It was brought to my attention by an astute reader that I messed up. In the first part of this story I identified Timmy as being 13 years old. In the next two parts I had him at 14. The correct age should be 13, and I apologize for the mix up. Unfortunately, this site doesn't provide any ability to go back and correct such mistakes, so we'll just have to adjust our mindsets as best we can and muddle on ahead. Sorry for the confusion.
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I was worried that my husband might be able to smell traces of our son's cum on me, so I decided it would be prudent to take a shower before bed. I cursed myself for the hundredth time for being so stupid. Why was I risking a great 17-year marriage to a wonderful man, whom I loved now as dearly as the day I first fell in love with him, for the perverse thrill of molesting my own teen sons?
I tried to lose myself in the spray of hot water caressing my naked body, but my mind wouldn't stop thinking about it all. Things were moving too fast. I was acting without concern for the consequences. This wasn't like me at all. I was always careful and calculated. I was never the wild one, or the spontaneous one, and definitely never the kinky one. All I needed to do was begin reasserting my mental discipline and get this thing under control.
First, I needed to take stock of exactly what I'd done over the past few days – maybe, when looked at objectively, it wasn't as bad as I was making it out to be. It all started at the beginning of last week when I was working in the back yard and accidentally glanced into my 16-year-old son's bedroom and saw him masturbating. At first I was upset, but then I became intrigued. I purposely spied on him several times, peeking into his window from outside. Intrigue quickly became arousal, and by the end of that week I was sneaking out to his window wearing sweat pants and no panties so I could easily slide my hand down between my legs and play with myself while I secretly watched him jerking off and cumming. This was wrong, but he was none the wiser, which is how I should have left things.
Instead, I had an irresistible urge to be physically closer to my son while he was pleasuring himself. For some selfishly warped reason, I desperately wanted to be a part of Nick's sexual experience. I concocted a plan to use his cum rag as an excuse to discuss his masturbation habits, and ended up convincing him that there was no need to hide his private activities from his loving mother. He trusted me, and went ahead and jerked off while I sat next to him and watched. I admit that I did get swept up in the moment and bared my breasts to encourage him, which may have been taking things too far. I got so incredibly turned on that as soon as I could I hurried up to my own bedroom and got myself off several times. This whole thing was obviously inappropriate, but still relatively harmless. I might have manipulated the situation to serve my burgeoning perverted lusts, but nobody was being forced, and we both got a great deal of pleasure out of the encounter.
I might not be feeling so distressed about what I was doing if I hadn't let things go beyond that level of intimacy. The very next day, I found myself giving my boy a helping handjob. It seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to do at the time, but once the horny fog cleared I knew I'd definitely crossed the line. I could just about manage to trick myself into justifying the two of us showing off our bodies in front of each other, but I was clearly guilty of molesting my son the second I grabbed his erect cock with salacious intent. The difficulty was that even though I knew it was wrong, the feeling of his manhood erupting in my pumping fist, and seeing the expression of joyful bliss on his face, gave me a rush that infused me with a sense of fulfillment like I'd never quite known before. What's worse is that the realization that I'm sexually abusing my child only gets me more aroused. I needed to contend with the possibility that I'm a serious sicko.
The soreness of my pussy suddenly broke into my thoughts and I became aware that I had tucked a finger up inside my soapy vagina at some point during my musings. Not only had I been abusing my son, I'd also been abusing my own pussy. I promised myself I would keep my hands off of myself for a day or two and let it recover. This was proving more difficult than I had expected. I forced myself to stop fondling my twat and focused instead on my sudsy tits.
I told myself that I was going to slow things down, maybe even put a stop to it all for a time, so we could both come to terms with what was happening. That plan quickly went out the window when Nick came home from school earlier today and found me in the kitchen naked from the waist down. Well, it was too late at that point – the pussy was out of the bag. One thing led to another and next thing I knew I was sprawled out on his bed completely naked. I shamelessly masturbated in front of him while he watched and jacked off. I practically commanded him to shoot his cum on my tits, and got him to rub his cock all over my face while I frigged myself off to a mind-blowing climax. My son not only saw his mother's naked cunt, but he also witnessed me finger myself to orgasm…twice. And if that had been the worst thing I'd done for one day, I might have been able to deal with it.
