Ever since I started masturbating quite young – and before I knew what it was actually – I have always been very interested in sex, physically (as most of us normally are as healthy humans) but also mentally and emotionally. I have no real way to gauge the degree of that interest because unlike what we see on this website, most people are not that explicit with others about their sex lives. The readers of Literotica are a rarefied set, not a good sample of the general, walking-around interest in sex that most people have, for obvious reasons; i.e., we would be selecting from a group that must be very interested or they wouldn't be here. If one observes much popular media, one would think that friends and couples spend hours a day talking explicitly about their sex habits and interests. Well, not among my set. When we do happen to stumble into the topic somehow, it is all very indirect and general and it is hard to determine when someone is joking or serious. So I have no real insights into whether or not I am more sexually interested than other females my age, social position, health etc. I just know it is a very important part of my life.
But – and here's the point of all this finally – my interests consist of two parts. One is innate; it is just who I am. Periodically, maybe once a week or so, I NEED to have an orgasm, no matter what sexual environment I am in. For the last few years for example, when I have had okay but fairly infrequent sex with my husband, over the next few days the need increases below the surface and then I will notice that everything that happens causes me to think about sex; I then realize I need relief. As I said, this biological need caused me once to seriously consider having an affair. I didn't, more because of circumstances than anything else. But, for the most part, large chunks of time can go by when I think about sex infrequently or in some low-key way.
But the other, perhaps larger, part is sexual need is situational and environmental. It takes some kind of stimulation or reciprocity to catalyze a quiet, biological need into something much larger. I believe this is the case with almost all of us, certainly females, but not just females, I suspect. I consider myself submissive (now that I've figured out what that means!) so perhaps I am more prone to this phenomenon, but we all need some sparks in our lives, not just in sex but in many parts of life – interests, hobbies, job, education. Even for those considered we can all benefit from added stimulation. As for sex, for many of us – including me – it may include fantasizing about sex, reading an erotic story, seeing a good-looking guy, daydreaming etc. But, I think we will all admit that live person-to-person stimulation is best when it is available.
Whenever I have a sexual catalyst come into my life, like my son, then my sexual interest and energy gets a huge boost. Having Josh around, when we are active sexually, makes me quiver and feel so sexually alive and keyed-up that it pervades all my thoughts. I've read that having good sex not only satisfies at the time but it also stokes the desire to have more good sex. That is certainly the case with me. I get rapacious.
But, even in that state, by and large, I can continue to function like it isn't there. I can run errands, have conversations, do my job, read a challenging book etc. and on one level I can concentrate but another, deeper level, I am also thinking about sex. And if I check myself, in those situations, I find my panties plastered to my pussy from my leakage. In short, I can compartmentalize but it is always there.
So, after the sex we had that I described in the last chapter of this story, we both had things to do for the rest of that day and we got on with them. We also mutually decided that we would not sleep together that night so that tomorrow we would be fresher and well, hornier for each other. I was relieved because, at some point, at my age while I have the desire, I probably couldn't function with wall-to-wall sex over an extended period of time. I am multi-orgasmic but I'm not And Josh, while being a very healthy and very hormonally-driven young man, also has his limitations – I think. So the interlude was good for both of us. But, believe me, while I could function, the experiences of the day and the expectations of tomorrow were never far from my mind. When I took a shower that night, I soaped up as usual but I was reminded of Josh soaping me up earlier in the day and I was almost weak-knead with desire, and when I got out of the shower, I put my foot on the counter to dry off between my legs and my pussy was completely wet, not from the shower but from the copious juice I was excreting.
I was finally able to get to sleep that night. I was up early the next morning and was sitting, still in my robe, having a second cup of coffee when Josh walked in the kitchen. He is always ravenously hungry so he got a bowl the size of half a basketball and filled it with cereal then added a pint or two of milk and wolfed it down. We didn't talk about the day or yesterday's sex at all; just small talk about his impending move. I was so apprehensive and skittish about all this that I wondered if he had changed him mind about our trip to the lake.
I was cleaning up the dishes when I found out differently. He walked up behind me, wrapped him arms around me from behind, reached inside my robe and grabbed both my breasts. "Ah, your nipples are so good Rita. I'm gonna suck them later. I have some big plans for you today. It's morning and you were wet yesterday so you know you're my slut for today />
Any concern I may have had was gone. "I always pay my bets Josh. So today, I am your slut to do anything you want to with. I love your hands on my breasts." I could also feel his hard groin pressed against my butt. Now I was doubly glad we waited because it was evident that we were both very stimulated again.
"Let's so upstairs. I want to dress you before we go."
