Maybe I Crossed The Line With My Son

Awaking thirsty I went for water. Upon returning to bed I see a glimmer of light coming from the door at the end of the hallway. It was not a school night it was really late. Maybe my son fell asleep with the tv on. As I approached his door it was not the tv I heard. I was curious to what he could be doing and took a quick peek through the cracked door before entering. Wow. I was shocked and froze in view of my son stretched out on bed with one hand wrapped around and slowly stroking his stiff prick. My eyes were stuck between wide opened and spread legs giving me full view of my son's fat, long, and rock hard cock receiving his full attention. My breathing stopped as I remained quiet until my brain began melting with his every stroke and whimper. My thoughts were being penetrated by every detail of my son's body and its movement. My son was pleasingure himself and thought he was alone so I must leave and go back to sleep and stop enjoying his erotic behavior driving my adrenaline, heart beat, and desire for thrill to never before known highs. My imagination was in full synch with cock thumping, heavy breathing, hip rocking, and facial expressions. Motherness was clashing with lust and an ubearable itch for his dick. Realizing how well my son knew how to pleasure his large and beautiful dick while wondering how he might feast on me. Involutirly I was rubbing my clit and fingering my soaked pussy when I realized my son was about to cum. Then my son let out a pleasure scream and I watched his every wad after wad rapidly fire. This was the catalyst that sent tingles throughout my body. My legs shaking as they almost gave out as I was escating the crime scene. I wish I could have stayed and licked up his seman but at least we got to orgasm together, sort of speak. I managed to slide back into bed without awaking my husband only to think what if it was instead my son. My son did not hear my yelp or see me quiver away I wonder. Unless he wanted mom to watch him masturbe his well endowed meat. Let's see if it happens again. Now everytime I see my sons clothed rod of steel I try not to trace the outline knowing how delicious it looks. It would be wrong to crave my son just to work his loving fat dick into my needy pussy and then down deep. Working hard on me and proving that magic rythm until his dick explodes massive wads on my vagina walls. But only for educational purposes could I teach my son a thing or two. If I could just tinker with with my forbidden stud for a suck and a fuck I might be able to clear my thinker.