"You wanna fuck me, ... don't you son"

A lonely mother flirts with her son only to discover a peephole in her bathroom a few days later. She can't resist the opportunity, ... neither can her son.

(Unlike my stories, ... this one is Fiction).

Being the wife of an officer in the military came with many challenges. I knew what I signed up for when I married him, I had no regrets. Roger was set to deploy in June. I was startled by the news, yet I knew I could depend on our son Derrick to assist me around the house while his father was overseas. Derrick was much like his father in many ways. He was kind and strong and always willing to lend a hand when needed, and for that I was very grateful.

The first few weeks were extremely difficult, yet I learned to adjust to his fathers absence. Just two months later, I began to struggle. It wasn't something I could share with my son, so I kept it buried inside. On the surface, everything appeared fine, yet those lonely nights were taking its toll.

Unmarked packages began to arrive at the front door soon thereafter. I tried several toys to replace what I was missing, yet my efforts were futile. Another week had passed and my need for pleasure was brewing. Having an affair was out of the question. Desperation led me down a path I never dreamt I'd travel.

It was a Sunday afternoon, Derrick was in the living room watching a football game. As I gazed into the bedroom mirror, I was pleased to see I was still well preserved for being forty-two years old. At 5'7" I still weighed one hundred and twenty-four pounds, Yoga kept my body firm and well-shaped. Like most men, Roger loves my long legs and my large chest (36D). I took a picture just then to send to my beloved overseas, I missed him so much.

I could hear my sons distant cheers as he watched the game, even his roar sounded like his father. Visions of Roger flashed in my mind as I began to dress myself in the mirror. I reached for my black panties and slid them on. I put my favorite black skirt on and brushed my hair in the mirror. As I held my bra in my hand, a sudden cheer erupted from the living room, it struck my hard, "Roger?" I whispered. A sudden rush of curiosity steered my head towards the bedroom door, my eyes became glazed, my thoughts were scrambled. I slowly returned my focus in the mirror, ... my body tingled, ... I slowly rested my bra back down on the dresser.

I stood motionless as I slid my white blouse on. My pulse accelerated as I buttoned it from the bottom. I paused at the last three buttons at the top and left them undone. I noticed the fingers on my left hand began to tremble, when I looked in the mirror, my nipples were hard. I gazed at my cleavage, yet I felt no shame. I slid on my heels and left the room.

My large firm breasts bounced with every step as I strutted into the kitchen. Clearly my need for pleasure was undeniable. The urge to reveal myself was growing. I poured myself a glass of wine which provided the courage I needed to proceed. I reached into the fridge and retrieved a single can of beer. I paused at the doorway before entering the living room, my heart was pounding. "Pretend you're not aware," I said to myself.

"Who's winning?" I asked as I now stood next to the TV, staring at the screen. He didn't respond. The roar of the crowd camouflaged my beating heart as I remained before him. I sat down next to him and placed that beer in front of him on the coffee table. "Is that for me???" he asked. "Yes," I replied. Derricks expression was remarkable. My braless appearance captured his full attention as he hesitantly opened his can of beer, "I can drink this?" he asked. "Yes, you can," I replied as I gazed into his curious eyes. His focus shifted from my face to my chest, then down at my legs that were aching to be touched. Due to his age, I was afraid he would flee, yet I was encouraged by his response to such forbidden stimuli.

I pretended to focus on the game while Derricks returning observations continued. My chest won the first quarter indeed. The second quarter belonged to my legs that were intentionally tossed & crossed for his viewing pleasure. I slid my hand down and released another button on my blouse when he wasn't looking. My breasts were pouring out of my top. I was violating every rule in the book of motherhood, yet I was forced to conduct this test.

I'm certain he saw the goosebumps that blanketed my legs as he cautiously stared at them. Desperation is what prevented me from retreating. I was basking in his pubescent weakness for the female body.

"Do you like it?" I asked.
There was a long pause, "... do I like what," he asked.
"Your beer," I replied.
"Oh, ...oh yes," he replied, as he gazed at my chest. (He is staring right at my breasts, oh my god, I can't believe this, my own son), I said to myself. I trembled when I realized that my son wasn't that little boy I once used to push on a swing anymore. His curious eyes stole peeks the entire game.

I shivered at the possibilities as I laid in bed that evening, alone. I fought the urge to touch myself as my thoughts deepened, yet my will to resist was diminishing. (Am I really going to cross that line?)

A few days later, I woke up to the sound of tapping coming from his bedroom. I rolled out of bed and slipped my robe on to investigate. When I opened his door I startled him, he quickly crawled backwards out of his closet.

"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm, ...... I'm just cleaning my closet," he replied so nervously. I saw a screwdriver in his left hand, yet I didn't pay it any attention, "breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes," I said, then I left his room. (I didn't ask him to clean his closet, ... what is he up to?) I asked myself.