Earlier, before I put on a live porn show for my older boy, I'd discovered that my younger one was stealing my dirty panties and jacking off on them. I was surprised, but I wasn't upset. I should have felt violated and disgusted by his behavior, but instead I actually found it oddly flattering. I made a misguided gesture and left a 'fresh' pair of used underwear for him. By the time I realized what a mistake that was, it was too late. I went to his room to get my panties back, but walked in on him humping his pillow with my dirty undies in his mouth. I couldn't say anything because he knew I was the one who'd left them for him to use. Since I'd already lost the moral high ground, I just went ahead and dug myself down deeper. I let my 13-year-old, who's not more than three or four months into puberty, sniff the panties I was wearing while he was rubbing one out onto another pair of my panties. And just to make sure I was pegging the needle on the depravity scale, I stuck my fingers in my twat-hole and had him taste his own mother's pussy off of them. The fact that he absolutely loved it doesn't make it right.
God damn it! My hand had once again found its way down to my crotch. What was going on with me? I'd never been so perpetually horny in my life. It was like there was some new hormone suddenly pumping through me that had me thinking about sex around the clock. It was also apparently sapping my ability to make responsible decisions when it came to my sons. I could only imagine what they must think of me after what I'd done with them. At the beginning of the week I was just plain old mom as far as they were concerned. Now I was some kind of wanton, cock-craving seductress luring them into committing unnatural acts of incestuous debauchery. I was all but inviting them to lose respect for me as a parent, and corrupting the loving trust that should form the foundation of a mother's bond with her child. Intellectually I knew I needed to find a way to back off and get things back to the way they're supposed to be, but on every other level all I wanted was my sons' cocks.
I rinsed off and got out of the shower. Maybe I was just still high on all the orgasms I'd had that day and a good night's sleep would put me in a more rational state of mind. I'd just have to do my best not to think about it for the rest of the evening, and simply act like everything was normal. I quickly dried myself, threw on a pair of comfy yoga pants and a pull-over top which was thick enough so it wasn't obvious I didn't have a bra on. Once I finished blow-drying my hair I headed downstairs to the family room.
My husband Evan was stretched out on the sofa flipping between channels, watching four things at once. I went and gave him a kiss, then settled down on the love seat.
"You want the remote?" he offered.
"I'll watch whatever you're watching." I grabbed the fleece throw blanket and spread it over my lap and tried to zone out to whatever was on the TV.
I found myself trying to remember the last time he and I had watched a porno movie together. The little video store where he used to get them closed down at least ten years ago, so it had definitely been a while. One night a few years back when we had the house to ourselves I'd asked if he wanted to watch one on pay-per-view, but he couldn't get past the idea of paying $9.99 for a watered-down, 45-minute porn movie. I wasn't particularly into the movies either, but I liked the naughtiness of it and how excited he got watching them. We always ended up having a great fuck after (or even during) the movie.
I fantasized about him putting one on the TV right then, taking his dick out, and stroking off there on the sofa. I secretly touched myself under the blanket, then realized what I was doing and pulled my hand away. I was a certified hot mess. I needed something to take my filthy mind off of sex.
"Hey, Mom." Nick said as he walked in. So much for that plan. "S'up, Dad. What're we watching?"
"A hundred and fifty bucks a month for this crap and nothing good's on," his father grumbled.
"Cool," Nick responded. It was obvious to me that his mind was on something else. He planted himself next to me on the love seat, even though there was an empty chair, and plenty of open floor space where he'd be more comfortable.
My foolish heart went pitter-patter as if I were a doe-eyed adolescent girl who was excited that the cute boy had chosen to sit next to her. I contemplated whether or not I should start shopping around for a therapist.
"Man, it's cold in here," Nick complained to no one in particular and stole half of my blanket.
I suspected he was up to something, but then I dismissed the thought, chalking it up to my own one-track mind. Then I felt his hand on my leg.
