Taste of the mother

His hands dug into the soft flesh of my huge tits until they bled. When I said, "I'm your mother!" for the third time, my first orgasm tore my pussy apart.

Isn't it amazing how one small incident can change a life forever? Sometimes we don't even notice it, but we just go about our busy lives, completely unaware that our little private universe has been derailed.

When I found a stash of pornography in my son's desk, I was surprised only because I didn't expect it. Part of me, the truly maternal part, was a little disappointed, but I quickly got over it.

He's a big boy, a teenager, I told myself, and I, on the other hand, wasn't so naive as to not know how young men view such things. What worried me was the kind of sex my boy was interested in. They were all magazines with stories about incest.

I divorced his father 4 years ago. Single mothers reading this know how difficult it is to raise a child without support in our circumstances. It hurt me even more because I come from a broken family myself. My mother died many years ago. My dad remarried and moved to Ukraine with his wife. My son never met his grandfather on either side, so he had no support even in his extended family. Whether that was true, I don't know.

Because of all this, I was afraid that Steven wouldn't be able to cope with his parents' divorce on his own, and I was right. He was a real problem child who constantly got into all kinds of trouble; trouble at school, fights, break-ups in the neighborhood, and even some alleged incidents with older men at the pool, drinking, drug use, girls.However, since he graduated, the boy has turned from a hooligan into a completely decent young man. Despite his bad grades, he managed to finish high school, albeit barely, and after two extracurriculars and, I must admit... his mother's blow job to the principal.

When I saw how hard he was trying and how serious he had become over the summer, I decided to pay for his private economics course.

It seemed like everything was finally falling into place... Until I found that awful dirty Magazine Cathouse, full of stories about mother-son sex.

I'm not someone who goes to church all the time and is disgusted by everything.

I myself like to read erotica, novels in which intimacy between two people is described in a more juicy way, because as a well-preserved 45-year-old woman, I still hope for a tender acquaintance, I often masturbate and think about sex a lot.

I've dated a few men since my divorce, but it all fell through. Unreliable people, what can I say. Married, but he lies that he's not, or he doesn't want to get serious about being single. I consciously sacrificed myself for the sake of my son, and now I feel like I made a mistake somewhere.

We had to talk about what was bothering me, nothing is gained by ignoring the problem, except for making the situation worse. How is he interested in incest? Is he just curious or would he try something like that too? I had a few questions that he had to answer....

I decided to do as the child and adolescent psychologist had explained to me; sit him down and start talking openly. I left his dirty collection where I found it, except for one magazine that I was going to use as evidence in the interview. I took that with me, put it on the kitchen table, and decided to study it in detail to try to understand what it was that fascinated him so much about sex between mothers and sons.

I was surprised that there weren't many photos, all just stories except for one photo comic about mothers and little ones. Sex within the family is the worst thing a normal person can imagine, and although I may not have been the most exemplary mother in the world, Steven could never have seen such a thing in our family. I kissed my cousin once, and that was when I was a kid, which was completely out of the question, and he could never have known about it.

Cathouse was divided into chapters, each dedicated to a different kind of incestuous fucking; cousins, aunts, grandmothers fucking their grandchildren, grandfathers deflowering their sons-in-law, fathers and daughters... I wondered which of these combinations would excite my son the most, and then, while leafing through, I came across an 'ear', a folded-over top of the page at the thickest part of the page, the one about mothers having sex with their sons. Was he jerking off while imagining himself fucking his own mother, me? If so, I couldn't think of a single situation in which he would have behaved inappropriately but that required closer analysis.

I wanted to understand what the joke was, so I read all 6 stories about parents fucking their children. Some of the children were literally children, although most of them were teenagers. The stories were definitely not written by professional writers but, given the quality and literacy, by some amateurs.

People who were turned on by it were either really incestuous moms and dads or kids who enjoyed such family sex.

That naivety didn't bother them at all, in fact, they were exciting precisely because you had the feeling that you were reading someone's true confession, full of words like cunt, dick fucking, tits.

Maybe that's why I realized that I had wet my pants when I finished the last one. I jumped into other chapters, family orgies, because the ones with the grandfather and uncle didn't interest me much. The whole time I imagined Steven reading about son coming in his mother's anus and how it turned him on. Was it a harmless fantasy about some imaginary Cathouse heroes or was he jerking off to...us? I should have been disgusted by both my son and the newspaper and all of it...but to my horror...I wasn't. He wasn't due home for another hour, so I ran to his room and got another issue and immediately turned to the incest section. I like to show off, like every woman, but to what extent the descriptions of mothers offering, spreading their pussies to their sons excited me, I couldn't believe it! I unbuttoned my jeans, put my hand in and rubbed the hole in my pants while I read. I wasn't imagining my son, but some strangers who were wicked enough to fuck kids. When I was near the end of the second issue, I already took off my pants, pulled my panties down to my knees and gently rubbed my drooling clitoris while slowly reading the fantastic decorintion of my dad's fat cock entering his daughter's pussy. Soon, mom and son joined in, and the parents brought their children to countless orgasms. Just then, I felt a pain deep in my pussy, and although I tried to hold back a little longer, I was shocked by a very strong climax. It was so strong that I almost didn't hear Steven putting the key in the lock.

"Hi...what's up..?"

"I'm in the kitchen, I can't hear you," I quickly removed my hand from my pussy and pulled my pants back on, throwing the magazines on the chair next to me. My face was probably red from coming, but he wouldn't notice, he'd think I was blushing over the fire.

He kissed me on the cheek and threw the envelope on the table, it seemed nothing was out of the ordinary for him, "This is something from the court," he pointed to the mail. "The old man wants more money. One hundred percent."
I looked down at my shirt and pants to see if everything was okay.

"We said you wouldn't talk about your father like that. He's still your...father, regardless of everything that happened between him and me, and he loves you like a father."

I didn't want to feed the hatred between them, even though I knew the kid was right. The old man didn't give a damn about him, the last time he called him was in the fall!

"He's a jerk and you know it. Open it, come on, open it and you'll see that I was right. He wants money, I guarantee it." He took a juice from the fridge. "Shit..." Steven was right. It was a letter from a lawyer. Only my full name was written on those envelopes, They asked for a meeting so that I could agree to transfer ownership of the weekend house to my husband! I could never forgive myself for not listening to the advice in time; my husband and I ran a business together, i.e. I ran it and he was jumping around like my errand boy showing whores a business card that said 'General manager' and wasting the money I earned, on sluts in different parts of the country and in the most expensive restaurants.

