(c) lindat817
I would like to thank everyone for the feedback and encouragement I received from my first story. This story is actually a sequel to the first part. As was the norm at the time, the story contains elements of fact and fiction. Everyone in this story is over 18 years of age.
I fucked my son.
I let that thought linger in my mind for almost an hour as I made brunch for the two of us that Saturday, his semen leaking into my thong and occasionally running down my legs.
After having sex with Mark, we hugged each other and fell asleep in my bed, arms around each other. I woke up about an hour later and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I got up not to wake Mark, but to do something to keep myself busy.
I gathered all the clothes from the basket and then went upstairs and emptied his suitcase and gathered all his dirty clothes. I picked him up in my arms and carried him downstairs to the laundry room. While I was sorting it into whites and colors, I saw the panties I had “accidentally” put in his bag a few weeks ago. They had obviously facilitated one of his many masturbatory fantasies because they were now filled with his semen. It’s my own fault, I smile at myself. I was the one who put them there. I had no idea where it would go.
I lifted the panties to my face and sniffed them. My feminine scent was gone. In fact, panties that have been used a lot now have almost no scent. I couldn’t help but laugh again. I could tell he loved my “gifts,” as he liked to call them. I stuck my tongue out, trying to taste him through the remnants of dried semen, but there was no discernible flavor even after all this time.
I knew I had to fix this. Even though I felt guilty for seducing my son, I knew the idea of tasting his semen directly instead of trying to suck it from my panties made me wet.
After starting my first load of laundry, I went inside to make lunch for the two of us. I fried some bacon and grilled some bagels. I put some fruit on a plate and took it to my bedroom with some orange juice and Mark lay down on my king size bed to sleep.
He snickered when I walked into the room and I smiled.
“I thought you might need some nourishment,” I said. “You expended a lot of energy last night and this morning.”
He sat up and smiled. “I think I have a little more energy, but maybe need a little more.”
I handed him the plate and leaned down to kiss him, my hand reaching down to cup his semi-hard cock on the sheet covering him.
“Enjoy it,” I smiled. “There are many more sources.”
As I leaned down to kiss him, I felt my nipples brush against his bare chest and remembered that I was still wearing only my yellow thong. I blushed, thinking that my groin was probably stained with his dried semen and my own fluids.
As we kissed, Mark lifted his left hand, reached for my ass, and said, “I wish there was at least a little more.”
“It’s a buffet, honey,” I said, smiling, feeling his cock harden in my grip.
I gave Mark lunch and I went to the bed and sat next to him. Neither of us said much while he was eating. I think we were both digesting not only what happened last night and this morning, but what happened over the last few weeks.
“Honey, are you okay?” I started. “I mean all of that? I know this is no normal mother-son relationship. If you have other ideas, I understand.”
“Oh, no, Mom,” he said, taking the last sip of orange juice. “It’s not that. Actually, I was thinking how hot it would be if you were sitting next to me in just your underwear. It was like some kind of dream or something.”
She placed the plate and glass on the bedside table. “So… when you ‘accidentally’ put those panties in my bag,” she insisted, “accidentally.” “Is it really an accident, or did you put them there on purpose?”
I blush. I say, “I guess we don’t have any secrets anymore?” “Okay. I admit it. I probably put them there,” I say, smiling. “But it wasn’t my idea.”
I added the part about being light-hearted and trying to seem less slutty, which wasn’t my idea. But as soon as the words came out of my mouth, I regretted them. I knew he wouldn’t miss it.
He didn’t. “Really? Whose idea was this?” he asked.
I knew I was caught. I also knew that the truth would come out sooner or later. So I decided to tell the truth.’ I confessed the whole story to him about how I had told Annie that he was “playing” with my panties. It was she who suggested that I put them in his bag that weekend.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I said. “It may have been her idea, but I was the one who actually executed it. I know it’s a lie. Can you promise you won’t target me? Or, Annie?”
“Really?” she asked. He laughed, “This is like the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.” He smiled and said, “Remind me to hug Ms. D the next time I meet her.” Mrs. D is Mark’s shorthand for Anne, shorthand for Mrs. Duncan.
