A Mother’s Lust

A Mother’s Lust
by Neveronce

It had been five years since my husband told me he accepted a promotion, which involved moving to another state. Oh yea, he also told me that he was moving there with his young assistant. That was the first and last time I found out he was cheating on me, which was no big surprise to me.

The news was heart breaking to our son Scott, who was nine years old at the time. Since then, I have devoted everything I could to make him happy; as his father seemed to drop off his world all together. They say time has a way of healing anything broken, well almost anything.

Over these last five years, I found that having sex does not necessarily mean one must have a partner. As such, I have accumulated quite a collection of toys to pleasure myself with. Always looking for the one special toy that would bring the feeling of having a good fuck and cock inside of me. I have yet to find anything that would really satisfy that ache for something real to be inside my pussy. I guess I could go out to bars and pick up guys to have full-blown sex with, but I’m afraid of the impact it would have on Scott, or what I might end up with in terms of STDs. So, try as I may, it seemed that my sex life would always be relegated to toys with no real satisfaction.

It was a Saturday morning when my hungry lust for a real cock started to take control of my thoughts. What triggered this was finding a pair of my panties stuffed in Scott’s underwear drawer for the second time. The first time I thought I may have put them there by mistake when I was folding his clothes after washing. Easy enough to do. But, when I saw the second pair a week later, I was really quizzical. I pulled them out and looked closely at them, that’s when I noticed a stain. Not just a stain, but an unmistakable cum stains. I know it’s been a long time since I’ve had any cum on me let alone in me, but I can never forget the feel, crustiness and even smell of cum. Before he left, Scott’s dad would only jerk off and spew it all over me after Scott was born. I guess I was not hot enough for him after giving birth. Baby fat, as he called it, which I still carry on me. I mean when a body gives birth, the body changes.

I was flushed with anger at first that Scott would use my panties to masturbate with. Then I actually became proud that he was getting turned on enough to cum in them. I mean, they were only the basic, run-of-the-mill cotton panties, or as my ex called them: old lady’s panties. I started to smile and my insides started to flutter. I felt warm juices seep between my pussy lips. I could not believe how horny I became all of a sudden thinking about my Scott masturbating to my panties. My son’s cock wrapped in these and him jerking himself. Not a sock, but my panties, and his cock squirting on them. Oh God, I was thinking of my son’s cock.

I quickly put my stained panties back where I’d found them and looked around his room for any further tell tale signs. Nothing looked suspicious, so I started to tidy up. That’s when I noticed there seemed to be a larger comic book in his stack of comics. Curious, I pulled it out and gawked. It was a porn magazine. My son had really hit puberty. How could this be? He was only fourteen years old.

After I finished with the laundry and feeling flushed about my son’s cock, I started searching online for facts about young boys and when they start to get hard, how they start know to play with themselves, etc. To my surprise, they can start as early as 11. Playing with themselves happens when they start rubbing their cock and eventually cum spurts and they feel good. When they feel good, they start doing it more and more. I smiled as I thought I should probably buy more panties.

As I continued scrolling down the web site, I noticed several pictures of small, erect cocks at various stages of development with various blurbs beside them. I just sat and looked at the pictures wondering which one was more like Scott’s. I became increasingly curious about what my sons cock looked like now. I pictured his skinny cock and little sack the last time he let me bathe him. It was so cute, pencil-thin with those little balls. He was about 10, if I remember correctly. Seems like a lot has happened in the last four years, I guess. I started to feel that my pussy was wet as hell. Involuntarily, I moved my hand and started to finger and masturbate myself right there while I tried to envision what my son’s cock might look like these days.

My fantasy vision continued on. I started imaging him masturbating and using my panties, which only made me hornier. I was brining myself closer to climax when I shoved my fingers deep inside and said, “Fuck me, Scott.”

Holy shit, I just imagined fucking my son. I stopped and pulled my fingers out. My hand rested on my swollen vulva. I slowly rubbed and noticed how sensitive my pussy lips were. I couldn’t stop, and slowly re-inserted my fingers thinking about what a cock felt like, then almost automatically my mind went to imagining my son’s cock again. I couldn’t help it. Lord forgive me, but having a cock inside would feel so good now, even if it was my son’s.