"Dress me? I can dress myself young man," I responded laughingly. "I think you have other things in mind."
He swatted me on the ass – hard! "Remember Rita, you're mine for the day. I can do whatever I want and I am going to dress you."
So we went upstairs. Of course, he knew where nothing was so I had to show him where I kept each piece of my wardrobe. He had me sit on the bed to wait for him. I had to admit this was very exciting. One of the things I had actually taught Josh about sex was the excitement of anticipation. I think he would have developed that anyway over time but like most young men, he sometimes wanted very quick gratification. But he finally learned to enjoy being sexually excited, to let it build up.
He came back in the room and showed me the panties he wanted me to wear. I was surprised to put it mildly. They were plain cotton ones! I can't stay that I have tons of sexy panties but I do have several thongs, brief bikinis, and a couple that are sheer, and one my husband bought me a long time ago that is crotchless! But I didn't comment. Maybe it had something to do with me being his mother or something.
I reached for them to put them on but he had other plans. He leaned down to hold him and I stepped into them. Then he kissed me deeply, open-mouthed, tongue probing as he pulled them up my legs and over my hips. He kneaded my buttocks and pressed me to him and continued to kiss me. He straightened the panties around my legs in back and also then positioned them in front, over my pussy.
Then he sat me down on the bed and pulled a pillow over and told me to lie back. My legs were dangling off the bed so he moved me back on the bed so I could put my feet on the edge and he opened my legs. Just like yesterday, after he'd fucked the hell out of me, he stood to look at me; the only item of clothes I had on were my panties. This one act was so amazingly exciting to me…him watching me like an owner proud of his property.
Before I go on with this narrative, I want to elaborate even more on something I said in my last chapter of this saga. The look of rapaciousness and hunger are so important to me. Imagine me, I am over 40 – but not much more so mind you. I didn't have a perfect body. My breasts were nice but not outstanding. My ass sagged a little and my stomach was a little softer than it used to be of course. His girlfriend Louisa was tight, tanned, lithe. She was beautiful. I was pretty good for a 40+ year old but I couldn't compete with a 23 year old. So, to feel desired by a young man – evidenced by a look that indicated he wanted to relish and ravage me – was very affirming and exciting.
The other point I want to make before I go on is my use of the term "he'd fucked the hell out of me." I mean to convey something very specific about that other than the fact that we had sexual intercourse. I didn't fuck him, WE didn't fuck, he FUCKED ME. Maybe it's because I am submissive or something but I want a man to fuck me; I want him to use me, to ravage me, to take what he wants. I want his cock thrusting up inside me, invading my hot cunt, ramming me. I am not necessarily saying rough sex…even though I do like some of that. What I am talking about is a man using his cock as a ramrod inside my needy, greedy pussy. I want to be reamed, hosed, whatever terms convey that his cock is taming me, taking me, making me his slut. I always try to meet those thrusts but it is the body-slamming into me that excites me. And pussy is exactly the right term. My cunt wants to gobble up, suck in, grasp cock flesh and hold on to it. But fucking back? I can't really do it and don't want to. I want ME to be fucked, not me fucking him.
He picked up my legs and held them open and pushed them back towards my body; I felt like he was looking so intensely at my crotch that I was being fucked with his gaze. Josh (and his dad) likes public hair so I only trimmed it a little around the edges but I know it was still visible around the leg-holes of my panties. I have no idea how long he held me like that but long enough that I could see the huge bulge in his shorts. I didn't know if he intended to fuck me right then or not.
Instead he dropped to his knees and, still holding my legs back and open, he licked my panty-covered pussy. Whenever I am truly sexually aroused, i.e., totally starved for sex, I make whimpering sounds almost like crying. I think the noises are those of desire, submission, and anticipation. In my case, I believe they are,in part, an indication that I am truly helpless and totally dependent on my partner for satisfaction. I have no control. I am his to do with what he desires. But I know I am going to be taken care of and thus, the anticipation of what awaits me. The noises I make when actually get fucked hard are more guttural moans, trying to talk etc. but when I am waiting for that, I sound like a baby I think.
He didn't lick long because I was about to cum and he didn't want that yet. So, after a minute he stood and ran one finger up my slit and pushed the panty-fabric inside.
"Rita, your cunt is red hot. That's how I want it; I want you to get wetter on the way to the cabin."
I sat up and reached for his cock. I barely got my hand on it, feeling the length of it, before he removed it.
"You'll get all of this later that you want, Rita. In your mouth and up your hot cunt. Let's soon go. I'll drive."