He leaned down and kissed me. I felt a huge burden lifted off me, knowing that all my secrets about Mark were now out there. Well, almost everything… I hadn’t told him yet that Annie had overheard one of our phone conversations and we had both cum while listening to him masturbating on the other end of the phone. But that could wait.
Mark adjusted the sheets so that he and I were now under the covers. He pulled me close so I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. I turned over so I could feel the head of his cock between my legs and we kissed.
Mark didn’t ask any more questions. Instead, he turned over and began kissing me in earnest, his hard cock rubbing against me. I knew he wanted to fuck me again – but I had different ideas.
We kissed passionately for a while. I loved kissing him, our tongues fighting each other in each other’s mouths, our breathing becoming labored. I felt his hands moving over my nearly naked body, feeling slight jolts wherever he touched me. I could feel my breasts pressing against his chest and my pussy rubbing against his cock. I lifted up a little, never breaking our kiss, and moved my upper body a little, pulling my hard nipples against his nearly hairless chest. I was burning and he was burning too.
As much as I wanted him to fuck me, I also wanted to give him the pleasure he gave me a few hours ago. I made some adjustments and now I am on top and my son is on his back. I sat down on his hard cock and started rubbing my wet panties on it. God, just pull this panty aside like I did before and let him fuck me again, I thought, it’s so easy. But I resisted the temptation.
Instead, I started kissing and biting his ears and neck softly. Mark was panting now and I felt like I had everything under control. His hands grabbed my buttocks and pulled me tighter onto his rock hard cock, but I continued my exploration. I slowly slid down, kissing and biting softly as I moved towards my real target, my nipples brushing against his chest, stomach and legs as I went lower.
When I moved far enough so that my face was between his legs and a few inches from his cock, I looked up at him and smiled. I could smell my scent on his cock from earlier this morning. He looked up at me with eyes full of pure lust. I stuck my tongue out and licked the head of his penis slowly and wetly, starting from the base of his penis and working my way up to the head, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. I moved forward and straightened his cock so that it was now pointing straight up. I reversed path, licking the shaft from top to bottom, then continued to lick his balls, moving my hand around his shaft and sliding it slowly up and down. As I continued to lick him, I could feel my nipples rubbing against his legs, listening to his ragged breathing, I smiled to myself.
I returned to the shaft and made eye contact with my son. As my tongue neared the top of his cock I saw his eyes widen and his jaw drop down a little. This time when I reached the head I took it all into my mouth. I had been dreaming of this for several weeks and wanted to enjoy this moment. I heard him groan and he closed his eyes and put his head back on the pillow, but only for a second. He quickly lifted his head so he could watch his horny mother sucking his cock like a professional. Her hand found the back of my head and held it there while I bounced up and down on his wet, slick cock. I continued to worship my son’s cock orally and manually for several minutes until I finally heard his words, which woke me from my spell.
“Oh my god, Mom,” she gasped. “That feels so good.”
I smile to myself. I guess I like that my son thinks I suck a good cock. I felt like a slut, but I had no regrets because I was a slut for the man I loved most in the world. I wanted to please him in every way I knew how.
“Mmmhmm,” was all I could say as I swirled my tongue around his cock, sucking him deeply. I started moving my hand up and down on his cock in sync with my mouth’s movements. I felt his hands tighten on my head and he started fucking my mouth, moving his hips.
I knew he was about to cum but I didn’t want him to cum just yet. I wanted him to experience the pleasure he was giving me, almost reaching the peak, then waning, then reaching the peak again. Delayed gratification is so naughty.
I pulled back and continued to lick his testicles while slowing my hand on his cock. After doing this for a few minutes, I quickly reached down and took off my boxers, bringing them back up to his cock and wrapping them around it.
He lowered his head to see what this new sensation was and gasped loudly when he saw my mouth moving up and down his cock along with my soaked panties. I felt the head of his cock swell a little and the muscles in his legs flex. I tightened my grip on his cock and started moving it up and down faster.