He had a guilty smile on his face during breakfast. I was determined to find out what he was up to. As I took my morning shower my thoughts were racing. I was overwhelmed by the positive results my initial test provided. I battled my steadfast morals that were begging me to stop, yet my desires refused to obey. My body was pasted with soap as I groped myself, I just couldn't stop. I was re-living my braless evening.

Derrick was gleaming when I got out of the shower, his smile meant the world to me, especially now, I mirrored his smile in return, "I love you sweety," I said, "I love you too mom," he replied.

Over the next few days, I read and re-read every letter Roger sent. I smiled as I enclosed the picture I recently took into the envelope. I wanted Roger to know how much I missed him.

I began watching pornographic videos where I met people like Kay Parker, Honey Wilder, Jodi West and others who inspired me to forge onward. I found their portrayal of incest to be extremely alluring and worth exploring. This wasn't a subject I could share with my girlfriends, I was alone in my thoughts.

As a Freshman, Derrick was on the Jr. varsity football team. I picked him up every day after practice. I decided to see if I could lure his attention again. Before I left the house, I oiled my legs to a beautiful shine and wore some shorts no mother would dare consider. My thighs glistened during my drive to the school.

I tried to govern the moisture building between my legs as I sat in the parking lot. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him, the same pitter-patter I felt when I first saw his father. The moment he opened the car door he stared in shock as he sat in the seat. "How's my linebacker?" I asked. He silently gazed at my dripping thighs, "I'm good, ... wow, ... damn," he uttered softly. "Is that your new coach?" I asked, as I stared at a man with a whistle around his neck, ..."Derrick?", ... "Derrick???," ... "Oh yeah, he's tough," he said as he now looked away. That was the moment I realized Derrick was able to set aside our bond in exchange for pleasure, I could say the same. My pussy was soaking wet during that ride home.

I laid awake at night thinking about Roger while having incestual thoughts about our son. I no longer disguised the roar of my vibrator as it ricocheted down the hallway in the wee hours of the night. At times, I purposely cracked the bedroom door just to further taunt my true intentions. I purposely cried out to orgasms just to arouse his suspicion. Sometimes, I left my vibrator on the bathroom sink where I knew he would see it. My showers became longer with the help of my suction-cup silicone dong, yet I still had a craving.

(Remember when you startled him when you walked in his room last month?, ... the closet?) I asked myself.

Since he was in school, I decided to investigate it further. I didn't notice anything unusual as I sifted thru some things, but just when I was about to close the door, I knocked a box of Legos off a shelf which crashed upon the floor. Now it was I who was crawling on the floor, picking all of them up.

The base of the closet was dark, yet I saw a beam of light coming from my left. When I looked closer, I saw a hole about the size of a dime. When I pressed my eye into it my entire body shuddered! Before me was a complete view of my bathtub! "Ohhh my goddddd," I whispered as my pulse took off like a rocket, "he's been spying on me for a month!" I said. I rose to my knees and collapsed against his closet door, "I can't believe this," I whispered to myself. I gasped continuously knowing he's been watching me with that toy as well, I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe.

"Oh my god!" I kept repeating as I absorbed my findings. (Oh my god, my toy, ... I attach it to the chrome plate in the center of the tub!), I thought to myself. I quickly re-attached it and ran to the closet to see 'the view.' I gasped and shivered madly. The hole was carved around the edge of that circular chrome plate, the view was spectacular, "Oh my god", ... OMG. "My dear sweet boy" I said as I rested against the door. I rose to my feet and closed the door. The distance between his Lego-days and what I just discovered was immeasurable.

I staggered into the living room and plopped on the sofa, my thoughts were racing, my pussy was wet. (Someone has a thing for you too), I whispered to myself, ... "Oh wow, ... MMMmmm."

I could barely think when he came home from school. I tried to listen to his words, yet they fell upon deaf ears. As he spoke, I gazed into his eyes with a sense of wonderment. Clearly his needs had no boundaries, I could say the same for myself. I rattled with a nervous arousal I had not felt before. That thousand-yard-stare is true.

His stereo was thumping as I attempted to make dinner. Goosebumps found a home on my flesh and refused to leave. An image of Derrick FUCKING ME flashed before my eyes. I paused and held the countertop, my head was spinning. I turned off the stove and ordered a pizza, I just couldn't focus.

After we ate, I returned to the bedroom and plopped on the bed, my nipples were hard as a rock! (I don't know what to do, I'm so shocked by this, yet I'm thrilled to death at the same time. He's been watching me fuck that toy, ... omg). I gazed at the shorts I planned on wearing yet I now lacked the courage to put them on. My discovery launched my agenda into hyperspace. A few minutes later, I left the room wearing those shorts I laid on the bed.

