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Masturbating MomMasturbating Mom(by EROS)I was totally horny. I couldn’t stand it any longer. My husband, Jimwas away on business again and I couldn’t wait another minute, much lessanother two days. My son, Paul was out on a date, so I was all alone inthe house… alone and frustrated! My pussy wanted attention in theworst way. Since Jim wasn’t around to help the situation, I was justgoing to have to take matters into my own hands…..so to speak.I wasn’t new to masturbation. Quite the contrary. I loved doing it.It was fun. Some of my girl friends said that they would never do such athing to themselves. It was too “dykey”. That’s a lot of crap. I likeit. It feels good. But I don’t have any desire to mess around withother women. It’s just a personal experience that I enjoy whenever Jimcan’t fulfill my needs. (Actually, I think some of my friends really doit, but they’re too chicken to admit it.)So, there I was… horny as a girl could be, and the house completelyto myself. I was all alone. I was really going to enjoy this. I putsome light music on the stereo in the bedroom, turned down the lights,and pulled the corner of the sheets down on my side (the left) of thebed.Then I went and took a shower.While drying off in the dressing area, I glanced at my reflection inthe mirror. “Not bad for 35″, I thought. I was in pretty good shape. Ilooked like I was in my twenties, rather than a tired old mom of 35. Upto now, I had little trouble keeping my 5′-6” frame at a steady 110pounds. I was especially thankful for the appearance of my breasts. Nothuge by some standards (36D), but Jim insisted that their shape and sizeis perfect for me. I believe him.I’m not really preoccupied with my body. I just take inventory fromtime to time.Now it was time for some periodic maintenance. I took my razor fromthe drawer and made my way into the bathroom. With one leg up on theedge of the toilet, I began to shave the three-day stubble from myhairless cunt. Yes… hairless! It had been my husband’s idea. Jim lovesto eat my pussy more if it’s completely shaven. He told me once that itwas because it made me look even younger. I think he’s got a fantasyabout fucking little girls, maybe he even does… but I don’t care aslong as he brings that big, thick cock of his home to me when he’sfinished.With a splash of my favorite after-bath, I was finished.I made my way back to the bed and hopped in. I put the covers over me,put my arms behind my head and relaxed. (Gee, I just love how the cool,satin sheets feel against my naked body, especially my hairless pussy.)This was always the hardest part. What do I start to think about? Howdo I get in the mood. I wondered what my husband was doing right now…fucking some squealing little motel maid senseless, no doubt. Oh, I knewwhat he got up to on these business trips. How? He told me!… Yep, Jimtold me everything. I didn’t mind… in fact, it actually enhanced oursex life. When Jim came home and told me of his sexual `indiscretions’…in detail… we normally fucked for hours! So noisily at times, I wascertain our son, Paul, could hear us.I suddenly wondered if Paul masturbated while Jim and I fucked. A vividimage of my son lying back on his bed, cock in hand, fisting it while helistened to Jim fucking the living daylights out of me, flashed into myhorny mind. My pussy began to itch with moist arousal. Jesus! What was Idoing! I was getting sexually aroused by thinking about my own son! Itried to stop thinking about it, but the image remained. Have you evertried NOT to think about something? The more you try, the more you can’tstop!In desperation, I looked frantically around the room for something todistract my lustful i****tuous thoughts. I looked to my left and couldsee myself in the mirrored closet door. I flashed back to when I sawmyself in the dressing area mirror and how glad I was about how Ilooked. I began to wonder what Jim and I looked like when we made love.I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I watched the covers rise androll as I moved my right hand over to my left breast. I cupped itgently. I ran my fingers lightly around the underside and wouldoccasionally push it up in a reassuring grasp. “What does this looklike?”, I wondered. I bet Paul would love to see that. STOP IT!, Ithought, you’re his mother for crissakes! I rolled onto my left side andcontinued to look at myself in the mirror. I pulled the covers downuntil my navel was visible. I looked at how my full breasts formed adeep line in the middle of my chest.My caressing, however gentle, had caused my nipple to shrink and becomeerect. I liked it. All thoughts of my son had vanished, or rather, beentemporarily suppressed…. I was feeling good!I widened my touch to cover my entire left breast. A great tingle shotthrough my body the first time my nipple was rubbed by the palm of myhand. I began to lightly squeeze my breast, leaving my nipple exposed inthe space between my thumb and forefinger.I was beginning to feel the benefits of my caresses in an area otherthan my breasts. I