harder and faster, breathing his warm and heavy breath against my neck.
I closed my eyes and felt this thick penis penetrate me repeatedly. His ragged breathing was briefly interrupted by him saying “mine” in a gruff, commanding voice. I wanted to reply with “yours”, confirming that I was his slut and my pussy, body, and sex belonged to him, but my words got caught in my throat as I tried to speak. All I could do was whine with need as I went weak and submitted to his control.
He slowed his thrusts down and firmly ground himself against my meaty cheeks, softly kissing my neck and squeezing one of my breasts.
“Are you ready to finish me off, mommy?” he whispered in my ear.
“Uh huh,” I replied seductively, trying to catch my breath.
“On your knees for me, baby girl” he instructed.
Like a good girl, I climbed off the bed and kneeled in front of him, looking up at him while he turned to face me. His cock hovered near my face, throbbing and dripping with my vaginal fluids. I kept my eyes locked on his and dragged my tongue slowly along the underside of his shaft; lapping up the mess I made on him.
Getting to the end of his shaft, I gently made out with his swollen pink head and kissed the tip.
“Daddy’s big cock,” I said in a slight girly voice, lusting at his manhood protruding enthusiastically towards me.
“You like it, don’t you, mommy?” he asked, running his fingers through my hair.
And I did. He felt much better inside me than my ex. I felt fuller and more satisfied.
“Uh huh,” I replied, sealing my lips to his head and grabbing his tight butt-cheeks; pulling him farther into me as I pushed his foreskin back with my lips.
He whined gently as my lips inched their way down his penis. I cupped his testicles with one hand and bobbed my head slowly, sucking and slurping on my slippery vaginal fluids coating his cock. It was such a motherly blowjob; soft, nurturing, soothing.
He whined and moaned as I made love to his manhood; his hands running through my dark hair. I pulled him out of my mouth and smacked my lips on his head. Grabbing his penis, I stroked him slowly and completely; pulling his foreskin all the way over his head and back down, prompting a low moan from him and a sly smile across my face.
Drooling a fresh coat of saliva all over his cock, I placed him back in my mouth. I sucked his fat head and slid down his shaft with my hand twisting and stroking him. I looked up at him and moaned while I passionately milked his penis. I wanted it. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted a fresh batch of his gooey semen to swallow.
I pleaded submissively with my eyes for his cum as I moaned, and sucked, and twisted his penis, hastening his impending ejaculation, while he moaned and cried for mommy; his hand resting on my head and his hips gently thrusting.
Just then, I felt a burst of sticky cum hit the back of my throat. And then another. Then several more after that and my tongue was painted white with my son’s semen. I held him in my mouth and looked up at him, waiting for him to settle down before I gently sucked him and pumped the residual drops of cum from his tired penis before he slid slowly out of my mouth, getting one final kiss from mommy on his way out.
I looked up at him and stuck out my tongue to show him the mess he made in my mouth before I gulped it all down and smiled up at him.
“Such a good mommy slut,” he said to me, scratching my head affectionately.
I giggled and said “Thank you” as he helped me up and I kissed him slowly on the lips.
I was a good mommy slut, though. I dressed more provocatively than I had in years; wearing tight dresses and skirts over my thongs, and wedge heels. I’d often get stares from guys when I was out, but the only guy I wanted was my son. He treated me so well; he cuddled me, made me feel protected, and made me feel wanted. He felt more like a boyfriend than anything else and the very least I could do was give him all the sex his horny teenage cock could handle and act like his girlfriend. It didn’t take much of a leap to go from being his mommy to his girlfriend. It honestly felt pretty natural because I felt like part of being a guy’s girlfriend is being his mommy in a way and I loved being both.
“Okay, sweetheart, now I’m extra sweaty,” I said smiling at him, “I have to take a shower. Do you want to come with me and I’ll clean up your sticky penis?”
“Sure,” he replied, “Then I’ll get breakfast.”
“Okay,” I said, “let’s go get washed up.”
Sleeping in, morning sex, a shower, then food. Sounds like every teenage boy’s dream start to the weekend. And as his mother, I was happy to give them all to him.
Just as both of us wanted, sex became a frequent part of our burgeoning relationship with us going at each other at least several times a week. It was always passionate and messy and finished with lots of his semen in either my pussy or mouth. And the more times we had sex, the better and more dominant he got. He began pinning me down, grabbing me, and moving me how he pleased; using me to relieve his young, sexual urges and I was always eager to oblige. I loved feeling controlled by him and moaning ‘daddy’ to show my acceptance of his dominance over me. He was daddy, and I was his obedient, submissive mommy; his devoted little slut who nurtured him emotionally with my unfailing love and pleasured him sexually with my mouth and pussy. I was in love with him and he was in love with me. It was a perfect relationship.
