Trip With Son

Someone asked: I’m 5 foot 3 inches, 128 pounds, B cup, brunette and I already explained my face isn’t very pretty, but not horrible. No pictures, not going to happen. I try to be a MILF…not a model or actress, but still a good body in a bikini at 40.

My son and I have been having sex since New Years. The first time was after more than a year of him getting bolder and bolder stealing my panties to jerk off in them and me letting him. The first few times I resisted, but I really want sex, even though I do get it from my husband. We were careful and I was scared at first, but more and more it’s exciting to sneak around. I feel like a high school girl. My son feels so good, he’s larger than average (not some weird big, just bigger…) and stretches me more than my husband does. He goes to college in the fall, so this is hopefully going to end. I say that because I know this is all horrible and shouldn’t be happening. Whatever our issues are, I don’t want to mess up our family forever. I imagine he’ll be off to college and find some girl his age and life will go back to normal.

We left for the college trip on Sunday afternoon. We’d be staying two nights, before and after his two college visits that day. The drive was uneventful though he was restless. After we checked into the hotel and go to the door of the room, my son all but attacked me. He put his hand down my jeans while I unlocked the door and he started grabbing my butt. He was in one of his hyper phases again, very anxious and frantic. I closed the door and begged him to be calm and go slow but that rarely works and he said “We can be slow later. I’m ready to go.” He stripped and was on one of the beds before I even pulled down my jeans. I crawled over him on the bed and gave him oral for a few seconds, but he said “NOT THAT!” and pulled me up to him. I mounted him and we started fucking hard. It always takes a little adjustment but this time he was in control even on the bottom and I was soon slapping against his lap. He hit all the right spots and I was able to orgasm when he did. His first load, especially since we hadn’t done anything for a couple of days, was so hot inside me and I could feel each squirt of his dick as he pumped into me. After the excitement of the sex he always calms down, and he did this time and we just laid there me on top of him.

We both had showers and got ready for dinner the first night. I surprised him by wearing a short grey skirt, black boots and a tight black sweater and a jacket that just reached my waist. I had on a white satin g string and matching bra. I knew I looked hot and he was excited, but not frantic like before. I made sure to flash him a few times. Dinner was excellent and quiet because the restaurant could only be so full, but I didn’t eat much because I knew we’d be back at the hotel soon. My son looks a little older than he is and I look a little younger than I am, but people probably still assumed I was 10 to 15 years older than him, instead of 22. I got a couple of stern looks from women and leers from men, but nothing outrageous (I kept thinking, “imagine if they knew”).

Sex that night was fantastic. My son was much slower and loving than before, less like the raw sex when we checked in. He spent the first few minutes with my skirt pulled up kissing my thighs and then eating my pussy. He licked and sucked on my pussy and clit for a long time and it was wonderful. He’s still a little sloppy but he felt so into it and hungry for it. We took each other’s clothes off this time. I had him suck on my breasts for a while as we lay together, his dick hard against my leg while we lay. When he finally mounted me he went slow and pressed in slow. Everything was nice and slow. We had sex longer and I coached him to keep slow and not go too fast. I orgasmed first and that just made his sliding in and out feel all the more sensual. He asked if he could go faster and I said he could. He pumped harder and we kissed as much as we could until he exploded. After, we laid together him cuddling me with his dick pressed against my butt.

In the morning we dressed casually for the interviews. My son was so nervous about his interviews that I had him sit down and take his pants off. I gave him a blow job to completion, something we usually don’t do, we usually have sex. He loved it and nearly choked me, but it felt great and relieved all the tension he had. We cleaned up and went to the college interviews. The first went so well that he went to the second one completely calm.

The night was planned like the first, a nice restaurant and the rest of the night in the hotel. This time I wore a nice dress that was slightly shorter than the skirt, heeled ankle boots and tights. I put on a black bra but skipped the panties since I had the tights on. When we got back to the room he licked me through my tights. We sixtynined for the first time, me on top. We did that forever, I don’t know how long, but I got him to go slow, not rush. He came hard eating my pussy while I blew him. We laid a while then started out having sex doggy style, but ended up with him on top of me again, pressing into me deep and having great sex for a while. I couldn’t believe he could still be hard. We then laid side by side with him kissing up and down my side, then me to him. We ended with him fingering me gently as we talked. By this time he was pretty much spent.

We talked about what we’re doing. He doesn’t want to see me leave my husband for any reason, so we’re agreed on that. Of course he wants to continue to sneak around. I guess sex is better than panties. He suggested he could schedule more college interviews so we could do this again.

Yesterday morning was the drive back home. I was paranoid my husband would try for sex as soon as I got home (he did), so I pleaded no sex with my son that morning. Instead, I blew him again and he fingered me. We messed up the other bed so it looked as though we slept separately…why, I guess guilt or to keep everything secret, but it seems a little silly now. After that we drove back to our daily routine at home, and spent the evening telling my husband and daughter all about the colleges, like nothing else ever happened.