I knew I was baiting a hungry tiger, and one of my own. He focused on my legs and my ass as I stood in the kitchen. (He's looooking) I said to myself. My heart was pounding like a bass drum. "Wanna watch Law & Order with me?" I asked. "Sure!" he replied, he hates that show. Derrick was forced to look past me as we watched the show, that was intentional on my part. I couldn't imagine what was going thru his mind, nor did he know what I was thinking either.

"I sent your father a picture, but he didn't receive it," I said out of the blue. "Someone took it," Derrick replied. I wondered which soldier was masturbating as he gazed at my body, my forty-two-year-old body. "I should have sent it on my phone," I added. "What was the picture of?" Derrick asked. I blushed, "I can't tell you," I replied softly. "Oh wow, yeah, ... someone took it," he repeated, "oh wow."

I trembled knowing he had an erection in those jeans of his. I crossed my legs several times during the show, and rather erotically. Displaying that much leg in front of my son would startle the average mother, yet I wasn't your average mother, not anymore. I waited for the courage to say what I wanted him to hear. When the commercials came on at the end of the show I said it, "I'm gonna go take a shower."

I could feel his anticipation as I rose from the sofa. "Thank you for joining me, it means a lot," I said with a motherly smile.
As soon as I closed the bathroom door, I knew my secret admirer would soon be in position. I trembled with both fear and arousal when I turned on the water. (I can't believe this!) I knew his view was spectacular, I've seen it! His range allowed him to see everything below my shoulders, EVERYTHING. I tried to pretend he wasn't there as I showered, yet that was impossible. Even the way I soaped my body became more alluring during that shower. It was beyond exhilarating. His secret wasn't a secret anymore.

In essence, the shower provided a way for me to taunt him whenever, and however I wanted. My showers became more frequent, and my baths must have driven him insane. Derrick wasn't aware that my discovery allowed me to spy on him as well, and that I did. Seeing his cock for the first time was, ... spellbinding. He was large for a young man his age. I witnessed my share of showers as well. It was addicting.

Driven by unbridled desire, I decided to test his limitations. "I need to talk to you when you get home," I texted. I was convinced that he suspected I discovered his voyeurism. "Is everything okay?" he texted back. To ease his suffering I texted him back, "everything is fine."

Dinner was unusually quiet. He sensed my nervousness, I felt his as well. "Meet me in the living room at 8pm," I said and left the table. "Okay, okay, ... is everything alright?" he asked. I didn't respond.

After dinner I sat on the bed and shivered madly. What I was about to propose would alter our relationship immensely, yet I knew it was something he thought about too. I decided to remain in my skirt and blouse I wore for dinner, there was no need to bait him, not anymore.

I lit the fireplace to create a sense of calm, then I turned off the lights. The ambiance was undeniable, my mouth was dry. Derrick recognized the gravity of the scene the moment he entered the living room. I turned and faced the fire, "bring two beers from the fridge please," I said while still facing the fireplace. I was shaking so bad I lowered down into the love seat, (calm yourself).

My knees were pressed together, my trembling hands were folded in my lap. I patted the seat, "come sit next to me," I said softly. His eyes were so wide when he sat down beside me. He waited until I opened my beer, before he opened his. The tension was unbearable as we sat silently, listening to the crackle of the fire. I yearned for the courage to speak.

"I miss your father," I whispered, ... I turned my head towards the fire, ... "I miss him a lot."

A few seconds later I turned my head back and stared forward as Derrick sat motionless, gazing at my profile. Several minutes passed in silence.

"I trust you won't say anything about our conversation this evening?" I asked softly.
"I won't say a word," came from a shaky voice. I turned my head and stared into his eyes for an extended amount of time, then I lowered my focus, "thank you," I now whispered.
Seconds passed before speaking, ...

"I want to talk to you about something, ... something you never share with anyone," I whispered.
"... Okay," he whispered.

Several more minutes passed before I spoke.

"............ I'm struggling Derrick," I whispered, .......I miss your fathers touch," I added as I lowered
my head in shame.
"I, ... let me finish," I whispered.

I readjusted my seating, now facing him, ...

"I purposely arrived braless to watch that football game with you," ...
"I wanted to see if I could gain your attention," I whispered so shamefully, ...
"... your response was soothing," I added as I stared off to the side..............

"I stared at the bulge in your jeans when you watched that Cheerleading competition on TV last week," I whispered ...

"I oiled my legs in a desperate attempt to arouse you when I picked you up from school that day," I whispered. Minutes later, I slowly raised my head and gazed into the eyes of my son, ...

"I have needs,....... you have needs too, yes?" I asked with hopeful eyes.

Derrick gulped hard and silently nodded his head, "yes." " ..........perhaps we could help each other in our time of need," I whispered, as I rested my hand on his forearm. His focus dropped to my knees, then he gazed into my eyes. "Derrick," I whispered. A shocked expression began to form on his face as his body visibly trembled.
"Does this frighten you?" I asked. He shook his head, "no, no it doesn't."
I raised my left leg and crossed them in his direction. I removed my hand from his forearm and rested it in my lap and turned towards him. When we locked eyes, I began to slowly unbutton my blouse as I gazed into the hungry eyes of my son. His gaping mouth encouraged me to forge onward.

