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[by Orange]

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This is a memory of mine which is as extreme as it is shameful for me, and it will need some explaining. As you might know from my previous stories I was on some kind of a journey to come alive again, to live out the sexual desires I had held back for like centuries and to experience some crazy things. Still this happening here I never had intended – I never even had wondered about such things ever before.

My son and I are living together for his whole life and while his dad and I are divorced for many years now already, he´s still a regular visitor. I broke up with my Ex in friendly terms and we stayed good friends for all these years and by looking at how often we were spending time together as a family, it felt less like a divorce and more like Mom and dad having plenty of free space from each other. It was like that on sexual terms aswell; several times a month I was still warming my Ex´s bed and we both enjoyed our little fun-times there. Only, with his constant focus on his work these times became less and less until the stress had killed his mood completely and our ‚with advantages‘ vanished for good. Fitting to my overall restraint on sexual endeavours this was just as boring and uneventful. I somehow had gotten used to this, but now as I was in a phase of wild sexual ‚rebirth‘, I wanted to change that poor state of ours aswell and spice up our sexual connection again. Whenever he was around I tried to incentivise him with innuendos, romantic talking or even revealing outfits, yet without any results. I saw him appreciating these lewd sparks but there never came any real response from him. At some point I started to assume that it was a more serious problem with his physical libido as if his mind said yes but his body showed no reaction. Because of this I decided to give him a little booster to get his libido heating up again.

After some investigation and informing myself I bought several ingredients to prepare an aphrodisiac booster for my Ex (no drugs at all, only natural and healthy plants), mixed it up and made iced tea with it since he loved these kinds of drinks. He usually drops off our son at university on his way to work, so when he showed up at morning I gave him the self made iced tea to drink over the day. Since I didn´t tell him what it was for, he just took it as a treat. Of course nothing happened as these sort of things don´t work instantly so I simply prepared more iced tea for him every day for almost two weeks, yet there were no changes at all even though I ended up making the latest drinks more potent in their ingredients. My Ex was acting totally ordinary, friendly but completely non-horny. However, at the same time I noticed my son to act sort of agitated and to spend more time than usual alone in his room. I thought about it, but didn´t worry too much; I took it for one of many teenage quirks popping up from time to time and I certainly didn´t link it with my actions.

One day when my Ex came by I greeted him wearing nothing but a loosely closed bathrobe, but still there happened nothing at all. After he was gone again I just stayed in my living room all disappointed and spent some time watching TV until my son came back from university. I didn´t bother changing clothes as he had seen me in bathrobe countless times already and just closed it more tightly. When I got up from the couch to begin preparing dinner he suddenly hugged me from behind as he used to do a lot when he was smaller. It came unexpected as he was a big boy now and not into childish cuddling anymore, but as a Mom I didn´t mind it of course – at least until I noticed his hug being tighter than usual and his hands touching differently. Before it could go on long enough for the breast groping to get obvious, I gently placed my hands on his to stop them from moving further and tried to solve the awkward moment with humour.

„That´s enough with the spoiled kid impression“, I said with a laugh. „Save your love hugs for when Mom is at least wearing undies.“

„You´re not wearing any underwear?“, he asked with somewhat of a hoarse voice. I figured it – aswell as the dumb question – for embarassment. I went towards the kitchen while hearing some rustle behind me and said:

„Shouldn´t be surprising when someone is wearing a bathrobe, dear.“

Before I could turn around to see what the growingly hectically rustling was about, I got hugged from behind again though this time it was much quicker and rougher. I felt something hard poking against my butt through the fabric and I was too shocked to accept knowing what it was, but in this hug he turned me around on the spot and I could see that literally all of his clothes were scattered on the floor – which only could mean that my son was holding me in his grip while being totally nude just now. He didn´t stop at turning me around and pushed me towards the couch. The whole situation was so overwhelming and unspeakable; I wanted to ask what the hell he was doing and repel him, but all I was able to was repeatedly calling out his name. He was so hasty at it that he almost fell over me when he bent me forward and once more I felt his hardon pressing against me through the fabric. While my hands landed on the couch and I was busy with keep myself from falling aswell, he unknotted my bathrobe, quickly pulled its lower half apart to reveal my nude butt and not even a second later I felt his throbbing, rock hard dick ramming into my pussy. I gave out a shrill gasping sound. My own son just penetrated me and without hesitation he started to pound me with fast, intemperate thrusts. I was too shorttaken to do anything, but I also didn´t yell or cry or anything. All I did was thinking ‚This isn´t happening, oh god, this just can´t be happening right now!‘ My pussy got wetter with every thrust, a fact I tried in vain to ignore, and when my son quickly came due to his wild thrusting my whole lower body was trembling and shivering. He pumped an unbelievable amount of glowing hot sperm inside me and the realization of it made my face feel even hotter from all the ashamed blushing.

