Erica was dripping with anticipation. Every so often a client came along that would excite her more than others. This was one of those times.

Watching this inexperienced young man stroke his cock was turning her on immensely. His cock was rather large. This thought excited her, the thought that someone so young and obviously well-gifted desired her made her feel very sexy. And his dominating her had pushed that to new and infinitely more arousing levels!

She didn't hear the car backfire, partly because her room was at the opposite end of the house and her bedroom door was closed. And partly because she was so engrossed in her own pleasure that unless the car came crashing through her room, she wouldn't have heard it anyway!

All of a sudden, she saw the scene on the other end of the video feed move quickly on her screen. His laptop had fallen off the table.

"Damn," she muttered lightly to herself. Then she recognized the room on the screen. It was Steve's bedroom. She was looking at his naked body as he frantically reached for the camera to put it back in place. She froze as she looked at his horror-stricken face directly on the screen. She had just masturbated together with her stepson! 

She sat bolt upright on the edge of the bed. There was a large wet spot on the bed from where her pussy had drooled happily moments ago, fantasizing about this young man. She could not believe that it was her son, Steve. 

Terrifying thoughts now ran through her mind. Was this the first time he had been here? She wasn't certain. She would like to think she would have remembered him, but there had been so many men. How did he find out about the site? Did anyone else know about her secret?

But even more important than the past was the future. She and Steve had always been very close and she treasured her relationship with him above everything else. Would this do irreparable harm to their relationship?

She had to figure what she was going to do about this. Should she just let it go until the morning? She wanted to wait because she was too embarrassed and worried. But she knew that would only make things worse. This had to be dealt with now. 

As she sat there on the edge of the bed,  trying to figure out what she would say and how she would handle this, she realized her pussy was still dripping wet. The idea of being with her son still excited her.

She questioned herself... what kind of a mother–or stepmother–gets turned on by the idea of sex with her son? But there was no denying she was. The wet spot on the bed and her sopping pussy attested to that.

She tried to blame it on the fact she had been without a man for so long. And the fact that Steve had touched on her weakness for being submissive.

But she knew those were just excuses she was using to justify her feelings. It did nothing to resolve them. It was time to deal with this directly.

She put her panties and the chemise back on. Then some bizarre sense of modesty made her grab her robe, and she quickly walked toward his room. She did not want to give him any time to feel worse than he probably already did.

Reaching his room, she paused for a moment. She was going to knock but then thought better of it. She slowly opened the door and went inside.

Steve was sitting on the edge of his bed with his face in his hands. Erica's heart dropped as she saw her son sitting there. She had only seen him this despondent once before when his high school girlfriend left him.

Her name was Jill and they had been going together for almost the whole four years until one day he went to see her and found out she had been seeing another guy. It crushed him and surprised Erica–she had Steve and Jill pegged as the perfect couple and was already looking at her as a potential daughter-in-law!

But they had gotten through it. She had sat him down and talked to him and together they worked to make him feel better and he had moved on. She had made her choice and while it was unfortunate it wasn't Steve, he found out later on that it was the best thing that could have happened.

She cheated on the new guy as well and now she was a single mother raising a kid all on her own working as a waitress in some truck stop dine and dash on the interstate in Illinois someplace.

And now here he was, doing it again. Of course, this was a much more unique situation though.

She sat down on the bed next to him and placed her hand on his back. 

"It's okay, you know," she told him. She figured he was extremely embarrassed; she knew she was. She also realized she needed to explain her own actions. Maybe that was where she would start. If she explained and apologized for her role in this maybe it would help him feel better.

"I am so sorry Steve, honey. Sorry that you have found this out about me. I am so ashamed." The last statement was genuine enough that her voice cracked. But she had to continue even through the tears that had begun. She wanted to explain how and why she started. "I..."

He raised his head and turned to her. He quickly interrupted, "It's okay." 

He reassured her. And then she was shocked, relieved, and excited all at once as he ignored his own guilt and moved closer to her and put his arm around her shoulder.

"Mom, there's absolutely no reason to be ashamed. You're a beautiful woman and you're doing what you need to do to try to earn some extra money and give us a better life."

