Slowly and hazily I roused from mysleep, a pleasant warm contentment washed over me. Not wanting to spoil this soft glowing feeling I kept my eyes shut and lounged languidly as I lay in bed trying to recall what I had just been dreaming. While engaging this reverie, I noticed a strange sensation in my mouth, as if it were full, but not unpleasantly so, with something soft and spongy. It was then that I recalled parts of my dream. I had been eating, or maybe suckling, a lollipop? This might explain the warm contentment that had been spreading from my middle and the odd feeling in my mouth.

Mmm... I moaned reliving the dream, this caused a startling occurrence, apparently there was something in my mouth, I moaned which had caused it to twitch and it seemed to be growing. I opened my eyes in surprise and found myself staring into a nest of dark hair. Mmm... mmm... mmm, I moaned again, realizing I must have my husbands cock in my mouth. He must have come home after I was sound asleep and found me receptive.

I really couldn't think of the last time I had sucked my husbands cock, but something about his cock made me just want to devour it.. I decided I'd give him a treat and finish what he had started. So softly and gently I began to suck on his ballooning member. I rolled my tongue around the outside of it as it extended into my mouth, trying to keep my lips pressed into his groin. Finally, his crown reached the back of my throat and I pulled back slightly and rolled my head forward again, in short relaxed strokes, rocking against his thigh which turned out to be my pillow. At last, he moaned in response and, though still sleeping, I thought, his body began to involuntarily buck into my face, making my blowjob much easier.

By now he was fully hard, his breathing had gotten quicker and deeper, and I was really getting into the whole situation, much to my own surprise as I don't normally care to give head let alone thinking about swallowing his cum. I realized he must be awake as I felt his hand on the back of my head and heard a moaning grunt issue from his lips. His reaction encouraged me to and I began to apply suction closing my lips tight around his veiny shaft, mmfph-mpfh sounds coming from me each time he thrust into my mouth. He began pulsing in my mouth and I knew he was about to shoot. I started to pull my head away, I never having liked taking his cum in my mouth, let alone swallowing since we were married. When his hand pushed my head back forcefully and his next words stunned me straight to my core!

"Ohhh Yeah Mom!" he moaned.

My eyes shot upwards and my head froze in place. Above me was the face of my 21 year old son, his hand on the back of my head and his hips thrusting into my face. He grunted out a few last short, shuddering strokes and I felt his penis unleash onto my tongue! I was so unnerved, I didn't even gag as string after string of cum coated my mouth, as it filled to bursting I involuntarily swallowed and continued to swallow as he held my head against his crotch and unloaded the last of his seed down my throat.

His hand relaxed, breaking me from my reverie. I pulled back, a trickle of cum leaking from the left side of my mouth as I released his wilting member, gasping for breath and sitting up abruptly.

I shouted, trying to wrench the sheet that was tangled beneath his prone form up to cover my own nudity. That's when I realized I couldn't move my hands, I was handcuffed to the bed.

I was flabbergasted, and he seemed to think that this was ok! I screamed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing in here?"

My son didn't even bother to answer me, but it slightly got his attention. As he leaned up on his elbows and looked at me with concern and maybe, finally, a hint of shame.

Omg, how wrong was I. His cock was huge and rock hard, and I could tell he wanted more, but the problem wasn't him anymore. It was the fact I knew looking at that cock I wanted more, knowing I had swallowed his tasty cum was making me ever so wet..

I smiled to myself at my son's boldness. I realized that his fingers were touching the top swell of my breast I could hear his heart begin to beat rapidly in his chest. I felt his fingers, but l let them stay where they were, as I didn't want this moment to end. Then my son moved so he could take my nipples into his mouth and I just knew right then I was his. My son tweaked my nipples and bent down to take each in turn into his mouth. He was a little fired up and eager and I slowed him down with advice on how to suck, tease and bite my nipples. I was enjoying the attention my breasts were getting, but it had been too long without a man. I wanted something else.