"You'll have to. After this I'm lucky if I can walk to the car. God, sometimes you're cruel. I was so close to cumming and still am."
He grabbed me by the arm and smacked my ass hard – twice. It stung like hell.
"What are you doing Josh? That hurts."
"I meant it to hurt. But, let me show you something. I need to punish you for saying I'm cruel."
He grabbed me by the arm and sat down on the bed and pulled me and bent me over his lap. He was very strong but I didn't really resist because I didn't really know what he was doing. But as I lay over his knees, he spanked me 3-4 times, again very hard.
"Does that hurt Rita?"
"Yes, it hurts like hell, Josh. You know it does. Now stop and let's go."
His voice was lower. "I know it does but admit it…it gets you hot doesn't it Rita? It makes your cunt twitch every time I hit you doesn't it? Admit it, slut."
"God, what are you doing?" I cried out.
He swatted me again. "Admit it." Then he put his hand between my legs with the fingers on my slit and clit. "You are soaking wet. You want to cum don't you?"
"God, oh God…yes, make me cum. Hit me, feel me, fuck me. Make me cum." What had I turned into? I was turned on even more when he spanked me!
He laughed and pulled me to my feet. "You are so ready to be a slut today Rita. Let's go."
We quickly got dressed and left. We stopped on the way and picked up lunch and bottles of water. But we were there in 30 minutes.
The ride out was uneventful, except all I could think of was what would happen today. I am by nature a worrier. I am always thinking ahead about what can go wrong or rather, what I can do to make things go right. It is a pain sometimes that I have a hard time just relaxing. I don't have anxiety attacks or anything like that but I just have a hard time throwing caution to the wind. Well, truth be known, I never do that. But, I was determined that the day would be carefree. I had gone too far with all this to turn back now. I had already canceled any commitments I had, I had no one to answer to, we were going to be in an isolated area. If I was going to ever let things go, today would be the day. So I promised myself I would. I was going to give myself – emotions, mind and body – to Josh today for him to use like he wanted to. I felt liberated after that. And he was right, the anticipation and his teasing kept me hot the whole way.
The cabin is really special. I'd been there several times and Josh had spent much of every summer there since he was a kid. It had been in Kurt's family forever. It was on a pristine private lake that was maybe 50 acres or so (I'm not good with measurements) and the cabin was very, very private. There were only 8-10 cabins on the whole lake and most of them were congregated in a small area on the other side. The cabin was not luxurious by any means and not real large, but nicely done and very comfortable.
We took our things in and, after going to the bathroom, I put the lunch in the refrigerator. I then walked back into the big living area.
"Rita, I want to see you now. Show me what I'm going to use." Josh was standing there totally nude, with his cock already hard. What an exciting sight! I decided I was going to make this special.
"Okay, then if you want to sit down, I'll show you. Want to see Mom undress for you Josh?"
"Fuck yes. Show me what I already own today. He smiled and sat down on the sofa. I could barely stand up seeing him sitting there with his cock so taut that it pointed at his face.
I was dressed simply in an outfit with a strapless, crisscross top and a flared skirt, with no bra. Not a lot of clothes to do an extended striptease – not that I knew how anyway – but I decided to play with it a little. So, I started to run my hands over my breasts while looking at Josh and smiling. My nipples were of course already evident below the thin fabric, but even more so when I brushed them. I took a breast in each hand and hefted them and squeezed, kneading them like Josh – and sometimes his dad – does.
Josh had put on some music and I guess that helped; I was really getting into the mood. Not that I was really dancing but I was swaying with the music. I pushed down the elasticized top of my dress almost to the nipples while I still held him underneath. Josh was still not touching his cock yet but I could tell it was throbbing. I have described his cock before as much as I could but it is nice and long – not sure how long but certainly longer than my husband or most other cocks I have seen – but the outstanding thing was how thick it was. It looked like the end of a baseball bat. And the head was bigger around than the shaft. One of the impressions I got early on when I first viewed his penis is that it looked in some ways, or maybe savage is a better deor. Not sure if either of those words fit but it was a very serious looking cock. It was darker than the rest of his body and the veins wrapped around it like snakes, so much that it looked kinda knobby. I suppose it if had been all smooth and everything it would have been beautiful as well but I always thought that the phrase that was so apt for Josh's member is that it "was made for fucking." I could not see how any woman could look at it and not have that impression.