He wasn't stupid, when we were getting divorced he didn't want a share in the company at all because he wouldn't know what to do or how. This way the gentleman was unemployed, I gave him money to live on, and since the weekend house, like the house, is marital property, he was entitled to half, even though I built it all with my own hands.

I hated him...simply indescribably. I would have slit his throat right away if he had said something like that to my face and not through official mail, but for Tomo's sake I didn't want to create even more harm and tell my son what a piece of shit he had made.

"And? I'm right, right? He wants money..What a loser, motherfucker!" He sat down on the chair across from me.

"Don't give him another penny!" I looked at my son. He was wearing a washed T-shirt and Bermuda shorts. He had inherited his strong chest and muscular arms from his father, at least he had some use for that poor guy. But another topic awaited us. Let the lawyers deal with this.

"Listen...", I put the letter back in the envelope and thought about how to start.

"What now?", he was still furious with his dad.

"What? Tea! There you go," I picked up the Cathouses from the chair and slid them across the table towards him. "I found these in your room." I tried not to sound too aggressive. I didn't care what he was doing, I was worried about incest and that's what I wanted to discuss. "And fuck...", he was embarrassed, he just stared at the front page. I reached across the table and randomly opened it to a photo of a mustachioed daddy and a kid fucking. A blissful smile spread across the little boy's face.

"Yes, right in the ass...and motherfucker! That was my reaction too, son," I covered my face with my hands so he wouldn't see me laughing. I felt so sorry for him. "Sorry Tom, I wasn't digging through your stuff," I said when I managed to get serious. "I accidentally knocked over the cabinet and it fell out."

"Sorry to you...I won't...", he didn't finish.

"That's not the point. You're a student and you have the right to do and watch whatever you want. You don't have to apologize to your mom like some brat.

It's not illegal, it's normally sold at kiosks..." I turned Cathouse towards me, "Guys jerk off and shit, I know that." I thought to myself, older women do the same... I couldn't possibly focus on the conversation because my pussy was still hungry for another orgasm. "I'm not going to tell you how disgusting it is... I was worried that you have an awful lot of those magazines and they're all incest, incest, incest...

"I don't have that many..."

"Don't fuck with me, they're arranged by number, a whole 3 years!"

"So what!", he decided to defend himself, "I like erotic stories. You should just look them up on the internet." "That's not questionable," I grimaced, "But where exactly is the incest?" What a bitch... I jerked off to that too 15 minutes ago.

"What can I say... I'm sorry, okay?"

"You're sorry that I found them, to be precise. Well, I am and now you're going to answer me..."

"And what? How do I jerk off?!", he rolled his eyes. "I like it, I'm reading it and... what else do you want?", he didn't look me in the eye anymore.

"Look, I'm not crazy. I know that sons and mothers don't have much to talk about sex. But you are my son and considering that you went to therapy... and that we had all sorts of problems, which I wouldn't mention again now, it scared me that you were dealing with such weird things! Let me understand a little!"

"Jesus...you have nothing to worry about...I'm just reading that... Because it turns me on. The easiest way to jerk him off is to jerk off to moms and sons...", he blushed.

"Incest...that's what I'm talking about... that's what we're talking about!"

"Yes, yes, incest mom, incest!"

In some sick way I enjoyed the fact that he had just told me what he was jerking off to. The same thing I was...my pussy wasn't even close to dry yet.

"The thing is, incest is so...it's not like other pornography...porn, sex pictures or stories... This is...different. It's about people in the family. Moms and sons... Are you just reading that or are you imagining it...?"

The air in the kitchen became unbearably heavy as I read my son's answer. I had to know if my little guy wanted to fuck me!

When he finally spoke, he ignored the crux of the question, "That's why I love it, because it's family...and it's sick.

That's why it turns me on so much... And that's why I jerk off to it, Mom."

I couldn't help but laugh, "It's nice that you're so shy. Now that we've figured out what you're jerking off to, tell me...Are you pulling it on me?!"

His eyes fixed on an imaginary spot on the table.

"Yes."

My pussy was caught in a sudden tornado. "So...", I tried to control myself.

Why was that so exciting? "You should be honored...", I pushed a lock of my long brown hair away from my eyes.

"You know, I read a few of those stories, to see what they were about. Just because..."

" And ?”what "?. "So are they good to you?", he asked me as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

I couldn't tell him that I thought they were brilliant too.

"Mom... you didn't answer my question. Are they okay with you?", he was serious and very happy that the uncomfortable part of the conversation had passed to me.

"Oh God, we're not talking about my literary taste here, we're talking about you! I only read them to get to know you better, because I'm worried...", the image of Steven jerking off to me kept coming back to me.

"And did you get to know me, mother?"

"Stop that tone! I'm asking the questions here."

"You're avoiding the answers here, Mom," it became very uncomfortable.

"I'm not avoiding, I'm not trying to change the subject. We're talking about you... your interest in incest," I managed to make him look down. "But no problem at all, I'll tell you what I think about them... those stories, if you want," I squeezed my legs, "That's not written at all... but I understand why you like them."

"See? It didn't hurt, hahaha," he laughed. The bastard knew he had scored a goal for me. He made me admit that I liked perversions.

When he got up from the table, I noticed that his Bermuda shorts were very tight around his cock. It was the beginning of an erection, a swollen dick that made my mouth dry.

"Look, honey," I managed to speak only after a few minutes, "Read it as much as you want, I don't think I'm forbidding you. Now that you know that I know... you don't have to hide them anymore." I didn't expect the conversation to go this way. My pussy was aching, and a part of me got really excited at the thought of my son jerking off to his mother, who in this case was me. I couldn't ignore it.

"You said you jerk off to me... Does that mean you like the mom-and-son ones the most?" I tried to position myself in a position where I would have the least chance of spontaneously coming. This part of the conversation no longer made sense. Everything had been said. Like an old whore, I just wanted to hear my son say it again.

He finished his speech with his head tilted back, "Yes, about moms... and group sex for the whole family, where mom must be there." He nervously spun the magazine around on the table, "Ufff... I'm reading this and shaving on the two of us... Does that bother you?" He didn't sound at all confused.

"Hhhhh," I exhaled loudly through my nose, "Yes... I mean, no. It doesn't bother me. It's more worrying..." my voice mumbled. It didn't worry me at all, it turned me on like an animal. The two of us... shaving... Mmmmmmm...

That's why I was so wet between my legs. I knew full well that my underwear was soaked, maybe even my pants.

"In literature, there's a saying...it's normal for guys to think about their mothers at some point," I quipped, but I thought it was important to say it.