"Ohhhhhhh my god," he uttered softly as I cast my spell upon him.
"You're the man of the house now Derrick," ... seconds later, I slowly opened my blouse with both hands, ... like the curtain at a Broadway production.
He gasped and stared in disbelief, he knew what I had to offer. I slowly reached for his hand and placed it on my chest, ...

"I need you," I whispered.
"I need you too!" he whispered so shyly.

"Oh god mother, ... yes, ... please, ... please," he whispered.
"I have an urge to kiss you Derrick," I said softly, "may I?"
"Yes, ... yes, ..." he replied.

I stared into his slanted eyes as I slowly leaned in his direction. "Don't be scared," I whispered. I focused my attention on his tender lips as I grew closer, now just inches away. I wet my lips and rubbed my nose on his, "Derrick," I whispered. I tilted my head, ... and gently kissed his lips.

The moment our lips touched I felt a jolt of reality, and fast. That soft tender kiss ignited something magical, something only Derrick and I could understand. We trembled in unison as we continued. I gaped my mouth slightly and gently introduced my tongue during that tense and exciting flash of arousal. He mirrored my efforts with a twist of his own as our kiss began to mature. Like a train leaving the station, our pace slowly increased as permission became more evident. Within minutes, we were engaged in a passionate, explorative kiss. (Oh my god, I'm kissing Derrick, I can't believe this, ... I'm kissing my son!)

When I pulled him into me, he placed his hand on my knee. It was so sensual, so heated. It triggered so many emotions, ... it was fearfully exciting. Suddenly, he drove his tongue deep in my mouth, as I throttled his mouth with some depth of my own. It was naughtily delicious, ... "Oh god mother," he said as he gasped for air, "oh yes," he squealed as he re engaged so quickly. He smothered me. I hit him with a volley of tongue that made him shake. "Derrick," I whispered as I paused and gazed into his eyes, "can I have another one?" I asked, "oh yes," he replied. He planted another one on my quivering lips.

We thrived, our hands began to travel to places that were once considered forbidden. Feeling his hand slide up my thigh lit my flame, it was so enticing, ... beyond enticing. That same hand landed on my left breast a few minutes later as I melted back into the sofa. I filled his mouth with a gasping exhale in response as the tempo began to race. "Yes Derrick," I sighed as he groped my chest. (Oh my god, I can't stop, ... I'm gonna go for it, ... Oh god), I slowly reached down and rested my hand on the bulge in his jeans. He quivered madly in response, a blast of air filled my mouth, "mmm," I moaned. There was no going back, we had reached the point of no return.

It was a frenzy and super passionate. We were feeding from each others mouths so hungrily, "Oh Derrick," I whispered then I thrashed him some more. This went on for ten minutes or more. I suddenly ceased and closed my eyes, I took a deep breath, ... "grab the blanket out of the chest and spread it out on the floor," I whispered as I wiped his saliva from my chin. He moved quickly. I removed my earrings and my watch and placed them on the coffee table. "This is moving too fast," I said softly.

His wide eyes were fixated as he spread the blanket in front of the fireplace, his breathing was erratic, so was mine. "Derrick, not a word about this," I said as I fluffed my hair. His expression was fascinating as he stood motionless, shivering with adrenaline. I rose to my feet and slid my heels off. The young man I once cradled now stood eye to eye with me, now a vibrant teenage boy. "What should I do?" he asked so nervously. "I'll show you," I said as I stepped closer. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, "I'll teach you," I said as I swayed to a silent tune. I leaned in and kissed him, "are you interested?" I asked with a tender smile. "Oh man, ... Ohhhhh yes," he replied as he held my hips. "Where did you learn how to kiss like that?" I playfully asked. He just blushed silently.

His labored breathing continued as he gazed at my bra, "would you like to see them?" I asked. He gasped heavily, "please," he whispered. "This isn't the first time you've seen them, is it," I said with a smile. He trembled with guilt. "I found the peephole in your closet," I whispered into his ear. He shivered madly. "I used it to spy on you too," I added. To ease his tension, I slid my hand down his cheek, "it's okay, ... I understand." I cherished his pubescent curiosities, and I told him that. "It's perfectly normal," I said. I slid my hands around my back and unsnapped my bra. He was shaking, I was shaking. I slowly pulled on my straps and showed him what he wanted to see. He gasped uncontrollably as he stared so wildly. I shivered in response, I shivered MADLY as he gazed at my breasts. I slowly removed his hands from my hips and placed them on my chest, "it's okay," I whispered. "Ohhhh my god mother," he said as he felt them in his hands for the first time, ... "Ohhhh my god."
"They're so beautiful, ... so soft," he said as he now cupped them in his hands. His eyes, his breathing, oh my. I leaned into his ear and whispered, "would you like to taste them?" I asked, "I won't stop you," I added. Derrick instantly started bathing my chest. I was stunned by how fast he attacked them. NO hesitation whatsoever. My knees buckled quickly spurred by the rush itself, my breathing was crazy too, real crazy. He was all over them. His mouth and tongue were very busy. "That's it sweetheart," I whispered as I panted loudly. I was losing my balance, "lay on the floor," I whispered. I was stunned by the pace, yet I wasn't about to stop.

