frendly12
01-24-2011, 03:43 PM
This is not my story the author is Jane Michelle I think.
My son and i were traveling across the country to visit my folks in California. We had been alone since his father left two years earlier. This was our first vacation together.
Bill is a strapping boy of 16, whith a lean figure and a dark complexion due to his black hair, brown eyes and tanned skin, owing to his love of the outdoors. I'm so proud of my baby--almost always on the honor roll, athletic, and having a conversation with him was like talking to an adult. He seems more mature than most of my coworkers.
When he was younger, he would sometimes crawl into bed with me when his father was at work, since he worked the night shift. So I didn’t think too much of it to just get one room when we stopped for our first night on the road.
They only had a room with a king sized bed, so we took it. We were both tired from the long road trip so we fell asleep quickly. Around two AM I had to get up to pee badly. When I was getting back into bed, I lifted the covers to get in; I could see that my son had a huge hard-on sticking out the front of his boxers. Shocked, I quickly lowered the covers and turned over.
I had just seen my only son fully exposed and fully aroused! I had never before been presented with such striking evidence that my child was a sexual creature. One time when I was cleaning his room I found a stack of pornography under his bed. And, you know, sometimes I would see the tell tale signs of a nocturnal emission when doing the laundry... but that was all circumstantial. Hear I was just presented with the source of it all.
Feeling daring I lifted the covers and stole another glance, this time angling it so the light from the window played off his throbbing shaft. A small dewdrop at the tip sparkled in the moonlight. Shamed at my boldness, I again pulled the covers to their normal position and tried to go back to sleep but it was impossible as my mind was going a million miles an hour. Impure thoughts were running through my head.
Although my divorce went down two years ago, the foundation of the marriage itself failed many years ago. I was attempting to remember the last time I had sex and I couldn't think of anything within five years, and it wasn’t even that good. I don't know what happened to the man I married. It eventually turned love less and the sex became horrible.
My thoughts turned to the wicked. Billy was definitely not a light sleeper--he regularly sleeps through thunderstorms and he once never woke up with the rest of the neighborhood when there was a loud car crash on our street. I turned the loneliness and the sight of my son over and over in my head until I became wet with desire. I wanted to do more than just see him.
Could I do it? Could I touch him?
I scolded myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? Touching my own son...Well it'll just be a little bit...
I turned on my side, facing Bill, keeping a close eye on his face. If he woke up the only thing I could do is pretend to be asleep myself. I snaked my arm under the covers until I felt his boxers. I found the hole in the front and pushed the material down, forcing as much of him out as I could. My fingertips brushed against his organ and wrapped around the base. I put pressure and slid up, squeezing out the precum that was inside... I felt the warmness in my hands I grabbed his skin again and started to lightly stroke him from top to bottom. His shape was curved, not unlike a banana. I was being more forceful with him as a heat began to grow between my own legs. This continued for maybe another minute before Billy’s cheek started to twitch and his mouth opened up. I pulled my hand away as if I were touching a hot stove. I was scared after this so I rolled over and attempted to go to sleep. I didn’t say anything about it the next day, but it’s all I thought about as I drove. I was so horny I thought about taking care of myself at the next rest stop but I couldn’t have enough time to myself without raising concern. I was so afraid that he would smell me... it seemed so obvious to me, but maybe he couldn’t tell from the back of the car. I was a nervous wreck the whole day.
That night, when we were getting a room, I asked him to just stay in the car while I checked in. This time I requested a room with a king sized bed.
As he was taking the bags into the room, I went across the street to the drug store and got a tube of astro-glide, hoping that I may get a chance to use it on this trip. I thought about how I could do this... I would definitely have to hide it , but make it accessible.
That night, after he fell asleep, I kept checking him to see if he had another hard on. after a couple hours, he had another one sticking out of his shorts again. I slid my panties down and threw them under the bed. I reached under the pillow for the astro-glide and squeezed a generous amount into the palm, which snaked between my legs and went up over my pussy. I was so horny I couldn't stop my hand and it continued to go up and down my slit with abandon. I started to pant and sense the feelings overcoming me but before anything happened I realized that I should get down to business before Billy’s body returned to its normal stage. I understand that when a guy sleeps its normal for their erections to rise and fall, in a cycle, so if I waited to long... I squeezed out a final dollop of astro-glide, which I tenderly put right at the entrance to my womanhood.