My sneaky son stared innocently at the TV as it jumped from one channel to the next and squeezed my thigh. The only thing to do in this situation was to firmly move his hand away and let him know that it wasn't the time or the place for such shenanigans. Instead, I sat quietly while my pulse sped up. His hand moved a little higher and squeezed. All I did was bite my thumb and check to see if my husband was paying any attention to us.
Evan had paused in his surfing for a news story about copyright infringement in Russia, and didn't appear to notice what his son was up to with his wife only a few feet away. Nick's hand boldly advanced up my leg another few inches. If I let him get away with one more move like that he'd be squeezing my coochie next. Beneath the blanket, I placed my hand on top of his and held it there, letting him know that he'd gone far enough.
Everything was calm then, except for an occasional squirm or squeeze from Nick. It was actually kind of nice to be snuggled close with my boy again like when he was little. My fond, maternal memories were interrupted when that boy took hold of my hand and drew it toward his own crotch. I was about to pull back as soon as I realized what he was doing, but before I could I felt his naked erection. Somehow he'd managed to pull his cock out of his pants.
Before I knew it, my hand had reflexively taken hold of his shaft. Oh God, this was bad. What was he thinking? If his father noticed I was playing with his dick right next to him in the living room all hell would break loose. I checked again to see if my husband was at all aware that something funny was going on. Once I confirmed that he was still absorbed in whatever was on the television, I gave Nick's penis a few good tugs.
He was still pretending to watch TV and had an ear to ear grin on his face. Again, I went ahead and took the path of least responsibility and began subtlety massaging his prick with one hand, making sure my movements weren't obvious. Nick sighed contentedly and relaxed against me, resting his head on my shoulder.
After a few minutes of cautiously playing with his cock it was becoming very hot under that blanket. The hand I was using to squeeze and rub him was warm and sweaty. My own crotch was heated and moist. As much of a precarious thrill as fondling a dick practically under my husband's nose without him knowing was, it was also maddeningly frustrating because I couldn't do anything with all the horniness that was building up inside me. It was divine torture.
I was thankful when I felt Nick's hand slip beneath my shirt. His hand tickled the skin of my side. His motions were hesitant, as if he was giving me the opportunity to push his hand away. I considered it, but I desperately needed to be touched. His hand inched higher. It was only fair, after all, for me to let him feel my boobs. I was touching his penis, for goodness sake, so why shouldn't he get to touch my tits?
Nick's hand crept higher and finally found its goal. My son was actually holding one of my boobs. He clutched it gently, and I could tell that his palms were sweaty as well. The blanket was only covering us from the waist down, so I checked to see if it was apparent that I was getting felt up. My pull-over was bulky enough that as long as his hand wasn't moving it wouldn't be noticeable. I rubbed my thumb around the softness of my boy's cockhead and waited to see what he would try next.
His fingers found the erect tip of my breast and lightly tickled over it. I didn't know if I could take much more of this. I wanted to tear all my clothes off and fuck him right then and there. I must have been insane for letting myself get into such a situation. I could feel a dribble of pre-cum leak from my son's pee slit. I smeared the slick liquid around his engorged glans with my thumb.
It was right about then that Timmy wandered into the living room to join the family. Nick's hand froze in mid-grope. My hand tensed around his shaft.
"Hey, honey," I piped up hoping no one could detect the strain in my voice. "Sit down and watch TV with us."
Timmy seemed to be noting that there was no place next to me for him, and then settled down on the floor in front of where I was sitting with his back against the love seat. I don't think he could tell what was going on between Nick and me, but I knew I couldn't be sure of anything these days. I reached out with my free hand, ruffled Timmy's hair, and gave his ear a playful pinch. Meanwhile, Nick was back to fiddling with my nipple, gently pinching it, giving it a little pull, experimenting with a slight twist. It all felt way better than it should have, maybe because it was my son who was doing it, or was it the foolish risk we were taking with the rest of the family right there?
As I furtively kneaded Nick's cock, I fantasized about how great it would be if I could just openly jack him off here in the living room with my husband and Timmy present. I imagined the two of them with hard-ons waiting their turn. I'd have my fingers buried in my own puss for anyone to see, and everyone would be happy and horny together.
