My mother always told me to be obliging and submissive before the men in my life. "Their lives and ours are too different to understand each other. You'll make a better man of your husband if you are his wife, mother, nurse, and teacher, all at once. And the same for your sons and father. They don't know it, but they need it. You should be obliging even when they don't ask for your help," were her words of wisdom.
I never forgot her lesson. I watched her oblige to my father's every need and desire -- make him food, clean up after him, support his ideas, and answer his every command. When I grew older I realized that her submission, her obliging without request, probably extended to the bedroom. It only seemed natural. At times I was repulsed by her near-servant status, but I recognized over time that my parent's relationship was much stronger and more intimate than the relationships of my friend's parents. We were conservative people with conservative values and who was I to question what worked.
And so, when I married my husband, Jake, I followed my mother's lead. I did everything for him; I gave him my heart and mind, and yielded my body before his whether he asked for it or not. In the bedroom, I let myself become an object before his lust and existed to merely please his desires. I found this partly degrading at first, but soon found it exciting. My body was not my own when we were together -- it was his. I disengaged myself when we fucked and found myself experiencing my body and my orgasms through his body and through his orgasms. And I discovered that I wasn't sexual except in the act of submission, except when my sexuality was extracted from me by my husband's m*****ations.
My friends had no idea. I never talked about sex to any of them. I wore long skirts or dresses that did not reveal my slender, sexualized body. I attended church twice a week, helped with its organizing efforts and taught Sunday School for a time. Nobody knew about my slavish sexual nature.
We had our son when I was just twenty and I ensured that we raised him in a conservative and familial environment like the one I was brought up in. My husband went to work and I stayed home to look after our son, Robbie. He was homeschooled until high school, when he decided that he wanted to venture beyond my classroom. And it was late in high school that my relationship with my son changed....
I suppose that all mothers discover that their sons masturbate at some point. The evidence accumulates beyond a doubt. Mattresses, pillows, and sheets are stained. Tissues pile up in bathroom and bedroom waste baskets. Socks and towels become sticky and then crusty. And, in my case, disorder in my underwear drawer provided clues that someone had been there. No mother wants to believe the evidence, however, until the moment she actually stumbles upon the act. And when I walked in on Robbie, one evening after school, I had to fain shock. He had left his bedroom door open a crack and so I did not knock. I was collecting laundry and wanted to let him know that dinner would be ready in ten minutes when I entered. There he was, lying on his bed when his penis in hand, ogling a Victoria Secret catalogue. He immediately laid the catalogue over his penis to hide it from view and I backed out of the room.
"Oh my...." I exclaimed as I moved into the hallway.
"Jesus, mom!" Robbie shouted in embarrassed surprise.
"Don't use that word, young man," I shouted back, temporarily forgetting its context. "The Lord's name is not to be taken in this house ever!"
"Sorry mom, but....I'll.....I'll be down in a few minutes to dinner, just give me a few minutes," Robbie said. He was clearly humiliated and couldn't think of what to say. I felt the same and thought that the space of a few minutes, his temporary solution to the problem of what should pass between mother and son and a moment like this, would be good and proper.
"Fine," I said, "dinner will be ready in ten."
I left the laundry basket I had been carrying upstairs and went down to the kitchen. I stirred pots that didn't need stirring and went through other automatic tasks mindlessly. I was confounded by what to say to my son. Perhaps his father should be the one to talk to him, but his father was not at home. Jake left early in the morning, before Robbie or I awoke, and returned after dinner. His job kept him late these days as the flailing economy demanded more productivity from those who were lucky to keep their jobs. But bringing Jake into this would just cause more embarrassment; it would mean another person finding out something that Robbie clearly wanted to keep secret. So what to do? Do I talk to him? Should I ignore what I just saw and allow him to continue on?
Among these thoughts came to my mind words my husband always said, "masturbation is an act for those who are not loved." He said that he never masturbated, that he endlessly preferred me and I believed him. When we were younger he used my body to pleasure himself many times a day and although we had grown older and the sex had slowed, he knew that if he wanted "release" all he had to do was take me.
And so now my son was masturbating. So he was "not loved" as my husband would say. He had no girlfriend, and if he had then my husband and I would have forbade premarital sex. He had no other outlet for his natural male urges but to satisfy himself. It seemed a cheerless and inappropriate means to a necessary end.
I then thought of my mother's words, "be obliging and submissive before the men in your life." The depth and wisdom of those words guided me throughout my life and then seemed to bear a weight now. Obliging and submissive, that was my role as wife and mother. I had two men in my life and they each needed me to make them better, to make them successful, rounded, and worldly men. I was what my husband needed, but now, after walking in on Robbie, I began to doubt that I was what my son needed. He was lonely; he was trying to experience something that was inherently social as an individual and the pathetic reality of that slapped me in the face. The truth that I was letting him down confronted me and threatened to haunt me forever if I did nothing to change my relationship with my son.
It had been about ten minutes, but Robbie had yet to come downstairs. There was no sound or movement coming from upstairs. I imagined him sitting on his bed, petrified of what awaited him at the dinner table. I felt responsible for this sad image.
I turned off the stove tops and the oven and ascended the stairs. I would confront him, ask him about his needs and why he was masturbating, and exorcize the demons that had already begun to haunt me.