I moved closer to Josh and started raising my skirt, high up my leg but just below my panties. I could feel my pussy leaking into the crotch. Neither of us was saying anything and we weren't even smiling anymore. This was serious. Sex is fun and I love every part of it. I love being hot and thinking about sex. Long extended foreplay is fun, fucking is fun, and after sex cuddling and kissing is fun. But there is an aspect of it that is still fun but it goes beyond that for me at least and I think for Josh. At a point, the intensity takes over and sex becomes an imperative as well as a pleasure. Maybe fun is the wrong term here; perhaps I'm saying that sex moves beyond frivolity, into serious pursuits. We had moved into very deeply intense and passionate time. Do you get into one of those sexual scenarios with someone where you reach the point of no return? Where you feel that, even if a stranger walked into the room, you wouldn't be able to stop until you got a cock or some pussy? This was what it was like. I felt like I was being fucked just by the ambience in the room.
I then got a few feet from Josh, just out of arm's length and I bent over with my back to him and slowly pulled up the hem of my skirt until he could just see my crotch. I heard his say quietly, almost like it was to himself. "God, you are so wet. Wow."
I turned to him and reached for the bottom of the skirt and pulled it over my head. I bent down and let my breasts hang free. Josh now had his hand on his cock stroking slowly. By now, I was only a foot or so away so I put some saliva on my fingers and put it on the head of his cock. "Let me make that a little easier for you to stroke."
I then stepped back. "Josh, remember the first day? The first time you caught me playing with my pussy and then when I came in your room and stroked and sucked you? Did you like fucking my mouth and pussy that day, Josh? Are you glad we did it? I am, Josh. You fuck Mommy so well. See how wet Mommy's pussy is for your cock, Josh."
When I think back on these things I am flabbergasted about the way I talk to Josh sometimes. I never, ever once talked to his father like that. I am red-faced even writing what I said but when I am with Josh, I can't control myself. I just want to turn him on.
I moved closer and put on foot on the sofa next to Josh's leg. He held his hand over my crotch and as he pressed, I could feel the wetness. I had been so fucking hot and wet all day, my cunt must smell so lusty right now. He had one arm around the cheeks of my ass and he caressed my tits with the other hand.
He quickly removed my panties. He then held them up to his face and inhaled deeply. "I love the way your cotton panties smell. I have been sniffing them for a long time. Do you know that?" I stammered a surprised reply but then was speechless with desire as he licked the crotch and smiled. "God, your pussy tastes good." He then told me to get on the sofa. He positioned me so I was on my knees, leaning my torso down with my head on the pillow. He got behind me and spread open my ass cheeks and pussy. He bent down to lick both holes. I was just on the verge of cumming even though I tried to wait. About that time, he got upright on his knees and put his cockhead to my cunt lips. I reached down between my legs and felt as it slid inside my needy, throbbing pussy.
I have never really been physically ravenous for food or water for any extended period of in my life so I can't validly comment on the sensations when it first hits your mouth and stomach after a long period of deprivation. But I assume that it must be an amazing feeling. In another way, actually having sex – by that I mean getting fucked – after thinking about it and wanting it so long is rapturous as well. Obviously, since I was fucked as recently as yesterday, the interval could not be considered long. It is long though when one considers that I thought about sex every waking moment since yesterday. Even an hour of constantly wanting to be fucked can seem like an eternity. And then once you get it, the feel of a cock that enters your starving pussy is almost indescribable. I know this is hyperbole but it almost seems, It both eases the tension, finally getting it, and at the same time, increases it knowing what is coming. I'm sure that isn't the first contradictory thing I have ever related to you but it is the only way I know how to say it. Starving is the right deion of the sensation that my pussy feels when it needs stimulation, particularly that of a throbbing cock.
As I've told you, Josh has a pleasantly big cock. Unlike others, I will not say that size doesn't matter but size pales when it is compared to passion. When Josh invaded my hot hungry cunt and I could tell that he was as ravenous as I was, it was sublime to be penetrated and then fucked by a passionate partner.
The only thing I could do was grunt, hang on and feel the sensations. I kept one hand between my legs and could feel his balls every time he entered me. I grunted on every thrust. Josh kept saying, "Uh, uh, uh", grunting every time he slammed into my sopping cock, interspersed with "good pussy, Rita, such good pussy"
During great sex – which frankly includes most of it – all the senses used enhance the experience – the sounds of grunts, moans, groans, accelerated breathing, and in Josh's case, him talking during sex, telling me how good my pussy felt to his cock, how wet I was etc.; the sounds of his flesh slapping against my ass as he fucked me; the slurpy sounds of a wet pussy being fucked. And the sights – even though I couldn't see much during this particular episode, I loved to see an erect cock, or the look on Josh's face when he fucked me or when he started cumming in my mouth for example. Feeling the friction of cock sliding in and out of a body cavity; the sensation of him parting my pussy lips and feeling his tongue lapping my juices; the feel of holding his cock and feeling it harden in my hands; the sensation of our tongues intertwining as we kiss passionately. The smells of a cock that had fucked and cum earlier, the aroma of arousal; the musky smell of a wet pussy.
