I Love You, Mommy 3 - Sex Stories

I Love You, Mommy 3

... had been a while since I've even seen a cock and I was hungry for one and horny for him. Suddenly, the show was over. Suddenly, he was leaving the room, going to bed, no doubt. I was desperate. Never would I feel the confidence to do what I was about to do, again. It was now or never. Did I dare? Could I do it? I reached out and grabbed his ankle, as he walked by the couch on his way to bed. "Oh, sorry, baby, I didn't know you sl**ping there on the couch. I didn't know you were still awake. I didn't realize how late it was. Because it was my birthday, the guys kept buying me drinks and then when--" Without replying, without saying a single solitary word to let him know that I was his mother and not his wife, I reached up my hand and felt his cock with my fingertips. I cupped his balls, before gently and lovingly wrapping my fingers around his cock. He stopped talking when I did. He had nothing more to say, as soon as I touched him. With just a few gentle, slow strokes, he came alive in my hand and I came alive with all the possibilities of being intimate with my son and having my way with his cock. Instantly, he was so hard, so long, and so thick, just the way I remember his Dad was. With one hand stroking his cock, I used my other hand to unbutton my dressing gown. Without missing a stroke, I splayed open my housecoat in anticipation of his touch. Hoping he could see my body, I wanted him to touch me. I needed for him to feel me. I hoped he'd take the hint and caress my ...

... tits and finger my pussy. I so wanted him to kiss me before he mounted me to make love to me. I was naked underneath my dressing gown and the cool morning air from the open window felt good on my nipples. Suddenly, my nipples were erect and it felt so good to run my palm slowly across them. With my pussy already wet, I was already way ahead of him. I was so nervous. I was so excited. Short lived folly, I knew this moment wouldn't last, but I was determined to take whatever I could from the experience. It was my turn to use my son in the way he had obviously used me for so many years, when he secretly and serendipitously viewed me in all manner of undress and even and eventually saw me naked so very many times. I hoped now that maybe he would go to sl**p after I had my way with him. Maybe he would dream about me wondering if he had sex with me or with his wife. I imagined him sitting at the breakfast table, after discovering that I had spent the night, wondering if he had sex with Patty or with me. He was still d***k enough that he may not remember. Even though I knew this was as much of a mistake, as when I allowed his father to fuck me in the backseat of his car and get me pregnant, I couldn't help myself. I was hot. I was horny. I was out of my mind with lustful desire for him. I wanted my son and I needed his cock. It was dark where I was lying and obviously his eyes still hadn't adjusted to the darkness, just yet. He was probably too d***k to see me, even if they did adjust ...