In the kitchen.

Monday morning and, as usual, I'm the first person to get up. Downstairs, I make a cup of coffee and sit at the kitchen table thinking about yesterday’s session with my sixteen-year-old son — and forming a plan to fuck him in here.
Before we’d first fucked, I’d become used to Sam flirting with me around the house and the kitchen seemed to be one of his special places. If I was at the sink washing dishes, he’d press against me and that excited me greatly. But I never responded that much, although I did once push back and felt his hardness.

This morning in the kitchen, after all, that we’d done during the previous two days, was going to be very different. As I had my exciting, naughty thoughts — getting rather more than moist — I heard movement upstairs, Sam going to the bathroom.
Minutes later, he was smiling at me as he stood in the doorway. No wonder he was grinning: wearing only his boxers, he was sporting an extremely large erection.

I got up from the table and leaned back against the worktop near the sink. Net curtains at the kitchen window provided privacy and, as Sam walked into the room, I was about to speak but he gave me a hug, then kissed me. It took me completely by surprise, not so much because he kissed me but by his eagerness, his passion, and the fact that he rammed his tongue into my mouth.

As we kissed, I felt him seeking and then probing my pussy with his fingers. My knees quickly turned to jelly and, knowing what was stirring between his thighs once more, I put my arms around him. While he continued sliding his tongue into my mouth and fingers in my pussy, I seemed to have no will of my own. I was so obedient and compliant.

He massaged my bum cheeks before pulling at my robe and delving inside to fondle and knead my huge breasts. My nipples were hard as he slipped the robe from my shoulders and let it slide to the floor. Naked in front of my horny son, I couldn’t offer any resistance. He could do what he wanted. My head throbbed with passion, my clit pulsed with lust, and my pussy dripped in readiness.

Sam dropped his boxer shorts and we stood face to face, naked. "Mummy, sit on the table for me. I want to have you on it."
"Oh my… that is so naughty, baby,” I said, perching on the table edge and opening my thighs. Sam eased me back onto the table, lifted my legs and spread them to fully expose my crotch. He didn’t waste any time. Bending, he licked my clit and stuck fingers into my mature shaved, wet pussy.

His tongue and fingers drove me to sensational heights that I’d never experienced before. ‘Oh my, where did he learn to do this?’
I caressed his head gently as he worked his raspy, fat, young pink tongue in concert with his nibbling lips. My taste and smell and flaps of female flesh were a feast for my son. He was a teenage motherfucker — and he was mine.

He stood and took half-a-pace forward, touching my labia with his hard rampant long cock. I urged him to put it in me, using language that I’d reserved for my fantasies. "Fuck me,” I demanded. "Screw me. I want you to make me cum like crazy.” I licked my lips. “Cream in me, baby. I want your cum in me so bad.”

Sam grinned and simply continued to tease me, rubbing the head of his swollen cock up and down my red-hot pussy. I lifted my bum off the table, seeking to have him in my burning pit. Eventually, my son gave me what I was begging for, sliding his stiff rod into my cunt. I groaned and panted and a feverish trembling rattled my body. I wanted him to fuck me hard, pound me, give me all his great length, then squirt his baby-making juice deep inside me.

These past two days, Sam had shown great stamina and delayed unloading into me. But, this morning he seemed to be very, very randy and was soon using fast strokes. I guessed his climax was quickly building and I rocked and rolled my hips to match his pumping rhythm. Thrusting back at him, his balls beat against my buttocks, the regular slap, slap exciting me all the more.

Then he was finally climaxing inside me and gasping, “Oh, Mum… Oh, ah, Mum… I love you. Come with me… come with meee…”
My orgasm burst over me like an explosion. I lunged upward, grasped his young bottom and pulled him closer so that we were locked together while my body responded to his wonderful cock. “I'm cuming with you,” I screamed as my eyes clouded in a pink blurry haze of a semi-comatose state.

"Oh that was so good, mummy,” he whispered in my ear. “I never wanked last night… I waited to have you. That’s probably why I came so quickly."
"That's okay, son. Mummy likes naughty quickies also." I grinned at him but needed to get off the table. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to fuck. ”Do you want a coffee?"

“Yes, thanks, I’d love one."

While Sam put on his boxer shorts, I wrapped myself in my robe and made our coffee. We sat at the table — I noticed a damp patch — and we drank and chatted before Sam said, “Mummy, I want you again. But I want to try it a new way."

'Oh my god. I thought he was sated — but no. What new way does he want now?’
I was still weak from my explosive orgasm but Sam was apparently ready to go again. Already! He stood from his chair and removed his shorts again. Goodness, his cock was sticking proudly up, magnificently erect.
“Oh,” I muttered, staring at his pleasure tool. “Your cock looks like it’s ready again, baby.”