Although obviously I was not recording each of those sensations at the time, in retrospect, all were part of the mix. Sex is overwhelming. It encompasses every bit of a person. It drives everything else away. It is like the world compresses to form this erotic cocoon around two people.
The other thing intense focus causes is the loss of a sensation of time. Therefore I don't quite know if Josh fucked me for five minutes or an hour but intellectually I know it was much closer to the former. I don't know how many orgasms I had; frankly I rarely do because I don't know where one leaves off or another starts. What I can remember though is Josh's louder grunting whenever he got ready to cum, coupled with the shorter but much harder strokes he made. Finally, he slammed into me and paused just for a second as he spurted into me…he repeated it…again…six or eight or ten thrusts and pause, thrust and pause, until he collapsed across my back and just held it as deep as it would go up my cunt.
Both of us kept repeating, "oh my God, oh my God." No other words were possible or necessary.
When Josh finally let his cock plop out of me he ran to get a towel from the bathroom. Some of his cum had already dripped onto the sofa and he quickly wiped it up but he also spread it out for me to sit on. He sat next to me and I leaned over to take his cock into my mouth to make sure he didn't leak on the sofa as well – and of course, I wanted some cum and to taste his cock. As I did that, Josh put his hand between my legs and just put the palm against my poor battered (happily) pussy. After I cleaned off his cock and then licked our cum from his fingers that had been on my still-dripping pussy, we just sat there exhausted.
As we sat there, two sensations struck me. The first one was how I could sit there naked, with cum still oozing out of my freshly-fucked pussy, with any man, much less my son. As strange as it sounds, I am by nature a modest woman. If you were to meet me on the street, or for that matter, out to dinner or anyplace else in public, I would be dressed conservatively. On most days even at home, I don't wear anything that would be considered provocative. I rarely go braless and most of my underwear is pretty tame. I never sit around naked for example, even alone with my husband when no one else is around. So doing this is really out of character for me. But then again, I suppose nothing appears too strange after you've just been fucked by your son. But, it seemed (almost) normal in some ways as well.
I was happy but I was also aware that Josh would be moving far away soon and somehow I wanted to try to put all this in perspective.
"Josh, I know what we've done – do – is really strange and not really right. I was weak and remain weak. I shouldn't do this with my son." He tried to interject. "Wait, let me finish. I know it was wrong but…but, I have really, really loved it as well. Of course, I won't deny that part, a large part of it, is the sex. You…the sex…well, it is just amazing. But, it has also made me feel really close to you. God, I know how silly all this sounds but it is deeper than sex for me. I'm just glad it didn't harm our relationship or make you into some kind of psychological basket case. I know that can happen after what we've done and if you have any of that, I am very, very sorry. I shouldn't have done it, but I would be lying to say I didn't love it all the same. It is something I will never, ever forget. And I know after you move, it will have to end, but I will always remember it and love it, at the same time I am remembering it with some shame. I can't avoid either one of those emotions. I hope somehow you remember me as Mom as well as Rita."
He put his hand on mine. "It's my turn to talk for a minute Mom, I loved it to and maybe we shouldn't have been doing it. But, to be very truthful, I couldn't resist after the first time. All this is one of the highlights of my life. And I can assure you it didn't screw me up. I would have been screwed up even without this. Just kidding, just kidding. Seriously, I think I am perfectly normal. It's easy to say I'm not thinking straight because I am addled by sex but I have thought a lot about this over the years and I really, really believe it has affected me, but in a very positive way. My relationship with Louisa, and other girls I've dated, is as normal as anyone's. It has certainly made me better at sex. You've taught me how to take care of a woman. Maybe I'm strange or simply not introspective enough to be negatively affected, but I'm not, or at least I don't think I am. I have loved every minute of doing this, just like I love that you're my MOM. I will miss it in the next few months but I don't believe this is the last time we will do this. I hope not. Do you think it is?"
"Josh, at this point the ball is totally in your court. I'm sure it was wrong to do it but we did and can't undo it at this point even if we wanted. But, if you want it in the future, if you want to fuck your mommy, or for your mommy to suck the cum out of your cock, I will be on my knees letting you pick out the orifices to use."