I lowered down and placed my tits right in his face, oh my. Derrick attacked them again. His raging hunger surprised me immensely. His hungry mouth was open, his tongue was dancing, just licking my breasts. I held the back of his head, "yessssss," I whispered softly. "Suck your mothers breasts," I whispered.

I was melting under the heat of the scene before me. It felt so wrong, ... yet it felt so right. It was stunning to watch him. His hunger was real. I was so surprised by his courage, and so grateful. I rested my palms on the floor behind me and surrendered my soul with such delight. "Ohhhhh Derrickkkk," I whispered. He was inconsolable, so was I. "Ohhhhhhhh, that's so good, so good," I whispered. "They're all yours Derrick, all yours." I leaned back and absorbed every freaking second of it. I was dazzled by it.

Derrick always had an eye on his mothers breasts for many years, now he was indulging in them, ... he was flying high. He pressed them together, warming his cheeks, over and over and over, he smothered, ... himself. This continued for fifteen minutes or longer. I leaned forward and tugged on his jeans, "take these off," I said softly as he continued sucking my tits. "Take these off too," I said as I tugged on his boxers.

I froze when I saw his erection. I gazed with such surprise. "May I?" I asked. I held in in my hand, it was so large and heavy for a young man his age. "It's beautiful," I whispered as I squeezed it gently, "Oh sweetheart."

Derrick was fascinated by my interest, his expression was unforgettable. I placed my hand on his chest, "lay back," I whispered. Oh my, Derrick was on fire. He wasn't aware of his mothers appetite for cock, but he was about to find out.

He panted non-stop, he was freaking, so was I. Stirred by the intensity of the moment I lathered his pounding cock with long hungry licks. It was so bold, so outlandish to be moving this quickly, yet I wasn't about to stop. I shoved his young fresh cock deep into my mouth. Within thirty seconds Derrick blasted me with a huge steamy orgasm. It slapped my tonsils with a punch. "Oh sweeheart!" I yelled as he pumped and pumped my mouth full of cum. "AAhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhh" he cried out so joyfully as his body spasmed wildly. I gobbled up every drop of his forbidden seed. He lifted his head to watch his mother dine on his salty treat, yet I didn't care at all. I shivered with an enormous sense of guilt and arousal. It was so taboo, it made me want more.

"Oh my god mom!!!," Derrick yelped as he gathered himself, his panting still sounding. "MMM, sweetheart, my oh my," I whispered as I licked it from the sides of my mouth. As he stared at the ceiling, I began to remove my skirt, he noticed and sat up quickly, still gasping, "I wanna watch," he said so shyly. "I can't believe this," he said softly, "god, look at your body," he said. I tossed my skirt and panties on the sofa and intentionally posed my legs as he took it all in. "Do you like?" I asked with a smile. He just gasped in response. I felt so naughty. I was stunned by how fast this was moving, and so willingly. The way he looked at my legs made me sizzle. His desire for sex was written all over his face, his expression was, needful.

I scooted back and rested against the sofa, my knees still together. I ran my hands down my thighs in nervousness, yet to Derrick, everything was taunting, everything. "Do you wanna see more?" I asked as I shook with adrenaline. "Please," he whispered, ... please." "We are moving so fast," I whispered as I briefly hesitated. "Ready?" I asked, as my heart soared. He didn't respond. I opened my legs and gave him a view. His eyes were glazed, "Ohhhhhhhhhh mom," he whispered, as he stared so intensely. I spread them a little further as I watched his face. He was catatonic, he was in a trance. "You're so smooooth," he said softly.

I felt like the world was watching me seduce my son, I really did, it was frightening, yet it turned me on. I slowly began to rock a leg in an effort to stir his hunger. It was a moment I could almost hear the gasps from an audience, that didn't exist. "Nice & smooth," I whispered as I traced my fingertips so close to it. "Godddd mom," he said. "Oh my god," he kept saying as he gazed at his mother spread. "Don't be shy," I said as I planted a foot to the side. "What are you saying?" he asked as he nudged closer.