When I knocked on his door I heard a faint, "um...come in?" I entered and found him sitting on his bed, staring at the wall. He looked scared and guarded.
"I didn't come to yell at you or embarrass you further, baby," I said. "I merely came to have a brief chat and see what we can do to make things better for you in this house."
"Better?" he questioned.
"Yes, better. You see," I began, "I feel that what I saw you doing a few minutes ago is a symptom of my mothering. I think that it is a result of a weakness in our relationship -- an indication that something needs to be remedied."
"Mom, it has nothing to do with you. I'm just a guy and that's what guys do."
"It has everything to do with me, Robbie. It is not 'just what guys do;' it is a perversion of nature; it is what guys do when they can't do it properly.....with a woman."
"Well, I'm not that popular in school. I've never been with a woman," he said.
"I know. And I wouldn't want that. Premarital sex is wrong; you shouldn't be with random girls experimenting. It's dangerous and sinful."
"Then I'll stop altogether and just ignore those urges. That's what you want, right?"
"No, honey. They are natural enough urges. They are God's way of telling you that you need a partner to share them with. The orgasm is a miracle, but only when it's shared with someone you love, not when its arrived at alone or awkwardly experienced out of sheer curiosity with some teenage girl."
"Then what do you suggest?" he asked. He still could hardly look at me. The conversation we were having was too intimate for his comfort. Our f****y did not have conversations about sex and it was affecting him.
"What I'm suggesting," I said, touching his chin with my fingers and directing his gaze into mine, "is that as your mother I should be willing to give myself to your urges. My body is not mine alone, it is partly yours. You were born inside of it and it will be yours until I return to God. If you need to orgasm it should be with me, inside of me."
"Are you joking?" he asked. His face had a look of disbelief. He hadn't expected me to say what I said.
"I love you, Robbie, and I just want to be an obliging and submissive mother to you. And I think that this it what is needed on my part right now. What do you think?"
"I don't know. I don't know anything about sex or pleasuring a woman; I just know my own urges and pleasures."
"That's fine, honey. That's all you need. Don't worry about me. I want you to think of my body as a tool for you to gain pleasure. Don't worry about foreplay or romance or any of that stuff -- that's not what this is about. This agreement is about you gaining the release that young men your age need -- quickly, efficiently, and properly, with someone who loves you. Does that sound good?"
"It sounds funny, but I guess, okay."
"Good, then tell me, are you in need of release right now? You were ten minutes ago, but did you finish?"
"No I didn't finish, I was too embarrassed to continue."
"Good. Then before dinner, we'll have a test run and I'll show you what I mean."
I stood up from the bed. My son looked into my face and then down my body. He was in awe of what was about to happen. I was wearing a housewife dress that went beyond knee length. I reached behind me and unzipped the dress and let it fall to the ground. Robbie gulped as my body unveiled itself to him for the first time. I was wearing white cotton panties and a white bra, but my flat stomach and curves of my hips and medium breasts were visible to him in a way that was unimaginable before. I then removed my bra and let my breasts hang freely on my chest. My small nipples pointed at my son. I was arousing myself at my own actions, at my own submission. Then, I reached to remove my underwear and exposed the bushy patch between my legs to my son's stark gaze. I said nothing, I merely removed my clothes, obligingly and submissively, for Robbie's enjoyment. It felt remarkably safe and familiar and reminded me of when I did the same for the first time for Jake on our wedding night.
"What.....what do I do?" Robbie asked, gawking at my nipples and then shifting again to my pussy.
"I am going to lay down on your bed and spread my legs a bit for you. All you have to do is take off your pants, lay on top of me, and insert your penis in the slit between my legs," I said, spreading the slit with my fingers to show him the entranceway to my innards. "Then you just thrust until you orgasm, just like when you masturbate."
"But, won't that make you pregnant?" He asked.
"No, honey, I'm on birth control. You can't make me pregnant. Nothing can go wrong. You are in a safe place with the person who loves you most in the world."
"And I can touch you and your body?"
"You may do to my body whatever you like. And you can request from me anything that you would like, anything that will help you achieve pleasure. Don't be afraid to ask."
Robbie stood up and watched me as I laid down on his bed. I put my head on his pillows and lay on my back, spreading my legs a bit, just like I promised. He was paralyzed with fear and awe at my submission. "Just remove your pants, Robbie, and lay down on top of mommy. I promise, it will feel good."
Robbie unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs along with his underwear. Under his hanging shirt I could see the swell of his penis. "And my shirt?" he asked.
"Take it off too, you'll be able to feel my breasts on your chest and it'll feel better."
He removed his shirt and his penis came back into full view. It reminded me of Jake's when he was Robbie's age and we were married. It was stiff and purple and blue and made me wet in remembrance.
"Come on, baby," I enticed him, "just climb on top of me and stick your penis inside of mommy. I promise it'll feel great."
Robbie followed my command this time. He awkwardly climbed atop me from the side and fell onto me. Feeling his weight above me made me cringe with pleasure. He was too heavy and strong for me to fight or push off if I changed my mind now and I suddenly felt my own urges surface in my actions. I reached down between us and grabbed his penis.