Even though it was a warm day, we got a little chilly inside so we put on some clothes and decided to have an early lunch. I was famished. Maybe it was the sex, coupled with the fact that I was so excited yesterday that I ate very little. Of course, Josh always seemed hungry to we stuffed ourselves and then went to sit on the deck overlooking the lake. We both generously applied sunscreen and relaxed in a couple of recliners. We'd each gotten a book from one of the bookcases inside so we'd planned to read for a while, maybe take a swim…and then, who knows?
We both dozed in the warm sun. Before I felt asleep I thought about how lucky I was. Over the last few years, I'd had some amazing sex that I was deeply moved by but it seemed like it happened without me emotionally scarring my kid and we had also managed to avoid detection. If I'd heard about someone else doing what we did, I would have been aghast. This is about as far from who I am as anything could be. Other than having a perhaps overactive need for sex (but I'm not even sure about that), I am a very normal loving wife and mother.
I don't know how long we slept but I stirred a little when I felt something on my upper leg just under the hem of my shorts. Thinking it was a bug, I swatted it. But, instead of knocking off a bug I felt Josh's hand. He stood up and, about six inches from my face, the first thing I saw after opening my eyes was his cock! He'd taken off his shorts.
"What have we here? I see something I like," I teased. I then sat up and reached underneath to caress his balls. His cock was still mostly soft so I took the opportunity to take it all in my mouth. It began to get stiffer and bigger. I raised it and sucked each ball in turn, getting them slick with my saliva. His hands were in my hair; I then took his hardening cock inside and as I sucked him, my mouth got fuller with cock flesh. Needless to say, I started squirming, knowing that my pussy was getting more and more enflamed. With one hand I caressed his balls and with the other, I reached around to finger his ass. I'd never done that before but he actually growled (that's what it sounded like!) when I did it.
I know most of the readers are wondering how someone my age can be turned on so much in a short 24 hour period. Frankly, I can see how you would wonder and so do I. Day in and day out, I wouldn't be able to keep up this pace but think about it for a moment – if a couple sets aside a two day period to focus on nothing but sex, I believe it is possible to be very excited much of the time. Maybe not cumming all the time but sexually alert and excited. Routinely, with most of us, we don't have much time so we look upon sex as something that is done and then, bang, we move onto other things. Somedays, even if I am alone, I will set aside the whole day to focus on sex and it is amazing how wet my pussy is for much of that day. I may only cum once or twice but the whole day is sex-filled.
Soon, once he was fully hard, Josh took me by the hand and pulled me to my feet. "Let's go inside. I have something to show you."
He went into one of the bedrooms and pulled out a mirror that was about six feet long and on a swivel. I didn't know what was going on. He pulled the mirror to the living room area. Then he went to another bedroom and comes out with blankets that he spread next to the mirror.
"Rita, I'm going to fuck you soon and I want to make sure it is etched in our mind. I bet you've never seen yourself get fucked have you? Or at least as clearly as you will see it now. Have you ever watched your hot little cunt get fucked Rita? Have you ever watched Dad's or anyone's cock going up your hot fuckhole Rita?"
Every word seemed to make my pussy throb. God, this was so damn hot! I believe this was the first time that he had ever mentioned about his dad fucking me. I am a loss to explain it but if anything, it made me ashamed but at the same time, it turned me on even more. I guess part of that is the illicitness of it all. I have never asked him if it turned him on – to fuck the woman his dad fucks. God, that is too complicated to even think about.
He told me to take off my clothes and come and lie down in on the blankets in front of the mirror. The only things I had on were a t-shirt and loose shorts so they were off in a flash.
I've found that many, many people crave routine – regularity of schedules, habits, same routes to work and school, same kind of food etc. And, to a degree, I think some people often also like routine sex – same time, same place, same position, same partner – comfort sex if you will. But, for me, the unexpected and the new all add an extra charge to sex. So as I looked at this situation – mirror, blankets – a "stage" if you will, I got very, very excited. My breath was labored at this point and of course, cunt juice was bubbling to the surface of my pussy lips.
Josh stood over me and looking up to him from the floor, seeing his tight balls and throbbing cock was a very stimulating sight. I wanted to sit up and suck him but he soon got on the floor and laid next to me, on the side furthest from the mirror. As he got settled, he reached up to adjust the mirror.
"Can you see your pussy well, Rita?" He reached down and spread my pussy lips open. I could see the reflection of my milky pink inner pussy, all shiny with my juice. "Rita, I want you to watch yourself get fucked but first I want you to see me playing with your pussy."