I think in the end he actually sensed it and started opening my legs before him, the pink glistening folds inside my vagina, the darker labia framing them quite nicely.

My son leant forward and delicately touched my inner lips and the entrance to me with the tip of his tongue. It was like an electric shock, I moaned slightly and whispered,

"Oh yes baby, it's yours, it belongs to you now. Kiss me there sweetheart."

My son licked my pussy like a cat lapping up milk, he was too fast and a little too frantic. I understood he was desperate to please me and I continued my coaching. As he went at my clitoris like a bull in a china shop, I instructed him.

"Easy on me there, babe," I said. "My clitoris is very sensitive, don't put direct pressure on it unless it is very gentle."

I taught him how to lick me all around the little bud, it was sensitive enough to respond to indirect stimulus, and only to lick my clitoris with light touches from the tip of his tongue. He sucked my labia into his mouth and probed me with his tongue. He was the most willing student, and before long, although I would have many more, the most wonderful first ever orgasm given to me by my own son happened.

I screamed his name aloud as the climax ripped through me. I shuddered as he slowly decreased the pressure his tongue was exerting and he slowly brought me back down.

He climbed onto his knees, and then moved between mine. I opened my legs for him and pulled my knees up into the classic position. He shuffled forward and lay on top of me, bearing his weight on his arms. Wild passionate sex, in different positions would come later. This time, for the first time, we lay in the classic missionary position and I felt the large helmet of his penis touch my vagina.

As when you lose your virginity it only lasts a few seconds and a few inches before it is all over too quickly and the sex begins. I wanted to savor the moment my son took me, I wanted the act of him entering me to last forever. As his penis slowly pressed on my pink flesh and my labia and vagina opened to him, and as those first few inches entered me, it was the most magical moment of my life so far. My own son was taking me. I told him to hold his position a little while longer, my labia and vaginal entrance gripping the head of his penis. It was heaven.

I savored the actual moment of him entering me for as long as I could, but other needs were taking over fast, so I then whispered,

"Yes, darling now."

I gave him the permission to enter me fully. The feeling of his penis sliding into my vagina for the first time was beautiful. All too soon that moment was over, my son had invaded me, his big manly cock sliding inch by glorious inch deeper and deeper into me.

His cock reached a part of me never before touched by a man, he was fully in me, I had taken all of him. Slowly he withdrew a few inches and then plunged back into me. I was being fucked by my own son.

He opened me like never before, his beautiful cock stretching the pink wet folds of my vagina walls. My labia having no option but to grip his hard length as it slid in and out of me and to be pulled and pushed along its massive length.

He started to wildly fuck me, I had to slow him down and teach him that the race to ejaculation wasn't the be-all and end-all of sex. With my cajoling and instruction, my son calmed down and proceeded to tease and torture my body with the slow, easy technique I taught him.

It was exquisite. We made love for what seemed like hours, our urgent orgasms out of the way, we could enjoy each other at our leisure, and we certainly did that. The slow pace kept him from cumming too quickly, but as I felt the familiar stirrings of orgasm approaching, I spurred him into a slightly faster pace. It wasn't that I needed him to speed up for me to cum, that was now inevitable, but I wanted him to cum with me.

We were panting and saying,

"Oh god yes, oh yes, I'm coming," at the same time.

My first climax with my son had been a clitoral one, and now with the big, heavy penis, stretching, opening and filling me to the brink of ecstasy, I came again. This orgasm came from deep within my body, my whole vagina throbbing and convulsing on his shaft.

As I hugged him closer, screaming his name again and again, my son came in my vagina for the first time.

We stayed in that position for ages, maybe slightly too long. In that time I had given my son another blow job, but this time he had come all over my breasts. I had to send him to the shower so I could rest.

Except I still hadn't been released from these stupid handcuff's which was clearly my downfall. As my son finished his shower the biggest mistake of my life came crashing down. My husband was home and looking at me as our son walked from the ensuite bathroom with his hard cock ready for me.