"Mommy?" Robbie asked, rhetorically.
"Don't worry, baby. Mommy's going to take care of you." I yanked a few times on his penis to make sure it was hard. It felt like a metal rod, it was so stiff. I placed it at the opening of my pussy and told him to push.
"Ugh!" Robbie let out, as he let his weight push his penis into me. "Mommy, mommy, I've thought about this," he confessed as he began humping wildly into my center.
"I know baby. It's perfectly natural. That's why I'm here for you. Now, just cum inside of mommy, empty yourself into me, Robbie. Come on, Mommy's here for you, always." I held his hips as they gyrated into me.
"MommMeee!" Robbie let out as he came a moment later. He had lasted about ten seconds. At the time I was a bit surprised, but looking back it made sense. He had never seen a naked woman, had never touched one, and it is touching to think how quickly I was able to satisfy my son.
Robbie panted for a second and then leaned down to kiss my left breast while fondling my right. He was exhausted from the most fulfilling cum he had ever experienced, and yet he seemed suddenly hurried. It was as though he realized that the sex was over and the magic of my body was about to leave him. He desperately wanted to explore, to fulfill his curiosity, before I took myself away forever.
"Relax, baby. Just relax. I'm not going anywhere. My body is yours to enjoy whenever you want. We're done here now. Why don't we go down to dinner? Later, when you feel up to it, we can do this again."
"Okay mom, I really want to. I'm tired, but I really want to again."
"I know, sweetie. There'll be plenty of time for that."
At dinner Robbie and I sat quietly for a while and then began discussing neutral topics: school, the neighbor's new dog, our summer vacation. Then, Robbie found the courage to bring up his father. "What about dad?" he asked, "won't dad be angry if he finds out about what just happened?"
"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "To be honest, I hadn't planned on telling him. I think we should keep it a secret and not tell anyone. If anyone finds out, then we'll have to stop."
"Aren't you cheating on him though?" he asked.
"I don't think so. I love you both and you both know that. I am willing to do what I can to make each of you happy in your own ways. He is my husband and you are my son. Those categories won't change. Only, you and I, as mother and son, will be closer. I am cheating on him as much as I do when I make you dinner as well as him. It is my duty to fulfill both of your needs and he knows that."
"Ah..." he said, and looked down at his plate.
Jake came home shortly after we finished dinner and Robbie disappeared into his room. It seemed like he was nervous around his father in a way he had never been before. I thought it was cute and thoughtful of him to consider his father so much. His father, however, didn't consider him when he fucked me, so why shouldn't Robbie do the same?
The next morning I lay sl**ping in bed and Jake kissed me before he left like he always does. It was early and I woke slowly as I heard Jake close the front door and his car leave the driveway. Robbie was still asl**p. He wouldn't need to wake for school for another half hour. I left bed and decided to visit my son, to see if he needed his mother.
I entered Robbie's room and found him asl**p. A sheet covered his body, but I could see an engorged penis beneath it. Just like Jake, Robbie was going to wake up overflowing with desire. I lifted the sheet and found Robbie in his boxer shorts. His penis had navigated its way out through the slit in the front of the shorts and was fully erect. I kneeled next to my son's bed, as though in prayer, and took his penis in my mouth. I licked and sucked at it, trying to quench the desire my son didn't even knew he had yet. He woke after only a few seconds.
"Mom, oh mom, please....yes...." he said when he looked down to see me devouring his cock. But then he began to emerge from his daze, "Where's dad?" he suddenly asked, partly sitting up.
"Your dad's gone to work. Don't worry about him. This is about you."
I continued to suck on his penis and he began to thrust his hips and fuck my face. He was moaning in pure joy and I felt fully like a good mother in that moment.
"Mommy, I want to be inside of you again...I want to cum inside of you again like yesterday," he whispered.
"Okay, baby," I said. And I stood up and took off my nighty so that he could see my fully nude body. I then clasped his underwear and pulled them down and off the bed. "Just stay still baby, mommy will do the work." With this, I climbed atop my son so that he see my chest and watch as my torso lowered down upon his penis. When he felt himself slip inside he moaned again.
"Oh God, mom, that feels amazing," he said.
"I know, baby. Anything for you, my baby boy," I said, as I began to hump him to tempt his cum into my body. "Don't hold back, Robbie. Cum into your mommy's pussy. Mommy wants all of your cum in her wet pussy, baby. Tell me you want to cum in your mommy's pussy, Robbie!" I ordered him, as I sat on him, gyrating faster on his small twin bed.
"I want to cum inside your pussy, mommy. I've always wanted to cum inside you. You're so beautiful, mom. You're perfect, I can't believe how PERFECT you are," he shouted as he came. He had lasted more than thirty seconds this time.
"Thank you, darling," I told him. "I think you are perfect too. And remember, whenever you need me, whenever you need my body, just take it. It's yours to play with, my love. So long as we are alone, my body is not mine, but yours. Now, it's time to get showered and ready for school." I raised myself off of his cock and picked up my nighty from the floor. "I'll make you breakfast," I said as I left the room.