"Yes, it is, mom. Please, put the cups in the sink and come back here."
I did as requested and Sam gently turned me around. I steadied myself, hands on the table, while randy Sam lifted up my robe and placed his hard cock against my opening and drove it back inside. I came abruptly — almost on penetration — then a second time in what seemed just moments as Sam’s smooth thick cock moved powerfully up and down my channel. He took me hard and I had no control over my physical reactions anymore. I was completely under his spell. But he hadn't yet cum.

I went to look over my shoulder at him but he commanded me to stay still. “Don’t move, don’t look back,” he said and withdrew. I heard him take a couple of steps, open the fridge door, and then he was behind me once more. I had no idea what was going to happen until I felt a cold slippery sensation at my asshole. The crack of my butt was being lubricated and I had no doubt what he intended next. I’d never allowed that, not even with my long-gone ex-husband. No matter how much wine I’d consumed, I wasn’t into anal.

"No, no,” I said automatically as Sam worked the ice cube into that most private and sensitive of places. But I sounded half-hearted and guessed he wouldn't stop. My ex had poked a finger in there and, truthfully, it had aroused me. Now, I thought, having a cock might be good if done gently. My son had already lubricated his cock with my pussy juices and I felt him nudging at my back hole. Amazingly, the head slid in without too much discomfort. As he pushed more and more into me, though, it was uncomfortable and I thought about stopping him. But all I did was grunt.

He proceeded to fuck in and out very cautiously and my anus adjusted to his bulky intrusion. From the starting delicate strokes, he picked up the pace and I opened up, allowing a swifter stuffing of my bottom.
I’d opened myself to the inevitable, accepting the total submission that this taboo act symbolized. He pounded into me and I knew he would cum in my rectum. I'd never been so totally turned on. It was crazy!

I shoved my ass back at him when I felt him pulse and throb with his orgasm, and that made me cum, too. It was a weird climax with both my clit and ass zinging at the same time. I crumpled forward on the table, totally exhausted and completely satisfied by my lover, my son.

It took a few minutes but I eventually regained some composure — and thoughts of daily requirements. "I need to have a shower and go shopping,” I said, easing off the table. I turned to look at Sam and glanced down at his fat, dangling cock. My heart missed a beat. “Of course,” I said, “if you want, we can carry on later after I’ve been shopping.”

"Oh yes, mummy,” he said. “I’ll clean up a bit and tidy my bedroom. Maybe you can come to my room when you get back."

“Yes, Mummy would like that." I kissed him on a cheek.

About two hours later, I carried the shopping to our door feeling excited about all my naughty secrets. I entered the house, expecting Sam to be waiting to surprise me. I walked into the kitchen where we’d fucked earlier but he wasn’t there. I unloaded some of the shopping bags and headed upstairs to my bedroom to sort through clothes that I’d also bought.

When I went to my son's room, he was naked on his bed, arms and legs spread wide. His dick was limp and I traced a finger down the lengthy shaft. I got excited feeling it stiffen. Up and down, up and down… lightly touching his soft skin, the shaft hardened and expanded. It was a fascinating, erotic process.

I teased the head of his cock, licking my finger and swirling it around, enjoying the changes to my son's cock once again, watching it grow to full size. Like this morning, when Sam could do anything at all to me in the kitchen, I now felt I could do whatever I wanted. So I sucked his cock, bobbing up and down, sometimes just teasing him with my tongue, then sucking and slurping.

Feeling him swelling in my mouth was thrilling and my pussy came alive, my nipples hardened, and butterflies fluttered in my belly. Below me, Sam groaned as I worked on his cock. His heavy breathing and moans told me that he was aroused and I sucked his fat dome while holding the thick shaft and pumping him hard, determined to make him cum.

I used my free hand to grope between my legs, feeling the moisture despite wearing jeans. I finally had to strip out of my jeans and soaking panties and climbed onto the bed. I straddled Sam. His hard cock was flat against his stomach and I slid my pussy along it, coating him with my juices. I managed to get into a position where my clit pressed on his length while I rocked back and forth sending shudders through my body. The teasing didn't last long. I wanted more so I took hold of his cock and guided it toward my entrance.

I ground down hard, moving my hips in circles while fingering my clit in search of orgasm. Furiously riding his young, hard cock I thought my insides would turn inside out when the force of my orgasm hit. I clenched his rigid rod buried in my depths and allowed myself a moment before dismounting. But I wasn’t finished. I leaned over and sucked him into my mouth again, swirling my tongue lovingly around it, tasting myself on his thick meat. I hummed along his shaft and he thrust his hips with an urgency that I could understand.

When he came, shooting streams of hot sticky cum into my mouth, like the good mum that I am, I swallowed his entire load.. then, damn, the phone rang! How fucking romantic. I had to answer it but I knew that Sam would be fucking me again later. I knew it because I wanted him. But I also had questions to ask — especially about anal sex, ice cubes, fucking doggy, oral, stuff like that. I wanted to know where all his knowledge and ability had come from, plus his interest in doing these things. After all, he was only sixteen.

His answers, I thought, were going to be very interesting.

To be continued