Climax

Liz was hesitating if she should continue touching herself like this. Would her son wake up? Would he come in accidentally? What would he think when he saw his mother pleasuring herself? However, she couldn't deny she found herself feeling incredibly aroused every time she thought about her son Jay, after seeing and touching his big shaft tonight. He had always been such a sweet young boy, and now he was growing into quite handsome 18 years old man. His body seemed perfect... All these questions in her mind made her hotter than ever before.

Eventually, she decided to lay down in her bed and continue taking matters into her own hands. Liz smiled at herself in the mirror, then turned around and climbed onto the mattress, lying down flat on her back. She spread her legs wide apart, exposing her wet pussy to the air. The thought of him watching her masturbate was so arousing that she couldn't help but touch herself again, just lightly at first, but then with more urgency.

Slowly at the beginning, Liz rubbed her bare hands over her huge boobs, and pinched her erected nipples gently. She squeezed her breasts softly, and moaned a little bit as she did so. She let out a deep breath as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations of her fingertips caressing her skin.

She slowly ran her fingers along her skin, feeling the warmth that radiated off her body. She traced her right hand down her side, and then back up again, feeling the softness of her curves. The sensation of her own touch sent shivers up her spine, making her feel even more excited than usual. She slid her right hand down further, gently cupping her pussy, making sure to massage every inch of her flesh.

She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. The more she imagined her son watching her, the more she got turned on. She fantasized about what it would be like if her son were there with her, reaching out and touching her naked body. After all, they were related, so why not have some fun? She let go of any inhibitions, and began to masturbate herself, imagining it was her son.

She felt the warmth spread throughout her body as she began rubbing faster, her breathing quickening. She imagined his face peering down upon her, looking into her eyes as he watched her masturbate. His gaze was like fireflies in the dark. It made her body tremble. "Mmm..." She continued teasing her nipple with her left hand, pinching them a bit harder, as she felt herself get wetter between her legs.

She knew that he wasn't really there, but the image of her son made it more real. As she continued to fantasize about him, she started to become aroused again, her fingers working faster and faster as her breathing quickened. It glistened brightly under the light. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!" She imagined her son's big dick.

The thought of her son's thick cock going in and out of her tight hole excited her even more. She reached between her legs and began stroking her clit, imagining her son fucking her hard.

"Oh God," she moaned. "I'm so horny. I need your big boy cock inside me right now." She pulled her finger away from her clitoris and brought it up to her mouth, sucking on it with lustful passion. She continued to imagine herself being pumped by her son, her son's face contorted with lust as he pounded her mature body.

Liz could hear her heart beating faster in her ears, and she knew she wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer. She couldn't help but imagine how it would feel if her son's big dick inside her tight hole. She was overcome with pleasure as she touched herself with a fast rhythm. The feeling of her fingers in her body was so intense that she could feel herself getting closer to an orgasm. As she came, she thought about her son's eyes watching her, enjoying every moment of it.

Her body was tingling with anticipation, eager for the sweet release she knew was coming. "Mmm, yes!" She grinned as the orgasm built. With a deep breath, she rubbed the tip of her finger against her clitoris, building up the tension.

Her breathing grew heavier as she continued pleasuring herself, moaning softly into the pillow beneath her head. A wave of pleasure washed over her entire being, causing her hips to buck slightly against her hand. "Aaahh... I can see your face clearly in my fantasy now, son. I want to fuck you so bad right now." As Liz continued pleasuring herself, she imagined it was her son who was touching her, filling her with his warmth. She could feel her son's big meat inside her, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. "Mmm... You didn't need to respond, but I will continue anyway." She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to control her arousal anymore.

"Oh my God." Liz had never felt anything like it before. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was as if every nerve in her body was alive and buzzing with excitement. She could feel the warmth spreading through her body, making her cunt tingle and her clit throb with pleasure.

"Oh fuck...oh god..." she whimpered, her whole body trembling. Liz kept moving her hand faster and faster, her breathing growing heavier and louder. She was ready to cum, and she didn't want to hold back anymore. With each stroke, Liz felt herself getting closer to the edge. She could feel the pressure building up in her loins, the need to release becoming more intense. Imagining her son's thick meat pushed her over the edge, her body shuddering with gratification as she was reaching her climax. She was fingering herself faster and harder, as she couldn't hold back anymore. She wanted to come hard enough to make her whole body shake. She couldn't even remember when was her last time reaching the climax.

A moment later, her body stiffened suddenly, and she let out a loud cry of pleasure, as she felt a sudden rush of heat, followed almost immediately by a warm feeling shooting through her body. Her hands clenched into fists, and she squeezed them tightly together.

She could feel the muscles of her vagina tightening around her fingers, her body shaking with excitement as her orgasm tore through her body like a tsunami. "Aaaaaaaahhh...." She screamed into the pillow, her climax lasting longer than it ever had before.

Her hips were bucked wildly against the sheets beneath her, trying desperately to get some kind of friction against her sensitive spot. But all she could do was lie there helplessly, unable to move. All she could think about was how much better things would be if only her son were here instead of just an imaginary one.

Liz laid back against the pillows, taking deep breaths as she closed her eyes. Afterwards, Liz laid there panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she came back to reality. She looked over at the clock on the wall; it read 11:45pm. She'd been lost in her fantasy too long.

But then, reality set in once more. "Did I scream too loud just now? What if her son heard? What would he think?" she thought to herself, feeling spent. The image of her son was burned into her mind, making it impossible to think of anything else. He would always be there, watching over her.