She thought to herself how wonderful this man was. She no longer thought of him as a boy. She suddenly realized her little boy had grown up. And he clearly remembered how tight money had been several years ago and the struggles they had to make ends meet. He was trying to make her feel better. And her crying stopped.

"Yes, but sweetheart, that's not what this is all about entirely. Yes, I make some extra money, but if I just wanted to make money, I could get a second job or something. This is about more than just money, dear."  

His hand stopped rubbing her back for a moment. "What do you mean, Mom?" 

She turned to face him. "Honey this is something I do... for me. To make me feel like I am still desirable, to make me feel like I am wanted. You know, by other men.

"You were too young to remember when I came into you and your father's life. But I have told you how I met your father shortly after your mother got sick. Your father and I became good friends and I helped him through his grief. But in that time we got close–very close.

"We fell in love, baby. And before either of us knew it, I was moved in and we were living together. We all lived together for about a year, I guess before I married your father and became your mother... your stepmother. But I never felt like your stepmother and you never treated me as such. 

"Sweetheart, since your father passed away, I have centered my life around you. You are all I have left of him and you are the most important thing in the world to me. But I am getting older, honey, and a woman likes to know she can still turn a man's head once in a while you know?"

"But Mom you are still beautiful! You are the most beautiful woman I know!"

"Aww, thank you, sweetheart. But you have to admit, you are a little biased!" Erica put her hand lovingly and reassuringly on Steve's leg. "No, I want to know I can turn other men's heads. I want to know that I am still attractive to men I'm not related to!"

"I can understand that, but..." He didn't know what else to say at this point. He looked closely at her soft face.

The silence lasted for what seemed forever. The two of them were now staring into each other's eyes. Her hand was still lightly resting on his leg. For several long moments, the two of them examined each other's faces in hopes that they could determine exactly what the other was feeling. Neither dared to breathe for fear they would spoil this fragile, intimate, connection. 

Then Steve made a move that even he didn't anticipate. With his eyes locked on his mother's he reached out and put his hand behind her head. He pulled her slowly and tenderly towards him. Erica did not resist or voice her opposition. 

Steve began to pull her face towards his as he leaned in for a kiss. He did not hesitate. Instead, his right hand squeezed tightly around her and he pulled her to him quickly.

Their lips met and at the first touch, both pulled back for a moment. But the die had been cast and both were powerless to prevent what came next. Steve looked into his mother's soft brown eyes–eyes that showed such love and yet such need–and he pulled her back into his kiss. 

A wave of complete excitement overwhelmed Erica. Until now, her play and this sexual activity had been for the camera and her lucky viewers. But it had been years since she had touched a man. The feeling throughout her now was amazing.

She surrendered to it completely and put both of her arms around him, pulling him in closer. Their kiss became deeper and more passionate. His tongue found her mouth as she was exploring his. They intertwined and gave themselves over to one of the most arousing kisses either had ever had.

His next action was even bolder. Steve turned her body and with slight force gently pushed Erica down onto the middle of his bed. As he did, he continued to kiss her following her down as he moved over top of her. When she was laying flat on his bed, she opened her eyes to look up at him as he pulled his lips away from hers.

Again the two of them looked deep into each other's eyes. And once again, neither spoke for quite a few seconds.

This time, Erica broke the silence, "Are you sure about this, honey?"

Steve didn't answer... not with words, at least. Instead, he kissed her even deeper and more passionately than before. Erica pulled him close. She wanted him so badly. She wanted him to hold her. She wanted him to make love to her.

Steve continued kissing his mother. The love he felt for this woman was incredible. It went beyond a son's love for his mother–this woman had chosen to become the woman that raised him. Steve wasn't an "accident" or a result of one night's wild impetuous passion.

She willingly accepted him when she met his father and she had stayed with him throughout his life, giving him all that she could give to make him the man he was now. She didn't have to, she could have easily turned both him and his father away. But she didn't.

She loved him like he was her birth child and had helped him and his father get over their loss. She had raised him, cared for him, and sacrificed for him. It was time she was paid back.

