FIT TO BE TRIED

It's hard to pinpoint a particular moment when it started. I guess it wasn't long after my divorce. Over a gradual stretch of time he became more protective. Territorial, you could say. Even possessive. I'd like to be able to say I didn't see it coming, but I did and I chose not to do anything about it. I knew it was wrong. I knew I was flirting with danger. But the simple truth is that I didn't care. It made me feel good to have a strong, incredibly handsome, much younger man treat me like something special at a time when I felt anything but. The fact that the much younger man in question was my only son, Jacob, only made the sweet feelings that much sweeter.

I accepted the fact a long time ago that I'd always be looked on as pretty but never beautiful. I have fine, blonde hair that I wear straight and cut just off the shoulder since my divorce. I have blue eyes and a pleasant smile. I've also loved being athletic all my life, especially doing yoga and working out with weights. I'm not bulky, but definitely more muscular than I ever set out to be. The result is having an ass and pair of legs that look tight and shapely in whatever I feel like wearing. My tits are moderately large, but full and shapely as they ride up high and proud.

When I was younger it bothered me that so many guys liked softer girls than me, but I learned how to live with it. I wasn't like them and never would be. It was plenty for me to know the impression I could make walking through the mall in a tight skirt or yoga pants. What I didn't realize until much later was the impression I was making on my son. But I guess having a fit body and only being seventeen years older than Jacob were things I didn't think much about. That was just our reality. So when he gravitated toward dating athletic girls in high school it didn't seem out of place. I liked the girls my son dated. They were the type of girls I could relate to.

I divorced Jacob's stepfather just before he turned eighteen. He had never met his biological father, who was as young as I was when Jacob was born. He was totally uninterested in being a father. That was fine with me since my own father took good care of me through the pregnancy and for the couple of years after. Tragically, my father was taken all too soon by a sudden heart attack, leaving me with the house and my growing son. The house was paid off by then, and when I got married three years later I held on to it, renting it out for the extra income.

My husband was fifteen years older and very affluent, so the rental income on my house wasn't really necessary, but I set up two accounts at the time. One was for Jacob's education while the other was more of a rainy day fund that my ex-husband never knew about.

Jacob never bonded with his stepfather. The two of them never got past being in competition. My son was of course my first priority in everything, but as long as I kept my husband well fucked he wasn't concerned about much else. It was a marriage of convenience. Jacob and I had safety and security while my ex had a fit, young blonde wife who was willing to dress like a trophy slut at business and social functions, and take very good care of his cock whenever he asked. I excelled in my role, but as often happens with marriages with mine, my husband eventually opted for someone younger, though not as fit.

It came as no surprise. I had been Barry's second wife and was twelve years younger than his first. In the beginning, I was very taken with the fact that I had the attention of a wealthy, older man. More than once I had to wonder if maybe I had daddy issues, but I didn't dwell on it. It was exciting to challenge myself to meet his unusual sexual demands, like jerking him off under the table at restaurants. Or letting him fuck me in front of other people at parties. Then there were the blowjobs for a few of his business associates, especially when we were out of town and staying in hotels. He was always there to watch and stroke his cock.

And a few times I even agreed to threesomes with some of these other men. I'll admit I liked having two cocks at once. On his own, Barry was becoming less and less interesting, to the point where the only time I could orgasm was if we were playing with another man. As for him, he was at a point where he could only cum by jerking off while watching another man fuck me.

I never minded. I learned that while I might be a little submissive on the surface, on the inside I knew I was always in control, always physically stronger than the men I was with. I had the pussy. I was the one who was really in charge.

In the end, Barry offered a generous settlement. I took the money and ran. Jacob and I moved back into the house I inherited from my father the moment it became available.

And that was when my son started becoming much more attentive. I barely noticed the fact that he was gradually dating girls from school less and less, until after his eighteenth birthday when I realized he hadn't dated in months. By the time he graduated and summer began he was at home with his mother every night unless he was out with his male friends.

As for me, I only dated two men after my divorce. They were both supposed friends and business associates of my ex, and each was only a one date proposition. I let them both fuck me. I wanted their cocks, and they were both so eager to lay their hands on me that I realized they'd been wanting to fuck me since long before my divorce. Well, I gave them each their chance. I never regretted fucking them, but neither was what I'd call a memorable experience, except for the fact that by this time in my life I'd slept with a total of a dozen men yet had never made love with anyone.