I must have been working him harder than I realized because all of the sudden I felt that familiar sensation of warm wetness oozing down over my hand. I looked over at Nick and he had a dreamily apologetic expression on his face. Oh, God, I hadn't thought he would cum that easily, but I should have remembered that I'm dealing with an adolescent boy.
I milked as much out of him as I could and just knew his goo was getting all over everything down there, including the blanket. And for my next trick, I had to figure out how we were going to get all this spunk cleaned up without anyone noticing. It seemed my favorite little fleece throw blanket was about to become a giant cum rag! Life would have been a whole lot less messy if I'd only had daughters.
I tried to wipe him off as best as I could without arousing any attention, then the two of us worked together to get his sticky hard-on back into his pants. I cleaned what I could off of my hand onto the underside of the blanket. We both sat there for a time watching TV like nothing happened, waiting for our bodies to cool down.
"When you go down to your room," I said casually to Nick, "bring this blanket down with you and throw it in the laundry room. I can't remember the last time I washed it."
He caught on right away. "I have to finish my stupid homework anyway," he complained. He stood, awkwardly gathering the blanket as he did, bunching it up and holding it against himself to hide both the cum stains and the bulge that was probably still in his pants.
"Night, hon," I said and watched him shuffle out of the living room. No one else seemed to have noticed anything strange, which allowed me to breathe a bit easier.
In the middle of mentally beating myself up for letting something like that happen, Timmy got himself up into the spot his brother had just vacated. He snuggled up against me, and wrapped his arm around me in an innocent hug. At least that's what it would have looked like to my husband.
What wasn't so obvious was that I could feel Timmy's little boner pressed firmly against my hip. I wanted to be upset, but I knew I'd brought this on myself. I sat quietly and let him enjoy the good feelings he must have been getting from the contact with me. What a mother will put up with for love.
That night I woke up from a dream. I was too groggy to remember the details, but I was naked and there were cocks everywhere. I think these cocks were attached to my sons, and my husband, and possibly my father and brother also. They were all over me and I couldn't get enough. I rolled over and tried to get back to the dream, but I had a strange sensation. It was a feeling like there was another presence in my bedroom.
I reached out and made sure my husband was lying next to me, and he was. I listened, but didn't hear anything. There was definitely someone else there. I didn't want to say anything and wake Evan, so I waited and listened. Before I could confirm anything one way or the other, I apparently fell asleep. I awoke in the morning in an unexpectedly good mood. Even with all the stress of my ongoing sexual transgressions with my boys, and the impending visit from the in-laws, I couldn't help being happy.
After showering, I fixed myself up a little, put on my robe and tiptoed into Timmy's bedroom. His eyelids peeped open when I sat down on his bed.
"Can we talk?" I asked, brushing his long hair out of his face.
He nodded and forced himself awake the rest of the way.
"Are you naked under there?"
"No," he said in a gravelly morning voice. He lifted his blanket to show me that he had on a pair of white briefs, and some obvious morning wood.
"We need to talk about what happened yesterday," I started gravely. A big smile spread across his face. "I'm worried that I did something with you that I shouldn't have done."
"It was only about the best day of my life for me."
"Okay, I know it made you feel good, but doesn't it bother you that your own mother would act that way. It's not exactly normal, you know."
"Then I guess I'm not normal either, because I think you're the best mom possible."
"I think maybe you're just saying that because you're hoping it will happen again."
"It shouldn't," I answered right away. I took his hand in mine, so warm and soft. "But, I don't know, maybe." I was hopelessly pathetic. "I don't want you to end up thinking that I'm some sort of creepy weirdo."
"I'm a creepy weirdo already," he said with a smirk, "so what difference does it make?"
"Even still," I tweaked his nose, "maybe I'm going too fast for you. I didn't mean for everything that happened yesterday to happen. I'm afraid I got carried away and maybe this is too much for you to handle all at once."
"Yesterday was perfect, Mom. I liked rubbing off in front of you, and it was so cool of you to let me smell your panties and…between your legs."
"And you're not grossed out that I made you taste my pussy juices from my fingers?"