“I’m about to cum, Mom,” he said, as if warning me that I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth. But I had no intention of moving. I wanted to taste every last drop of his cum, so my reaction was to move fast.
“Mmmhmmm,” I moaned, not letting his cock leave my mouth’s grip.
“Oh my god,” he cried out. His head fell back on the pillow and I felt the first stream of his cum hit the back of my throat. The second spurt was not as powerful as the first, but filled my mouth. The third and subsequent streams dribbled slowly from my lips and his cock fell back into my hand, with my panties still wrapped around his cock. I swallowed every drop that came into my mouth and then started licking the cum that spilled out. He looked up one last time and saw me licking the cum off my panties and stroking his hair.
“Oh my god, Mom, this is unbelievable,” she gasped.
I smiled and got up, lay down next to him, put my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.
“Honey, I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” I said softly. “And it’s better than I thought.”
Time seemed to have stopped for both of us. I don’t even know how long we lay there like that, but at one point we both stood up and showered together. I saved her from another orgasm in the shower because I knew she needed to get her acting skills back up, but I loved that she soaped my breasts and the rest of me while we laughed under the cascading water.
As soon as we got out of the shower, we heard the phone ring. I grabbed a towel and answered the phone without even checking the caller ID to see who it was.
Anne on the other end of the phone said, “Did I catch you at the wrong time?”
“Oh, no,” I replied. “I just took a shower.” I glanced at the clock; it was almost 1 p.m.
“Yeah,” she smiled. “Busy in the morning with Mark?”
I smiled and said vaguely: “We are just enjoying each other.”
Anne knows how excited I am about Mark’s visit this weekend. She told me plainly that she doesn’t know how to avoid our mutual masturbation any further, at least. I think I know that too, but I don’t want to admit it until it actually happens. Normally I’d be more open with her about Mark and me, but Mark had no idea and I had no idea how he would react when he found out that I had told my best friend that my own son was my fantasy. He also didn’t know that Anne felt the same way about her son, Tom.
“I’m sure you already know that, naughty girl. You know you’ll have to tell him everything when he comes back tomorrow.”
I looked over at Mark, who was drying himself off outside the shower, his muscles still a little damp and glistening in the sunlight filtering in through the opaque bathroom window. God, he’s so handsome, I thought to myself. If only he knew what we were talking about now…
“We had a lot of fun,” I said, smiling. Then I said in a low voice, “I promise I’ll share the details with you.” Then, returning to my normal voice, “But I need to run now. Mark told me he’s going to a dinner party next week. And I promised him last night I’d take him shopping for some new clothes.”
“Okay.” She smiled too. “I get it. God, I’m so jealous of you right now.”
“I know,” I laughed. “We’ll talk about it later.”
After hanging up the phone I told Mark to get dressed and I was taking him shopping.
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It was a beautiful, sunny day and we walked together and wandered around the outdoor mall. Sometimes he would put his arm around me, and sometimes I would feel like a schoolgirl again. Along the way we stopped and each enjoyed an iced Frappuccino outside a local coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder if strangers walking by us could see the “just happened” look of contentment and happiness in my eyes. I thought maybe they mistook us for a couple in love. I look younger than my age and my son could be mistaken for someone much older than me…
“So,” Mark interrupted my surreal thoughts. “I take it that was Ms. D you were calling before we left?”
“Yes,” I replied, suddenly snapped back to reality.
“Do you think she knows about us?” Mark asked, a little embarrassed, but also curious.
Oh my god, I thought. I didn’t want to lie to my son, but at the same time, I didn’t know if he would be angry at me for sharing what he considered our secret with my best friend.
“Why are you asking that?” I replied tactfully.
“I don’t know,” he stuttered, stirring his drink with a straw. “I think…I mean…I know you told me she suggested you put the panties in my bag…I think…I don’t know…I guess I just want to know how she knew so much.”
I sat quietly for a moment, trying to find the right words to express. “Would you mind if he did that?” I asked, not giving a clear answer.