My pussy was twitching as I imagined myself having sex with my son...committing incest.

Steven was grinning from ear to ear, "That means I'm normal because I'm thinking about having sex with you." His honesty delighted me, "Although you probably think I'm a fucking sicko." I had to squeeze my pussy, very discreetly, so he wouldn't notice how strange I was acting. What I was most afraid of was that my trembling voice would give me away. I stood up and walked towards him, I ran my hand over his cheek, "No, I don't think you're...perverted. You're my son, I love you."

I was aware of how close we were standing, "That's kind of a compliment," I said into his chest, I didn't have the strength to look up, because the warmth of my son's body was already driving me crazy.

"The only thing... it never occurred to me that it could be like that, that I'm turning you on."

Are other women aware, who are probably now disgusted, how sexy it is when it happens to you, at the moment of realizing that your son wants you...? The excitement, sexual and in general, rejuvenated me, as if I realized that I was very desirable, still in the game...

"And you should be satisfied, mom. You look great, I don't give a damn that you're my mother, it's natural to jerk off to a guy like that."

He touched a strand of my hair, "You know... no one else...no one else turns me on like that. It's just you."

I felt the blood pounding in my cheeks. Did I somehow cause this? The way I dress? The fact that I often leave the bedroom door open? Walking around in only my panties and bra? Being more of a friend to him than a mom? Is it possible that, completely unknowingly, I am the one who ignited the forbidden fire in my son?

"It's my fault," I blurted out categorically. There had to be a reason for these feelings, some pedagogical trap I hadn't noticed. And now I had to solve it, but all I could do was sit there dumbly and blame myself.

Steven came around the table and stood behind me, "No, it has nothing to do with you. I jerk off... it's my fault, if you will. A psychopath, damn it. You didn't do anything wrong, I'm sorry... I just fell in love with you because you're... like that. A man can't possibly be to blame for that."

He wrapped his strong arms around my trembling shoulders and hugged me with a lot of submissive love. "You're perfect... And you have no idea how miserable I am that I screwed you up like this with all that nonsense." He kissed my hair and sighed, "How can you be guilty of being so beautiful... and having a damn idiot for a son." It was so comfortable in his arms, I calmed down, the crisis was over.

"You're not a damn idiot, son, and even less of a psychopath," I laughed and put my hands over his, enjoying the strong grip of his young muscles. I wasn't surprised at all when the tingling sensation in my pussy returned. I closed my eyes and imagined those strong biceps wildly stretching a teenage cock, and on me, while he imagined making love to his mother... a mother who was getting wetter and wetter.

"There's no woman who wouldn't like a boy like this jerking off on her. Honey, if I wasn't your mother..." The atmosphere was slowly returning to normal, at least we were able to talk, although we were both aware that the story was far from over.

Steven squeezed me even tighter, "But if it weren't you... I wouldn't be turned on. I know it sounds strange... but that's why they call these fucks incest. That's why that thing turns me on so much... Having your own mother...", he whispered the last sentence in my ear.

It wasn't just a youthful infatuation with an older woman. This was about forbidden fruit. I became aware of the intimacy of the situation we were in; the air was electrified, the positions of our bodies, our thoughts, and the state between our legs...all of it was far from normal. Steven's warm breath on my neck, the strong grip of his hands that had nothing to do with touching my mother...

I was seized by a panic attack, "Honey, you have to stop or...", I nervously moved away from his hot lips. I tried to free myself from Steven's hands but all I managed to do was lower them to my waist. I was definitely no longer in control of the situation. God, how did we get to this... and his lips were already on me.

"Or what?", he hugged me harder and kissed my neck. His lips sent electricity through my body, the kisses became longer and more sensual. It was a lover's clinch. "I love you so much, mom," he murmured in my ear. I was trembling.

"Or nothing!" I moaned excitedly as the sweet thrill from my neck flowed straight into my completely wet pussy.

What was happening to me?

She shouldn't have let him touch me like that, "Stop it now, young man, or there'll be shit!" I tried to sound convincing, but I don't think he took me seriously at all.

"I will, I'll stop, Mom. I just wanted to show you how beautiful I think you are," he spread his palms pressed against my stomach. They were right next to my breasts. "I'll move away as soon as you tell me...", he licked the back of my ear. I was shaking like the wind, and my son was speaking more and more hoarsely,

"Mmmm...you're so delicious...you have a sweet ear."

I chuckled unnaturally, "Stop it, now!" I was confused, crazy. The warmth of Steven's fingers just a few centimeters from my breasts was incredibly erotic. I wish I wasn't wearing a bra.

Of course I knew this was terribly immoral, but I couldn't help myself.

Some switch in my brain had been turned off, and the one in my pussy had been turned on as hard as it could go. I took my son's hands in mine, it was the only way I could stop him. Not by willpower. I held them just below my breasts and moved them over my sStevench. "Please, honey...you have to...stop doing that..." What was worst of all, I told him in a gentle, almost whorelike voice. His lips found the prickly hairs behind my ear, and he lifted his palms to the lower part of my mother's breasts.

"Somehow it seems to me that you don't really want me to stop, mother."

Now he was holding them both in his hands. "Do you really want that...to move away? Tell me honestly and I'll go." His hands didn't move, he just increased the pressure, he was squeezing my breasts. It was fantastic.

I didn't push him away, I didn't say anything, and that's why he became even more insistent.

He started to pull them, to measure their fullness, "I've always wanted that..."

I couldn't, I couldn't say a word. The warmth coming from Steven's palms paralyzed me. The little guy rubbed them possessively over my bra.

"No, no...are you normal...this can't possibly be happening...", I sobbed, arching my spine, and in doing so, I only made his neck even more susceptible to kisses. I put my palms back on his and somehow weakly tried to move them away, "This is really sick, son...l...l...ahhhh I don't want you to do this to me. Please, move away, come on”.

I couldn't be convincing at all when I held his hands and forced him to. I let him touch me, and it was wonderful. I didn't feel anything wrong, sick about it at all. My heart was beating like crazy, I could barely sit still from the cramps in my pussy that wanted to receive him so badly.

"Steven...cat...move away now," he started kissing me even wetterly.

"I will, mom, I told you. As soon as I feel that you really don't want me." He stuck his tongue in my ear and nibbled on my earlobe, "You've turned me on so fucking hard...", he felt my body react to his words, and he interpreted the silence as a green light to continue. He found my nipples with his thumb and started to rotate them, "And your tits... your tits are fantastic... You're a hottie to fuck. I keep thinking about your tits.