I gingerly scooted myself closer and closer towards him, facing away. When I felt the tip of his cock touch my ass, shivers ran up my entire body. Slowly, I moved towards the head -board to get the angle just right. I backed up again, resulting in his cockhead stabbing my inner thigh. The third push caused his member to slide along my entire pussy, causing sparks to shoot off behind my eyes. After a moment I reached down and positioned him at the right spot and slowly pushed back, feeling myself open up as his boyhood slid home, deeper and deeper, until his boxers were against my ass. As I sighed in satisfaction a thought crossed my mind.
I had just taken my sons virginity.
I just laid there enjoying the feeling of a cock inside me again. I didn’t wish to make too much of a commotion, so I reached down and started masturbating while he was buried between my thighs. I was already on edge as started this and the gravity of the situation overcame me. I continually slid my fingers up and down my slit, over my clit, and then back down, feeling my own son’s balls as they rested against me. I could only think that my son had returned to the place of his birth... and my body responded, as I went over the edge into uncontrollable throes of ecstasy. My toes curled, my mouth opened, my head went back, my eyes closed and wave after wave of electricity and heat flew though my body. I couldn’t help but cry out, but I tried to be as quiet as possible. I was rocking the bed even as I vainly attempted to sit still as the pleasure washed over my being.
The afterglow was delicious... my entire body was tingling. I laid there and flexed my pussy muscles, squeezing his dick, as I caught my breath. My face was burning from trying to be as still and quiet as possible. As I recovered, I felt him push his hips against me and moaned...I froze. I'm not sure if he had woken up yet, or if it’s just instinct, but he began slowly moving in and out of me. I had no idea what to do, so I just sat there, squeezing him with my loins.
His pace was slow yet rhythmical, and I was just enjoying it. His breathing quickened and I continued to squeeze him gently. If he was asleep, what sort of wonderful dreams do you suppose he was having? And if he was awake... what was he thinking right now? Would he have said something? Would he think I was asleep and this was a happy accident? Or would he be afraid, confused, and shamed? I was far to afraid to face him, to confront him, because if he was wake and I did then he would know it was me who did this, and that was a place I was not willing to go. If nothing else, though, he was enjoying it his hard on seemed to be growing and getting even harder. Surely if he was displeased or scared it would shrink, I thought to myself. This gave me a level of comfort, for awhile...
I simply sat there and took his gentle probing. As if to answer my thoughts, an unintelligible noise echoed in my ears as Billy started to moan and his pace increased slowly. He was saying something quietly under his breath... I finally heard it after focusing harder, fuzzy at first, but slowly ginning clarity as he pumped into me.
Oh...oh...oh
Mommy...this feels good really
Good...oh
Mommy...oooooh...I’m Cumming...
My eyes widened as I realized his young, virgin body had reached its limits.
In my prurience, I had neglected to even think of birth control. I realized I had simply thought of him as a source of pleasure; I hadn’t thought of his needs or his reaction. I had a little time to react and I was so overwhelmed with lust I simply pushed back until my ass was against his belly pubes, meeting his inexperienced thrusts. He continued for another moment or two until he suddenly stopped and wrapped his arms around me. Nature’s call would not be denied as his form molded to mine. I felt his dick began to quiver until he shot several long streams of thick, gooey semen deeply in my hungry pussy. My mouth was agape I couldn’t believe this was happening. The feelings of unabashed love were intense. Billy was moaning, his hot breath on my neck... I could feel the pulse pulse pulse as he emptied the symbol of his pleasure and manhood into me ... yes... my little boy had become a man this night... After his climax ended he continued to hump against me for a short time but soon tired. He stopped and lied there, still deep inside me as he slowly went soft and slipped out. I felt his embrace fade and rolled over and face the other way. When I heard him start snoring softly, I knew he was sleeping for sure, although a part of me thought he wasn't awake the entire time, or maybe only half awake at best, and he may not ever remember this, or think it was all a bizarre dream. as I felt his warm present ooze inside of me, one thing was for sure it wasn’t a dream, and the evidence of my wickedness this night might make itself known to the world in a very real, physical way, deep within my belly.
The thought, twisted as it was, made me even hornier
I rubbed my pussy slit up and down, thinking of what I had done that night, thinking of how sick I was, thinking of what I had forced my son to do, until I had another mind blowing orgasm, my chest heaving an I tried not to wake Billy. I would later realized Cumming again, given the situation , was not a smart idea, but I wasn’t thinking and, even if I was, my body would not be denied at that point. I felt weak, snapped of energy at both the weight of the events and the severity of the pleasure I could only sink back into the bed... I drifted into a deep dreamless sleep shortly thereafter.
