My son had one of those periods in life you would want to forget, ending eighteen months ago.
First of all he lost his father, who was killed in a motor cycle accident, which wasn't an accident if you account for the car driver being three times over the legal alcohol limit. A little over three months after we buried his dad, he found out his wife had been having an affair for over a year, with an old school friend of his. The consequence they split up after only two years of marriage. Then only four months before our confession begins, he walked in on his new girlfriend, as she was being fucked by two older men. And to make matters much worse, they beat him up as he tried to intervene.
He came to live with me and we soon developed a trust thing, as he couldn't get passed all his heartache. We agreed we'd be totally honest with each other and tell one another anything the other wanted to know.
At first, most if not all of the questions he asked was about his father. I'd answer them as clearly as I could, but only left out one thing, just how much I missed the physical side of our marriage. In other words how much I missed my husband tonguing my pussy and ass, and then fucking me.
Eventually he worked his questions around to why his wife then his girlfriend had cheated on him. He let me know he was well endowed, so why had they done what they did. After a few questions about their relationships myself, I finally asked him from his answers, if he ever went down on his women. It was then he told me he wasn't much good at it, as it would always always mnake him cum too quickly afterwards if he did perform oral sex on his sexual partners.
Nothing happened for a couple of months and I thought he was getting past his anger and pain. I myself was resorting to masturbation a lot, and using a dildo I'd gone and bought myself off the internet. And it was whilst I was using it one Sunday afternoon, he walked into my bedroom totally naked.
There was a look on his face of pure lust and I knew without having to think about it, if he wanted to slide his impressive looking cock into my pussy, I'd let him.
Instead my son said "I want to learn how to give cunnilingus properly and I want to know how not to cum so quickly afterwards. Will, can you, would you show me".
So eighteen months ago I had a dilemma to face. Either give up my body and sex to my son and relieve his sexual angst. Or deny him and risk him spiraling into an abyss of pain and sorrow all over again.
My reaction and this was totally natural, was to slide the dildo out of my pussy, open my legs wide so he could see everything and then tell him to come to me.
He lay between my legs and I felt his cock pressing onto my pussy mound. I kissed him as I would any lover and got the passionate loving kiss in return. We held each other tightly, kissing and moving to our own rhythm and carried on kissing as his cock managed to work itself almost into my pussy.
Holding him off a little, I asked my son to pleasure me with his mouth, I asked him to show me how he gave his oral loving to his women.
It was a completely frenzy of brutal licking, sucking and finger fucking that lead to me halting his five minutes of his attempts. It had been okay, but it was also too intense from the start. Helping him understand over the next half an hour about a womans needs first, I taught him how I enjoyed being tongued, manipulated by fingers vaginally and then had him perform the same inside my asshole. All the time setting a tempo with his tongue and lips with my clitoris. He calmed down and eventually began to give me one amazing orgasm after another. Once his mouth was driving me to such powerful climaxes, he understood to don't have to go at it like a bull in a China shop.
By the time I'd reached my fourth orgasm, he was surrounding my pussy, clit and asshole with his mouth and making sure each pass of his tongue was giving me the ultimate pleasure. Then and only then did I have him spin around to face his beautiful pulsating cock.
Gripping his shaggy hair, I pushed his face back into my sex, making him give me oral sex a little harder. At the same time I let his gorgeous cock slide over my tongue and enveloped it within my mouth. Slowly and with a knowing sense of his orgasmic reach, I sucked on my sons cock as if I'd always given him pleasure that way.
We melted together for suck a long time, and he was still giving me orgasms, only I was controlling the volume of their strength by concentrating on giving him the best blow job I could.
He told me raining his face away from my pussy and ass, that he'd love to fuck me. That was when I let the bull go wild.
Opening my legs and inviting him in, my grateful, wonderful and beautiful son plunged his cock into my pussy and took out month after month of pain within my body.
We kissed as I would have kissed his father. We fucked as if I was a common slut for him and him alone. And with his growing confidence, he withdrew, threw me over and drove his hard long pulsating delight back into my pussy sending me over the climactic edge once again.
On and on he fucked me from behind. I could hear the strain of his breath and the force of his powerful thrusts making my pussy sound like squishing noises. It was amazing and so wonderfully right, I cried a little. Not in regret or from any sense of doing something wrong, but from our love being perfect between us.
Then when I felt his cock bottom out deep and so hard within my pussy, I knew he was close. Telling him to quickly take my ass, he withdrew and slid his cock straight back into my rear passage. It was so wonderful and so deep up my ass it immediately set my orgasm off. And it was then my son made a roaring noise and came spurting his seed so deep within my bowels.
He collasped onto me and we lay there for some time as his cock softened, and eventually slid out of my ass. I did something then I'm so glad I did. I went down on my son and sucked in his cock tasting my juices on his cock and making him groan with pleasure. It gave me the chance to think in a strange way, and it also gave me the opportunity to show him, I would do anything for him.
From my position, I licked tongued and sucked on his cock, and I also did the same to his asshole licking up any drips of his cum which had leaked down to his ass.
Sleep was so kind and defining in our time together then. It was a break between our love making and the beginning if we wanted it to, in a new relationship. We spoke about what we'd just done and we both said we loved our time together. Kissing and fondling each other, I brought my son back to erection and had him lay on his back. Straddling him, I lowered myself over his body and guided his cock into my pussy. With his hands holding my breasts as they heaved up and down, I slolwy, ever so slowly, fucked my son and watched every single expression on his face.
When he came for the second time that day filing my pussy, I had him show me what he'd learned earlier and I had him feed me his sperm from his mouth.
We are living now as lovers, friends and as mother and son. I'm not going to say it's going to be forever, yet if he wants to only fuck me from now ion, I'm going to be there for him. If he finds someone else and he decides that it's all over, then I too again will accept and love his wishes.
Until then, we're going to enjoy each other and say nothing to the world, as we close the curtains.