My name is Alison and I'm a lone mom. My husband died six years ago, leaving me to bring up our son Jason. Jason's now 20 years old. It's been real hard for us as we don't have any back up from grandparents either. My parents died when I was in my teens (car accident) and my husbands parents, although they were around just after he died, live across the country from us.

Myself and Jason built up a very close relationship after his father died, which only diluted a little when he started to date his last girlfriend. They'd decided to get engaged after seeing each other for only a few months even though I thought privately, they were both too young. But I supported them anyway. Then four months ago Jason walked back into our home crying and his hands full of blood. I asked him why he was upset. Eventually he told me he'd just found his fiancee in bed with another guy. He'd called round to his so called friends apartment to find them having sex, his naked ex friend apperently taking a beating.

That night I held my son like I did when he was child. The closeness and the warmth of our love was there and very obvious. His hurt was mine too and I just hated to see him in emotional pain. We both slept on the couch that night holding each other. The next day Jason moped about our home like a lost kitten. Around lunch time I asked him if he was going to be ok, he said "yeah, at least I can trust you mom". Those words hit home to me and put a thought in my head, a thought I should have never been thinking. All the same later on, I asked Jason anyway.

I'd had the thought in my head all day afterwards, and the more I went over what I had in mind, the more I convinced myself it was right. Around bedtime I got myself ready and shouted down to Jason to come and see me. When he walked into my bedroom I was fully waiting to receive my own son. What Jason saw was his mom lay naked on the bed, with her legs spread and with her hands playing with her breasts and pussy.

I look back now and realise how badly it could have gone. It didn't. Jason walked over to my bed, sat down next to me and leant over. At the same time as we kissed passionately for the first time, Jason also moved my hand and replaced it with his left hand. Feeling his fingers slip inside my body for the first time, will stay with me forever. Breaking off the kiss I asked Jason "Will you make love to me". His reply was to slide down my body, put his head between my legs and begin to kiss his mothers vagina.

There was no rush, no animalistic sexual release. We both knew each others emotions and we both knew instinctively what to do to please the other. Getting Jason to undress as he knelt between my legs, I saw my sons penis fully erect for the first time in my life. His engorged cock looked beautiful. As he went to go down on me again, I asked him to turn around so I could pleasure him too. In a sixty nine we spent whatever time it was giving each other sexual relief and Jason giving me orgasm after orgasm. Jasons tongue was lapping away at my vagina and clitoris, sending pulses of sheer delight through my body as I took in the full length of my sons manhood. Each orgasm I had gave me more impetus to make sure I licked and sucked my sons cock and balls, as perfectly as I could. Holding his ass cheeks I forced his entire length down my throat, which made Jason cock erupt. His semen filled my mouth and throat and it was so womderful, so perfect I swallowed every single drop, sucking his cock until I knew he was dry.

We both slept naked holding one another all night and awoke the next morning facing each other. When I opened my eyes Jason was already awake. When he held my hand and moved it down to his penis, it was already fully erect. There was no reasoning needed for me to know what I had to do or to what Jason wanted. Turning over so Jason was spooning me from behind, I guided his cock into my waiting pussy. His cock stretched my pussy as it entered amd made me moan with sexual need. Once again our love making wasn't fast or manic, it sensual and slow. Jason slid his cock inside me with long deliberate strokes, each one filling me entirely making my body cry out for his sex.
Moving his arms around me and his hands onto my breasts, his fingers began to play with my raised nipples. That's what brought on my first orgasm. His pace quickened slightly when he heard me orgasm and call out his name, his whole hands sqeezing my breasts as he thrust hard into me for the first time.

It was Jason who asked me to turn over. I was lay on my back when Jason entered me again, his cock if anything seemed to be harder, thicker and more beautiful. Putting his hands either side of my head, he leant down and we kissed. We carried on kissing as his cock thrust into me time after time. I put my legs around his back and parting our kiss for a brief second or two, I asked my son to fuck me. Jason thrust into me once more, but even then it was a loving push into my body. It was full and hard, but it was also done so I would enjoy the sex too. Building up our rhythm together, we began fucking one another, making love to one another.

We were still kissing, Jason hands were roaming all over my body. My breasts, my ass and my face, when Jason started to thrust in harder, deeper and I knew he was about to cum. For second time in a few hours my body received my sons sperm. Jason slammed into me with each thrust of his wonderful cock, making me cum once again just before he finally stopped fucking me. Our tongues were entwined as his cock slipped from my pussy and I knew at that moment, no matter what, I'd give everything to make sure my son would be happy in the future.

It's a happiness I've been ensuring he has over the last four months, as each night he joins me in bed. We don't always have full on sex. But when he wants it and how he wants it, I'm always ready and willing to give him precisely what he needs.