You know, how big they are and all... I knew they were like this under my fingers, as if I'd already kneaded you. I keep jerking off imagining me fucking you between them, mom. Does that disgust you?", he asked me innocently.

"Ahhh", I sobbed. "No, I... how

disgusting", I purred, thinking about my

son's cock. I decided that I would let

him touch me for a few more moments

and then I would stop this. "Stop it now.

I'm your mother, you fool," I tried to push him away, but the reminder that I was his mother only turned him on even more. So I did it again. His hands dug into the soft flesh of my huge tits until they bled. When I said, "I'm your mother!" for the third time, my first orgasm tore my pussy apart.

"I can't give you that, son, and it's punishable."

Every time I reminded myself that my son was screwing me, I came again.

"Now that's really enough, we have to stop," I panted like a bitch as he twisted my nipples. "Aahhh...", I was louder. My legs couldn't calm down, they were contracting and spreading without any control. When I forced them together, a shock would run through my cunt. "Oh, stop it... you're screwing your mother, you jerk...", I got horny once more and collapsed straight into my son's arms.

Steven only fanned the fire between my legs even more.

"Mom," he sighed with me, "They're so good," he squeezed one of my tits, "Let me see them, please, ahhhh...", that moan drove me crazy, it sounded like he was already fucking me.

"Are you completely crazy, there's no way! Those stories are made up, no normal person does that to their mom!", I tried to sound determined, but I didn't even move. My son continued to play with my tits.

"Please, no one will know. Just you and me... If you knew how much I love you, you wouldn't even think of not giving me that..."

He ran his hands over my body. I really didn't want him to stop, I froze and sobbed loudly. I came for the third or fourth time, I didn't even count. I was so incredibly wet that at one point it even occurred to me that I had peed my pants in confusion.

"Listen,. Okay...but just once," I didn't mean what I was saying at all. I wasn't even sacrificing myself. I wanted him to look at them, to stretch them, to do whatever he wanted with them. I enjoyed incest like the sickest whore and that was the only truth.

"On my word of honor, I won't stare at you anymore. I want to jerk off to you better, that's what I care about...", he lowered his hands and tried to take my shirt off over my head.

"Are you crazy? I'll show you them, but you won't take me off!"

I pulled my shirt back down, put my hands in and searched for the bra clasp. I managed to take it off, pulled it through the sleeve and threw it on the table. I felt like my wrinkled cups were looking at me reproachfully; a mother with her breasts exposed, excited because her son was going to work her naked!

I pulled the little one in front of me, spread my legs and pushed him between my thighs. Only then did I notice how hard he was and it drove me crazy. Before I could change my mind, I put his hands under my shirt and let him touch my breasts. I liked the incest more and more.

Steven was feeling them like a fool, "They're beautiful!" He took a deep breath, and when he got to know them completely, he focused on his nipples. "Mmmm... better than I imagined, this is crazy," he blurted. "They're so huge... and swollen! "Oh, if you only knew how many times I jerked off, fantasizing about fucking them with my dick!", he told me as if it were the most normal thing in the world, a topic that all mothers and sons talk about. He was so fascinated by my tits that he didn't even notice when I came again.

"We won't do that normally, just so you know...", I said quietly as my orgasm shook me. "Now and bye... don't even mention it to me again. I squeezed his legs hoping to find his dick, but unfortunately I couldn't.

"I won't, mom," he lifted my shirt up, "But they're so big... like in porn... You could watch them for hours." Then he moved closer and started kissing them. He licked and sucked both of my nipples and I shook uncontrollably. "Do you like the way I do this to you, mom? I think so...", Steven made love to my breasts.

"Mmmmhhhh," I sighed. He was right, it was fantastic. I was surprised at how gentle my son was as a lover. I would have expected a boy his age to be clumsy, rough like a young dog, but he handled them with incredible skill. To be honest, like no man I've ever been intimate with. "Yes, honey, it's really nice..."

I jumped as if I'd been electrocuted when I felt his hard cock on the inside of my thigh. I was both scared and thrilled that he was so big, and then I knew I had to stop this right away before it was too late.

"That's enough," I breathlessly pulled my shirt over my breasts and pushed his hands away. I stood up, picked up my bra and tried to walk, but I couldn't, my legs were wobbling.

"Don't ask me to do that again, son," I could hear the fear in my voice. I was afraid of what would happen if I let him touch me again.

My son stood in front of me and grinned contentedly. He didn't regret it at all, "I won't, I promise. "Just so you know, I'm not sorry we made out."

His cock was pushing his pants up insolently. I wasn't sorry either, but I didn't have the courage to tell him. He took another step closer. My bra fell out of my hands as I instinctively covered my breasts, "No!" I didn't trust myself.

That's why I couldn't let him touch me again.
Looking straight into his eyes, I saw lakes of endless love and I began to melt. It was a primal moment, a cosmic bond between mothers and sons over which one has no control. I took my boy's hands and placed them on my chest. Let him touch them, one last time.

"I love you, honey. But we are a decent family, we are not drunks and we are not allowed to love each other like that. Feel free to read Cathouse, but don't expect me to fulfill your fantasies." He slid his hands over my body and I felt incredibly brave, almost decadent and even more daring when I accidentally moved towards him and felt the tip of his cock. I came immediately.

"Jesus....!", I sobbed.

I hugged my son tightly, who held me tightly in his arms the entire time that fantastic orgasm. I needed all the psychic strength I had to break free from the spell that was swallowing us.

When we finally parted ways, Steven looked at me in awe, delighted by it all, but like a smart boy he knew it was over...for now.

"Mom, I love you. Just so you know." I couldn't take my eyes off his crotch. The rim of his cock was clearly visible, and it was sooo big that I had to laugh to myself - this old bitch had turned him on so much.

Without a word or further awkwardness, my incredibly mature son picked up the Cathouses from the table and went to his room.

"Mom loves you too," I said quietly as he left. I was still trembling watching my little one's sure, firm steps. My whole body was shaking, I wanted to scream, to call him back, but I didn't. I don't even know how many times I came. I hated myself for this weakness, this betrayal, maybe even more so because my orgasms had nothing to do with the ones I had experienced up until then.

They were crazy, 100% honest, the kind you can only have when love is forbidden. The seed was sown, and for me there was no going back. All I could do was want more, and that was unacceptable. Sick. I argued with myself, but it was all in vain. It was clear to me that normal, healthy, decent people don't do such things. There's no incest in decent families!, I yelled at myself and wondered why I felt so damn fantastic?!