My son and i were traveling across the country to visit my folks in California. We had been alone since his father left two years earlier. This was our first vacation together.
Bill is a strapping boy of 16, whith a lean figure and a dark complexion due to his black hair, brown eyes and tanned skin, owing to his love of the outdoors. I'm so proud of my baby--almost always on the honor roll, athletic, and having a conversation with him was like talking to an adult. He seems more mature than most of my coworkers.
When he was younger, he would sometimes crawl into bed with me when his father was at work, since he worked the night shift. So I didn’t think too much of it to just get one room when we stopped for our first night on the road.
They only had a room with a king sized bed, so we took it. We were both tired from the long road trip so we fell asleep quickly. Around two AM I had to get up to pee badly. When I was getting back into bed, I lifted the covers to get in; I could see that my son had a huge hard-on sticking out the front of his boxers. Shocked, I quickly lowered the covers and turned over.
I had just seen my only son fully exposed and fully aroused! I had never before been presented with such striking evidence that my child was a sexual creature. One time when I was cleaning his room I found a stack of pornography under his bed. And, you know, sometimes I would see the tell tale signs of a nocturnal emission when doing the laundry... but that was all circumstantial. Hear I was just presented with the source of it all.
Feeling daring I lifted the covers and stole another glance, this time angling it so the light from the window played off his throbbing shaft. A small dewdrop at the tip sparkled in the moonlight. Shamed at my boldness, I again pulled the covers to their normal position and tried to go back to sleep but it was impossible as my mind was going a million miles an hour. Impure thoughts were running through my head.
Although my divorce went down two years ago, the foundation of the marriage itself failed many years ago. I was attempting to remember the last time I had sex and I couldn't think of anything within five years, and it wasn’t even that good. I don't know what happened to the man I married. It eventually turned love less and the sex became horrible.
My thoughts turned to the wicked. Billy was definitely not a light sleeper--he regularly sleeps through thunderstorms and he once never woke up with the rest of the neighborhood when there was a loud car crash on our street. I turned the loneliness and the sight of my son over and over in my head until I became wet with desire. I wanted to do more than just see him.
Could I do it? Could I touch him?
I scolded myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? Touching my own son...Well it'll just be a little bit...
I turned on my side, facing Bill, keeping a close eye on his face. If he woke up the only thing I could do is pretend to be asleep myself. I snaked my arm under the covers until I felt his boxers. I found the hole in the front and pushed the material down, forcing as much of him out as I could. My fingertips brushed against his organ and wrapped around the base. I put pressure and slid up, squeezing out the precum that was inside... I felt the warmness in my hands I grabbed his skin again and started to lightly stroke him from top to bottom. His shape was curved, not unlike a banana. I was being more forceful with him as a heat began to grow between my own legs. This continued for maybe another minute before Billy’s cheek started to twitch and his mouth opened up. I pulled my hand away as if I were touching a hot stove. I was scared after this so I rolled over and attempted to go to sleep. I didn’t say anything about it the next day, but it’s all I thought about as I drove. I was so horny I thought about taking care of myself at the next rest stop but I couldn’t have enough time to myself without raising concern. I was so afraid that he would smell me... it seemed so obvious to me, but maybe he couldn’t tell from the back of the car. I was a nervous wreck the whole day.
That night, when we were getting a room, I asked him to just stay in the car while I checked in. This time I requested a room with a king sized bed.
As he was taking the bags into the room, I went across the street to the drug store and got a tube of astro-glide, hoping that I may get a chance to use it on this trip. I thought about how I could do this... I would definitely have to hide it , but make it accessible.
That night, after he fell asleep, I kept checking him to see if he had another hard on. after a couple hours, he had another one sticking out of his shorts again. I slid my panties down and threw them under the bed. I reached under the pillow for the astro-glide and squeezed a generous amount into the palm, which snaked between my legs and went up over my pussy. I was so horny I couldn't stop my hand and it continued to go up and down my slit with abandon. I started to pant and sense the feelings overcoming me but before anything happened I realized that I should get down to business before Billy’s body returned to its normal stage. I understand that when a guy sleeps its normal for their erections to rise and fall, in a cycle, so if I waited to long... I squeezed out a final dollop of astro-glide, which I tenderly put right at the entrance to my womanhood.