I resigned myself to the idea that making love was merely something other women read about in preposterous novels. My dates were practically carbon copies of my ex in sexual terms. They put their hard dicks inside me and pumped away to please themselves. It felt good for as long as they were in my pussy. I've always loved the feeling of being filled with dick. But then they came, totally unaware of the fact that I never came until I fingered myself after they fell asleep.

Now eighteen, Jacob became noticeably irritable on those two, odd occasions I dated. He was sullen and quiet, and when I didn't come home until those mornings after he barely spoke to me for days. The fact that my son was seething with jealousy was the last possibility I ever imagined. He was the reason I stopped accepting offers from men, most of whom were either friends of my ex's or friends of the two I did say yes to. I kept a vibrator hidden away in a drawer in my bedroom, and that was what kept my pussy more or less satisfied, though I found myself using it more often than I ever planned to when I bought it.

It was enough to keep me from spreading my world class legs for men I didn't like very much, and the orgasms were much more reliable. And I didn't have to deal with the shame I felt the way my son looked at me after being with a man. It made me feel like I was cheating on someone, though it never occurred to me to think I was cheating on my son. Looking back, I now see that some relationships are forged long before they're physically consummated.

Even though we didn't need the money, I got my first job as a night clerk at a hotel in the center of the city where we lived. It wasn't a very complicated job. They trained me and I learned about the business until they made me the night manager. This made it possible to be around during the day for Jacob while he was still deciding what to do about college. I'd get home at around midnight, and my son was always awake and stayed with me as I wound down from my night.

At work, I had to wear a snug pencil skirt and white blouse, with a short-waisted jacket that had a name tag. Company regulations also required me to wear pantyhose and three inch heels, no more or less. Sometimes I think one of the reasons I got promoted so quickly was that I looked so good in the uniform. I wasn't above wearing the skirt a little shorter or keeping the blouse unbuttoned as far as regulations allowed, which meant I could reveal enough cleavage to draw the eyes of appreciative guests.

Even as the manager, the job required me to be on my feet for most of the night, so I was always tired and sore when I got home. Jacob was always there to keep me company on the living room couch as I would lie back and tell him about my night. It felt so nice to have such a handsome and attentive listener as I complained about difficult guests or idiotic policies being dictated by upper level management. I never doubted that he was listening, but as I'd stretch out and lay my feet in his lap I often caught the drift of his eyes over my hose-clad legs when my skirt bunched up higher on my thighs.

It made me smile to myself whenever I caught my son's eyes drifting up and down his mother's firm, shapely legs. Not only that, but I enjoyed the luxurious feeling of just being able to rest my tired feet in the lap of a handsome, young man. It was wrong, but I started letting my skirt ride higher and higher on my legs to encourage Jacob's wandering eye. It seemed harmless enough to let my son admire his mother's pretty legs. He was enjoying himself and making me feel good at the same time.

I should have stopped what I was doing the night I spotted the very sizeable bulge in my son's flannel sleep pants. But I didn't. I was shocked at first. Could he really be that aroused just from looking at my legs and having my nylon clad feet on his lap? But my physical reaction was something else entirely. Something I couldn't control. I realized it was probably the first time I was aware of being able to arouse a man who was physically stronger than I.

I felt heat swarming through my pussy, and by the time I went to bed my panties were soaking wet. I couldn't sleep until pumping my slick hole with a pair of fingers while trying to imagine what my son's man-sized cock looked like in the flesh.

Being a pair of night owls, it was past nine when we both got up and wandered into the kitchen for coffee. I'd slept naked, falling into a blissful sleep after my climax, but before making an appearance in front of Jacob I pulled on a pair of panties and a robe. Maybe it was a subconscious choice, but I put on a robe I'd never worn outside my room if my son was home. It fell a scant couple of inches past the level of my smoothly waxed pussy, leaving my tightly toned legs almost completely displayed. At least with panties on if I had to bend or stretch then my essentials would still be covered.

Jacob was already in the kitchen when I got there. He was wearing the same flannel sleep pants but not the T shirt he had the night before. It wasn't unusual to see my son without a shirt, but I couldn't help noticing his muscular, young body with a new appreciation. Maybe it had something to do with the way he'd been treating me lately, not to mention the way he was starting to look at me. He was starting to get a certain sparkle in his eyes that was beyond the normal way a son looks at his mother. It was there the moment I walked into the kitchen and he couldn't hold in his surprise when he saw me in my revealing robe.