My son's feelings both excited me and made me desirable. I was thrilled that he was into incest because he was in love with his mom, me, an average woman of my age with a few extra pounds. The only thing that could attract men's attention on someone like that was her long legs (I'm almost 175cm tall) and big tits.

I leaned against the balcony door and stared out at the garden, stroking them gently over the fabric, they were still burning from Steven's touch.

That afternoon, the collision of planets that I spoke about at the beginning of this true confession happened. We continued with our lives as before, but both aware that things had changed forever. I thought I should dress more conservatively, but I never changed my wardrobe, I wasn't that type.

I liked to provoke my son, that's what. Even now, while we were having breakfast, I was only in my bra and panties. I loved the way he looked at me, the way he looked at me and the way his pants burst. We both loved playing those games. We didn't talk about incest anymore. There was no need. We lived it.

Now, he shamelessly read his Cathouses, leaving them glued together in the bathroom, living room, and even in the kitchen. He regularly devoured them in front of me, which especially excited me. I would constantly glance down at his pants to see if he was hard as usual. What I loved most was to peek at the exact moment he tried to adjust it better in his pants because it was so swollen it was hurting him. And all the time I was hoping he was thinking about me while he was reading. That play would turn me on so much that I had to run to my room and masturbate.

When he was in college, I would devour every issue from the first page to the last. I can't even describe how sexy it was the first time I let him 'catch' me while I was reading them. It took me weeks to finally work up the courage, and then one day, in the kitchen... "Look, look!", he laughed when he recognized his magazine in front of me.

"Did you find anything interesting?", he pretended to look behind me, but he was actually interested in which one I was reading.

I tried not to blush, "Well, you leave them everywhere, son...", I apologized miserably. I had almost read all the stories in that issue and I was incredibly aroused. I had the feeling that they were getting hotter and hotter with each issue.

Of course I was raving about the fucking of children and parents, and if he hadn't come in, I would have already been touching my pussy.

"This one's good, isn't it?", he said, leaning over my shoulder and pointing to the title I was reading.

"It reminds me of you, mom," he gently placed his hand on my shoulder and began to massage my neck. He had the warm touch of a child.

I knew what he meant, but I wanted to hear how he said it, why the mom from the story reminded him of me.

"What do you mean," I asked 'naively'.

"Big tits," he giggled. Then he leaned over and kissed my neck a few times before continuing, "She's got tits and she likes it when her son kneads them."

"Jesus Steven, you're disgusting!", I blushed.

"And don't be so silly that you haven't thought of it too," he lowered his hand a few centimeters from my breast.

"What are you doing...?" I placed my hand on his so he couldn't go any further, and he suddenly pulled it out and kissed my cheek. "Enjoy," he left, laughing.

I wanted him to know that I read incest stories too. I knew that I was keeping that...incest...door between us open, but I didn't care. I knew them all by heart, especially the ones about mothers and sons that I was constantly masturbating to, especially if the plot was similar to what we had at home.

Steven started marking the stories for me to read first, the ones he thought would turn me on especially, and soon we started reading and talking about them together like we were at some literary evening.

"The new issue is out!" he said, taking food out of the bags, and throwing Cathouse at me, which still smelled of printer's ink. It was incredible how close
incest had brought us, we were getting closer every day.

"Great!" I laughed, but didn't turn around. I was only wearing a thin bra and panties and I didn't want my son to see how my nipples had become pointed or the wet spot on my panties.

We were sharing something forbidden and exciting, but I still didn't want to admit it to myself to that extent.

It was easier for me to tease him with my choice of clothes than with an open conversation about mothers and sons. His eyes fell on my body and it drove me crazy.

My see-through panties were pulled into my buttocks, so I had to adjust them properly. If he could see my body at that moment, he would have understood how much fun I was having driving him crazy.

"That's great, because I've read all the ones we have at home, some twice," there was something terribly strange about the fact that Cathouse had now become 'our' magazine. Still, I was blushing. Heat was rising up my neck, which Steven noticed. He stood behind me and began to massage my shoulders, as he often did. I was melting under my son's touch, "Mmmm...it fits...I'm all stiff from the damn computer."

His fingers slipped under the straps of my bra and pulled them down from my shoulders. My heart stopped beating for a moment, but he didn't do anything I didn't want to do, I told myself.

"I'm so glad, Mom. I've read them many times myself, especially the ones I marked for you. You know... about mothers and sons."

He brought his head closer to my hair and took a deep breath, "I think it's brilliant that we both read it, none of my friends do that with their mothers." He slid his hands a few inches, "I watched you read it... I know they turn you on just like they turn me on," now he hugged me around my sStevench and pulled me closer to his body. I felt my son's big erection piercing my buttocks through my thin panties, "And I keep thinking about when you gave me a little... And you?" He knew the answer well.

I made a nervous sound as he moved his hands over my body, "Steven, you promised, I thought we had an agreement."

That didn't stop him, he knew that I was dressing like this for a reason, and that reason was him!

I didn't run away from his tense cock, "Yes... I can remember that too. It was nice, honey... but when some things don't laugh."

I didn't sound convincing at all. I turned around and saw my pussy sitting right on his head. He lifted me up slightly and moved my hips back so that I had to look for his cock if I wanted to cum.

Horny, I centered myself on his cock again and pressed as hard as I could through the material. My whole body reacted. If we were real lovers, I would have fucked him right away.

"... I can't forget those tits of yours, mom," he whispered as he pushed himself into me from behind. His cock was nicely positioned on my wet hole, "But you know that very well, you're self-aware..."

His voice turned into a low, broken whisper and my son began to fuck me slowly. His cock fell into the gap between my wet, swollen lips, and only my panties and his shorts protected us from the fierce incestuous mating. We moved in the rhythm of the fuck, I twisted on my toes and tried to feel as much of my son's manhood as possible with my pulsating little one.

Then I turned around, hugged him and put my head on his chest, "I know, honey... I'll fuck you so you know, that's what it's all about." I moved my hips rhythmically against him again. He was so big down there that all my barriers melted like snow in spring.

I laughed nervously, trying to turn all this into a joke, "And I'm so glad we're so good to each other that you're always telling me those stories...", I pressed myself a little harder on his cock, "But we have to stop this now because you're going to mess something up again." My son's cock followed me.

He grabbed my ass from behind and pulled me towards him, "I'm already horny, mom," he pushed me harder. "Don't you feel it?", he held the head with one hand and circled my wet hole.

My panties completely melted. "Let's go make love for a while, mom... What's the difference? You're feeling good too, and I'm crazy..." He completely ignored all my pleas to stop, that it wasn't right, and that we said we wouldn't do it again... Instead, he reached under his arm and grabbed my breast, and continued to fuck me dry from behind.