My fingers moved faster and faster; I came; I shook with relief, shivers and excitement. I may have screamed aloud, who knows. Like the old saying, does a tree make a sound in the forest if it falls if no one is there to hear?

After coming back to my senses, I couldn’t believe what just happened. I felt the urge to have a real cock inside me again. Hell, I would be happy in seeing one now other than what is on the web. The only one around was my son’s, and I was having a moral debate with myself.

On one hand, I was thinking incest; yet on the other hand, the men in the neighborhood were either all married or older than fuck. I will not be the person to break up a marriage, so that only left the seniors, and I really believe if I tried to fuck one of them he would die of a heart attack with his cock inside me. That is if he could even get it up for me.

Fuck my moral compass, I thought, I had to at least know what Scott’s cock looked like now just to satisfy my curiosity. A sudden rush of a guilt went though my mind again; he is my son what am I thinking? My brain kicked into over drive, I started to think of it as a rite of passage for him, kind of an initiation to the opposite sex in real life, not in magazines or on-line. So much for my moral compass. I started to think about a plan how I could get to see his erect cock.

Still sitting at the computer, gazing at the young cocks on the screen, I noticed I was rubbing my pussy again. That’s when I heard Scott come home.

Then it hit me, the normal routine here was that after I got home from work I would start dinner right away before changing out of my work cloths. Scott, being a latch-key kid, old enough to take care of himself for a couple of hours after school, always lets himself in, but waits for me to come home to cook. I used to rush to get his dinner made and then off to do after school things with him. These are becoming less and less as he gets older and doing his own thing. And, as I discovered, doing his own thing includes jerking off in my panties.

Time to change this routine a little. I needed to slowly seduce my own son to a point where I could eventually see his cock. I hoped that would satisfy my current incestuous urge.

I waited on pins and needles Sunday morning for the stores to open. I went and bought new, almost see-through, panties and a few half cut bras. Both the bras and panties were made of sheer material and lacy – something I’ve never purchased for myself previously, as I always thought them to be frivolous and expensive for what they were. Alone in my bedroom, I had to try on the new stuff to see how I would look for my son. As I tried the panties on, I noticed that my pubic hair, which actually was a full-blown bush, didn’t seem sexy, so trimming it is. I started to think, why not shave it off completely? I mean I have seen pictures of bald pussies and they look sexy even to me.

I waited till Scott was in bed, hopefully asleep and not masturbating, before I went to the bathroom. Not having an electric razor, I had to first use scissors to cut down my unruly bush. Good thing, I thought, as I probably would have burned out the electric razor with all the pubic hair that I needed to trim. Satisfied with the cut down length, I started to moisten my pussy and groin to soften the stubble. Using a new razor, I started to shave. Shaving my groin was laborious. I went through two razors with all of rough stubble to cut through.

Then I shaved around my vulva, I had to pull my lips to each side to ensure I was getting a close shave. In doing so, I started to get horny. A couple of times I found myself inserting my fingers into me.

It took me a while to completely trim and shave, but in the end I was happy with the look in the mirror of my bald pussy. I could clearly see the protruding lips of my pussy. As I spread them open, I marveled at the sight of my clit and thought, “Yes, that looks sexy now.” All that was left to do was to put my plan into motion starting the next day.

Monday, as planned, I went directly upstairs after work to undress. I put on one of my new panties and bras, and strode downstairs to cook wearing only that. Each step I took made me catch my breath. I started to breathe faster the closer to the bottom of the stairs I got, getting a little more nervous, thinking, “What the fuck am I doing?” At the bottom of the stairs, I stood straight and plumped up my tits in the bra, making them fit better and look firmer, assuming young boys probably don’t like saggy tits – especially from their mom who is trying to seduce them.

I entered the kitchen and walked around the table, keeping an eye on Scott to gauge his reactions. His jaw dropped open as I walked in front of him. I flushed knowing that he was looking at me that way. I’ve not been looked at like that for years, it felt good. As I cooked, I made sure he got good views of my cleavage and of my pussy by bending over and passing by him closely whenever I could. Even to the point of walking right up to him where he was sitting down at the table and almost pushing my panty-clad pussy in his face while I talked to him. He was so quiet.

