I was sexually aroused seeing my Son Nude - Sex Stories

I was sexually aroused seeing my Son Nude

... Sex was something I knew would happen, I knew he was sexually attracted to me as in a Oedipus complex, we were approaching the Genital stage where intercourse was an inevitability, a matter of when than if, and our denial was just building up, and it was this I was craving for, but I wanted it to be his move, to finally posses me and end my baron years.The Day is on us, and in the night, he attacked I awoke in a sweat as the morning sun streamed through my open d****s. I could hear the milk float and the bottle rattle as the milkman made his deliveries. I got up from bed and noted the damp stain in my sheet from my vaginal secretions, I had been wetting through the night, as my feverish brain, fantasized and fucked the night away in my head, and now as I stood naked in front of my bedroom window, watching the milkman approach closer to my home, I dared myself to let him see me. Instead I walked out of my room and down past my sons room, where I halted, turned back and went inside. I could see the dark shape lying beneath the duvet and drew it back to reveal his nude form. He murmured as he turned, 'Mum', was all he said quietly, as I switched on his small bed lamp, just enough to cast a warm glow over my nakedness, as I bent low and whispered, 'I am going for a shower', where I paused, his rigidity told me he was wide awake, 'come join me', I finally continued, even he understood something was different that morning, as my hand glided down his body and my fingers wrapped ...

... around his erection, 'Come', I whispered again, and I gently pulled on him to follow me. We walked quietly down the hallway I leading him by his cock as we went into the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror. 'Here', I said, like a maiden in front of the sacrificial alter, I released his cock and turned away from him, feeling his erection touch my skin as I turned to face the mirror and bent over the basin, offering my buttocks to his penis as it glazed over the cheek and settled in between them, pointing into my swollen labia. I peered through my fallen long hair into the mirror and watched the contorted looks on my sons tortured facial expressions, as he ploughed into me, our fucking was noisy and passionate, my fingers digging deeply into his hips as he thrust in and out of me, each withdrawal met with and equally violent tug back inside, as my bum danced a merry circle on his crotch, as I felt his cock send my vaginal canal to the four cardinal corners of the compass. I gasped as it approached, fifteen years of building and now at it's apex I cried through gritted teeth, 'This is how you fuck a woman', each of the seven words acting like a countdown, with 'Woman', hitting the high note, as my body shook and vibrated, an orgasm worthy of a son to know how to please his mother, as I convulsed and gasped, bucked and banged back into him, and for a moment, he felt like he did the day he kicked out of me, only this time, it was his cock touching my inner organs. Truly, ...