"Totally the opposite!" He was more than fully awake by this point. "I never knew that a girl's pussy would taste as good as that."
"And it doesn't bother you that it was your mother's pussy you were tasting?"
"It probably should," he admitted, "but ever since I first smelled your dirty panties a couple months ago, I've thought about what it would be like, so I guess it doesn't seem that bad to me."
"In that case," I said, "how do you feel about fooling around with me a little before your dad and brother get back from golfing?"
I stood and untied the sash of my bathrobe. "Why don't you start by getting out of those underpants." They were practically off by the time I finished speaking.
His fierce little prick stood up straight. It was so hard it looked like it hurt. It was so cute I just wanted to gobble in up in my mouth. Maybe I would…one of these days.
"You gave me an idea last night while we were watching TV," I told him and dropped my robe.
I stood before him in a slinky purple bra and panty set. I'd bought it for a weekend getaway Evan and I took a few years back for our wedding anniversary. I hadn't worn it since, but I thought this would be a good occasion to bring it out for a spin. The panties were the kind of shiny, satiny material that feels so good against your skin.
"Holy crap, Mom, that is the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life."
I blushed and gave him a pose so I could soak up his adoring gaze a little longer. It had been a long time since I'd been looked at the way my boys had been doing the past few days. It felt damned good.
"Okay, slide over," I told him when I couldn't wait any longer to get started.
Timmy moved over and I lay down on his bed in the space that he made for me. I gave him a quick smooch on the cheek, then turned over onto my tummy.
"I was thinking that it might be fun for you if I was your pillow."
It took him a second to understand what I meant, then his eyes lit up.
"Want to give it a try?" I asked and wiggled my butt invitingly.
He didn't need any more coaxing than that. He quickly mounted my hips, leaned over my back, and began rubbing his erection against the silky purple panties I was wearing. I let my body relax, enjoying the warmth of my naked boy on top of me. I'd thought of this as I was falling asleep the night before and it was the first thing on my mind when I woke up in the morning. It felt as good as I'd imagined it would.
"How is it? Would you rather go back to your pillow?"
"Are you kidding, Mom? This is totally way better!"
"Do these panties feel good against your cock, honey?" I pushed my ass up a little.
"It's awesome," he panted as he humped away on me. "And your butt has the perfect amount of softness."
"Mmm, this is the best ass massage I've ever gotten," I purred.
If you'd told me a month ago that one sunny Saturday morning I'd be lying in my youngest son's bed and letting him masturbate himself against my rear end, I'd have known for sure that you were completely insane. And yet, there I was. It was depraved, immature, and probably illegal, but I was loving every second of it.
I turned my hips slightly so that Timmy's grinding erection slid from my cheek and nestled into the groove of my ass crack.
"Yeah, that's the spot," I assured him when his humping faltered. "Fuck your hard cock on Mommy's ass."
He immediately began pumping himself against me faster. I could feel how strong his legs were each time they clamped against my thighs with every forward thrust. His chest touched my back whenever he strained forward, his head hovering just behind mine. My legs were together, but it would have taken much for his stiff little pecker to 'accidentally' poke into my wet hole. God, it was bad enough that I was letting this happen without wanting it to turn into something even more perverted. Playing with the boys this way was wrong, but fucking them was outright criminal.
"Hmm, you like fucking my panties, don't you?"
"Mm hm," he grunted into my ear. He was breathing heavy. "What should I do when I'm ready to shoot, Mom?"
Damn, he was adorable. "Just go ahead and shoot, sweetie. Pretend like I'm your dirty fuck pillow and cum on Mommy."
"I'm doing it, Mom! Here it comes…I'm gonna shoot! Ahhhhh!"
Timmy humped away like his life depended on it and seconds later I felt his warm spend spitting onto my lower back.
"Good, boy," I cooed. "Cum all over my sexy panties, baby."
He continued rubbing his steely erection against my satin-covered ass. I enjoyed the feel of it while I waited for him to come back down to earth.
"Feels like you made a big mess back there."
"Yeah…looks like I did…"
"I guess that means I make a pretty good pillow."
"This was a million times better than anything ever." He relaxed and let his full weight rest atop me. I had to take shallow breaths, but it felt strangely good to have his naked body crushing down on me.