As the dinner preparation went on, I occasionally glanced down at his crotch when I was close and I couldn’t help but notice the outline his erect cock made in his shorts. I made me want to see his naked cock all the more. I felt myself getting wet between my legs, and that jolted me back. I looked into his eyes and noticed Scott was staring at the wet spots and my pussy through the sheer material. I knew then my plan was working, slowly but working.

After placing the food on plates, I moved to sit across from him and ate, making sure he got a good view of my cleavage. When he finished eating, he got up saying he was going to take a bath and dashed off to the bathroom. I knew he was going to masturbate. I must have had the biggest smile on my face, as there is no feeling to a woman when she knows she can turn on a man on like that. Albeit that “man” was my son, and he probably had no idea what was in store for him, but it still made me feel sexy, warm, and flushed all over. That night I pleasured myself in bed, remembering the outline of his cock in his shorts at the table.

Tuesday night I followed the same routine, and Scott made another dash for an early bath time. That night as I masturbated, I seemed to come quicker and more intensely. I was now obsessed with needing to see my grown son nude, imagining his cock standing out for me.

That was it, I resolved to take a more assertive action.

Being Wednesday, not much was on TV, and dinner dishes were done. I gave Scott enough time to start pleasuring himself in the bath after he again went directly to the bathroom when he was done eating. He was consistent at least. I walked quietly to the bathroom, the little bugger had locked the bathroom door. Hmmm, I remembered locks like these can be unlocked by pushing a nail through the hole on the door knob. Quietly I went to find a thin poker and ended up using a turkey skewer from the kitchen. The door unlocked. I stood straight, pushed up my tits just enough so my nipple would show a bit in the half bra I was wearing. My clit tingled as I thought about what I was about to do. I opened the door.

“Mom!” Scot shouted, “I’m in the bath!”

“Sorry, dear,” I replied, noticing he had quickly covered up using a face cloth. “I need an aspirin.” I went to the medicine cabinet and took out the bottle. As I emptied one pill into my hand, I turned and looked at my son in the tub. I popped the aspirin into my mouth and swallowed. Funny, my throat was dry; I’m usually able swallow these things without water, but my heart was racing and I was starting to shake a bit from what I was doing and the expectation of finally seeing his cock. I turned and bent over the sink, my ass pointing directly at Scott while I gulped water from the tap. As I stood up and turned to face Scott, I wiped my hands on my bra leaving large wet spots. Mmy nipples started to harden and knew they formed a perfect outline in the material, if not showing above the bra. When I turned around to face him, Scott’s eyes just widened.

“Here, honey, let me wash your back,” I said as I bent down and grabbed the face cloth he was using to cover his cock.

For a moment, there it was, no pubic hair, still thin, but hard. From what I could guess, at least six inches of thin, hard cock. He quickly used his hands to cover himself while he leaned forward to hide any further evidence of what he had been doing. I started to wash his back by reaching around him front to back, all the time ensuring that he could see my breasts, even pushing my breasts against him as I reached around.

“You know, honey,” I started, “I used to wash you like this every night, and sometimes you would even bathe with me. I’m used to seeing your naked body.”

Scott just kept quiet, and remained hunched over.

I finished and stood up, wiping my wet hands on the front of my panties, which immediately received a wide-eyed expression from Scott. As I turned around, I looked quickly in the mirror and noticed that wiping my hands on my panties made them almost transparent. I could clearly see my bald pussy. “Bonus,” I thought. That should give him some extra incentive to jerk off harder.

That night I slowly started to play with my clit, no dildo. As I massaged my clit, I inserted two fingers into me, imagining it was Scott’s cock. Just the thought of performing the act with him made me cum. My back arched, and I must have moaned really loud.

Scott came and knocked on my door moments after and asked, “Mom, are you okay?”

I just said, “I’m okay. My back is giving me a little pain, that’s all.” I heard him go back to his room. I smiled and went to sleep.

Thursday, I interrupted his bath again with almost the same reaction from Scott, and I had the same intense masturbation session after.

Friday, I strode into the bathroom and he handed me the face cloth while he was sitting in the tub. He still hid his cock from me by covering it with one hand and hunching over.