In all the times I've had sex – obviously the vast majority with my husband – I'd never really seen a cock enter my pussy. A woman just isn't shaped to do that and we weren't adventurous or smart enough to use mirrors! So, this was very exciting. I know men are supposed to be more visual than women but I'm not sure that totally holds for me. I like seeing men's bodies and certainly their genitals. As I've said before, I have learned to use all the senses to enjoy sex but actually seeing a cock fucking my pussy – pretty close up – adds even more excitement.
He ran his fingers through the hair on my mound and up and down the edges of my slit, where my legs met my groin. Sometimes what is not touched can be as erogenous as what is. It is like the sensitive part of the body, in this case my vagina, yearns to reach out for the nearby sensation, thus becoming even more stimulated. Sometimes he will circle my nipple for example with his fingers and in the process of doing so, my nipple gets harder and throbs, like it is becoming alive and reaching out. Watching in the mirror of course also had the effect of moving it to another level as well. I had my legs stretched out wide of course, but my pussy lips seemed to pop open anyway. Normally, I – or my partner – has to part them but now when I looked, the labia was laid back and I could see the glistening moisture that lined my pussy.
He then runs his index finger from my asshole to my clit, up my slit. God, that was exquisite. Again, he stroked. The third time (I think) he dipped his finger inside my gasping fuckhole and withdrew it. A string of pussy juice followed. "You taste good, Rita. A very, nice sweet cunt." He sucked it off his fingers. "Wanna see?" He dipped two finger inside me now. When he withdrew, the spread his fingers and cunt juice was laced between them. He put them both in my mouth. I greedily sucked it off…I was sweet and salty, a strong, earthy taste. He gave us a couple of more samples and even with all the juices that he extracted from me, I knew I was making more.
"Now, I am going to fuck my hot slut. I need pussy."
He leaned on his side, hiked my leg furthest from the mirror and leaned into me so his cock just touched my labia. He held it to move it up and down my slit. I watched as his big head lodged just inside me, the moist, embracing flaps of my pussy embracing sweet, hot cock-flesh.
Whenever I am as excited as I was at that moment, sexually or otherwise, but still try to restrain myself from going out of control, I actually quiver all over. I was trying to be perfectly still but when I glanced at my breasts the flesh jiggled, like they were vibrating. Every instinct told me to push back, to cover his cock with my pussy, but at the same time, I wanted to slow things down if I could, to extend the pleasure. I'd read a little bit about Tantric sex and still don't really know what it is but I think it includes taking things slow, at least at first. Most of the sex in my life has been pretty frantic. Sometimes the foreplay was long but once a cock hits my pussy, it was pretty fast from there – terrific, mind-blowing, but with not a lot of deliberation. This was slow and very, very sensual.
"Ah Rita, I love your pussy around me. Look at it. Don't move, just try to suck me inside your pussy. We have a long way to go before you pussy covers me and is totally filled. Right now, just suck my cock head with your pussy."
All the time he was talking, his fingers lightly circled his cockhead and my pussy lips. All the feelings in my body seemed to gravitate to wherever his fingers were. Slowly, slowly, slowly circling and talking.
"Your hungry pussy needs cock doesn't it Rita? God, it feels so fucking hot to be in your hot, hairy cunt.Photos I can feel the warm juice flowing down to my cock. How does it look Rita? Mom? How does i look to have your son's cock nestled up inside your needy pussy?"
I think I was mewling at this point, whimpering, soft little moans of desire. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out.
"Let me show you something." Josh takes my hand and puts it between my legs. "Feel my dick inside you. Now, as I put it deeper, I want you to trace with your fingers, up your stomach where you think my cock is. I'm going to go slowly."
He slides another inch or so inside me. Somehow I move my fingers up over my mound. It is almost like I can feel a bump in my lower stomach that represents his big cockhead. He gives me another inch. I look in the mirror and his cock is a quarter or so of the way in.
He pulls out an inch or so and I suspect my eyes were wide and fearful at this point because I thought he was going to withdraw. But he had another point to make.
"Look, Rita, see how wet you make my cock." He runs his finger around the part that had just been inside my pussy. Then he sucks his fingers and then puts his fingers in my mouth for me to suck. "God, you taste so fucking good. Does it taste good to you? I wish I could eat you and fuck you at the same time. After I finish fucking you, I will eat your hot cunt and let you cum all in my mouth. Are you enjoying being my slut today, Rita?"
"Oh my God, I love being your slut. Oh God, oh God" Obviously, I was not quite as verbose as Josh. Frankly, I was amazed I got out that much that was understandable, given the other noises I was making.
Then he very slowly pushed all the way inside, and I watched it all sliding me…expanding my vaginal cavity. His cock was buried so I couldn't see it anymore. It was totally surrounded by pussy. His cock hairs were pressed against my hairy mound. All I could see was his balls; his cock was deeply entrenched.