We stayed like that for what must have been about five minutes before he kissed the back of my neck and cleared his throat.
"Um…Mom? Would it be okay if I smelled your panties down there again like before?"
"Horny for more, are you?"
"What do you expect? There's an almost naked lady in my bed!"
"Good point," I chuckled. "Let me roll over and you can go ahead and sniff away."
He got off of me and I turned onto my back. I was briefly concerned about getting jizz all over his sheets, but then I realized he probably did worse on a daily basis. I settled in, and opened my legs. These panties weren't sheer, so he could see anything through them except for a dark spot where my wetness had soaked through. His humping had given me a bit of wedgie, but I left the way it was.
Timmy scrambled down there and got right to it. I watched the sublime expression on his face with great satisfaction. I was somewhat embarrassed when I realized that the real reason I was enjoying it so much was because it was almost like he was worshipping my womanhood. I know that my husband loved my pussy, but it was different with Timmy.
He breathed deep and I could feel the tip of his nose brushing against my lips through the thin material.
"How is it this morning?"
"Perfect," he sighed. "I thought it was good with just your dirty underwear, but this is way different and better."
"I'm glad you like it." I watched him indulge in my scent for a bit longer. I was dying to touch myself, but I was also taking pleasure in the building desire for relief. "Maybe you might like it even more if these panties weren't in the way."
I reached down and slid the crotch of my undies to the side. I hadn't told him to close his eyes this time, and he looked up at me to see if he was not supposed to look.
"Give it a good smell now, sweetheart."
He blinked then took a good look at what I was showing off to him. He leaned in and took a sniff or two.
"Oh, dang. Mom, that is…I don't even…just dang…" He took another big wiff.
"Do you want to taste it again?"
"Sure!" He waited for me to use my fingers again like the day before, but I just held my gusset aside.
"You mean it?"
I nodded, not believing that I actually did mean it.
"Give it a lick, Timmy. Taste me."
He gave me a quick lick. He looked up at me as if he wanted confirmation that what he just did was really okay. I gave him a reassuring smile.
"How was that?"
"I don't know, I'm too freaked out to really believe what's going on."
"Just relax, then get down there and try it again." I watched him take a deep breath, look at my naked puss, then go in for another lick. "There you go. Take it slow. Mmm, that feels nice."
His inexperienced tongue moved up and down between my lips. Alarm bells were going off somewhere in the back of my mind, but the sight of Timmy's head right there between my legs was too beguiling to put a stop to. Even though he had no idea how to properly eat a pussy yet, it still felt damn good to have his mouth down there. Just the very thought that it was my own son who was doing this to me was driving me wild.
"That's it, honey, all over like that." I tried to stay still and let him explore at his own pace, but it wasn't easy. "Try down here," I suggested and spread the lower area of myself open for him. "This is where the good stuff is. Lick right around here. There you go. You can put your tongue right in Mommy's pussy hole if you want. Ooo, yes, like that. Can you taste that, sweetie? That's what a pussy really tastes like. Keep licking my hole, honey, get all that good pussy juice."
He wasn't holding anything back any longer. His tongue roamed all around my opening, darting into my vagina every few seconds. Little moans of helpless delight came from him whenever he paused for a quick breath. The wet, slurpy noises coming from down there only added to my excitement.
"Yes, put your tongue in as far as you can, mmm. You're making Mommy feel so horny." I couldn't resist any longer. "I'm sorry, Timmy, but you got me all worked up. Is it okay if I masturbate myself while you lick my pussy hole?"
He just nodded and kept tonguing me. I began fingering my stiff nub and instantly the pleasure I was getting from his mouth was magnified. I was fully aware that everything I was doing was beyond awful, but it was impossible to restrain myself. The pleasure fed the desire which enhanced the pleasure even more. It was an exquisitely vicious cycle and I was afraid of where it would lead me. In that moment, however, I was certain that I was incapable of stopping myself from going just a little bit further.