That day I worked around the house and thought about what had transpired between my son and I. It had been a while since I'd had sex two times in a short period like that. It was fun to remember how sexy I used to feel under the crush of my husband's lust. Robbie, now, was just the same. And his dirty talk, remembering Robbie's flash of dirty talk made my pussy momentarily wet. Hearing my son's sexual thoughts, uncensored, was glorious. I felt so close to him; I felt like our honesty had reached a peak during intercourse.
But I didn't allow my thoughts to drift too far astray. What I was doing was out of duty; it was for Robbie. It was not about me or my pleasure.
In the afternoon Robbie came home from school, but I didn't hear. I was standing over the kitchen sink and the water was running loudly. Suddenly, I felt his hands wrap around my belly and clasp.
"Oh!" I exclaimed, "hi, honey, how was school?"
"It was awful, mom," he said, his hands moving down below my belly button and in between my legs where he palmed my pussy beneath my bunched up skirt, "all I could think about was you and how I want you."
I let out a moan as he increased the pressure on my pussy. "Then just take me, Robbie, I'm all yours."
Now that he had my permission he gained his courage. In a swift move he moved me from before the sink to face the kitchen table two steps away. He pushed my torso down across the table so that my backside arched at the table's edge and my feet remained on the ground.
"Stay like that," he commanded me. I didn't say a word, but remained still and let him contort and use my body. I felt my pussy get wet at the sound of his command; I was experiencing myself through his eyes, just like with my husband.
He bunched my skirt in his hands and pulled it up and onto my back, exposing my ass. I was wearing my conservative white cotton panties. These he quickly pulled down and I stepped out of them. Then I felt nothing. He was not touching me, he was gazing. My ass and pussy were fully exposed to his gaze, to his want. I was presenting myself to my son as though I was some kind of a****l. I finally felt his hands touch my bottom and skirt the base of my crack along my asshole. It tickled and I startled. Then I heard his pants drop and felt the tip of his penis impale my wet pussy.
"Ugh," he let out as he entered me, "fuck yeah, I waited all day for this!"
I reached out my hands to grasp of the farther edge of the table as he pounded into me. "Is this what you like, baby?" I whispered in a hoarse, breathy voice, interrupted by the sensations pulsing through my body. "Is this how you want mommy? Bent over a table for you? Her pussy up in the air, begging for your cock?"
"Mommy, yes, yes, this is what I want, always!"
"Whatever you want baby, just tell me whatever you want." At this he slowed his fucking. He was learning control, he was becoming braver and full of self-possession that my body truly was his from now on. He then began to speak, thrusting his dick deep into me every few words to emphasize his commands.
"I want YOU to stop wearing UNDERwear in the house. I WANT complete access to your PUSSY at all TIMES!"
"Ok Baby, no more underWEAR,"I let out, panting from the pleasure of being dominated by my son. "What else DO you want?"
"I want you to wake me up every MORNING like this morning. I want you to COME into my room when dad leaves and suck on my COCK to wake me up."
"Okay, baby. Mommy's mouth will be your alarm clock every MORNING!"
"Good," he said, and then began fucking me frantically again. I was close to orgasming. I hadn't yet orgasmed with Robbie; he had been too quick before. But now I felt the pressure inside my pussy building. My pussy was going to explode. But I heard Robbie's panting increase as well -- he was on the verge of cumming. The thought of him cumming inside of me only made my orgasm that much closer, but before it could arrive Robbie collapsed onto my back, panting in exhaustion. I could feel the tingle of his penis as it shot out its remaining load. I felt disappointed for a moment. I was so close. But I was proud of my son; it had barely been a day and he had progressed so far. By the end of the week I would surely be cumming with him.
Later that night, Jake came home and we lazily watched television in the f****y room. Robbie came downstairs later in the evening, when Jake was on the verge of dozing off, and sat with us. He was skirmish and uncomfortable, I could see. He sat on the couch near me and constantly turned his gaze from the tv to me. Jake, unaware of what was occurring in his son's mind, dozed in the ottoman next to the couch.
After an unbearable period, I looked over at my son. There, in his crotch, I could see a massive erection. "Poor boy," I thought, "that can't be easy to deal with."
"Honey," I said loudly, waking Jake from his slumber, "why don't you go to bed?" I'll be up after this show's over.
"Yep," answered my husband rotely. "It was a hard day; I should go lay in bed." He walked upstairs in a daze. Robbie and I both heard him enter our bedroom and then close the door behind him. He was exhausted and would strip and lay in bed for only a minute before falling asl**p to the world.
I stood up and turned off the tv.
"I was watching that!" said Robbie. "I wanted to stay down here longer."
"I didn't say that you had to leave," I said. "But we need to be able to hear if your father gets up again." I walked over to my son and stood before him. "It looks like you have a problem that only mommy can fix," I said, gesturing towards his crotch.
"I can't stop thinking about your body," he said.
"That's nice to hear, baby; it's flattering." I reached down and pulled his sweatpants down, exposing his erect penis.
"Are you wearing underwear?" he asked.
"Nope. I told you I wouldn't anymore," I said, as I moved myself onto his lap, facing him and straddling his legs. I kissed his face and lowered my pussy onto his cock. "Hmmmm," I moaned as I felt his dick fill me. "Mommy, will take care of your problem," I whispered into his ear and began grinding my crotch into his, "just stay still and mommy will take all that cum away from you."
