I was sexually aroused seeing my Son Nude - Sex Stories

I was sexually aroused seeing my Son Nude

I can remember the two nurses talking about the size of his cock the day he was born, and one saying, 'You are one lucky Lady'. For some unfathomable reason, I felt like a complete woman, my son's 'Dick' size, made me feel proud, as if I was adding something of value into the Gene-pool for women, and those two nurses comments made me gloat. I was a single mum, so I could lash time and love on him, at the expense of my own sexual development. Years had passed without me realizing it, even when men tried very hard to bed me, the need for sex appeared to have deserted me, but my son's cock, never did. When I bathed him I got into the habit of kissing his cock when drying his body. At first it was a mothers way of a tender loving kiss, but as he got older, I found my kisses lingered for longer, until one day I took him into my mouth and closed my lips, applying pressure with my tongue. I knew deep down it was wrong, his size was such that I could take every bit of him, including his scrotum and spend a few minutes gently tracing his small anomalies with the tip of my tongue, as if tracing his fingertips with my tongue, with my eyes closed tight, forming a memory map as only a mother could. One day the inevitable happened, he got an erection. I could feel him grow in my mouth, and it thrilled me, he was responding and giving me feedback, and I responded in the only way I knew, I gave him a 'Blowjob'. Shortly afterwards I went cold turkey on him, and everything stopped. I know my ...

... mothering skills had gone awry and I was terrified he would talk about it, but years passed and nothing was said, and we remained very close. Then as I approached my forties, my body awoke sexually, I was alive again with an unquenchable lusting for sex, fifteen years of denial, and now I awoke each morning thinking about cocks and wanting to fuck. I went online and ordered sex toys, joined a DVD store and rented Porn movies, and started wearing revealing clothing and sexy underwear. My body was smoking, I had great legs, could still wear the same size dress I wore in my teens, and even my son was remarking his friends were taking about me. I remained modest in public, my persona remained refined and feminine, but my darker urges bubbled underneath, always threatening to burst forth, and sl**p at night was always only after a sex toy session. My son who was now in his teens and sexually aware became the focus of my sexual fantasies, mostly due to the fact I would lie and listen to him masturbate, then touch and smell his sheets where his semen was encrusted in places. I moved around the apartment in my undies, something, though unspoken, excited both of us, even letting him use the bathroom as I bathed or showered, soon being nude around him became normal, but inside I knew it was what I wanted, he sexually aroused me, and in return I was trying to arouse him, so I constantly told him he was an adult and he had to get used to seeing me as a woman as well as being his mother. ...