"Kiss my clit for me, sweetie. Right up here where my finger is. Good. Oh, that's so good. Again. You like that? You like kissing Mommy's clitty for her? Yes, you do. Try giving it a little suck. Put your lips around it, good, now gently…you have it. That's the way, suck it like that. Can you feel it? Can you feel my hard clit with your tongue? Yes. Oh, fuck, yes."
Was I really doing this? Was I actually teaching my 13-year-old son how to suck pussy? He was a fast learner, but this wasn't how it was supposed to be. This was something he should discover for himself, with a girl his own age, years from now. It seemed impossible that I wasn't somehow damaging his psyche by making him go down on his own mother. And despite this, I wanted it all the more.
"You suck my pussy so good," I groaned. "You're going to make me cum." I felt his hands grab my hips and he pushed his face firmly into my crotch. He must have been in heaven down there. "Do you want to taste Mommy's cum?"
"Yes," he gasped, "please."
"Put your lips back down where my pussy hole is, honey. Hurry."
Timmy did as he was told and I quickly went back to diddling my clit. With all the fingers of my hand held stiff, I rubbed the tips rapidly back and forth across my tiny womanly erection. I could feel the building energy gathering low down inside me.
"Oh, sweet fuck, I'm going to cum," I said and worked myself faster. "Mommy's going to cum on your mouth, baby. Here it is…oh, fuck, here it is!"
My orgasm jolted my body with a sudden kick of undiluted adrenaline. The sense of euphoria immediately engulfed my already pleasure-clouded brain and sent me spinning to new heights. I continue stroking my clit as long as I could stand it while every last one of my pussy muscles convulsed in a spasm of ecstasy. Tightening my vagina like that forced out most of my natural lubricating juices, and I could hear Timmy struggling to lap them all up as fast as he could. I'd just cum on my baby boy's face.
"Damn, that was good," I mumbled. Lying still, I looked down and watched him still busily licking and sucking me. I ran my fingers through his hair. Once he'd gotten his fill he looked up at me, his cheeks glistening with my wetness.
"This is the best thing in life!" he pronounced with a wicked smile.
"Better than our trip to Disney World?"
"Fuck Disney. Pussy rules!"
"You make a good argument," I laughed. "Give it a kiss goodbye."
"Your father will be home soon and I don't think he'd be too happy to catch you with your tongue in Mommy's puss."
He dipped his head back down and gave me a long, sensuous kiss with plenty of tongue. I settled my panties back into place. The feelings of doubt and guilt were already beginning to creep up from the sane part of my mind. I didn't want to spoil the high I was still feeling from my orgasm, so I pushed those thoughts away as best as I could.
"Do we have time for me to rub one off on your panties again?"
"You'll have to be quick." I began to roll over.
"Wait! Can I do it on your front this time?"
"You sure you want to do it that way?" I pressed, not sure if I wanted to let him do it like that.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I might be a little too…oh, nevermind me. Let's go ahead and give it a try."
He climbed up on top of me and positioned his cock so it lay atop my purple panties. Timmy then pressed his weight down into my groin.
"Is that okay?" he asked.
"So far, so good."
He began slowly. He rubbed his hard dick back and forth against my mound. His hands were planted on the bed beside each of my shoulders, and he was holding his upper body up on stiff arms so he could look down between us. Timmy's hips started moving in small circles. If anyone would have walked into the room just then it would have looked like we were fucking. But we weren't, I reminded myself; this was nothing more than a bit of harmless masturbation. I wasn't so out of control that I would ever let things go that far.
"This feels nice, Mom."
"I thought you'd enjoy these panties."
"Yeah, but it's not just that. I can feel how soft you are underneath the panties."
"It feels nice for me, too."
"It's almost like we're having sex," he chuckled.
Horny minds think alike. "But we're not," I said without trying to sound too harsh. "As good as this feels, it's much better inside a girl's pussy." Why the hell was I saying that? "You'll find that out one day when you get a girlfriend." And that wasn't helping.
"I bet it would feel good to put it inside you."
"Okay, honey, less talking, more masturbating." I didn't want that idea to get fixed in his head, if only because I knew that if he tried to stick his cock in me right then that I'd let him. My resistance was weakening more and more after every encounter with one of my sons. I was undoubtedly skidding down the slippery slope, and I didn't know if I was already past the point of no return.