"I want to see your breasts, mom," Robbie whimpered.
"Okay, baby." I unbuttoned my blouse, took it off, and then removed my bra. My boobs, with their tiny nipples dangled inches from my son's face. "Suck on them, Robbie, like when you were a c***d. Suck on mommy's tits, baby."
He began to suck ferociously back and forth on my chest. And I ground my pussy harder on his cock, feeling the hair from our crotches tangle and tickle.
"Come on, baby," I said, speeding up my gyrations, "cum inside of mommy's cunt. Mommy needs your cum!" I yelled, quietly, at him.
"Ohhh, mom. I can't hold it much longer!"
"I know baby," I hurried him, "just release it all into mommy." And with that he came inside of me, his penis spurting and fizzling inside of my pussy like firecrackers exploding in the air. My pussy muscles tightened and released, squeezing every drop of cum from his penis.
"Is that better, baby?" I asked.
"Yes, mommy," he said, burying his head into my chest and beginning to think about dreaming already.
"Good, Robbie, now go to bed," I ordered, climbing off of him and feeling some of his cum spill out of my pussy and run down my leg, "mommy will see you in the morning when it's time to wake up."
The next morning I kissed my husband goodbye, waited for him to leave the house, and then stripped off all of my clothes. I entered my son's room to find him dead asl**p. He was naked under his covers and didn't awaken when I removed them from his body. There he lay, on his back, with his penis half-engorged. It was beautiful, and I realized at that moment that I had anxiously awaited this moment and every other, that I was anticipating those times when Robbie and I were alone and could love each other. I kneeled on my son's bed and began kissing his cock. It responded immediately to my stimulation, perking and twisting to form in only seconds. Once it was erect, I took it in my mouth and sucked on it as hard as I could.
"Oh.....mom...." I heard Robbie's voice as he woke to see my naked form taking his cock in my mouth, "that feels amazing!"
I didn't say a word to him, I didn't want to release him from my mouth. I wanted to drink my son's elixir at that moment, more than anything. I needed to taste him. The thought of his semen's taste began to make my pussy wet. Before long, I was nearly dripping with anticipation. I sucked faster and harder, trying to draw the white liquid out of his body and into my mouth.
"Mommy...." he whispered as I worked on him. "Mommy......mommy....keep sucking..."
I had never been so wet. I didn't know exactly how to relieve myself. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, not my cunt, and so I reached between my legs and began rubbing and fingering myself. Robbie's view of his mothering playing with herself was probably blocked by my bobbing head, but the sound of my hand fucking my own pussy was perfectly audible. I was pounding myself violently, trying to cum before my son did. He tried to look up, confused at first, but finally realized what was happening and the image of his mommy fucking herself to orgasm while thinking about his cum in her mouth was too much for him. My little boy's penis jerked in my mouth and began firing its load across the back of my mouth. The knowledge that he had ejaculated exhilarated me, but it was the first taste of his semen that sent my own orgasm over the edge. My pussy and ass, both sticking up in the air away from my son's view, began gyrating uncontrollably as I rubbed out my orgasm and drank Robbie's cum. I moaned into his crotch and unplugged my mouth only so that I could swallow the load and begin lapping at his penis for any stray collections of cum.
"Mom, that was unbelievable. I never want to wake up another way in my life!" Robbie exclaimed. "Thank you......thank you."
I had removed my own hand from my crotch and used it to push myself off the bed. I stood naked before him, flushed and excited. "You're welcome, baby," I told him, and left the room to make him breakfast.
Throughout the day the wetness between my legs resurfaced whenever I thought of my son's cock and how he had taken me over the kitchen table the day before. I wanted him to do it again! I wanted to feel his body overpower and dominate mine. A few times I reached down and began playing with my cunt, but had to restrain myself. "No," I told myself, "my relationship with Robbie is about serving him, it is not about my pleasure. It is about his."
But when three o'clock came and I knew he would be home any minute, I could no longer contain myself. My pussy simply couldn't wait to be impaled by his cock. Accordingly, I stood in the kitchen and began to undress, just thinking about him. I removed my skirt, my blouse, and my bra. Of course, I still was not wearing underwear per Robbie's request. I folded my clothes and put them on a chair and cleared the table. And when I heard the front door open I leaned completely forward at the hips over the table, letting my chest rest against the tabletop, reaching with my hands to its farther side, and once again, presenting myself to my son.
Robbie walked in the room and dropped his bag. I couldn't see his face. Mine was on the table, but I heard him begin to remove his clothes in the middle of the kitchen and approach me. My ass and pussy was wide open to him and I finally felt his hand cup my crotch.
"Ughhhh......" I let out. He began rubbing me, picking up my wetness onto his hand. I was moaning like one having an asthma attack. Breathing deeply from the core of my being, anticipating my son's cock breaking past my pussy lips.
Robbie's hands moved into my pussy and out again. I knew I was going to cum when he put his penis in me; today I was going to cum. Suddenly, his finger, wet with my pussy juices, touched my asshole and then pushed into it without much warning. I was caught off guard! I felt violated for a moment, but then remembered that my body was his playground and I was to be submissive before his curiosity. The feeling of his finger in my asshole is hard to describe. It felt invasive and uncomfortable. But at the same time, it was incredibly intimate and became sexual.
