Once I truly realized how much my boy had grown, how big he had gotten, I had a strong feeling something was going to happen we would have to keep secret.
He had been more bold in his words, very direct about complimenting my appearance, and had grown into a certain confidence I certainly found attractive. I began having very taboo thoughts to which I touched myself in bed late at night. I had visions of us together in ways mothers arenāt meant to be with their children, no matter how grown up theyāve become.
For months, I wasnāt sure if it was just me having these inappropriate thoughts and fantasies about my son, or if maybe he acted this way because he wanted the same thing I did. Then one afternoon he approached me after a shower, wearing only his damp towel. I couldnāt help but look at the way it hung on his hips as he came in with his usual flirty compliments. āYou know, Mom, I really like your hair put up all messy like that,ā he smirked. āOh yeah, really?ā I responded, blushing involuntarily as I often did in these exchanges. āDefinitely. Itās a good look for you.ā he assured me. I got bold, and in an impulsive moment, matched his energy. āWell, that towel is a good look for you.ā I couldnāt believe I was being so direct. āYou think so?ā he quipped without hesitation, āWhat do you like about it?ā
He had me trapped, or rather, I had put myself in the trap I created for myself. I hesitated, then stumbled, āWell, Iā¦ umm, I mean, it uhhā¦ it does show off your body very nicely.ā He grinned and stepped closer. My pussy swelled, and my eyes darted around, avoiding his direct gaze as he inquired further, āYou like my body, Mom?ā Still attempting to look away from his eyes, I noticed a very prominent bulge underneath his towel. My son was barely concealing what was clearly a rather large erection. I could hardly think straight. āOh, of course, baby. I like everything Iāve seen of you. Youāre very handsome,ā I replied, trying to sound as normal as possible, given the situation.
āDo you think maybe we could see more of each other?ā he asked in a more direct way than I was prepared for. His eyes looked me up and down as my thoughts raced and I failed to find a response that could redirect the conversation. In hindsight, I didnāt really want to redirect things anyway. This was what I had been fantasizing about for at least three or four months. The time had come.
I let go of my hesitation and embraced the moment. āI would like that very much,ā I said quite calmly while undoing the tie that held my robe, āIāll show you mine and you show me yours.ā My robe fell quietly to the floor, exposing my naked body completely. His eyes widened as he took a deep breath. āSeems like you appreciate what you see,ā I said after a long moment, ānow itās your turn.ā
He looked up into my eyes again as he let his towel drop. The erection that had been covered was released, and sprang upwards, standing at attention. I gasped audibly. It was gorgeous, at least eight or nine smooth, clean inches, veins wandering beautifully across and through the shaft. āOhh my goodnessā¦ā I said in a whisper as my heartbeat became stronger and my pussy swelled once again. My son smiled proudly, and asked āYou like it, then, Mom?ā
āOh babyā¦ā I murmured, my thoughts swimming, āItās perfectā¦ Yes, I like it very, very muchā¦ā I sunk to my knees without even thinking and looked up at my strong, handsome son, āLet Mommy give it a try..?ā was all I could manage to say. He nodded his enthusiastic consent, and without any further hesitation, I took his perfect cock in my mouth, slowly and steadily letting it sink deeper and deeper into my throat.
He groaned, āUnnnnghā¦ thatās so fucking gooooodā¦ā I continued my slow, steady pace, appreciating every inch of my son, feeling him throbbing inside my mouth. I tasted his precum and automatically started to drool, adding to the wet, inappropriate pleasure he was experiencing. āMmmmmā¦fuuuckā¦ donāt stopā¦ā he moaned as I continued.
This was going to be the beginning of a whole new chapter for usā¦