Jacob's eyes traveled hungrily along the length of my legs, and then up to the swells of my C cup tits under the thin material of my robe. When he finally looked at my face I couldn't help flashing him a shy smile while I felt myself blush. He poured coffee for me and set the cup on the table as I sat down in front of it. He took a seat across from me and my nipples started to grow hard as I admired his beautifully defined chest and shoulders.

We were making our usual morning small talk, but I was dying to find a way to broach the subject of his erection on the couch the night before. We were talking about our respective plans for the day while my mind was consumed with thoughts of making him hard again. I knew the possibility of ever seeing my son's erect organ in the flesh would probably never happen, but the memory of that long, strong looking bulge in his pants was enough to make my sex lips moist.

"I thought I'd go look at a couple of campuses today," he was telling me, though the words were getting lost somewhere between my ears and my brain.

"Good, good," I replied, barely aware of what I was encouraging him to do.

"I guess you're working tonight?" he asked.

The mention of work brought me partway back to reality. "Yes, sweetheart. But I'll go to the gym first. I guess if you're visiting campuses you won't be coming to the gym with me."

"Not today. Wish I could, though."

"Me, too, baby. I always seem to have more energy when you're there."

"Tomorrow for sure," he said.

I smiled and got lost for a moment gazing at his bare chest. "I'll, umm, be home around the usual time," I told him. "Think you'll be home tonight?"

"Where else would I be, Mom?"

"Well, it's summertime and you could be out with your friends. Or with some pretty girl."

"I will be with a pretty girl," he said without skipping a beat. "Just as soon as she gets home from work."

It was silly but I couldn't help blushing. "You're going to spoil me," I admitted. "Not that I'm complaining."

Jacob got up and came around to my side of the table. He leaned over and hugged me from behind while I remained in my seat. His strong arms circled around me and came up against the bottoms of my tits while he nestled his face into my neck and kissed me.

"I like spoiling you, Mom. You deserve it since you've been spoiling me forever."

I reached back and groped for the back of his head, holding him in position. "I love you more than anything, baby. I hope you know that."

"I do. And I love you even more."

He kissed my cheek, just catching the corner of my mouth with his lips. Without thinking, I turned and caught his mouth with the next kiss. It was brief but just bordering on inappropriate. His arm then slid against the undersides of my tits as he pulled out of the hug, leaving me with a pair of throbbing nipples as he walked out of the kitchen, saying he was going to take a shower.

I waited until I could hear the water running, then untied my robe and let it fall open. Scrunching down in the chair, I caressed my naked tits with one hand and pushed the other into my panties. Anxious fingers rubbed my slit as I thought of my naked son in the shower. I was yearning to know if he was hard and remembering the weight of his mother's tits on his arm while he stroked his swollen man cock. I pushed a pair of fingers into my broiling pussy and fucked myself right there, half wishing he would walk in and catch me.

Twisting and squeezing my hard nipples, I pumped my fingers into my hole until I climaxed harder than I was ready for. My pussy exploded and actually squirted around my fingers into my panties. I'd heard of women squirting before, but I'd always been skeptical. Until then.

After the glow of that delicious climax wore off I came to my senses and pulled my robe closed. I tried to pretend the last thirty minutes never happened at the same time trying to convince myself it could never happen again. Later that morning I punished myself at the gym and pushed through an extra twenty minutes of self-torture. Fortunately, Jacob was out when I went home to shower and dress for work.

It was a mixed blessing to end up having a hellish night at my job. It seemed like one problem needing to be solved kept coming up one after another. It kept my mind off of my rash behavior in the morning, and the sore feet and aching muscles I was left with on the way home felt like an apt reward for my indiscretion. But then I set foot inside the house and my whole attitude changed.

I went in through the side door leading into the kitchen. In the room beyond, the living room, Jacob was sitting on the couch watching television. He was wearing a loose pair of drawstring shorts and nothing else. I stopped in the doorway between the kitchen and living room and took a moment to just look at him. There was no way to help the fact that he was so beautiful. No shortage of girls and women paid him plenty of attention, but I also knew that the way I looked at him would always be through the filter of a loving mother's eyes. I was still standing there when he turned to acknowledge my presence.

"Hey, Mom. How was work?"