He pinched my nipple, "This is the best bra you've got, you can see how horny your tits are," he switched to the other one.

"Jesus, son, it's like we never agreed on anything!", I sobbed as my legs went numb with passion.

"Get away," I whimpered weakly and rammed my pussy even harder into his cock.

"Let's do it once, huh? Don't play naive to me...I can see what kind of state you're in," he was already fucking me with quite convincing strokes, but still through my damn clothes.

Jesus, heaven only knows how much I wanted him. His head almost drilled a hole in my underwear.

"We can't, come on, get your act together, this is the best story, honey... this is not even in a dream!", I

concluded sadly and removed my son's hand from my tits. They hurt with desire, I would give anything to have them back immediately. "But they're so perfect. I love touching them," he murmured softly and startedcaressing them again. I let him go.

He took my tits in both hands and I auSteventically looked for his cock. I wanted to feel it between my lips again.

Regardless of all those layers of clothing, his cock went even deeper into my mom's pussy. He pinched my tits, squeezed them hard and I couldn't hold it in any longer; when he pierced my nipple the next time, I came explosively. My brain screamed for me to stop immediately, but my body begged for more. Tom's hard cock buried between my legs turned me on so much that I almost shouted for him to fuck me, to tear me apart like a sow.

But I couldn't force myself. Begging my own son for a dick...

I was turning into a spoiled slut, a slut who enjoys driving boys crazy. I fooled myself by telling myself that I was in charge and that I could stop this whenever I wanted, "Honey, you know that Mommy loves being with you...but you promised not to anymore," I challenged him.

"And how can I trust you now?" I lifted one leg to clamp my dick on his pussy. "See what you're doing to your Mommy? You've driven me completely crazy! Look at how I'm acting!"

We laughed together, and then he lifted my ass and thrust it against him, "That's awful, Mommy," this way he could enter me even deeper. He knew he could do whatever he wanted with me.

I had a strange feeling, as if we were already lovers. I wrapped my other leg around him, almost fucking his pussy, but I still decided that we shouldn't go any further than that.

"Enough, honey. There's no way we're...doing that. That doesn't happen in houses like this," I started laughing like crazy. I really sounded stupid.

Steven ignored me completely, in fact, he started massaging my ass, and even ran his fingers over my wet cunt.

"Are you 100 percent sure that we're...'decent people', mom? This doesn't seem like it to me," he kissed my neck, then frantically on my ears and shoulders and whispered breathlessly, "I fucking love you! I love you the most..." I laughed again. This time out of pure happiness. It was sick and kinky and bizarre, but I felt so good in my Tomica's arms that nothing else mattered, "I know, kid, I love you too...but you know that yourself."

I jumped off him, my dick was tearing the seams of his shorts.

"We have to be smart after all. Go to your room, I'll go to mine, we'll masturbate and calm down there.», I teased him.

I turned around and slowly walked towards my bedroom and there I jerked off hard, thinking about what my son and I were doing downstairs, how I was fucking him and how he put it over my panties so nicely. I couldn't wait for something like that to happen again! Later that night, as if nothing had happened, we sat on the couch together and read Cat. I was wearing a tank top and panties and Steven was only wearing cotton boxers. He read the story and handed me the magazine, "Oooh...this one's fucking hot, you'll see," he could tell by his smile that he had found a gem.

"Thank you, honey," and I started reading it right away.

When I finished, I looked at him and smiled, "Yeah. It's good."

I wasn't hiding. My hand was resting on my pussy. I was already so wet that my panties were wet up to my navel and completely transparent.

Steven grinned, filming me in the crotch, "That's what I thought. The best part for me is the part where mom convinces her son that it's good for him, hahaha," we both laughed.

"Why don't you give me a blowjob, I mean for my own good?", we burst out laughing again.

Oh, if only I had the courage to nestle between his legs and suck that young,juicy cock well. The good thing was that I was no longer ashamed to watch him get an erection. The little guy also enjoyed sitting with his legs spread, with his pants up, and I kept wondering what he looked like and what he tasted like.

The guy was super built, like a swimmer, but what fascinated me most was his perfect ass and that incredible cock.

We started talking about that beating quite openly. Once I ran into him on the stairs and since he didn't see me, he ran and stabbed me in the sStevench with an erection. I laughed and said that someone's kidney would pop out with that cannon if they weren't more careful. It was a joke, but from then on I became even more obsessed, I had to feel him enter my pussy, spread it, fill it and fuck me energetically.

"I'll be more careful in the future, ma'am," he replied cheerfully, then looked down at his stuffed pants and said, "Maybe you should hang a red rag on him?" He was just going to driving school and was all about traffic rules.

"Great idea... and underneath it says, Mommy, be careful!"

Once I saw a new issue of Cato at a newsstand in town. To the horror of a girl my age who worked at that newsstand, I bought two issues and ran into the house all excited, "Look what I found! A special with incest stories!!!!", I proudly took them out of my bag. I felt brilliant, reborn. It was the first time I had bought them myself, and I was shaking as if I had bought a ticket to some elite sex club.

Every day I became more confident in our intimacy. I no longer felt the slightest bit guilty about the way my son and I lived. We were immeasurably closer than any woman will ever be to her child, and I was fucking proud of that.

"Is this yours?" he teased me, knowing full well that I couldn't wait to get my hands on this month's incest mommies and their curated sons.

"Of course it is! I almost started reading on the bus, but it didn't feel fair without you."

At that moment, it occurred to me; Where had he been buying this stuff all this time?

We live in a pretty run-down neighborhood where you can only buy newspapers in one fruit shop, and they don't even have Playboy there, let alone Cathouse.

"Son, where do you buy them?"

"Either at the newsstand on Maksimirska, or in a sex shop, the guy sells them in sets."

"In a sex shop?"

"Yeah, when I go get the DVDs."

"Next time we could go together, I haven't been in years," I thought, thinking that a new vibrator would be useful.

"What's up, Mom," my son winked at me, "Admit that you need a new vibrator, you burned this one... You horny bitch!" "Is that how you talk to Mom?!", of course, I wasn't really angry. I immensely enjoyed having open conversations with Tom, "But if you really have to know, yes, I need a new vibrator. This old one is already running out of steam," it was fun to tell him things like that. "There's this kid who keeps teasing me, you know..."

He sighed seriously, "Uh, Mom, I know exactly how you feel! I'm also driven crazy by an old chick. I jerk off to her at least three times a day."

"And my boy turns me on so much that I change the batteries in my vibrator every day..."

