I'd come home that afternoon, after a short and stressful day at work,
looking for nothing more than a long hot shower and a good hard fuck
from my husband Ken. I'd been disappointed when I'd seen his note taped
to the bathroom mirror. Ken had been called away on a last minute
business trip. He was the local public works commissioner, and lately
he'd been researching a new bridge project the county had proposed. I
hadn't seen him much at all lately and now he was on his was to Chicago
for some bridge convention.
I considered pouting for a minute before I took my shower and changed
into something more comfortable. I changed into a sexy summer dress that
Ken had always hated. He didn't like the fact that it showed off my
long legs and my 36DD breasts. I normally didn't wear it, but I was
incredibly horny and when I'm that over-sexed I like to wear sexy
clothes.
I decided to play with my vibrator after I got dressed and I lay down on
my bed. I turned on the television, in an attempt to drown out my
moans, and played with my pussy until I exploded in one satisfactory
moan. Masturbating felt good, but it was no comparison to my husband's
eight-inch cock.
I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I hadn't thought anyone was
home, turning the television on had become a habit, and I was surprised
to see Justin, my eighteen year old son, sitting at the kitchen table
looking at a parts catalogue for vintage roadster he had been rebuilding
for the past two years. It would probably never run, but my husband and
I indulged him. Brandon was my only son and the older of my two
children. Stephanie was six, and she'd be home from her after-school
program in an hour.
I talked to Brandon for a few minutes before retreating to our living
room to read a book I'd recently bought. I tried to ask him questions
that would let me know how long he'd been home, but he didn't give me
any direct answers. I figured he hadn't been home long and I headed off
to the family room.
I read for the next few hours until Stephanie asked for dinner and I got
up to order pizza. Brandon joined us for dinner in front of the
television. When we couldn't find anything to watch, Brandon and I let
Steph pick a pay per view movie. I lost interest in it pretty quickly,
but when I tried to get up Brandon grabbed my hand and pulled me back
down onto the couch.
"Please mom; don't leave yet," he whispered.
I obliged and sat back down. Brandon moved closer to me and continued to
hold my hand. I thought nothing of it. Stephanie fell asleep as the
movie approached its last fifteen minutes and I let go of Brandon's hand
so I could carry her up to her room.
When I came back downstairs ten minutes later Brandon was still watching
the movie. I sat back down on the couch and he grabbed my hand again.
"Is it okay if I turn it?" He asked.
"Please," I laughed.
He flipped through the pay per view channels and suddenly stopped on a
channel where a beefy man was energetically humping a sweaty playmate.
They were both moaning in pleasure. The movie's title was displayed in
the bottom right hand corner of the screen, '101 Fornications' it said.
I started to turn bright red and even considered grabbing for the
remote. It was making me even hornier than I already was. Brandon seemed
oblivious to my discomfort and I decided to grab the remote. It was
lying in his lap and I turned toward him and grabbed for it.
At the same moment I reached for it Brandon turned and forcefully
pressed his lips against mine while he pressing my hand hard into his
lap. He had a massive erection! I could feel it throbbing beneath my
hand. He had caught me off guard and I didn't know what to do. I was so
horny, but this was so wrong. I jerked back away from him and stood up.
He grabbed onto my hand and pulled me back down onto the couch. He got
on top of me and started to kiss me harder and rub my tit. It felt so
good.
"Please mom," he whispered. "I know you want to."
I didn't know what he meant by that, but this time I didn't pull away. I
could feel his cock throbbing against my leg and it was making me
wetter by the second.
Brandon propped himself up and ripped open my sundress. Ken wouldn't
have to think about it again, I thought naughtily. My bra was a front
hook and Brandon unlatched it. He buried his head in my mountainous
breasts and teased my nipples with his fingers and his mouth until I
thought I would cum. He then moved down to my hips and I lifted my ass
off the couch so he could slip off the remainder of the dress. He ripped
off my undies and spread my legs. He began by fingering me, but then he
replaced his fingers with his tongue. Not even Ken was as good as
eating me as Brandon was.
I came over and over, I had been multi-orgasmic when I was younger and I
was surprised to be experiencing the sensations again. I'd thought that
they just disappeared with age, I was thirty-nine after-all. Yet here I
was feeling all those old wonderful feelings.
Brandon licked my pussy for a few minutes longer before he stood up. He
stripped off his shirt and then his pants and boxers. His cock was
astounding; it was nearly ten inches. I could hardly contain myself. I
sat up on the couch and reached out for his velvet smooth meat. I
wrapped my manicured fingers around it and pulled him closer to my face.
I licked his swollen cockhead first before I moved onto his entire
shaft; tracing and zigzagging my tongue all over the veiny underside. I
had a difficult time fitting all of him down my throat but I managed.
I'd had my tonsils out when I was eighteen and all the guys had loved
it. Each time I crammed him down my slick throat I felt him come closer
to exploding. Oh, I wanted his cum so bad! I moved my hand and mouth all
over his hot cock. As I increased the pressure his moans and breathing
got louder.
"God, mom you are so good at this." I looked up at him while I bobbed up
and down on his meaty pole. He was smiling broadly. I milked his cock
wildly until he pulled away from me. He was smiling down at my confused
and pouty expression. He leaned over and kissed me deeply before he
pulled me off the couch onto the floor.
I got on my hands and knees and he positioned his cock against the wet
steamy lips of my swollen labia. I pushed back against him and his
cockhead breached the opening of my dripping vagina.
"Does mommy want to fuck her little boy?" He whispered in my ear as he
leaned over my back. He began to slowly ease himself forward until I was
completely full with his sizzling meat. He grabbed my hips and began to
fuck me harder. I was close to an orgasmic epiphany every second he
slammed back and forth within me, all the while grinding his balls into
my eager clit. He reached down and played with my erect nipples,
pinching and tweaking as he grunted and breathed loudly.
I was making so much noise, but I didn't care. This was the best sex I'd
ever had in my entire life. We came like a thousand waves smashing
against huge rocks in the surf. I lost myself for a lifetime and came
back in the comfort of my son's taut and muscular arms.
Today we made love for the 101st time in honor of the movie that brought
us together. It was special, like our anniversary. I know I'll never
forget it and hopefully, neither will you.
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