could feel a halkalı escort dampness beginning to form deep withinmy groin.Soon my left nipple was getting a bit too sensitive to my touch. Ibrought my hand to my mouth and briefly sucked on the index and middlefingers. I returned my hand to my breast and deposited as much saliva asI could directly on my nipple. This certainly helped. I repeated theprocess with ever increasing frequency. I expanded my attentions toinclude both breasts.After a while, I found that my saliva wasn’t helping with theincreasing speed and firmness with which I was caressing myself. Ineeded a thicker, and more slippery, lubricant. I definitely knew whereto find one.Still on my side, I continued to watch in the mirror and uncovered therest of my body.I started to raise my right leg.I had a perfect view of my pussy. As I my leg rose, I could tell thatmy wetness had caused the lips of my pussy to stick together. As it wenthigher and higher, my lips began to open on their own. It was a veryerotic sight.I used my index and ring fingers to spread my cunt lips. I could seemy fully exposed clitoris and the opening to my vagina clearly in themirror. I slowly pushed my middle finger into my cunt. I let out a shortgasp. (There is something very unique about the first stroke into awoman’s vagina.) I moved it around and felt every bump of my preciousinsides. I began to move my finger in and out; knowing that this wouldcause my body to immediately produce more of the lubricant that I sought.Indeed it did. Soon my hand was coated with the clear fluid. Iremoved my hand and moved it towards my breast. I was excited withfeeling of the warm slippery juices clinging to my fingers.Eagerly, I began to spread the slick lubricant over my nipples. Mybody reacted instantly. My pussy rushed to make more and my nipples sentshivers the length of my body every time my fingers touched them. Againand again my hand returned to between my legs for the sensuous nectar.Faster and faster I rubbed it all over my breasts. My breathing becamefaster and heavier. As it evaporated, I could feel my chest becomingmore and more sticky. Every time I moved and my breasts would part, Icould see my juices clinging to try and maintain contact with both ofthem. I could now smell the musk that I was so happily spreading on mybody.The mirror was unimportant now. I shut my eyes and laid flat on myback. Both hands were free to bring the wetness from my cunt and place itanywhere I wanted.I used my right hand to caress my breasts and allowed my left to remainbetween my legs. I inserted my middle and ring fingers into my vaginaand rubbed my clitoris with the upper part of my palm. I was in ecstasy!I began to use my right hand to feel what my left was doing to me. Asif detached from my body, I wanted it to feel my middle finger move inand out of my vagina. I wanted it to feel how, with each outwardstroke, a small amount of my inner flesh would follow my finger out.Faster and faster I moved my fingers inside my body.I brought my wet right hand up to my nose and took in a deep breath ofthe sweet magic aroma. I opened my eyes only to briefly look at my slickglistening fingers before they disappeared into my mouth. I licked andsucked feverishly at every digit. It was like I had a great thirst thatwould never be satisfied. Again and again I wet my hand with my cuntjuices and coated my lips and tongue with the special taste. My lefthand continued the in and out thrusting of my fingers and the up and downcaressing of my clit. My eyes remained riveted shut. I was a millionmiles away. My orgasm was fast approaching.”Mom”, is what I heard and it seemed to echo from a great distance.But it was close. Paul had come home early from his date and wasstanding right next to the bed. My body tensed and instantly froze. Mymouth was open and my tongue was between my fingers. My legs were spreadeagled on the bed and my exposed pussy was in plan view. Two fingers ofmy left hand was still buried deep inside my vagina.After a tenth of a second, that seemed like an eternity, I relaxedagain. My passion, momentarily gone, had now returned with full force.When my eyes focused for the first time, I could see that Paul had beenthere for some time, stroking his cock. He was completely naked. Hismagnificent young prick was fully erect and standing straight out fromhis body. The tip of his penis had already begun to ooze its own clearwetness.There we were… mother and son… both naked. Me, totally exposedalong one side of the bed, involved in what was up to now, a completelyprivate experience. There was Paul, leaning against the bed, a huge,throbbing erection in his young fist… obviously excited. Then he spokeagain, very softly.”Don’t stop, Mom. Don’t stop.”His voice was calm, reassuring, supportive, and gentle. Instantly, myguilt and embarrassment faded, to be replaced by love and rekindled lustfor my handsome young son. I sensed he wanted me badly. The way he taksim escort waslooking at me made my pussy tingle with need. I should have put an endto this madness right then and there, but I couldn’t help myself.I resumed the