His love had combined with the physical arousal of being so intimate with another woman to excite him more than he had ever been in his life. He couldn't believe that what he had often fantasized about since his adolescence was really taking place!

Steve was still wearing the boxers that he had quickly put back on when the laptop fell. But the underwear could not hide the fact that his cock was fully erect and hard as iron at this point. It was pushing hard against her, and he automatically and instinctively started to move his hips, grinding slowly against her panty-covered pussy.

His right hand moved down her body and slipped through the front of her blue silk robe to cup her left breast through the chemise. He squeezed her breast tight enough to cause her to gasp deeply–but not in pain, only pleasure. He knew right then he had to explore further. Only now he would use his mouth, rather than his hand.

Erica hesitated as she continued to kiss her son. His body on top of hers felt wonderful, and she could feel his bare back under the palms of her hands and the weight of his body on top of her. She could also feel the hardness which he was rubbing against her neglected and very wet pussy. But she knew this was wrong. She had to stop... this could not happen.

Steve continued to paw at her immense breast. The way he squeezed and kneaded her soft fleshy tit almost took her breath away. Her nipples were now the size of the tip of her little finger and harder than she'd ever felt them.

She knew she should be ashamed and embarrassed at being so turned on by her own son's groping her, but it felt so good... she hadn't felt such pleasure in many years. Seconds later her son was pinching her erect nipples sending a tingle throughout her body that melted any reluctance she still possessed. 

Steve continued making out with his mother. It felt so good, and it had been so long since anyone had paid this kind of attention to her, that Erica wanted more. Would he take this further? Would he actually... fuck her?

She didn't know and she didn't know how much longer she could wait to find out. His touches and kissing were driving her crazy! She moved her hands slowly down his back until she reached the waistband of his boxers. She paused for only a moment before her hands slipped under them and she gripped and caressed his bare ass.    

She now was able to grab his bare flesh but it wasn't enough. She wanted to hold him closer. She had to do something. She released her grip from his buttocks and sat up. She threw off her blue robe and reached down grabbing the bottom of her chemise. She quickly pulled the chemise up over her head, now exposing her bare breasts and the hard erect nipples.

Steve smiled. The very same tits she had shown him on his computer screen were now staring him in the face in real life. Almost as if he had practiced his routine, he came to his mother and gently laid her back onto his bed moving over top of her again. He kissed her once more before moving down to the magnificent breasts he had fantasized about for so long.

Immediately Steve fastened his mouth to her breasts and began sucking just as he had done so many times in his dreams. Only now it was real and the feeling was so much more pleasurable. And for Erica, no one had ever made her feel like this. The thrill and excitement were amazing.

Erica moved her right hand around to his hip and started to reach underneath. She grabbed the waistband the best she could and started to pull down a little bit more. She wanted to please him. 

"Take these things off, baby, please. I want to feel you." He understood what she meant and even though neither wanted to, they broke their tender embrace but only long enough for him to sit up and take his underwear off.

The two of them were quickly intertwined in each other's arms once more. Now, however, Erica could feel nothing but her son's bare flesh against her body. In particular, she could distinctly feel his rock-hard cock and the soft flesh of his ball sack pushing urgently against her. That alone was almost orgasmic. However, this was just the beginning...

Steve's mind was overwhelmed. He was naked with his stepmother–the woman who raised him like she was her own son, and yet, the same woman his most erotic nighttime fantasies revolved around. He had never been so completely turned on before.

Steve wasn't all that experienced, but he wasn't a virgin by any means either. He lost his "cherry" to Jill, his high school girlfriend and the one that dumped him and sent him into a deep funk from which Erica had rescued him. And he had dated and fucked two or three girls in college since. So he had gotten past the nervous, fumbling first-time stage. 

But this was beyond his wildest dreams. This was no giggling, vapor-headed schoolgirl. He was with an experienced and incredibly sexy woman. The sensation of her warm skin under him was amazing. 

The excitement of the moment caused him to involuntarily begin moving his hips harder and more frantically, but he couldn't stop. He ground his hips against hers and thrust his cock clumsily up against her panties. 