"Mommy, your bottom is so beautiful. I can't imagine anything more beautiful," Robbie longingly whispered to me.
"It's all yours, my darling. Mommy's ass is yours."
"I need to fuck it, mommy. Not right now, I won't right now, but I need to fuck your ass." His finger continued to probe my asshole as he spoke.
"Okay, my love. Whenever you want it. It'll hurt, but mommy wants you to be happy," I said.
Then, in one movement, Robbie's finger pulled out of my ass and I felt his penis invade my pussy. He was excited by my permission to fuck my ass whenever he wanted. His impulse to fuck overtook him and he pounded at my exposed pussy with f***e. As he fucked my body was crunched into the abrasive table again and again. Robbie pumped his cock into the back end of my pussy and inadvertently began pushing my clit into the table's edge. At first, the v******e of this pressure was painful, but with each thrust, my clit ached to be pressed into the edge of my kitchen table and stimulated by the pressure.
"Oh, baby," I shouted, over Robbie's loud cries. "Fuck me, fuck me, make mommy cum, mommy needs to cum, baby."
"I want to make you cum, mommy!" He shouted. "I want you to cum all over my dick, mommy....cum into my cum!"
"I'm gonna cum, son, I'm gonna cum any second now.....just......keeeep.....fuccckkinng......" I let out, cumming wildly out of my pussy walls and all over Robbie's cock. When he felt my pussy contract he too began cumming, and, for the first time, our juices commingled and wetted the intimate space where our bodies met.
That night my husband, Jake, came home early. Luckily, Robbie and I were eating dinner and not engaged in more dangerous activities. Jake sat down and ate with us, but our conversation fell stale. In the previous days my son and I had become very close and out physical intimacy had ignited a psychological intimacy that hadn't existed. With his father nearby, however, Robbie stopped talking and I with him.
A few hours later we were again in the f****y room watching TV. My husband lounged in his ottoman chair and my son and I sat on opposite ends of the couch. Under my house dress, I could feel my naked body against the couch material. The sensation would have felt unclean a few days before, but now it reminded me how exposed I was at all times to a m*****ation from Robbie and an impaling from his cock. I became wet thinking how easy it would be to lift my skirt and reveal myself to the two men in my life.
Jake sat to my right, in his chair, and Robbie to my left on the couch. Jake's chair was even with the couch, but turned towards the tv. To see me, Jake had to turn fully around and only then could see my torso and face. My lower body was shielded from his sight by the couch's tall arm. Robbie, however, sitting at the farther end, was wholly visible to Jake's gaze, should he have wanted to turn to look.
Aware of my limited privacy, I began to pull the back of my skirt from under me and bunch it near my back. My legs were on the couch, bent under my form, and I wanted, at that moment, to expose myself to Robbie, to remind him of what was his. I wanted him to become as turned on as I was at that moment. Slowly, I pulled the skirt up my legs and above my waist. Robbie's gaze was stuck on the TV, but I was patient. I now had the skirt completely bunched around my mid-area and was exposing my ass to Robbie. A minute later he looked over and witnessed what his mother had done. He turned back to the TV and then to me again. He didn't want to look too long or his father might become curious. Meanwhile, I stared aimlessly at the television, the whole while reveling in my exposure. I opened my legs a little and from beneath my ass Robbie could now see my pussy slit and its glistening wetness. I glanced at his pants and saw that he had placed his arms over his lap to hide his boner.
"I have a little work to do in the kitchen," I said. "I'll be back in a bit." I lowered my skirt and stood up, shooting a glance at my son. I walked slowly through the kitchen door and stood next the table where my son had fucked me the two previous afternoons. I pulled my skirt up again and my hand shot between my legs. I began rubbing my pussy furiously. It was too much, being near Robbie without him inside of me. I needed to cum at that moment! My fingers pushed into my cunt and I imagined my son's cock cumming, over and over.
Suddenly, the door opened and my son entered. I stood facing him, with my skirt bunched in one hand and my pussy in the other.
"Sit down on a chair," I whispered, "and take out your cock." He sat on the chair he used at dinner and pulled his cock out between the piss slit in his PJs. He was rock hard. "Don't make a sound," I ordered, moving towards him with my hand continuing to rub my pussy. I turned my back to him and bent to sit in his lap, lowering my cunt lips around his cock.
"Oh God!" he whispered as he entered me.
"Oh baby," I whispered, beginning to bounce my ass on his lap, "mommy needs your cock in her cunt all of the time. Mommy needs your cum!"
"I need your cunt all the time, too, mommy," Robbie said, reaching his arms around me and grabbing my pussy from the front. "I love your cunt, mommy. It's all that I can think about."
His words drove me into orgasm. My hips began wildly thrusting down onto his cock as I muffled my screams with my arm. He responded by returning my thrusts and cumming a few seconds afterwards.
My pussy was soaked. It felt like it had been drowned in my juices and my son's for the past two days. When I stood up from Robbie's lap I could see a huge wet spot where my pussy had emptied some of its contents on the front of my son's Pjs. I lowered my skirt. "You should go right to your room to change, but don't let your father see your pants," I told him.