The sexy conversations and touching just kept getting more frequent, and I didn't do anything to stop it. One evening, while I was watching TV in the living room, Steven sat down next to me, but he wasn't interested in the program, he came to read in the company. He stretched out next to me, holding a printout of the latest incest from the Cathouse website in his hand. He was wearing his favorite loose Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt. And even before he sat down, I noticed how hard he was already. My pussy immediately got wet, because through those fucking shorts you could see every vein that ran through his young cock.

"What are you watching?", he obviously wasn't interested in the TV at all. "Housewives," I replied, trying to follow the action both on the screen and in his shorts.

We both jerked off often, but according to some unwritten rule in privacy. Now I had the feeling that he had come to expose himself to me with his dick, as if he felt that everything was going to pass tonight. He was twisting, as if by chance, tensing his muscular chest, moving his erect penis, flexing his biceps. He looked like he was completely, almost shamelessly enjoying his body. I was glad that we 3:20had such a relationship that he wasn't at all embarrassed in front of me. I even teased him that after that story he would immediately go to the toilet to jerk off, to which he just smiled wisely.

I was also becoming more and more loose, the bras I wore were completely transparent and most of the time I paraded myself in front of my son in a thong. That turned him on the most.

"Fuck, I don't even have to read anything anymore to jerk him off. I just remember what you look like in a thong!", he followed me around the house like a dog and touched my ass.

Then he stood behind me and whispered in my ear, "Mmmm, you have such smooth skin, Mom," and ran his hands over my clitoris.

"You could come while I'm caressing them..."

To my surprise, and it was very pleasant, he immediately knelt down and showered my ass with a bunch of tender kisses, all over my bare, round buttocks. "What a pig you are!", Iinterjected, adjusting myself better to his kisses, "Ah... son, you're tickling me!"

I fidgeted provocatively, "Honey, I don't think you need any special motive to jerk off, you're always horny as hell!"

I felt incredibly alive, half-naked, my ass wet from my son's kisses, playfully jumping around the kitchen as if I were his lover.

"And why do you think I'm horny? Because of you, mom... Which doesn't mean you can't help me jerk off..." he licked my groove.

I felt his tongue sliding between my buttocks and I instinctively wanted to spread them apart with my hands, but I couldn't cross that line. When he finally stood up, his cock was so erect that it completely stretched his shorts.

"Wow! I'm glad I helped!", my son and I have long since outgrown that kind of innocent fun.

It's actually incredible how easy and fun it was to act sexy towards him. My guilt completely subsided. I loved having him kiss my ass and it was great to show off to him. I wanted him to look at me and do all sorts of things to me.

"Fuck, mom, just stand there... I'll cum right away," he lustfully grabbed his dick over his shorts and jerked off.

I laughed, "Sorry, dude, but your time is up. If you want more, you'll have to pay extra."

My pussy was completely soaked, and the cloth that was supposed to cover it had turned into a wet, transparent triangle.

My son stared at my cunt, "What a slutty mother you are, you're just teasing me," he laughed.

"I'm embarrassed too."

A wet stain was also spreading on his shorts. That wonderful, transparent liquid was dripping from the head of his penis.

"It's a shame it's going to end like this," he looked at me sadly.

I innocently ignored his comment about my wet pussy, "Oh, poor mommy's darling. I thought you liked it when mom teased you."

I placed my finger on the wet circle on Tomi's panties, under which the horny head was poking out. "It seems you're stimulated enough!", I chuckled and jumped away so he wouldn't grab me.

That completely fucked him up.

"If you can touch me, I can touch you!", he took me between his legs, and I allowed him to place his palm on mommy's wet pussy.

His middle finger pressed against the moist slit.

"Now yes, now I have material to jerk off without fail!", he laughed and pushed his finger inside me and out.

"Leave the door open and I'll listen to you," I gasped.

"I'd rather you look at me."

"Maybe...once," I laughed wickedly and let him figure it out.

Such groping and arousal became a daily occurrence in our home. I kept staging situations where he would take off my bra straps, and of course his hands would always end up on my tits. I would let him play in complete silence for a few minutes while we just looked at each other, without a word.

Once, while we were hugging, Tom's cock somehow made its way out of my panties and found its way to my pussy. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it. "You'll catch a cold if you let him be naked outside," I said breathlessly as he thrust into my panties.

My body turned into an open wound, a bare nerve. His hands were still on my tits, and I was pounding his head with my pussy.

"Then maybe you should put him somewhere warm. I know a nice place... nearby," he whispered and meaningfully rammed it into me dry. It killed me that he, like all boys, went out, because it meant he wasn't home with me. I would fall into severe depressions when he didn't touch me for a few days, and I missed the sight of his young, muscular body. On days when I knew he wasn't going anywhere, I was noticeably happier.

"Are you going to read tonight?" I hoped he would figure out how much I wanted to see him horny.

He knew exactly what I wanted, so he would tease me, "What's up, Mom? Are you horny?"

We both laughed, but I was dead serious.

I just smiled a little and said, "Maybe."

My son knew I was. I was really horny.

While he read that night, I stared breathlessly at his panties and watched in admiration as he got hard. His cock was incredible, bigger than usual, I thought. At least eight inches long and so thick that my hand surely couldn't wrap around it.

He touched himself over the cloth, pulled it a few times and then stopped.

I watched in disappointment as he pressed it to my sStevench and then removed his hand. I was dangerously eager and decided to do something about it. My pussy was terribly steamy, I spread my legs to cool it down.

Steven sat up and looked at me. He seemed pleased that I was looking at him.

"I have to pee," he stood up, ran his hand over his balls and headed for the toilet.

"Who's going to challenge me now!" I shouted after him. I sat breathless, as if I didn't have a single bone in my body, and something was tingling between my legs. I adore his young body, and with each passing moment I cared less and less about how far it would go. A year ago, all this would have been unthinkable to me, but not now. I couldn't resist, I was wearing material thin enough to be able to pinch my pussy through it. In a moment, after a fierce finger fuck, I was so wet that my cunt had a nervous breakdown.

When I heard him coming back, I quickly crossed my legs and pretended to watch a series. I wondered where he had been for so long, and when he returned, there was no sign of an erection in my son's shorts.

"My turn," I got up, not hiding my wetness. Of course, I was disappointed that he wasn't hard anymore, but I didn't dare show it. When I came back from the bathroom, Steven was playing with his cock. His hand was in his underwear and it was clear that he was jerking off.

"Are you having fun?" was the only thing that came to mind. I stood over him and watched his hand quickly fly over his cock.