Erica smiled to herself. She knew that her son wanted to do more than to kiss and dry hump her. And to be honest, she wanted more as well. Steve wasn't the only one excited about what was happening. Erica hadn't been with a man in several years and now she had one–albeit her stepson–ready and willing to give her what she had been lacking for so long.

Just then his mother started to push his upper body away from hers, pushing him back and over to lay on his back on the bed.

"Let me see that fat, young cock you showed me on the computer. I want a better look at it," she said just before she wrapped her soft warm lips around the tip.

Erica couldn't believe how incredibly hot and horny she was. Her pussy was leaking like a broken water pipe and her panties were soaked. She wanted to be with this man in her arms. She wanted to be with this son she had been so close to for these past seventeen years. 

She held him tightly and felt his cock as it moved against her. The hard shaft rubbing over her wet pussy made her recall seeing that cock in all its glory of her computer screen less than an hour ago. She had watched Steve masturbate on the screen, and it aroused her more than she realized it could.

She thought about how excited she had been seeing that young, hard cock in his hand as he stroked himself and how close she had been to cumming herself. Knowing it had been her own son's cock she had lusted for only threw gasoline on an already raging fire and turned her pussy into a volcano of lust and desire.

Erica knew Steve was aroused–his moans and panting and the rock-hard cock in her hands was testament to that. It made her feel even more sexy and desirable knowing she could make such a young and handsome man so excited. She knew she could arouse him even more and, at the same time, stir more excitement within her own body.

She pushed him away slightly. At first, he thought that maybe she was not going to all this to happen–that she was rejecting him. But the slight grin that she flashed him made it clear that wasn't the case. She wanted Steve's cock in her mouth. 

As she got closer to the throbbing, eager cock, she paused for a moment. She debated whether to first use her tongue or immediately wrap the head with her lips.

But it wasn't much of a debate–her lack of sex in ages and her eagerness now made the decision quite easy and she chose the latter. She wanted his cock and she wanted it now!

She looked up into her son's face and with a knowing smile, she took the head of his cock into her mouth. With her soft red lips closed around him, she began to move her tongue all over the tip. She felt it twitch and throb within her hand and in her mouth. With her morals and taboos safely behind her now, it was time to go further.

Erica had not been with a man for several years. She hadn't had anything she could call a relationship since Jim's death, and only a handful of dates since–none of which culminated in anything more than a goodnight kiss. Still, she hadn't forgotten how to suck a man's cock.

She loved it. She was good at it, and she knew it. Thanks to an older–and very understanding–sister who showed her how to take care of a man when she first began dating, she had gotten quite adept and skilled at deepthroating... taking a man's cock deep into her throat until her nose pushed against his abdomen.

Her high school boyfriend at the time was the first to experience her newfound skills, she had honed them during her time in college and when she met Jim. and now Steve, her stepson, would reap the benefits of her talents.

Steve watched as his mother's mouth moved slowly yet tenaciously down his hard cock shaft. She began sucking him expertly showing him pleasures he never even knew existed.

Sure, Steve had gotten blowjobs in the past, but nothing compared to what he immediately felt the second her mouth touched his member. She wrapped her lips completely around the shaft and her tongue now was all over the head of his cock and moving rapidly. 

Steve lay back with his head and upper body propped on his pillow. He was able to see the incredibly erotic view of his mother as she was sucking his cock. Then, he watched amazed as her mouth moved down the shaft until it reached his pubic hair. He could now feel the tip of his cock deep inside and he realized it was in her throat.

With her right hand firmly wrapped around Steve's cock, Erica used her left hand to move her hair to the side so Steve could watch her suck his cock unimpeded.

She brought her head up almost to the point of letting his cock fall out before casting a glance at him and then immediately slamming her mouth back down all the way to the base of his shaft.

Steve was in absolute heaven and his moan told her so. Smiling to herself that she still "had it", she repeated the motion another five continuous times before she took a brief break and removed his cock as her spit dripped from her lip to the tip. 

Her tongue continued to travel all over the head and she licked up and down the shaft as she watched his face and looked into his eyes with a devious smile.

Steve could not believe what he was watching. He was no longer watching his mother, Erica. Instead, it was her online persona "Diane" that was sucking his cock now.