The next morning I woke Robbie up as usual and then waited for him the entire day. I played with my pussy and even poked a finger in my asshole once thinking about my son's cock throughout the afternoon. It was amazing how changed I was by his lust. His need for me was so strong, was so flattering, that I knew I would never be the same.
When he came home he found me on his bed, nude, laying on my stomach, splaying my legs for him.
"Mommy has a surprise for you, baby," I said, beginning to lightly hump my hand.
"What's my surprise, mommy," Robbie asked, removing his clothes.
I continued humping my hand, putting on a show for my son on his own bed. Lifting and lowering my hips on the mattress and forcing the springs to ache under my thrusting body. He stood at the end of the bed, softly touching his erect penis and watching my ass clinch as I lowered myself on the mattress and then splay for him as I thrust it up again. It was exactly what I wanted him to look at.
"Mommy went to the store and bought something special. Look on your dresser."
On his dresser Robbie found a bottle of lubricant. "What'll we do with this, mom?" he asked.
"That's to rub all over your cock, baby, so that you can cum into mommy's ass, just like you wanted." I was so near cumming myself, just humping my hand and thinking about my son's cock invading my most private part. "Come kneel behind mommy. Put lots on your cock and in my ass, baby, and then it's all yours."
I rubbed my pussy furiously, and brought myself to orgasm after instructing my son to invade my ass with his cock.
"OOOOhhhhh......" I moaned, "mommy can't help it, baby.....just thinking about you...."
I then felt my son's hands on my backside. I had slowed my rubbing and I felt his finger, wet from the gel, push into my asshole without any warning.
"Is this what you want, mommy?" He asked.
"Yes, I want you inside me where no one else has been. I want you to make it hurt, baby."
Robbie's finger pulled out just as quickly as it had entered and I knew that his cock was coming next. He was horny as can be, after watching me masturbate for him, and he needed release. I felt his penis pinch between my ass cheeks and gently touch my anus. My body experienced the pain of anticipating pain. Then he pushed. It didn't yield at first. My anus clenched closed against the invading presence of this foreign object. I couldn't seem to convince it to open again. Robbie was being gentle and I couldn't make my body cooperate. But then his gentleness disappeared. His horniness made him desperate. He grabbed my hips and held them in place and then rammed his cock into my anus. The combination of his f***e and the lube were no match for my virgin bottom. I suddenly felt full and then came the pain of the thing. My skin and the muscles around my rectum were stretched and ripped. It was like the reverse of giving birth.
Once Robbie's cock was in my ass he stayed still for a minute. This allowed me to catch my breath and ration the pain.
"BABY!" I gasped. "You're so deep inside of me."
"Does it hurt, mom? You told me to make it hurt."
"It does, Robbie. But you'll turn mommy's pain into pleasure in a minute."
Robbie began to softly hump my ass. I could feel the friction of his dick sliding inside my rectum walls. And then I started to experience pleasure. At first the pleasure was psychological. Robbie's cock was in my ass; my son was happy and was getting what he wanted. A mother could not want anything more. And then, this psychological pleasure began to merge with the movement of his cock. As he pushed I could feel his cock's tip massage deep recesses of my body that rocked my core. I began to associate the pressure of his tip touching those deep recesses with the joy of making my son happy and I found that I was suddenly on the verge of a new type of orgasm.
"Oh, mom. It's so tight. I can't stand it too long. It's so tight." He was grunting and making noises like he never made. The friction and pressure was causing him pain too. But he kept pumping.
"Keep going, baby. Mommy's going to cum from the pain. It's so wonderful to feel you filling me like this. I feel pregnant with you again," I confessed. I think that the mention of pregnancy pushed him over the edge.
"Uuggh," he cried. "I'm cumming, mommy. I'm cumming in your ass."
I imaged his penis ejaculating its jizz into my ass and I began to rub my pussy frantically. Just as Robbie began to slow his humping motion, I accelerated mine and felt my vagina explode. I began to shout with joy, "Oh! OOOoooo!" My vagina was ejaculating; I was squirting! As I rubbed my clit I could feel the juices shooting out of me.
When it was done I fell forward and Robbie fell on top of me. His inflating penis was still in my ass and he lay still on my back. "Mom," he said, "thank you for that. I'll never have a greater moment in my life than this."
"Me neither, baby," I whispered back. "Me neither."
In the weeks that followed Robbie and I continued our routine. I came into his room in the morning and he came into my mouth. We had afternoon sex almost every day and I orgasmed every time. One night my husband was horny for some reason. Something he had seen that day must have set him off, because we hadn't had sex in nearly a month. Sex with my husband was, I found, uninteresting. I performed my wifely role. I pleasured him and let him cum into my pussy. I told him that it was great and thanked him. But the truth was that I thought of Robbie the entire time. After my husband fell asl**p I snuck into my son's room and assaulted his cock. It was practically ****. I rode him and we came together, his juices unknowingly mixing with my husband's. It was the relief that my husband could no longer provide.
Then one day Robbie came home from school and found me working in the kitchen. He was a bit early and I hadn't expected him. When he walked in he found me wearing my day dress and scrubbing the stove.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Oh my!" I exclaimed, turning around, shocked to see him standing there. "I didn't know that you were home. Why are you home early?"