Her eyes lit up. “Oh god no,” she said excitedly. “Actually, I’m feeling a little hot.”
“I told you Tom was interested in her, didn’t I? I understand why. I even saw her panties,” he said, smiling. “Tom and I traded places once. She’s a pretty woman…admittedly not as pretty as you, Mom,” he added immediately.
I laughed at his clumsy attempt to make sure he didn’t insult me. “If you think she’s pretty, that’s fine,” I said, smiling. “Me too. I blushed, too.” “As long as I know I’m ‘your girl,’ I don’t care if you think my best friend is ‘hot,'” I laughed, putting quotes around “sexy” with my finger.
Mark smiled. “So, back to your previous question… do you think Mrs. D knows? About us, I mean?”
I laughed to myself. I could tell he wasn’t going to let me try to avoid a direct answer.
“Well… sort of,” I said softly, blushing. “I’ll tell you a little secret, but you have to promise me you won’t tell it to Tom or anyone else.”
Mark’s eyebrows rose. “Wow, that sounds fun. I promise I won’t tell anyone, Mom. Not even Tom.”
I took a sip of my smoothie and looked around to make sure no one had heard us. Even though I knew no one was listening to our conversation, I leaned toward Mark and he did the same.
“Do you remember the night when you and I were talking on the phone and I told you that Annie just left?”
Mark nodded, a smile on his face at the memory. “Of course. It was very hot.”
“Okay,” I continued. “It’s hot for me, too. But in a different way. Now remember I drank too much that night,” I paused. “But I asked Annie if she would stay and listen to you and me talk.”
Right there. I no longer have any secrets from my son. I looked into his eyes to gauge his reaction, hoping he wouldn’t be angry at me for letting Annie share our intimate conversation, especially since I had insisted she keep our phone conversation private and not tell anyone.
Mark looked around, I think to make sure no one was looking, then smiled and leaned forward to kiss my lips.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment we shared our first public kiss. When I opened them, Mark was still smiling from ear to ear.
“Your reaction shows you’re not angry, are you?”
“I’ll say almost anything that’s the opposite of being angry,” he replied. “Does she like hearing that?”
This time I laughed out loud. “I’d say she did,” I said, smiling. “When I originally asked her, I was just going to play with you and let her listen. But we got so excited that we both cummed in front of each other at the sound of your voice. The other part of the secret was that I knew that Annie was mad that Tom had been having a fantasy for a while… but he didn’t know that and I think that night was a way for him to indulge in his fantasy by listening to us talking instead of actually being with us.
“Do you think she really wants to date Tom?” Mark asked seriously.
“I know she would,” I replied, remembering the many conversations Annie and I had had on the subject over the past few weeks. “But she’s afraid to take the initiative. I can understand that. So I guess she lives vicariously through you and me.”
“But you haven’t asked him again since then?” she asked in a doubtful tone.
“No, there’s never been such an occasion,” I answered honestly. “We’ve talked a few times since then, and I know she’ll do it again, but none of the times you’ve spoken to me on the phone since then has ended the way it did that night. It’s just time. Well, and that day we both probably had a lot of drinks in the evening,” I smiled.
“And… did you just watch each other ejaculate… or was there more to it?” Mark asked hesitantly, remembering my previous confession about experimenting with another woman in college.
I blush. “No. That’s literally all we do,” I say, making light of the fact that Annie is feeding me with her fingers soaked in her juices.
Mark smiled. He joked, “Well, if she likes listening so much, maybe we should invite her over tonight and let her listen to us through the bedroom door.” At least I thought he was joking. He looked at me amused, and I could tell the idea excited him.
To be honest, it turns me on too.’ The image of Anne masturbating was still fresh in my mind as I had come close to my own orgasm more than once since that night. I know that Anne would love to have a relationship with Tom like Mark and me, but I also know – because they don’t – she would love to hear me tell her about our phone chats. I reasoned that if she couldn’t have Tom, a relationship between Mark and me would be her second best option. I thought maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea for her to see the two of us together.