It was Saturday when things changed on his part. When I walked in to wash his back, he was sitting up straight and not covering himself. I knelt beside him and dipped the wash cloth right by his erect cock. I made sure I brushed it with my hand each time I went to dip the wash cloth. My stomach fluttered and my pussy seemed to heat up warmer as I continued. I took a little longer washing his back than I had the other nights. I must have been drooling as I watched his cock move each time I brushed against it with my hand.

When I went to bed Saturday, I couldn’t stop smiling. Not only had I achieved seeing his cock, but I was actually touching it. That thought made me flush all over, my stomach turned to butterflies and my pussy was just aching to be fulfilled. As I started to masturbate, I noticed how swollen my vulva was and how sensitive my lips were.

Since I was preoccupied with thinking about my plan yesterday, Sunday became laundry day. I went to collect his clothes and put them into the wash basket. As I was sorting the clothes for the washer, I noticed I seemed to have more panties needing washing than I thought. I took out a couple and looked at them. They were covered in sperm stains. I smiled. Smart boy, he started to swap panties. None of these were the new ones I use for my little tease sessions during dinner. I guess he wants to see me in those all the time. I took the one pair which appeared to have the most stains. I sniffed them. Mmmm, the smell of cum was strong and this one was still a little moist…recently used. I started to feel tingly all over. Before I knew it, I was licking the spots trying to get a taste.

I looked around to ensure he wasn’t around as I pulled my panties down and rubbed this freshly used pair on my clit and tried to push them inside my pussy using a finger. I just shuddered thinking about his cum. If I was going to this extent to masturbate, I should be taking it further, feeling his cock slide in and out of me.

What to do? I wanted him inside me so bad. Damn, today has to be the day. I washed all the clothes except for the recently used pair, I wanted to keep those for a little while. I would try to replace it with another freshly used pair every day. I had to plan a special treat for Scott this evening after dinner.

I was upstairs thinking about the next steps when I heard Scott come home from a friend’s house. It was time to wing it, as I had no plan yet.

“I’ll be right down for dinner,” I yelled. “Just sit at the table and wait.”

I quickly pulled on the used panties and looked in the mirror. His cum spots looked good on me, I thought. I looked up to my tits and I thought, “What the hell, it’s hot outside, I can use that excuse not to wear a bra at all this time.”

Oh my, tingle sensations rippled thrugh my groin, I squeezed my legs together to try to stop the sensations. My pussy seemed to heat up and it felt swollen with desire. Butterflies began to flutter in my stomach. My legs kind of gave out on me and I steadied myself, placing a hand on the wall. I turned and started downstairs.

“Boy, it is hot out,” I said in a squeaky voice. “I don’t know about you, but it being so hot I hardly can wear any clothes. I hope you don’t mind, honey, but I just cannot wear a bra today.”

He turned and gawked at my tits. I smiled, knowing I had him hooked. Then he glanced down and noticed which panties I was wearing. I’ve never seen him turn red in the face so quickly. Scott shifted his gaze away. Shit, I thought, did I go too far by wearing his recently used cum panties?

I quickly blurted, “You know, Scott, I notice that a lot of my panties have a hard crust and spots on them like this pair. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you?” I smiled as he continued to look away.

“I, ah…hmm, a…well,” he stammered away. “I’m sorry, Mom, but I…used them.”

“I know, dear” I replied. “I want you to know that is okay. I’m actually quite flattered you use them for jerking off”.

As I walked around to face him, I noticed he turned beet red.

“Now, since it’s really hot outside, and these panties are kind of crusty, I’m going to take them off. You don’t mind, do you?” I asked.

“Nope,” he replied quickly and just looked right at my crotch.

I slowly slid them off and kicked them aside. “Ever see a nude lady other than your porn?” I asked.

Scott looked at me and opened his mouth to say something, but just closed it.

“Well, what do you think of this body?” I pressed.

Scott was squirming in the chair, uncomfortable and eyeing me up and down.

“Come on, it’s hot out and you probably need to free your cock before you hurt it inside your shorts. Be a big boy and take off your clothes,” I said. “I mean, it’s not fair for you to see me. I wouldn’t mind seeing you nude as well.”