"Ugh. Terrible," I said. I went in to join him on the couch as I did every other night, but this time I felt an apprehension that made me tremble inside. I was afraid I loved being with him too much, and that it seemed so wrong I didn't feel disgust for seeing the erection he had the night before or for the way he'd hugged me that morning. Not to mention fingering myself openly in the kitchen, wishing he could've seen what he reduced me to. But when I slipped off my heels and sat down, letting my skirt ride high on my hose-clad legs I felt an illicit sense of comfort to catch my son's eyes darting over my thighs.

"Wanna talk about it?" he asked.

I took in a deep breath and tried to appear as if I was paying full attention to the conversation. "Not really," I said. "It was just...so busy. One problem after another."

He looked at me curiously. Normally I would've been stretched out on the couch with my feet in his lap by now. I didn't want him to think I was avoiding the contact that was normal for us. Besides, the inner trembling of fear I had before disappeared when I saw that look in eyes as they traveled over the shape and contours of my well exposed legs. I felt so completely at home and filled with comfort, even knowing it wasn't the way I was supposed to feel.

"Why don't you stretch out and relax like you usually do?" he suggested. "Sounds like you need it."

As I stood up to unzip the side of my skirt and let it fall to the floor near my shoes, I tried not to think about what I was doing. It wasn't so unusual for me to take off my skirt in the living room at night. With my panties and pantyhose on, along with the tails of my blouse providing the illusion of modesty, I'd never thought too much about letting Jacob see me that way. But tonight I was acutely aware of his gaze as I arranged the pillows on my end so I could prop myself up a little and lie down with my feet in their usual place on my son's lap.

I watched him let his eyes trail up along my legs to where the bottom of my blouse didn't quite cover the tapered V shape of the lacy white panties I had on under my hose. When his eyes came up to my face I gave him a smile, despite still feeling nervous. I wanted him to know he was busted, but that it was alright if he wanted to look at his hot, youthful mother the wrong way. He smiled back even more nervously and quickly turned his head toward the TV.

"Ahh, you're right," I sighed. "I do need this."

Jacob took one of my feet in his hand and started rubbing the bottom of it with his thumb, just teasing me with the hint of a foot massage. I sighed deeply to encourage him, and then he took my aching foot in both hands and started mashing his thumbs along the bottom of my foot.

"Just relax, Mom," he said. "You had a long night. Just let me take care of you."

"Baby, you're so good to me," I said with another pleasurable sigh. "You're the only one."

"Let's keep it that way," he replied so softly I wasn't sure I heard him right.

The way he was rubbing my foot felt so good I even let a soft moan escape my lips. I settled more deeply into the cushions of the couch and gave myself over to the pleasure of his strong fingers. He firmly manipulated my foot from my toes to the heel, moving on to my ankle and up along the flesh of my calf. My whole body relaxed into the luxury of my son's attentive hands, and by the time he started on the other foot I felt like I was somewhere between drifting into a dream and feeling tingles of arousal all across my body. My eyes closed and I couldn't keep from wondering if Jacob's dick was getting hard as he admired my fully exposed legs.

The bottom hem of my blouse was no longer hiding the panties under my hose, but I didn't care. Jacob started massaging both of my calves at the same time and his hands on me were my only thought. He kept this up while I sighed and cooed, encouraging him much more than I should. Then there was a moment where his hands hesitated. I felt like I knew what he wanted to do, to move his hands up to feel my thighs. I wanted the same thing, but had no idea how to say so. He was rubbing the undersides of my knees, keeping his hands there as if they were being stalled in their progress upward.

"You have nice legs, Mom," he said. "Really nice."

"Thank you, baby. What you're doing feels so good. It's okay if you, umm, want to go higher."

"Yeah, sure. I don't mind," he said, trying to sound matter of fact.

I opened my eyes and watched his hands slip up to the tops of my legs and massage me up higher, going above my knees and into the firm meat of my thighs. "Oh yes, darling, that's wonderful," I sighed, knowing my tone sounded much more sensual than I wanted it to. But that's how my beautiful son was making me feel. I even whimpered aloud when his fingers kneaded into my inner thighs, going dangerously close to my pussy.

It was then that I felt him growing hard under my feet, his rapidly swelling cock burgeoning into hardness inside his boxer briefs. This sent me into a whole other type of dream state, the kind where you're wide awake yet everything seems to be happening in another realm. I kept staring at his hands, thinking how inappropriate this kind of touching was getting to be while I angled one foot against the length of swollen cock shaft in his briefs. The reality of touching my son's aroused cock, even if only with my foot, shattered the dreamlike feeling I had while I lifted my eyes and found Jacob staring back at me.