"Rita, show me where my cockhead is in your pussy?" I put my fingers just below my navel. "Wow, that far huh?" He then took my hand and we pressed down on my stomach and then massaged it. "Feel that long dick inside you. Feel it throbbing? Feel how goddam good that feels Rita? Your pussy makes my cock feel so welcome. I was up that pussy at one time when I was a fetus. Now I am up your pussy again. God, I love this."
"Josh, I love it too. Fuck me now, please. I need it," I begged breathlessly.
I looked in the mirror as he started slowly cock-massaged me. His cock was shiny with my juices when he withdrew. Long, deep thrusts, pulling out to the head and then entering me again, taking his time…my lips clinging to him as he pulled out and then pressing to embrace him as he entered. I thought of how deep in me he was getting. How slick and wet it all was…the pure eroticism of it…watching my cunt getting fucked. As I was looking in the mirror, I noticed he was looking at me, to see the look on my face as he fucked me. He told me later that it almost looked almost like I was alarmed when he withdrew and then deeply satisfied as he entered me again, with my eyes widening on every thrust. There was something about this fucking that wasn't urgent. I knew I COULD cum but I didn't want to and I tried not to…because I wanted to enjoy this…savor it. My son giving me the deep fucking that I so craved and loved.
I reached down to put my hand on his cock as he fucked me. Every time he withdrew I caressed his wet shaft. I put my hand flat over my mound and spread my fingers over my pussy lips so I could feel his cock sliding in me. He wasn't talking anymore, or at least saying words I could understand. It was mostly just grunting on his part and the weeping…sounds that I make during great sex.
I don't know how long we went on this way and I couldn't tell the point where he started getting harder but he did. And as he did so, I began to moan every time he thrust inside me and with each one he grunted.
watched his cock FUCKING MY PUSSY…my body moving every time he slammed into me. He was still not moving fast but he was fucking very hard. And for a long time his strokes were long, almost the entire length of his cock.
"GOD, God, God," I yelled over and over as I began to cum.
"Yeah Rita, cum on my cock," Josh said between gasps. "I'm going to cum in your tight pussy Rita." His strokes grew shorter and faster and harder. I knew he was splashing cum up inside me, filling me, fucking me. I had wave after waver of orgasms.
As I've explained before, time loses all meaning during this period. Everything external loses all meaning. Fucking caresses, consumes, and dominates…there is nothing else during this time. The world is shut out. What matters is flesh in flesh, a man entering and invading a woman's body…the woman opening her legs as wide as she can to admit a man to her innermost treasures – her vagina. For most women, this is very big deal – to open herself so a man can be inside, can use her pussy for their satisfaction. A girl is taught to keep her legs together, to sit demurely, save her virginity…she is taught that her vagina is a special place, to be only shown and especially given to a special person. It is a very trusting thing to open one's legs, display one's well-hidden sex organ, and invite the man to invade her. When he does, and she embraces it, and flesh merges with flesh, when it is difficult to say where one body ends and the other begins, time stops and the act takes over and the world at that moment is defined by that.
Finally, after a few final thrusts, Josh leaned into me with his cock still buried to the hilt and stayed there. We were both panting and couldn't talk.
I wish I could explain the emotions at the time but if I tried I would be faking it. Rapture is the only word that comes to mind. We just were there and couldn't move for several minutes. Then Josh shifted and his softening cock flopped out. I looked down and my pussy looked like it had been in a war. The hair was matted, lips were swollen puffy and dark red. And soon, from deep inside me, I saw a bead of semen flowing out of my pussy and then a string of cum drained down my legs onto the blanket.
"Josh, in all my life, I never imagined sex like this. I know you're my son but you have no idea how good you are at sex. I knew sex was good but oh my God, never did I dream it was this good. I will remember this the rest of my life. Even when you are gone, I can />
"Mom, I know. The reason I'm amazing as you call it is that you are so amazing to fuck. You know why I think that is? Because you love it so much it makes me try even harder to make it good."
"Josh, I don't know what I'm going to do after you move. But I understand. I will miss you so much, not just for this you know. But, I know you will be happy and if you are, so am I."
"Thanks Mom, I'm miss you too. Part of it will be your sweet, hot pussy but I will miss my mom too. But, I will be back so this is not the last. I promise. Not even for today for that matter but even when I come back to see the family, I will fuck my mom. Now, we have to get moving. Kurt is coming over soon. I want to talk to both of you about something."
story by: tom231002
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