I gingerly scooted myself closer and closer towards him, facing away. When I felt the tip of his cock touch my ass, shivers ran up my entire body. Slowly, I moved towards the head -board to get the angle just right. I backed up again, resulting in his cockhead stabbing my inner thigh. The third push caused his member to slide along my entire pussy, causing sparks to shoot off behind my eyes. After a moment I reached down and positioned him at the right spot and slowly pushed back, feeling myself open up as his boyhood slid home, deeper and deeper, until his boxers were against my ass. As I sighed in satisfaction a thought crossed my mind.
I had just taken my sons virginity.
I just laid there enjoying the feeling of a cock inside me again. I didn’t wish to make too much of a commotion, so I reached down and started masturbating while he was buried between my thighs. I was already on edge as started this and the gravity of the situation overcame me. I continually slid my fingers up and down my slit, over my clit, and then back down, feeling my own son’s balls as they rested against me. I could only think that my son had returned to the place of his birth... and my body responded, as I went over the edge into uncontrollable throes of ecstasy. My toes curled, my mouth opened, my head went back, my eyes closed and wave after wave of electricity and heat flew though my body. I couldn’t help but cry out, but I tried to be as quiet as possible. I was rocking the bed even as I vainly attempted to sit still as the pleasure washed over my being.
The afterglow was delicious... my entire body was tingling. I laid there and flexed my pussy muscles, squeezing his dick, as I caught my breath. My face was burning from trying to be as still and quiet as possible. As I recovered, I felt him push his hips against me and moaned...I froze. I'm not sure if he had woken up yet, or if it’s just instinct, but he began slowly moving in and out of me. I had no idea what to do, so I just sat there, squeezing him with my loins.
His pace was slow yet rhythmical, and I was just enjoying it. His breathing quickened and I continued to squeeze him gently. If he was asleep, what sort of wonderful dreams do you suppose he was having? And if he was awake... what was he thinking right now? Would he have said something? Would he think I was asleep and this was a happy accident? Or would he be afraid, confused, and shamed? I was far to afraid to face him, to confront him, because if he was wake and I did then he would know it was me who did this, and that was a place I was not willing to go. If nothing else, though, he was enjoying it his hard on seemed to be growing and getting even harder. Surely if he was displeased or scared it would shrink, I thought to myself. This gave me a level of comfort, for awhile...
I simply sat there and took his gentle probing. As if to answer my thoughts, an unintelligible noise echoed in my ears as Billy started to moan and his pace increased slowly. He was saying something quietly under his breath... I finally heard it after focusing harder, fuzzy at first, but slowly ginning clarity as he pumped into me.
Oh...oh...oh
Mommy...this feels good really
Good...oh
Mommy...oooooh...I’m Cumming...
My eyes widened as I realized his young, virgin body had reached its limits.
In my prurience, I had neglected to even think of birth control. I realized I had simply thought of him as a source of pleasure; I hadn’t thought of his needs or his reaction. I had a little time to react and I was so overwhelmed with lust I simply pushed back until my ass was against his belly pubes, meeting his inexperienced thrusts. He continued for another moment or two until he suddenly stopped and wrapped his arms around me. Nature’s call would not be denied as his form molded to mine. I felt his dick began to quiver until he shot several long streams of thick, gooey semen deeply in my hungry pussy. My mouth was agape I couldn’t believe this was happening. The feelings of unabashed love were intense. Billy was moaning, his hot breath on my neck... I could feel the pulse pulse pulse as he emptied the symbol of his pleasure and manhood into me ... yes... my little boy had become a man this night... After his climax ended he continued to hump against me for a short time but soon tired. He stopped and lied there, still deep inside me as he slowly went soft and slipped out. I felt his embrace fade and rolled over and face the other way. When I heard him start snoring softly, I knew he was sleeping for sure, although a part of me thought he wasn't awake the entire time, or maybe only half awake at best, and he may not ever remember this, or think it was all a bizarre dream. as I felt his warm present ooze inside of me, one thing was for sure it wasn’t a dream, and the evidence of my wickedness this night might make itself known to the world in a very real, physical way, deep within my belly.
The thought, twisted as it was, made me even hornier
I rubbed my pussy slit up and down, thinking of what I had done that night, thinking of how sick I was, thinking of what I had forced my son to do, until I had another mind blowing orgasm, my chest heaving an I tried not to wake Billy. I would later realized Cumming again, given the situation , was not a smart idea, but I wasn’t thinking and, even if I was, my body would not be denied at that point. I felt weak, snapped of energy at both the weight of the events and the severity of the pleasure I could only sink back into the bed... I drifted into a deep dreamless sleep shortly thereafter.