thrusting of my fingers in my pussy, watching the look onmy son’s face. His eyes were wide and gleaming and he was breathingheavily, his gaze fixed on my juicy, hairless cunt-slit. I finishedlicking the wetness from my fingers and closed my eyes again.”Oh baby, I shouldn’t be doing this in front of you..”, I heard myselfsay. “..but I’m sooo horny!””Me too, Mom. Me too”, was his reply. “You look so sexy rubbing youpussy that way. Does it feel good?””Oh yes….yes”, I said.I felt a warm drop on my stomach. I opened my eyes and again looked atPaul. He was using his fist to rub his throbbing erection. That,coupled with the sight of what I was doing, was really turning him on. Hewas so close to the bed, the lubricant from the tip of his penis wasbeginning to drip onto my body. My pussy gave a twitch at the thought ofmy own son’s spermy fluid dripping onto my feverish body. I suddenly hadthe urge to touch his cock.”Ohhhh, honey, you’re so hard!” I gasped, “Here, let me help you withthat.”I removed my left hand from my pussy. It was completely coated with aslick film of moisture. Threads of the sticky juices stretched fromfinger to finger as my hand made its way to my son’s crotch. With aconfident motion, my hand wrapped around his stiff cock. Quickly, Ilubricated the shaft with my wetness. With a firm grip, I began tostroke him. I had never felt so excited in my life!I revelled in the feeling of every bump and vein as they movedunderneath the outer skin of his penis. God, only 16, but his cock wasas big as his fathers! I marveled at how the circumcised head wouldpartially disappear into the skin collected at the apex of my stroke. Iwas delighted every time my actions would cause another drop of hiswetness to make its way to my stomach via a long liquid thread.He watched intently and gasped, “Oh yes….Oh yes.. That feels sooogood, Mom!”I brought my right hand to the small pool of my son’s juices that hadformed on my stomach. I played with it and rubbed it ’round and ’round.I coated my fingers with it and then placed them where they would do themost good… in my hot, sticky cunt. Once again, I concentrated on myown pleasures by plunging my fingers back into my overheated littlefuckhole. Again and again I collected Paul’s seminal fluid’s tolubricate my thrusting fingers; all the while continuing to fuck my son’scock with my left hand.I first sensed it when my hand was near his balls. He was going tocome. He didn’t have to tell me, but he did anyway. I ever so slightlypushed his prick towards the lower portion of my body.His cock swelled against my grip. Paul’s head fell back and his backarched sexily, his hips jerking in a fucking motion into my fist as hegroaned in orgasm.A long creamy white stream of cum burst from the end of his prick. Mostof it landed across my perfectly hairless cunt, as I had hoped. Aslender strand of cum ran along my lower abdomen and up to the side of mybody. It stopped precisely under my son’s cock.A second spasm from Paul’s body deposited an equal volume of rich,i****tuous sperm almost in the same place.I kept stroking him as again and again his slender young bodyconvulsed. Then his ejaculations diminished. Each new spasm producedless and less cum that was now landing on my arm, closer and closer toits point of origin.For a woman, at least this woman, the moment of a man’s orgasm is veryprecious indeed. He is completely vulnerable. He cannot stop or alterthe inevitable results. He has no control over his body. All of myactions culminated in this moment. I had caused this to happen. I wasin control.The proof of my success, similar to a rainbow after a storm, is thewondrous sight of a man’s cum spurting from his penis. Some women don’tlike it. Some are turned off by the taste, smell, and texture. Somedon’t like to see it or feel their lovers come in their mouths. Theyfeel controlled. Not me. I am in control. I can decide when he is tohave an orgasm. When a man’s penis is in my hands, or in my mouth, I candetermine the exact moment when I will have his cum. It is on my terms.I almost feel that a man’s cum is actually mine. In this case, the `man’was actually a boy… my own son, but it didn’t seem to matter any more.All that mattered was that he was male and I was female, with the rightequipment to give each other pleasure… and right now that was exactlywhat both of us needed badly.The sight of what Paul had done was overwhelming. Huge drops of thewhite translucent cream slowly dripped down my arm. I was beginning tofeel his warm cum drip from my pubic bone and down to my pussy. Ireleased my grip on my son’s cock and used both hands to open myself aswide as I could. We both watched as the thick, pearly flow oozed downover my belly and trickled slowly between the hairless lips of my cunt.Just as it şişli escort reached my swollen clitoris, it instantly mixed with thewetness already there and quickly raced towards my open cunt, and beganto seep inside.Now it was my turn. I began to rub my pussy with rapidly intensifyingmovements. I rubbed the sticky combination of my own juices and Paul’scum all over my clit. Faster and faster I went. My breasts jiggled withevery motion. I plunged as many fingers as I could deep into my cunt andfucked them in and out. The depravity of what I was doing only seemed tomake me even hotter. I was rubbing my own son’s cum up inside my gapingcunt… masturbating myself with his sperm while he watched. God, what aturn on!Again and again I fucked myself.I was so close now. With cum still sliding down my arm, I used myother hand to wildly pump my son’s still oozing cock.Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Closer and closer I came.”Your hand! Give Mommy your hand, baby!”, I managed to gasp. My eyesopened wide and my back arched. I grabbed his left hand and quicklythrust three of his fingers into my cunt that was on the verge oferuption. I held my pussy open and I rubbed my clit as fast as I could.”Oh Fuck me, Pauly! Fuck me! Fuck Mommy with your fingers, baby!”, Iyelled.As my son slid his stiffened fingers in and out of my cunt, I buckedmy hips up off the bed frantically, secretly wishing it was his big,thick teenage cock he was fucking me with.And then I came.My stomach muscles contracted over and over again. Spasm after spasm.Each time, my lungs expanded and quickly collapsed, causing me to emithuge gasps. My head and chest lunged upward over and over again.I could feel my pussy contract over and over again. Each time, I couldfeel my muscles clench tightly around my son’s still thrusting fingers.Each time, I felt my body just gush more and more of my cum onto hishand. I heard that wet sucking sound made every time his fingersmomentarily left my cunt.And then it was over.I fell back onto the bed and, for an instant, couldn’t move. My eyeswere shut tight. My hands rested over Paul’s to keep his fingers in me.Ever so slightly he would move just the tip of a finger and my whole bodywould instantly jerk once more.We remained essentially motionless. I could still feel my musclesrandomly spasm on his fingers. I looked up at him with loving eyes. Myown son had given me the most wonderfully exciting orgasm of my wholelife. But his cock was still as hard as a railroad spike… and twice aslong! I suddenly had a wanton urge to have that gorgeous young prickslamming deep up inside my tingling twat.I raised my hands up to my son and motioned him over me. He removedhis hand from my cunt, placed himself over me and knelt between my legs.I reached out with both hands and lightly grabbed his still erect cock.I drew it towards my pussy. I let go with one hand and began to collectsome cum from my cunt. He gasped as I used my hand to rub my juices allover the shaft of his long, thick shaft.After it was well lubricated, I drew him closer while I held my pussyopen. A drop of his cum still hung from his gorgeous young prick by aslender string. I placed it right on my exposed clit and then began torub his cock all over my pussy. Then, with a short rapid up and downmotion, I used his cock to again separate my cunt lips. I placed the tipjust inside my vagina. I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Fuckme, son!”, and slid his cock home.His young cock completely filled my cunt, and for a moment, we laidthere motionless. Paul rested his hairless chest on my tits and supportedhis weight with his elbows. He kissed me softly on the lips. Lovingly,like he’d always done… then suddenly his mouth opened and his tongueslithered between my lips, right into my mouth, and he kissed me like noson was ever meant to kiss his mother.I moaned and kissed him back, sending my own tongue deep into hismouth. He tasted fresh and clean and young… and my pussy creamed at thethought of actually fucking him. Jim would freak out if he could see menow, I thought… this time *I’D* have the erotic story to tell when hegot home.I looked over to his left hand and could see just how strong my orgasmhad been. His hand literally dripped. I could smell the special mixtureof his cum and my own. It was almost clear and looked like an egg whiteas it coated his fingers.I moved my head over to it and licked some onto my tongue. It wasdelightful. I could easily distinguish our unique tastes. Quickly, Irubbed my tongue over my son’s lips in hopes that he would share thisvery special moment.He did… and with a low growl, Paul began to fuck me. We writhed andmoaned like a****ls for what seemed like hours, Paul slamming his cockdeep up into my juice-filled cunt, and me hunching my hips up off the bedto receive him. I came three times before my son finally shuddered andemptied his young balls into my hot, clasping pussy.We fucked like that all weekend long, enjoying each other whenever theurge arose… which was most of the time! I’d forgotten how quickly andeasily a horny young 16-year-old boy can recover!But the time, Jim returned home, I was walking sperm bank. Except thatall the sperm sloshing around in my ass, cunt and belly belonged to myvirile young son. Now, I can’t wait until Jim goes away on another of hisextended business trips. Neither can Paul!The End

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