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Yes, I’m *that* mom.

The relationship I have with my two young adult sons and daughter is far from the norm. For those unfamiliar with our unusual family dynamic, the short of it is that we escaped an abusive multigenerational religious cult together and now more or less live on the run.

The fucking evolved from what we all lived through together and the failure we found when it came to trying to assimilate into ordinary society in the days that directly followed our escape.

It’s both a comfort and a turn on unlike any other…but we don’t expect the average person that had a healthy, well rounded, run of the mill upbringing to be able to identify with us either.

Now that that’s out of the way…

This post is about one of my first sexual experiences with one of my sons, who are only eighteen months aside in age.

As I’ve mentioned once before, he had a traumatic sports injury shortly after turning eighteen that left him incapacitated with two broken arms and the inability to do pretty much anything.

Including jerking off whenever the need arose.

Now, being a hormonal and porn obsessed teenage boy, I couldn’t help but feel badly for him in this respect in particular. It was gonna be months before he could even get into physical therapy, and as the tension began to grow in our household due to his building sexual frustration…it occurred to me that something had to be done. And fast.

Now, most mothers wouldn’t think to be the one to lend their son a hand (*literally*) in this sort of situation, but as I’ve already touched upon…I’m far from a ordinary mother.

Thus, it wasn’t *that* much of a shock to him when I approached him during his “alone time” when no one else was home with a bottle of lube and a promise to keep this little arrangement just between us.
And so, with porn playing on his computer to somewhat distract from the fact that his own mother had his rock hard cock in hand, my son willingly relinquished himself to the notion of finally being able to cum after a solid two weeks of being deprived.

I didn’t know at the time that he had been nursing an incest fetish and a crush on me for quite some time, or that I was basically making his wildest fantasy finally come to fruition.

But I guess I should have started to put it together when he began to focus more on me than the porn, his heavy lidded eyes struggling to remain open as he tensed and thrust his hips upwards to meet each and every one of my well focused strokes.

I knew what I was doing, and after a few more good pumps he shot a enormous load of sticky cum all over my hands, tits, and if I didn’t know any better some even got on my face.

He was breathless and at a loss for words when all was said and done, and I was left soaking wet and in dyer need of a release myself.

I excused myself and immediately went to take a shower, where I pleasured myself with the removable nozzle for a solid half hour at the wondered of the major boundary I had just crossed with my sweet boy.

There was guilt, sure, but the prevailing emotion was one that shook me to my core…

It was a yearning to do it again.

Wearing only my panties, a pair of knee socks, and a now slightly askew bra, I tore off his shirt and we stopped to catch our breath.

Suddenly, the mood changed, and we were kissing deeply, making up for lost time. He was gentler with my breasts than he had ever been in the past, as if relishing in being in my presence again as I once again reached into his boxers to grab hold of his hard cock.

“I’ve needed this,” he finally admitted.

I didn’t say anything.

It went without saying that I felt the same.

His hand slipped into the waistband of my drenched panties and I moaned as he began to rub expertly right where it did the most good. He rubbed my outer lips for what felt like forever, and I started to damn near convulse. Then a finger expertly pushed between the folds, and he found how very wet I was. Before long, he found my clit, and….

Fuck.

My bra got unhooked and my panties slid to the floor along with his boxers. He was kissing my feet and then my shins when I said, “You know we can’t really do it, don’t you? I haven’t been on the pill in forever, and…”

“I know,” he said, “so why don’t we just have some fun?”

I let him lick my pussy for a while—he was so good at that—and when he started licking my clit, he pushed two fingers inside and my first orgasm of the night rippled through my body.

I made him lie down on the sofa and sat on his belly facing his feet. I was rubbing his upright cock and managed to get to a position where I could lick his balls and then his shaft and finally take it in my mouth. As I bent over, he was able to pull my pussy lips aside and lick the insides of my vulva and then my clit. He licked around my opening and then thrust his tongue inside.

Oh my god…just like that, I was cumming again, bobbing up and down on his cock got faster and more impulsive as he groaned and beckoned me on.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warned, but I kept sucking him with all my might. Soon, jet after jet of his seed filled my mouth. I was able to swallow most of it, but some of it dribbled down over his balls. I kept running my lips up and down on him till he went limp. Then, spent, I stood up.

I was standing in front of him, totally naked. He managed to sit up and just stared at me. “You are so beautiful, Mom. I’ve always felt that way.”

His gaze looking me up and down gave me a warm glow. We sat on the sofa a while longer and pulled a throw over us while we kissed and cuddled.

I realized he was getting aroused again, and so was I.

I laid back on the sofa and he climbed on top of me while we kept kissing. His hand gently caressed my nipples and I managed to slip my hand between our bodies where his rock-hard cock was pressed against my belly.

We played like that for a while, and then he took his cock and laid it between my legs along my slit. He was rubbing it up and down in a fucking kind of motion, but of course, not inside me.

I felt my arousal get stronger and stronger—it felt so good. And then I realized something: I really, really wanted it all! Birth control be damned!!

“You can put it in, sweetie,” I managed to say in a hoarse voice.

“Are…are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

He managed to reposition himself and his tip was at my opening, leaking and ready.

“Are you sure?” he asked again, this time more firmly, his voice low and ragged.

“Oh, fuck… I love you. Fuck me, fuck me now. Seed me. Seed your Mommy.” And I felt his wonderful cock push deeply into my welcoming body. Deep into my loins.

Thrust after thrust felt so wonderful and I helped things along by rubbing myself and wrapping my thumb and finger around his slippery organ. I managed to tell him it was OK, that I was wrong, that I was on the pill after all. And for the second time that night he came in me, but this time in such a better place.

When he finished, he stayed in me until he went limp and we kissed as I pulled him closer to me.

Then, just as quickly as it began, it was done.

NSFW: yes

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