Her Forbidden Desires

"Can you feel my bulge is bigger again, mom? Seeing your beautiful breasts does work. Your sexy body must have some sort of magic!" He smiled

She could definitely feel something growing bigger again inside of her hands. He seemed to enjoy having his mother's hands wrapping his shaft, while watching her breasts at the same time. "Yes, son..." She nodded and whispered quietly. "It does seem to work." She continued stroking him with both her hands, hoping to let him finish soon.

"I think I am closer." It was so intense to watch his mother's big breasts jiggling in front of him, every time she stroked his cock using both her hands.

She nodded. "That's good," she said calmly, and she continued massaging him.

His breathing got heavier, and soon he was close to coming. "Mommy knows the best how to make me feel good. Should I cum into your hand?" He tried to be polite, after all this would be his first time coming in front of his mom.

She giggled lightly before answering, "If you're sure this is what you want to do, just go for it." With that said, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft tightly, squeezing gently. Then she started stroking faster. Soon enough, he came hard in her hands. "Good boy" she said sweetly as she watched his face contort with pleasure. The feeling sent waves of pleasure throughout his body, causing him to moan loudly. "Mmmhmmm~"

She chuckled lightly as she felt the warm fluid hit her palm. She looked down at the mess he had made, feeling his warm seed coat her hands. That feels so nice. She barely remembered when was the last time she had the warm fluid in her hands. "Mmm... Good boy. That was a nice load, wasn't it?" She looked down at her son's spent member. "How do you feel now?" she asked curiously. "Did it really feel good?"

"It felt amazing. I never felt so good before. mom's body is my final destination." He relieved and enjoyed every minute of it.

"Thank you for being such an obedient little boy tonight." She squeezed his cheek affectionately. "Now go get some rest, okay?" she suggested kindly.

"Thanks mom. You are the best. Sorry for making the mess..." He pecked on her lips.

"It's okay sweetie, don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. Just remember not to be naughty next time, okay?" she teased playfully. "I'll forgive what you did before, if you can keep your promise and behave yourself from now on." She laughed and watched him going out of her room.

"I will, mom." He waved her good night, ran out from her bedroom quickly and satisfied.

As hearing him closed his bedroom door, she started licking his thick cream off from her hands. "Mmm, I missed this taste and feeling... I wish he was not my son anymore." She whispered to herself quietly, and then licked her hands clean. She began to clean up the room, throwing away the towels she used and gathering his pants.

Once everything was back in order, she walked to his bedroom to check on her son. When she got there, she found him sound asleep in bed. His breathing was slow and steady. He seemed peaceful enough. She smiled softly and tiptoed over to the side of the bed. She tucked him in and kissed him on the forehead. "Night night little boy." she whispered.

She walked out of his bedroom quietly and then went back to her room to take a shower. In the shower, she couldn't help but think about the events of the night. Thoughts of her first hot date with her own son, the passionate kisses from his warm lips, his gentle caress on her big breasts, her playing with his big member, and the taste of his hot cream... everything they did together tonight was just so naughty and so excited, which had her heart racing. She began to get aroused as she thought about all this.

As she washed herself, she imagined his hands on her skin. She sighed contentedly. The hot water felt good against her body. It made her feel relaxed and warm inside. She could almost hear his voice whispering all sorts of naughty things in her ear. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down her spine.

It felt like something out of one of his cheesy milf porn movies! But the thought of having her own son take care of her sexual needs did make her feel very horny. Maybe she should give it a try sometime? It would certainly be nice to have some variety in her life, especially that big hot meaty he had. She smiled to herself.

But suddenly, the other side of her brought her back to reality. This is her own son! She should not think about such incest things in her mind. She gasped when she realized what she'd been doing. Her cheeks flushed red as embarrassment filled her mind. How dare she had been fantasizing such things? This wasn't right! But still…it didn't stop her from wanting more. She needed someone else other than her husband to fill that void, someone who could give her all the attention she deserved. For years, she'd been faithful to her husband. But her husband never understood her desire, and never gave her enough attention. She still couldn't believe even her own son had noticed this but not her husband. Didn't even need to mention the domestic violence her husband brought to her.

She washed herself thoroughly, trying to wash away all traces of her son from her skin. She wanted to make sure her husband wouldn't suspect anything from her, even though he wouldn't come back until two days later. After washing herself thoroughly, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off.

As she was done, she got some lotion and started massaging her skin. She closed her eyes and felt her smooth skin. She couldn't help imagining her son's fingers moving across her mature body. She could even feel his breath on her neck as he murmured naughty things in her ear again. She shuddered at the thought of his tongue on her skin. She massaged herself even harder, desperate for release. She knew what she was doing was wrong. But she couldn't help the thoughts that kept creeping into her mind. She couldn't understand why she suddenly felt herself wanted him so badly, after she masturbated for him. Despite her guilt and shame, she couldn't stop thinking about her son's thick meat anymore, which was just in her hands not long ago. She was consumed by her forbidden desires for her own son.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her blonde hair hung around her shoulders. She couldn't help but notice how good she looked with her blonde hair, blue eyes and glistening skin. She admired her reflection. Her long legs were toned and shapely. Her breasts jiggled slightly with every step she took. Her hands moved slowly over her body. Feeling every inch of flesh through her mature sexy body. Every curve. Every dip. Every hollow. She loved how soft her skin felt beneath her fingertips. How warm. How smooth. How perfect. Her hands moved slowly across her chest. They traced along her sides until reaching her waistline. Then, without warning, they slid down between her legs. There was no denying how aroused she was becoming by these fantasies. Even though she knew better, she found herself wishing her son could actually touch her there.

The mirror seemed to reveal so much more than her outer appearance. It showed her desires, her needs, her wants. She needed to feel his touch, his lips against hers. Her heart raced as she imagined her son's eyes gazing at her body. Her skin felt sensitive and excited. She felt the beginnings of arousal at the thought of being wanted. It was only natural that she would desire someone who loved her unconditionally, someone who cared enough to make sure she had everything.

But why did this someone have to be her own son...