I slid a finger inside my soaking pussy and licked it off. Derrick about fainted. He looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Do that again," he begged. I repeated the process so erotically. "Don't be shy," I whispered. "Seriously?" he asked. "I won't stop you," I replied. He crawled forward, his eyes were glazed with lust. "Taste me," I asked, a phrase I never dreamt I would say to my son. My pussy looked like prime rib for a boy his age. He was frazzled.

Watching my son feel up my legs triggered goosebumps everywhere, ... watching him lick them was, ... *captivating* His youthful face sent a jolt up my spine as he licked my mature full legs. Our difference in age shined brightly. He panted like crazy. I gripped the carpet when he began licking my inner thighs. "Oh Jesus Derrick, that feels amazing," I whispered as my legs quivered so bad. He kept licking north, inch by inch. "I wanna eat you mom," he whispered. I tossed my head back, "... I won't stop you," I replied.

His final approach was so sudden, I felt his warm breath then, ... Ba'am! He took my pussy in one bite, his mouth was gaping, he was tasting his mother!!! "OH my god sweety, ... ohhhhhhhh my," I cried out, as he engulfed my dripping pussy. "Damn!", I said as I adjusted myself. It was I who was panting now.

I was stunned by his courage. I pulled my feet back allowing him full access, "Ohhhh babe," I whispered, "Derrick, ... ohhhhh my god, Derrick." I was stunned by his desire to eat my pussy. "Like that?" I began to say, ... "you like that?" The way he held my thighs was, ... omg. I gazed into the fire as Derrick nestled himself between my legs, as if he were going to stay for a while. I rolled my eyes back, "ohhhhhhh sweetheart." "That's it," I said softly, "eat your mothers pussy." I covered my own mouth after hearing myself say that.

The visuals were all consuming. Here I was, leaning against the sofa while my fifteen-year-old son was eating me. I could hear those imaginary voices shouting in my head, yet I only listened to those who were cheering me on.

His tongue was lapping so generously. I was trembling the entire time. "That's soooo good sweetheart," I said softly as I stroked his hair. Derricks tender moans were electrifying. "I love this," I whispered. Derrick was fulfilling my needs indeed. His tongue was gliding up and down my labia, drawing it into his mouth. He wasn't shy. He sucked on my pussy, "my son sucked on my pussy!"

I was growing close to an orgasm, I could feel it building inside me. I slowly ground my hips against his youthful face. My perspective was fabulous, my full thighs looked so alluring with Derrick parked between them.

"I'm close," I whispered.
"I'm gonna cum Derrick," I whispered.
My body began to tremble hard, "here it comes sweetheart! ... here it comes!!!!"
"AHHHHHHHHHH, ... ohhhhhhhh babe, ...Ohhhhhhhhh,....Jesus,...ahhhhh,,....." flew out of my mouth as I basted his face.
"OH god! Derrick," I cried as I held his head in place. My body rumbled so wickedly.
"I needed that so bad," I whispered, "so bad."

Derrick slid up and attacked my breasts again, "Yessss, ... get some more," I said softly as he ravished my breasts, "gobble them up." I loved watching him lick the bottom curve of my breasts so hungrily. He sucked my nipples so aggressively. He was on a mission, he was insatiable. His frantic pace was alarmingly exciting, as if I were going to change my mind.
His maiden voyage was in friendly waters indeed. I just lounged and let him indulge, "take your time," I said softly. Time stood still as we pleased each others needs with no hesitation, and no regrets.

Derricks virginity was on my radar, and the clock was ticking. A masturbation sleeve in the bottom drawer of his dresser was about to be challenged. I placed my hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him to the side. I gazed into his eyes as if I were surrendering my soul, he felt that too, I know he did.

With some hesitation, I crawled to the center of the blanket. I raised my left breast and began sucking on my nipple. His mouth gaped open as he stared in disbelief, "Ohhhhh wowwww," he whispered. He gazed away as he slowly primed his cock with a gentle stroke of his hand. "Look at that," he whispered as he watched my tongue encircle my nipple so erotically, then I slid my hand between my legs.

"I want you," he silently mouthed. His hungry eyes grew very excited, he was restless. I reached for his hand, "I want you too," I whispered.

Just watching him crawl towards me was captivating. His rigid cock hung like a missile between his legs. I gently placed my hand against his cheek, ...

"You wanna fuck me, ... don't you son."
"Oh god yes, ... please mom," he replied.
I leaned in and kissed his lips, ...
"it's time," I whispered.

I nervously pulled him on top of me as I slowly rested onto my back. He was panting like crazy. When I parted my legs, he dropped into position. That throbbing missile of his was pressed against my stomach, just inches away from glory. His ungoverned excitement was sensational to witness. His moment had arrived.

"You're the man of the house," I whispered, as I stared up at his eyes.

I trembled madly as he began searching for the door, his probing was so exhilarating. I tried to prepare for insertion, yet that plan just doesn't exist. I gripped his shoulders in anticipation, "lower," I whispered, ...

