My son...Leif - Sex Stories

My son...Leif

... an orange sea of leaves. I felt like we were somehow transported into a foliage calendar photo shoot, the scenes were that breathtaking. As tired as my legs had become on the way up, I felt reinvigorated as it was exactly what I wanted when I booked the trip. Leif stood near the edge of the cliff looking around, and I almost lost my breath for a moment. With the wind blowing his wavy golden hair and the sun on his cheeks, he looked like a Norse God on the prow of a ship. I felt so wonderful I moved beside him and he put a hand on my hip and pulled me close. In my 52 years I cannot ever remember feeling so alive. Leif brought a camera and snapped a few photos of me with the colorful scene behind me, then I did the same for him. Luckily, a lone male hiker passed by and Leif and asked for a picture of the both of us together. Fortunately, the stranger took a good picture and I smiled widely knowing I'd put that one in a frame someplace special. We sat on the warm granite and had a snack Leif had brought up in his pack. The only thing that could have made it better was a glass of wine, but I guess you can't expect absolute perfection. Sadly after our break we got to our feet and retraced our steps back down the trail. Back at the car, we decided to take another drive as I was feeling too tired to do much of anything else. I just sank back into the leather seat and soaked in the scenery as it passed. After enjoying another sumptuous dinner, along with a bottle of wine, we went ...

... back to the B&B to relax for the evening. I complained about sore legs, so Leif jumped up and poured me a hot bubble bath. I slowly lowered myself into the deep antique claw-foot tub, the bubbles engulfing my body sensually. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe spending so much quality time with my son, but I was tremendously horny. I slowly caressed my skin as I soaked in the warm, fragrant water. Within only seconds I began toying with my nipples with one hand, while the other snaked it's way between my legs. I felt so naughty, with my son just in the other room, but it actually turned me on even greater. I lifted my left leg and draped it over the side of the tub, opening myself up wide. I started running my hand up and down my slit, then curled my fingers and eased two inside my body. My pussy was on fire and I alternated fingering myself and rubbing my clit, back and forth. My hips began rocking slightly in time with my probing digits, making small waves in the tub. I couldn't get the images of Leif from earlier in the day out of my head. My beautiful boy was making his mother one horny lady. I imagined being back in his arms, only this time we were naked and kissing, the hot sun on our tanned skin. I could see myself dropping to my knees and taking his cock into my mouth, wanting so much to please my boy. I never swallowed my husband's cum, yet in my vision I happily gobbled down my son's seed. Just as that image passed through my head, I came hard on my driving fingers. It was ...