"I skipped the last class because I was thinking of you."
"Honey, you shouldn't do that."
"And you should be waiting for me and ready for my cock," he said playfully. He was horny and it was making me horny to hear him be so explicit.
"Oh, should I? Bent over the table with my ass exposed all day long waiting for your cock to come impale mommy?" I jested. I approached him and reached out for his crotch. I began rubbing his cock through his pants and stared into his face waiting for his retort. I could feel the juices gathering between my legs. I was excited, wondering if he would cum in my mouth, cunt, or ass. But he didn't say anything. He let me jack his cock through his pants and just stared back into my face. His cock got hard and was clearly constrained in his pants, but I didn't stop my rubbing. Suddenly, he made his move. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a chair at the kitchen table, the one that was often left out for us to fuck on in the afternoons and, sometimes, quietly in the evenings. He sat down on the chair and in a single gesture laid me out across his lap like a c***d about to be punished.
"You've been a bad girl and you need to be punished," he said. He pulled my dress off of my legs and ass and scrunched it over my back. My ass and thighs were now centered in his lap and completely exposed. The thrill of my nude form before my son's eyes turned me on even more. Then, he slapped me hard on the ass and I let out a screech. And he hit me again and again.
"Ugh!" I let out. "Oh! I've been a bad girl. I'm sorry for being a bad girl. Punish me to make me be your good little girl," I said in the most cutesy and infantile voice I could muster.
Robbie smacked me again. It sent a sharp sensation through my ass cheeks, but then came the pleasure of knowing that Robbie was touching me and pleasuring himself with my body. "You have been a bad little girl," he said. And he spanked me again. "Are you going to be my good little girl?"
"Yes, daddy, yes. I promise that I will be your good little girl. I'll prove it to you; I'll do whatever you want me to, daddy." The roles we were playing were now established. We had never done anything like this before. My son was my daddy and I was his little girl. It was entirely new, yet I seemed to remember it happening a dozen times before. SMACK! He hit me again.
"Daddy's little girl has been too bad for this to go unpunished." SMACK! "Daddy's going to have to make you pay, sweetheart." SMACK!
"Whatever you want, daddy," I playfully offered in my little girl voice.
Robbie spanked me one more time. SMACK! And then pushed me to the floor. I wasn't expecting it and I fell hard. Before I could gather myself he was on top of me. I was face down on the floor and I could hear his pants sliding off. In one gesture his rock hard cock impaled my cunt. This was my punishment.
"Ugh! Daddy, daddy, no!" I pretended to fight. "Daddy, no one's ever done that to me, daddy. It hurts, it hurts!"
"Daddy's got to teach you a lesson, sweetheart," Robbie squeaked out between the grunting of his cock thrusts. He was being rough and violent and fulfilling the role that he was playing. "Daddy's little girl is never going to forget her punishment!"
"Daddy, no! Don't, daddy! Your pee pee is inside of me, daddy! It can't be, daddy, it can't be," I screamed and playfully fought beneath my son. I playacted from a place of a forgotten memory. The action seemed familiar and real.
Robbie held me down and pumped his cock in and out of my cunt. I could feel a wetness I hadn't felt in decades. I think he was making me bleed down there and it was contributing to the lubrication. The pain and the pleasure were one, just as the first time he fucked my ass and just like something else that I couldn't quite place.
"Daddy's cock is going to cum inside you, little girl."
"And daddy's cum might make you pregnant," he said between his violent breathes.
"And if you get pregnant it's because you're a slut."
"I'm not a slut, daddy!"
"Yes you are, baby. From now on you're my slut! Every day daddy is going to **** your little cunt, baby. Every day he's going to cum inside you whenever he wants. That's what daddy's little girl wants, isn't it?"
"No, daddy!" I appealed.
"Don't lie to me!" he yelled, pounding my cunt even harder to enf***e his point.
"Ok, daddy, I'm your slut daddy. I want you. I want your cock in my pussy every day and every night. I want to make mommy jealous. I want you to want my cunt over hers, daddy!"
"That's what I thought, you slut. Ugh! It's happening, baby! IT'S HAPPENING! Daddy's cumming into your virgin cunt! Ugh! Yeah, yeah, yeah."
I felt my own orgasm rise with Robbie's. The pain of the thrust to the floor and the v******e of his impaling cock were real, but the i****t and **** fantasies were too much. When daddy told me that he was cumming I shivered with a virgin's orgasm.
"Yes, daddy!" I yelled. "Cum inside of your little slut's cunt!" The shivering stopped and we came to a stop. My face was pressed into the kitchen floor and my son still atop me.
"Will daddy's little girl be good from now on?" Robbie whispered in my ear.
"No!" I said laughingly and turned my face askew to see his smile. He kissed me deeply and then lifted himself off of me. I felt his limp dick slide out of my cum-filled pussy. It sent tingles through my aching body. I stood up and my head swirled. I felt momentarily dizzy and for a second imagined myself as a very young woman in my c***dhood kitchen.
"Are you okay?" Robbie asked.
"Yes, yes, honey." I said. "It's just that...I'm having a moment of deja vu...of something I can't seem to remember from when I was a young girl."