Family Bonds

For us it began with my son's needs being met after his motorcycle accident. Both wrists were broken, so I attended to his daily needs.

After a week he desperately needed a shower, so I helped him shower. It was totally different to helping him after the toilet, as I was washing his penis and balls. The inevitable happened and he got an erection.

Nothing took place, but I could see the look of desire on his face as my hands washed his hard cock and balls.

Later on he spoke to me about other needs. And I tried to ignore him. However I saw the rise in his shorts and I knew he would ache for relief.

Lay on his bed after agreeing to give him relief, I oiled his erection and masturbated my son. When he came he cried out my name and told me he loved me. Over the next few days I tossed him off each day. But I was becoming turned on myself doing it.

Then without thinking about what I was doing as I stroked his cock in the lounge, I lowered my head and sucked in his beautiful penis.

It had been nearly five years since his father passed away, so for me it was an extremely powerful experience. And it being my sons cock, I didn't just give him a blow job, I worshipped every inch of his cock and balls.

When he came, his cum flooded my mouth and I knew I was going to swallow it. But it left me raging for relief too. Again I didn't think of the consequences or our feelings, I just reacted and had my son lay on his back.

Mounting his face, I had my own son tongue me. I made him, forced him almost to lick and tongue out my pussy and asshole.

At first he was hesitant, but the reluctance soon turned into willing sex and my son gave me a prolonged tonguing, making me climax three times.

That was it, we'd crossed the divide. The unmentionable act that society said was totally wrong. But as we both calmed down after the sex, we told each other it was only while his wrists recovered.

The following day I joined him fully in the shower. His lower arms covered with plastic bags, I massaged his cock bringing it quickly to it's full straining hardness. Only this time, there was no masturbation.

Once my son was erect, I turned around, raised my right leg onto the low shelf and told him to take me. I'd made my decision that morning as I rose. Either we went back to nothing in terms of sex, or I was going to experience everything.

I'm not sure why at first, but instead of thrusting into my pussy, he slid his erection into my ass. I was no anal virgin believe me, as I love my ass being fucked. Yet it had been years since a man had taken me there.

My son later told me he didn't want to get me pregnant. I didn't know his reasoning when his cock entered me. I only knew it felt amazing and I wasn't going to stop him.

That first time it was hurried. It was rough and it was in some ways brutal. He put his arms around me squashing my breasts, but he couldn't grip me. So eventually once I'd gotten used to his size deep inside of me, I began to back onto his cock.

My son slammed into me with a ferocity no one has ever driven their cock into my body. It was if he was trying to become one again. It wasn't unpleasant, but initially I did just want him to cum. But that feeling changed.

It was like a beautiful overwhelming feeling of total joy that swept through my entire body and soul. My son calmed his thrusts a little and he hit the spot.

That sense of oness was complete as I orgasmed, and over the next few minutes as my son took his pleasure with my body, I continued to climax twice more.

His thrusting increased and I knew he was going to give me his seed. It was safe and my son unloaded deep within my ass. Every pulse if his cock was like mini electric surges and I wekcomed his final ramming of his cock.

We showered clean, then dried off. Neither of us speaking until I let him know we'd crossed the line and for me at least, there was no going back. He nodded and moved us into my bedroom. Laying me down naked, my son moved in between my legs and devoured my pussy and clit.

We spent the whole day on and off having sex. I let him know I could no longer get pregnant, and with that knowledge as the sun began to set, my beautiful son entered my pussy while we kissed on the rug in front of the fire.

My memories of these events are so vivid, so fresh in my mind. I have countless other memories now of our relationship since we began to have sex, but those are extremely special to me.

My son is fully recovered, yet sleeps with me, for now. We have sex at least once every day, with my son always insisting he goes down on me.

When and if he has a girlfriend, then our love making will stop. Until then we're both extremely happy to be giving each other the true love only a mother and son could.