..."OH GOD!,......Oh shi_!, ...... Derrick!" I cried out,... "Ohhhhh sweetheart," I said with a sense of fulfillment. My body was convulsing uncontrollably as he pushed it deeper inside me. I squinted hard and gasped for air, ...

"Ohhhh wow!" I yelped as he drove it even further.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh sweetheart I, ... I ....... Ohhhh, ........ Oh Derrick," I sighed.
"Please don't stop."

Derrick moaned with a glorious roar. Given the forbidden nature the sensations were beyond elevated, they were incredible. It sent a shock wave through my body. I felt no guilt, no shame, all I felt was pleasure, ... pure pleasure.

For Derrick, it was monumental, and his first. Derrick continued to explore the depth of his mothers pussy as he panted and squealed with joy.
"OH mom!," he yelped, ... "Oh yes sweetheart," I voiced in return, ... "it feels soooo good," I said as I held his muscular ass in my hands. His young strong body felt amazing pressed against my aging frame. I felt so submissive. Our difference in age added spice to what was already taboo.

"Oh Derrick, this is amazing," I whispered into his ear, as he held my ass from below. I wrapped my legs around his back and basked in his affection. Derrick was filling me with cum, yet his stamina was unrelenting. I was overjoyed by his willingness to indulge in such an unspoken affair.

"It's so good, soooo good," he gasped.
"Yes it is Derrick, ... yes it issss," I added.

He continued to saw his mother in half as I relished in the moment. Every forward thrust sent a jolt thru my mind and body, it was truly electrifying.

"Fuck me Derrick, ... fuck your mother," I began whispering in his ear. Derrick was losing his mind hearing me talk to him like that.

"Ohhhh god mom," he uttered.
"Such a naughty boy," I added.

I was riddled with arousal, I couldn't believe we were fucking! "Give it to me," I whispered. "OOOoohhhhhhhhhh, .... ohhhhhhhhhh shit!!!," Derrick cried out as he shuddered another load inside me. His body spasmed violently as he came. I placed my hand on the back of his head and embraced him so affectionately as he emptied his final load inside me.

"No one will know," I whispered into his ear, "no one will know."
"Oh god mother, ... oh my god, ... that was INCREDIBLE!"

His youthful hands were still holding my cheeks from below. That alone stirred my psyche. He rolled off and gleamed at the ceiling with a glowing smile, "Oh mom, that was amazinggg," he said so joyfully.

Minutes later I held the countertop near the kitchen to gain my balance, my head was spinning, "I just fucked Derrick," I said to myself. I was overwhelmed yet shame was nonexistent. Still resting by the fire was my dear sweet boy, who was celebrating the loss of his virginity. I slipped my robe on, "are you okay?" I asked, as I stood above him. "I'm more than okay," he replied. I lowered down, ... "was it everything you dreamed of?" I asked. "It was so much better than I expected," he replied, as he gazed at me with a big smile. "I agree, ... wowwww." I kissed his cheek as we parted ways that evening at the end of the hallway, "good night sweetheart," I whispered with a blushing grin. That was the first night I slept without feeling deprived.

The following morning was a brand-new day indeed. When I rose to my feet my body was pleasantly sore, "mmm," I uttered softly then I slid on my robe and left the room.
The house was quiet. As I passed by the living room there on the floor was my blouse and skirt, my body tingled, my mind danced. I gazed at the evidence as I sat on a kitchen stool enjoying my morning cup of brew. "Incredible," I whispered to myself. I did something unusual, I reached for the phone and called his school.

As I prepared breakfast I could barely focus. Down the hall was my sleeping lover, the boy I've raised since the day he was born. The nipples he once nursed from, were hard as a button. "Good morning sunshine," I said as he appeared from around the corner. He hugged me so warmly, he didn't say a word at first, "How did you sleep?" I asked. "I slept with a smile," he whispered into my ear.

As we ate breakfast we shared some extended smiles. I tingled as he stared at my cleavage I no longer cared to hide. The vibe was tense yet electrifying, few words were spoken. I gave him a look as I sipped my orange juice. He blushed in response, his age was beginning to shine. I couldn't help but wonder what was going thru his mind. I seduced him.

I trembled as he stared at his watch, his bus was soon to arrive. "I better go," he said as he scrambled for the door, "where are you going?" I asked. "I'm going to school," he replied. "No, you're not," I replied. "I called you off, ... I told them you have a fever," I said, with a naughty smile. He immediately tossed his backpack on the sofa and cheered for joy, "omg mom, ... yes!" I rose to my feet, "I'm gonna go take a shower."

He had a fever alright, so did I. Now he was peeping on the woman who stole his virginity as I washed the evidence from my body. Following my shower, I went to the bedroom and wrapped my robe around my naked body and left the room.