"Keep going, baby," I sighed. "You don't have to stop. It feels so good."

The words seemed to come from someone else despite the fact that they came out of my own mouth. I felt the slightest rock of Jacob's hips as he ever so subtly ground his cock against his mother's foot. I rubbed his shaft and met the astonished look in his beautiful eyes. His hands kept massaging my thighs, deeper and higher, but he seemed so timid when it came to touching my pussy. I almost begged him to me there, but despite my rubbing his cock with my foot, his mother's pussy seemed like such an off-limits area. A mere touch would be an earth shattering violation of every rule of human behavior.

Yet my slit was now seeping juice into my panties at an alarming rate. I was close to soaking all the way through the crotch panel of my pantyhose. I started unbuttoning my blouse with one hand while I sent the other down into my pantyhose and under my panties. Jacob's eyes were on fire as he watched my hand dig and rub at my wet pussy, watching the way my hand moved under the two, thin layers of fabric covering my motherly treasure.

I know it must seem strange -- it did to me -- that I was so afraid to go any further toward revealing my pussy to my son, but I wanted him to see me touching myself. I wanted him to be fully aware of the way he affected me. The way he stared at the motion of my hand only made my juices flow hotter and heavier. After rubbing my clit for a long time, I slipped a pair of fingers into my slippery hole and started moving them in and out.

"Oh, Mom. Fuck," my spellbound son groaned.

He took one hand away from my leg and touched my foot, the one that was rubbing against his cock. I moved my foot away and spread my legs as far as my position on the couch would allow.

"Touch it, darling," I cooed. "Touch that beautiful cock for me."

Apparently, my son wasn't going to be as timid as his mother. He stood up and pushed off his briefs, revealing the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. He was so long and thick, standing out sturdy and hard with a beautifully defined ridge around the head. He came back onto the couch on his knees, close between my open legs. His large hand curled around that marble shaft and he began stroking for me. I gasped and then whimpered as I stared at my son's mouth-watering cock, pumping my fingers harder into my pussy.

"Ohhh, baby, what a man you are now," I sighed wistfully, following the statement with a long moan of pleasure.

"You make it so hard, Mom," he groaned, already losing himself to the pleasure of his stroking. "You're so beautiful, so...fuck...hot."

My blouse was open now, my bra barely holding in my tits as my chest heaved with my breath. Jacob was watching me just as intently as I was watching him. The sloshy, slick noise of my fingers fucking in and out of my needy hole rose up through the layers of fabric while my body began to writhe with pleasure. I was relieved to still have on my pantyhose. If I hadn't then I would never be able to keep from taking my son's red hot hardness deeply into my wet lady hole.

"Mom, ohhh fuck, Mom," Jacob was groaning.

His member looked bigger and more imposing with every rapid stroke of his fist. The swollen head was glistening with precum while every muscle in his straining body stood out so beautifully defined. I felt like I was swooning, finally taking in the magnificent manliness of my rock hard baby boy. When I started to cum it felt like I was never going to stop. I ground my fingers unmercifully into my G spot while one climax gave way to the next. Jacob fisted his massive bone furiously as he gazed at his own mother at the peak of a woman's ecstasy. In the moment, I felt like I was his completely and forever, like he was the one I had always been made for, even thought I was the one who made him those eighteen years ago.

"Mom, fuck Mom, I'm gonna cum!" he cried.

"Do it, baby," I shrieked in my excitement. "Cum on Mommy! Give it to me now!"

I don't know how I managed it but I shoved my bra up above my tits with my free hand, offering my pale, round orbs for my son's explosive climax. He growled hard and deep just as his gorgeous cock erupted and sprayed thick wads of his cum all over my tits and belly, some of it landing on the waist of my pantyhose. I can't even describe feeling so filthy yet so beautiful and desired at the same time. And the moment Jacob's cum started flying all over me, it seemed like every orgasm I'd had before all gathered up together into one, mind-bending climax that rocked my body and left me breathless.

Jacob stayed where he was, with his cum-lathered cock slowly going back down. We stared at each other in disbelief as we both caught our breath again. It was like coming out of a bizarre trance of lust, except neither of us felt the least bit sorry about what happened. I did, however, realize we could never do such a thing again. It would just have to be a sweet memory of the time a mother and son almost crossed a line they could never return from.

