Special Feelings

It all started innocently enough when my son invited me to the park for a Mother’s Day picnic. He was a good boy despite the trouble he’d been getting into lately, but this wasn’t the kind of thing he usually did so it was a nice surprise. We ate the lunch that he made, and he was acting a little strange – nervous and tongue tied, like he was on a first date or something. He kept saying there was something he wanted to tell me, then putting it off. He then set up his phone so he could take a picture of us together, which I thought was sweet of him.

As we were both saying cheese and waiting for the flash to go off, I felt his hand slip up my shirt and grab my boob out of nowhere. I was so shocked that instead of getting mad at him, all I could do was laugh. Then the flash went off! He gave my tit a few squeezes before quickly pulling his hand away. He began apologizing immediately, but the huge smile on his face made it clear he wasn’t sorry at all. I wanted to be upset with him, but the truth was it felt pretty good. No one had touched me like that in years. I was pretty sure he could see how hard my nipples were as he continued to apologize.

We sat down and he admitted that he’d been thinking about me a lot lately, and not in a nice way. I didn’t want to encourage him, but I liked knowing that I was still able to turn a guy on – even if it was my own son. I didn’t think the park was the right place to discuss things further, and I needed time to sort things out in my head. He was pretty quiet on the ride home, but that silly grin of his never went away. It was a crazy thing to do, especially in public, but grabbing my boob like that was probably the highlight of his sexual experiences so far.

By the time we got home, I was no closer to knowing what to say or how to deal with what he’d done. I couldn’t just let him get away with something like that, but as much as I hated to admit it, my panties were just about soaked through. I had always tried to be a good mother, but getting so aroused by something so wrong made me a horrible person. Before I could decide what I wanted to do, my son took me by the shoulders and kissed me. This wasn’t a cute peck on the cheek, but a full kiss on the lips. I tried to pull away, but he held me tight. I gave up fighting when I felt his tongue pushing between my lips. I opened up to my son and took him in my arms.

His hands slid down to my ass. My head told me it was wrong, but my body said otherwise. He pulled me against him and I could feel his hardness. That’s when something just kind of snapped inside me. I needed his cock like I never needed anything in my life. I undid his pants, dropped to my knees, and began sucking him. I couldn’t seem to get enough of him. I went crazy on my boy and before I knew it he was pumping spurt after spurt of sperm into my mouth. I was never much of a swallower, but I greedily gulped down everything he had to offer. I kissed and licked his pulsing erection for a long time after that, trying to avoid facing up to what I’d just done.

Eventually, he helped me up, took my hand and led me toward my bedroom. I couldn’t let this go any further. I was the adult, I had to put a stop to it before it was too late. This is what I was thinking as he lay me down on my bed and began undressing me. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be between a mother and son. Once he had me naked, he parted my legs. His eyes were fixated on my naked pussy. I was sure he could see how stiff my clit was, and how wet my hole was for him. I had to say something to make him understand that this couldn’t happen.

I was still trying to get the right words out when his hard cock slipped inside of me. I put my hands on him with the intention of pushing him away, but instead I drew him to me and clasped him against my bare breasts. “Happy Mother’s Day,” he whispered in my ear and proceeded to give me the best fuck of my life.

We’ve been lovers ever since that Sunday in May. I keep thinking he’s going to get tired of his old mom and find a cute girl his own age, but every time we fuck he only seems to want me even more. Which is fine by me. I gave up thinking what we were doing was wrong a long while ago. As his mother, there’s nothing I wouldn’t give him. And he says he feels like he was born to fuck me. I can’t imagine anything more perfect than that. And it all began with my son taking a chance and groping my tit at the park.

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10 thoughts on “Special Feelings

  1. Would love to know the real story behind that picture. It looks like a mother/son but I wonder how they ended up in that situation. Love your take on it and as always keep up the amazing work.

  2. Assuming that he was the ‘man of the house’ he was just taking proper care of his woman, no? Very enjoyable!

  3. I think of the times my mom came up behind me and hugged me…always pressing her tits into my back. Never thought anything of it at the time but now?

  4. Where did you find that picture? I would love to know what’s going on between those two and who they are to each other.

  5. @Arturo: I snagged that pic a while back, from Smutty.com (I think). There was another caption with it that I clipped out. To me, these two definitely look related – most likely mother and son. I’d love to know the story behind it as well, but I’m afraid we’ll just have to rely on our deviant imaginations.

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