I shivered with arousal as I sat on that kitchen stool, my cleavage, oh my. I crossed my legs and quietly read an email from his father. "Everything is fine, Derrick has been very helpful," I wrote to my beloved overseas. Derrick appeared seconds later, he was stunned by my attire. His eyes were wide awake, "damn!" he said. I was barely dressed. I raised my head and offered him a tender smile, "I'm emailing your father," I said. He wants me to send him a naughty video, I said with a giggle. "Really?" Derrick replied. "I could use a good cameraman, are you interested?" I asked. "Ohhh yes, ... absolutely," he replied. "I wanna talk to you in the living room in a minute," I said.

Even though I was barely dressed, I was calm when I sat down beside him. I rested my coffee on the table and crossed my legs, "how are you feeling?" I asked. "Very lucky," he replied which made me giggle. "I feel lucky too," I replied. He began stealing peeks at my legs, "you don't have to steal peeks anymore, ... you have permission to enjoy the view," I said with a smile. He gleamed silently, "okay." "Last night was incredible," I said softly, "I barely slept." "I didn't fall asleep till 5 am," he confessed so happily.

"Young men your age have a burning desire that can lead them down a dangerous path, ... disease, pregnancy, just to name a few," I said as I patted his knee. I looked directly into his eyes, "what you're seeking, you can find at home." I said. He inhaled greatly and nodded his head with a glowing smile. "No one knows, ... understand?" I said firmly. "Yes ma'am," he replied, he's never called me Ma'am before. I bumped his leg with my hanging calf, he looked at me, "wanna make that video for your father?" I asked. "Yesss ma'am." "Grab my phone and come with me," I said. I led him into our bedroom. "I'm going to go change into something more appealing, I'll be right back," I said to a young man who was thrilled to be there. Derrick has never seen his mother in lingerie, that was about to change.

When I stepped back into the bedroom his jaw hit the floor, "Holy shit!" he cried out as he stared so intensely. Black stockings, black thong, stiletto heels, I was ready to perform. "How's your fever?" I asked with a wink. He gasped in response.

I paraded around the room to taunt him before I began. I stared at his obvious erection in his shorts, "Jesus Derrick, are you always hard?" I asked. "Well, ... yes" he replied. "MMM," I uttered softly, "care to warm me up first?" I asked, as I tilted my head. I didn't have to ask twice, oh my, he was naked in no time.

This time, I crawled into bed on all fours, I arched my back, "warm me up mister," I said flirtatiously. He was dying, he jumped into position behind me, while standing on the floor. "Oh my god, look at YOUR ASS!" he yelped. "Let's be quick," I said. Oh my, Derrick railed me from behind, he railed me! He was so turned on by my lingerie and choice of position. He held my ass and pumped me full of cum, twice! It was fast.

"Ohhhhhh, Jesus Derrick," I said as I rested on the bed, "Oh my sweetheart," okay, ... okay." I brushed my tattered hair and took a breather before starting. "You are a tiger," I said as I hugged him so affectionately "I love tigers." I took a sip of my cold coffee, "Okay, ... Derrick, let's begin, ... Jesus."

When he gave me the thumbs up, I turned on the music and slithered into the bed like a serpent. I rested on my knees and began groping my large breasts. The tone of my voice had a cat-like purr. The juice I licked from my dripping fingers was actually Derricks forbidden seed. I sucked on my nipples as I stared at the camera, whispering things Roger wanted to hear. My cameraman was melting before my eyes. I arched my back and pointed my ass towards the camera, rocking my hips from side to side, freshly fucked, what a scene. I taunted Roger in every way. The video lasted about ten minutes then I blew him a kiss, and the show was over. "How did I do?" I asked. Derrick just stared at me like, ... "OMG."

Weeks turned into months. I pled guilty to grooming him, yet only to myself. Derrick was a willing student. "Is this all over when dad comes home?" he asked one afternoon. It just wasn't something I was willing to surrender, he was thrilled to get the news.

Derrick screwed my brains out for eight more months. It was obvious we were feeding from each others lack of control. Our appetite for one another was insatiable to say the least. It was all I could do to keep up with a horny teenager. I rented a room at Embassy Suites, with a king size bed and a jacuzzi, and more than once. It certainly raised the eyebrows of the front desk staff upon check-in. There were nights I slept in his bed.

I don't want to admit when his father was showering, we were having sex, but sometimes it happened. We took advantage of those brief moments of privacy, every chance we got. Morning blowjobs in the laundry room were very rewarding and became gloriously routine. A lengthy side-by-side 69 was our favorite. It was like having an affair, without leaving the house.

He was now a junior and 6'1". We continued to enjoy those moments we were 'home-alone.' The desire to date girls his age became fruitless. What he was seeking could be found at home. Loneliness led me down a path that blossomed into something cherished, ... yet unspoken. Our forbidden affair continues, ... the peephole in the bathroom still exists. / Carrie