"Mmmm..you have no idea how," he grinned at me cheekily. He didn't slow down at all, "And I'm thinking about you, you know." An innocent smile spread across his face.

"But I'm going to cum right now. Just looking at you and my balls are going to explode “.

"Flattery always works," I watched his hand move and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Do you know how I feel when you're straining like that?" I sat with my legs spread and stared at my son.

His chest was heaving as he masturbated, and he did it in a way that wasn't at all discreet. I listened to my breathing, it was rapid and intermittent, and every now and then his cock would flash out of his panties.

This torture lasted for several minutes, without me even blinking. I had the feeling that he was going to come at any moment, and in front of my mom. A quiet sigh escaped my lips and at that moment Steven turned his head towards me.

"Are you okay, mom?", he looked at me innocently. He was still holding on to his cock. He knew that this was too much even for our sick relationship, but he didn't care. With some sensors, a sixth sense, he felt that this night had special rules.

I couldn't take my eyes off his cock, I said, looking straight at him, "Okay? Of course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be. Why wouldn't I be okay? Just because you're jerking off in front of me?",

I pointed at his hand. How could he do this to me? He knew full well how I felt.

Did he think I was made of stone? That I didn't feel, that I wasn't a woman? Did my son think it was okay to be so shamelessly jerking off?

"Jesus. Sorry. I won't do it again," he pulled his hand out of his pants. "I'll never do it again."

He wasn't sure what was happening, "I thought you liked looking at me," he innocently ran his finger along the entire length of that wonderful cock. "It turns you on when I'm hard..."

"No... Yes, I like looking at you...don't stop. I'm so confused! You know I love you, I love watching, you're just being rude!", I said under my breath.

"Whack it! I know how itchy you are.

don't care."

My son wasn't looking at me, his gaze was directed lower. I followed his eyes all the way to my spread legs. His hand was on my pussy.

Steven laughed, "And you're not...having fun, mom?", he stared at my hand with increasing satisfaction.

I wasn't even aware that my hand was there or that I was fidgeting with it while looking at him. The wet cloth got stuck between my swollen lips. I quickly pulled my hand out and, all red, started, "Steven, I...uh...you're embarrassing me, son!"

I tried to make a serious impression, but I couldn't do it. I smirked, and it was clear to both of them. He caught me jerking off and jerking off. Our eyes met, I laughed, "Well, I'm only human!"

"Me too, mom, me too. But if you want me to be polite..."

"Mmm, no. I wouldn't want that, son.", I must have been really funny, because Steven burst out laughing.

"Then I won't be polite," he got himself into a nice position and started jerking off for me. "It's really cool that you want to watch me, you know."

My lips were dry, I couldn't speak or look him in the eye.

"Yeah... I guess so... You want to watch me get ready..?"

My hand slipped between my legs again and stuck to my pussy. So what?

It turned me on for him to watch me masturbate. What harm could it do? | spread my legs even wider so he could see better. I pulled the wet cloth out of my swollen lips and pushed my fingers back into my pussy. "I like it when we're perverted together," I desperately rubbed my cunt.

"Me too, it's much more fun this way," he stretched out his hand. His cock trembled.

"Last chance for you to see him," he stood up and waved his cock in front of my eyes. He clung to his pants, "Just fuck him. And then I want you to show yourself to me like this," he pointed in the direction of my pussy.

"Of course, love, that's why mom loves you so much," I removed my fingers from my pussy. I pushed the material into her with one finger and smiled at my son, "It turns me on when you look at me, and lately I have to be horny all the time.

That's your fault."

I pushed my finger even deeper, "See? Your butter!"

Steven licked himself, fixing his gaze on the hole I was deeply fingering. His cock popped out of the rubber on his panties, "Don't stop, Mom, I'll be right back!"

He ran towards the bathroom. As soon as he slammed the door, I pushed it all the way to the side and savagely pressed myself against it with my whole fist, which made me cum in a moment.

At the same time, I was thrusting my fingers into myself and twirling my clitoris between my index finger and thumb...all while thinking about my son's cock.

I imagined myself taking it in his hand and jerking it off. Every time I thought it was sick, I only got more horny.

I continued to fuck like that, listening to the sounds from the hallway. I thought he was jerking off there too. Who knows how many times he came that night? I even thought I was erect to see what he was doing, or at least eavesdropping, but I wasn't. And then he came back, as I had feared, with a soft cock.

I was disappointed that he hadn't even noticed that I had unbuttoned my pajamas and that my breasts were spilling out in all directions. I wanted the little one to see them and want to touch them again. They were crying out for his touch.

He seemed to be pretending that the last 20 minutes hadn't even happened.

As if he were from another movie, he stretched out on the couch and started reading again. I was so frustrated that he was ignoring them that I almost buttoned up again. I looked down to see what it looked like; deep cleavage, two white mountains of stiff nipples. Since the little guy wasn't looking, I started playing with them myself, laughing at my own wickedness.

When that didn't work either, I groaned, but Steven just kept reading. In the end, I was panting like a horny bitch. If he doesn't pay attention to me now, I'm going to explode!

"Are they interesting in this issue?", I asked, drawing his attention.

"Aaa, there are some great ones," he looked at my tits in surprise. My nipples were abnormally swollen and the boy noticed. I quickly looked to see if he was already showing any reaction, and yes, his dick was swelling.

"Jesus, Mom! You know how your tits turn me on!" He started jerking off again.

I waved my hand, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't even notice!"

I laughed, looking at my almost completely bare tits. "I'll button it up, you're horny enough as it is," I pretended to really button it up.

"NO!", he shouted, "Why are you doing that? This is great!", he gasped and squeezed his cock even tighter.

"So what?", I decided to turn him on a little more, "Do you want to watch my tits or how I touch myself?" I put one hand on my pussy and twiddled my nipple with the other.

"Fucking mom, there's no way I'm going to make up my mind! And why should I even have to choose? I love your tits, I'm crazy about them, and you know very well what I think about it when you stick your fingers in."

He jerked off to his mommy with increasingly firm strokes, "You're fucking sexy," his eyes were half-open and he was looking at me from his tits to his pure cunt.

"You don't have to choose, honey," I laughed and pointed at the erect cock he was squeezing, "As long as you're like this for me."

I pulled my shirt off my chest and shook it as if I were cooling off, just so he could see them better, "It's really hot in here, don't you think?"

He accepted the game, "Yeah, I'm kind of getting the heat too..."

Now I fanned my panties in the same way. My son's dick was poking out dangerously from his boxers as he jerked off on mom.