Taking Care Of My Son

Everytime he slides that huge cock of his deep inside my pussy or ass, it sends shivers of delight powering through my body.
And he's been receiving my special love ever since his daddy died and his girlfriend dumped him, all in the same week.

A few weeks after his father's funeral I could see the deep depression in him. I knew he was hurting real bad, and so was I. But mostly because my son hurt.
I wanted him to know he wasn't alone, so I offered him to bathe with me.

After some initial shyness from him, we entered the bath tub I'd prepared. We then took turns washing each other, and it wasn't long before I was cleaning the full length of his enormous erect penis. At the same time he was soaping up my breasts with one hand and gently massaging my pussy with the other.
There was no rush, no need to bring our beautiful loving caresses to an end, so becoming entwined in our sexual embrace, when he kissed me passionately, I kissed him back.
His urgency did however build and I knew he wanted the ultimate love, I knew he wanted to fuck me.
Moving around in the tub, I knelt in front of him presenting my pussy and ass, but at that time I could get pregnant, so I told him to enter my backside.

The soapy water helped, but his size still hurt me a little. Plus it had been nearly eighteen months since his father had fucked my ass.
Even so, once he began to slowly thrust into my asshole, my body and mind knew they wanted him inside of me.
It was surreal, yet so beautifully right, and I knew once I heard his moans of sexual joy, I was doing the right thing.

His thrusts became harder, deeper and more forceful. To a point he was ramming his full length deep inside my butt.
And for me, the strangeness of it all changed to pure unadulterated pleasure as my first orgasm ripped through me.
He thought he'd hurt me at first, until I told him to "Carry on fucking your mom".
And boy did he do that. His release, his total exultation of cumming inside his mother's ass, was so wondered that when his semen erupted deep inside my bowels, my son cried with the utter surprise of his enjoyment, and the knowledge I'd always be ready to accept his needs.

When he withdrew from my rear, my son, the boy-man I loved with all my heart told me, he'd love to enjoy our coupling again. His exact words were "Mom, you're so beautiful, can we fuck again".

It was just one more step to invite him to my bed and let him devour his mother's pussy and asshole.
I taught him how I liked cunnilingus, how to gently lick in between my large labia, continuing on up to my clit, where I had my son lick and suck on my love bud, making me orgasm over and over again. And how to tease my asshole with his tongue, fucking his mothers rear hole, using his fingers and tongue together.

We spent a good hour giving each other oral sex, sex that cemented our passions for one another. Because in our laying together exploring every detail of one anothers sex, my son stated that for some time, even before he father past away, he'd secretly longed to fuck me.

But then I already knew that, just as most mothers who intimately know their sons.
I'd been purposely wiping my pussy with my panties after masturbating, when his father was ill. We couldn't have sex, so I'd masturbate daily, then leave my panties on the top of the wash basket. I'd see they were gone and listen sometimes to my son pleasuring himself as he sniffed my panties.
It always made me feel closer to him and I knew it helped with his fathers terminal illness.

It's been two years since my husband passed away. My son now shares my bed, and I'm no longer capable of having children. That means every day or night when my son needs his moms affection, he can fuck whichever hole he wants.
And believe me, he's always horny for his mom.