With that, he stood up and quickly took off his t-shirt and then his shorts. As his underwear slipped down past his cock, it sprung back up with a bounce. The butterflies in my stomach went into overdrive. I could feel wet juices slowly ooze from my cunt. My hand went to the table to steady myself. I cannot believe the reaction I was having just seeing him like this, so close to being fucked with that long, thin, hard cock of his.

“What a nice cock you have,” I kind of moaned out as I moved closer. “Can I feel it?”

Scott just stood there and watched as I came closer and grabbed his cock. Oh my, smooth, hard, firm long. I fought not to cum on the spot. My legs almost completely buckled. I slowly stroked my hand down the length. I looked up and saw his eyes were closed.

“Scott,” I said, “Ever wonder what it is like to be with a woman?”

He nodded.

“Would you like me to show you?” I asked.

He squeaked out a faint yes.

My hand still slowly moved up and down the length of his cock. With my other hand, I started to massage his balls. I squeezed them and they were nice. I wanted to suck them in my mouth. They would fit perfectly, I thought.

“Okay, but you cannot tell anyone about this, it will be our time together and our secret. Okay?” I barely got out the words myself as my pussy seemed to have a mind of its own by tingling and dripping my own cum, while butterflies in my stomach were going all over the place. Come hell or high water, it was time to go the distance.

I could tell he was in heaven. His senses must have been in overload, just as mine were.

I grabbed his hand and said, “Follow me.” My legs trembled as I took each step going upstairs and then to my bedroom.

“Lay down on my bed,” I said. I watched him crawl on top of my bed and settle in. He started to grab his cock and wanted to masturbate.

“Looks like you want to cum right away?” I asked.

He nodded his head up and down.

“Well, believe it or not, so do I,” I said. “I don’t want to masturbate myself, so don’t do that just yet. We can do more exploring after we satisfy each other, agreed?” I had crawled on top of him by the time I finished saying that, giving him no option to object. He just smiled and watched me.

With his cock standing straight up in the air, I positioned my pussy right above the head. Slowly, I started to squat down. I felt his knob touch my lips. I couldn’t believe it. I was panting faster. I had to control this and not just plop myself down on it. I didn’t want to hurt him or injure his beautiful cock.

I sank down a bit more and felt the complete head slip into my pussy. The rush of the feeling almost sent me off the charts. Not yet, I thought, not yet. I continued to slide down his cock till our pelvic bones touched. I wiggled it inside of me, feeling the walls of my inner self encompass his cock. With that wiggle he came.

He came so fast and so much I felt his cum shoot up inside me with such force and quantity that it felt like it hit inside my stomach itself. There was a warmth to it, and I felt it seep and cover my inner muscles. I couldn’t hold it myself and came.

My senses exploded, and I yelled out. Afterward, I started to slowly slide up and down his cock, squeezing my muscles to ensure I milked out every little bit of cum from him. Satisfied, I rolled off of my son and looked at him.

“How was that?” I asked.

“Wow, way better than my hand,” he replied.

We both lay there for a bit.

“Hungry?” I asked.

“Not really.”

“Good,” I replied. “Now it’s time you learn how to feel a woman’s body and learn what she likes. Come closer.”

He gently moved closer. I pulled his hand to my breasts and explained how to move his hands and mouth along the body of a woman to bring her to near ecstasy. I wanted him to fuck me again, to push me over the edge like he just did. I felt like I earned the right feel like jelly; all wobbly and satisfied.

I will show him what a blow job and a fondling session feels like tomorrow. Well, maybe not, in a few days as I needed his cock inside me a few more times, more than I thought I would. Right at that moment, I was in pure ecstasy mode. I’d never felt that way before with any man or any of my toys.

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13 thoughts on “A Mother’s Lust

  1. That was a fun read! Oh to have had a mother like this! Who best to teach a young lad how to treat a woman!

  2. I just love this thread as a continuation from Mums Panties … Lots of wet sticky pleasure here!

  3. A nice & naughty story – I really like the older woman / teen boy thing, such as Mum-Son or Aunt-Nephew. Great!
    You could have teased him with some “accidental” upskirt maybe…..mmmm!

  4. Nice I remember my mom’s panties all too well. very hot story had pumping my meat at the end

  5. Similar to my own story of seeing my mother semi nude and nude. She always looked to see if I was hard. Never knew if she let me see her on purpose.

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