Timmy's movements between my legs were threatening to bring me to orgasm again, but because of our position he was only hitting the right spot on the occasional back stroke. I could probably eventually get off on this, but he would be done long before I got there.
With a pang of knowing I shouldn't do it even as I did, I wrapped my legs around his waist. This angled my hips up so that his prick was rubbing along my slit and grinding directly against my clit. Perfect.
I pulled him down on top of me so his chest was against mine. His hot breath blew onto the side of my neck, and I could feel the sweat on his back.
"You make Mommy's pussy so horny," I whispered in his ear. "Your cock feels good on my clit." I felt him pushing into me harder. "You're going to make me cum in my panties."
"Oh, Mom…" Timmy moaned and gripped me tighter.
Seconds later there a warm spurt of wetness between our bellies.
"Don't stop, honey, I'm almost…there."
He obediently continued humping me. I squeezed my legs tighter around his body, and grabbed both his ass cheeks with my hands.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck Mommy hard!" I was losing it, and I didn't care. "Fuck your cock on my pussy. Harder, yes, make Mommy cum with that cock!"
The small bed was squeaking madly and I started to cum.
"Gimme your cock, give Mommy your cock, oh…fuck your sweet, hard cock!"
Colors flashed across my vision, and I let out one long, sustain moan. My body reflexively gripped his. My arms and legs crushed him to me as resounding wave after wave of happiness coursed through me. I thought about letting his cock slip inside me and another tiny orgasm spontaneously fired off and added to the effect.
"My goodness, that was nice," I panted.
"Wow, Mom, you really got excited," Timmy said, beaming with a kind of deviant pride.
"I guess I did, didn't I? I can't help myself when a sexy boy is making me feel good."
"And you talk dirty."
"You noticed?" I couldn't help being a little embarrassed about that. "I get caught up in the moment sometimes and don't know what I'm saying. Sorry."
"No, I like it," he assured me. "It's fun hearing my mom saying stuff like that. It makes it even hotter."
"That's good to hear." I kissed the tip of his nose. "Now we have to stop playing with ourselves and get cleaned up before your father gets home.
He made a pouty face, but rolled off of me. Both our tummies were smeared with sticky boy cum.
"We're going to do this again, right?" Timmy asked.
"We probably shouldn't, but I suspect we will." I stood up and put my robe one. "But we can't do anything while your grandma is here. It would cause enough trouble if your dad found out what we've been doing, but if your grandmother had any idea we were masturbating together she'd flip out and probably call the police."
"Grandma is usually pretty cool about stuff. I don't think she'd get us in trouble."
"You really think someone that still goes to church every Sunday would be cool with what you and I are doing?"
"So no monkey business. If you behave, maybe the panty fairy will leave you a surprise under your pillow." I gave him a wink and headed for the door.
I turned and saw him smiling shyly at me, his cheeks shiny with my dried sex juices.
"Thanks for letting me…taste you like that."
"You're welcome, and thank you right back. You licked my pussy pretty good, but I think maybe you could use a little more practice." I blew him a kiss and left him there naked on his bed with his boner still standing bolt upright.
As I stood in the shower and the warm water washed away the remnants of my son's sperm, all I could think about was Timmy's and Nick's cocks. It was strange because I'd always been perfectly contented with my husband's cock, and never thought of any but his. I never really even fantasized about other men at all. Now all I could think about was sex, sex, and more sex. I fought the urge to diddle myself yet again there in the shower. I needed to exert at least some amount of self-control before I became a hopeless sex fiend. There was more to life than getting myself off.
Later, after Evan and Nick came home, Timmy came into the kitchen to get some lunch with the rest of us. I felt ridiculously awkward. I knew that Timmy was thinking about how I had let him suck my pussy an hour earlier, Nick was wondering if I was going to jerk off with him before his grandmother showed up later, and my poor husband had no clue that I was getting naked with our two sons and sexually molesting them right under his nose.
It was clear that I was on a dark path heading straight into trouble, and yet I couldn't wait tosexually violate my sons again as soon as possible.