He released me from his hug and I sank down on the couch, first only on my knees but as I felt how shaking my legs were I fully sat down on my butt, too baffled to care about my filled pussy leaking on the couch. I turned around to look up to him, wordless with wide, shocked eyes, and I could see the rising guilt in his face. He clearly was struggling with himself over what he just had done and I came to figure out that of course he wasn´t in any ordinary, reasonable state. Something must had brought him into that frenzy and once I wondered about it, the dots connected very quickly in my head. Now, despite the initial shock, I suddenly felt much more guilty than he did and I saw myself confronted with the issue how to make that clear to him without telling him about the shady sex-intentions with his father. I moved around on the couch to get closer to him while he still stood there frozen in place and placed a hand on his thigh.

„Hey, calm down, sweetheart“, I said lamely, having no real clue what to tell him. „It … it is okay … it was my fault, you hear?“

I don´t know if he really listened at all, but he – or rather, his body – definitely reacted to me. Moving around and towards him naked and touching him sent only one message to him. His dick which had barely cooled down to a semi-hard state rose up again instantly. I had to force my eyes away from it and up to my son´s face, but while he was clearly embarassed for getting horny for me again I could see that his decision was long made. With an „I´m sorry, mom“, which sounded as sincere as it sounded aroused, he kneeled down infront me on the couch, almost carefully grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pushed his dick into my mouth. A big shiver ran through my whole body and I pressed my thighs together to try and hide my trembling and my pussy leaking even stronger now. All thoughts of reason and modesty in my head just shrank down to helpless resignation and made way for other, more … instinctal thoughts. My son kept holding my head and slowly moved in and out of my mouth, and soon enough I started to lick and suck on his dick whenever he pushed it back in. Encouraged and further turned on by this he started to thrust faster and at the same time he plucked and pulled at the bathrobe I still (to some degree at least) was wearing. Last sparks of modesty made me try to withstand his efforts, but only a few moments later I turned to help him out instead and freely let it slide down from my shoulders and arms.

As soon as he had me fully nude he stopped using my mouth and instead moved around to get back to the real deal. While he was moving on the couch, getting the bathrobe out of the way and me on my back, I had plenty of opportunity to call a stop there, but no, I just didn´t bring myself to do it. It all had went to hell already and my unreasonable, physical side just didn´t see a point in stopping anymore now. He moved over me and kneeled between my spread legs. We both kept looking on each others naked bodies, avoiding eye contact at all costs for we both pretty surely had the same deeply ashamed, guilty pleasure in our faces. He went inside me and fucked me with deep, vigorous thrusts. Noone said a single word and there were barely any sounds besides the wet clapping and the surpressed moans escaping my grit teeth. When he came again in the end his load felt just as big as his first and my legs cramped around his waists as I came to my own son creampieing me.

I at all times kept telling myself it was because of my long sexual frustration that I had several orgasms during it all. Yet despite all the claims my reasonable side made about me having no choice there, I **did** open my mouth for him, just as I **did** open my legs for him aswell. Heavens forbid I´d admit that he just felt so amazing inside me …

Only after all was over – after all damage had been dealt – and we have had the most shameful talk in our lives I learned that my Ex actually couldn´t stand the taste of the self made herbal tea so he just had secretly given **all** of it to our son – unknowing that he would stimulate our boy into something like this. It explained that sexual outburst at least, but what sticked was the fact that I apparentally was that attractive to my own son so he would even hit on me in his heat in the first place. In the end we had a logical explanation for why this had happened – still, after all those feelings of guilt, shame and arousal things definitely weren´t the same as they used to be …

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