In the days that followed, Jacob and I both did our best to treat each other the same as always, as if nothing we could ever talk about to anyone else had ever happened. Yet we didn't talk about it to each other, either. Jacob seemed too shy, and I couldn't bring it up simply because I was afraid it would lead us right back to that same, dangerous place all over again. At the same time, there was this intense feeling of affection between us. We would talk more like friends than mother and son, or even like a couple sometimes, laughing together about anything and everything. I couldn't remember ever feeling so lighthearted.

But I was vigilant, too, always careful to keep from falling into the wrong situation. For one thing, when I came home from work, I was careful to always keep my skirt on and I kept my feet well away from Jacob's lap. I knew he noticed the change, but he was a gentleman and never said anything about it. But every night I ended up lying in bed thinking of that one, insane night. I thought of that young man I loved so much and the magnificent cock I knew I could never have. When I got to my bedroom every night I wasted no time in getting out one of my toys and pleasing my wet pussy to the vivid memory of my son's powerful, cum-spurting cock. I would cum hard, but never as hard as I did that night.

I could hear Jacob masturbating in his own room night after night while I was masturbating in mine. While I struggled to fuck myself quietly, my son grew increasingly louder, not caring if I heard him pumping his cock over and over again. Eventually, I gave up trying to be quiet and let him hear his mother cumming to thoughts of him. Always and only him. Knowing Jacob could hear me made my orgasms better, but I still hadn't matched the breathtaking pleasure of that night on the couch.

This went on for a few weeks. Then, on the Fourth of July, a group of families in our neighborhood got together to host a barbeque. There were four houses all built on a cul-de-sac on properties that looked over a sloping hillside that offered a fabulous view of the town's annual fireworks display. Everyone in the neighborhood was contributing food and drink, and the cul-de-sac became the site of a summertime block party.

This was the first time Jacob and I went anywhere together since that unforgettable yet unspeakable night. There was a buzz of excitement throughout the neighborhood about the party, and neither Jacob nor I were immune. I even felt a little giddy getting ready. It felt like we were going on a date, even though at least half the people who were going to be at the party knew us. It wasn't as if we could go out and act like a couple on a date, but it felt nice to think of it that way in my own mind.

In the end, I decided to dress to please my handsome son and not care what any of our neighbors thought. Besides, who was really going to think my boy was the one I wanted to look good for?

I opted for the classic little black dress. It was one I hadn't worn in three years, but when does a little black cocktail dress ever go out of style? It was form-fitting without being skintight, with a hem that fell above the middle of my well-toned thighs. On top it had a V shaped scoop that fell between my braless tits, showing more cleavage than I normally would around my neighbors. A pair of straps rose up from the V in an oval that went around my neck, leaving my well defined shoulders bare. I left my legs bare, too, and I very nearly went without panties, but I chickened out at the last minute and put on a lacy pair of high cut bikini panties.

I put on low heeled sandals, figuring I'd probably be on my feet for much of the evening, but the taut muscle tone of my legs didn't need high heels to set it off. A not so quick look in my full length mirror brought a satisfied smile to my face as I mused over Jacob's reaction. I couldn't wait to see what he thought of his pretty, young mom in her revealing party dress. My pulse picked up a notch in anticipation as I went out to find him in the kitchen. He was putting the drinks and potato salad I made to contribute to the party into a cooler. When I walked in he stopped what he was doing and stared at me with an open jaw. I couldn't help blushing and grinning as he gazed up and down his mother's body.

"Wow, Mom," he said with a rush of breath. "You look amazing."

"Thank you, baby. I guess if we're going on a date you deserve to have a hot looking girl to go with."

"A date?" he chuckled a little deviously. "You're the hottest date I've ever had."

That made me blush all over again.

We left the house, deciding to walk the few blocks to where the party was taking place. We walked side by side, but Jacob was turning to look at me every few seconds. His admiration made me smile, and I'm afraid my nipples grew full against the fabric of my dress. I couldn't deny feeling tingles in my clit as we walked and I savored the way my boy was appreciating his mother's attributes. He made me feel better than I'd felt in years, but I guess he'd been doing that a lot lately.

So much had changed between us, especially after masturbating together on the couch and then openly listening to each other over the past few weeks. It was inevitable, I suppose, and I thought we were both doing a pretty good job of keeping it from going too far. That was enough reason all by itself to go out and celebrate. It was so good having such a handsome young man who loved me and made me feel beautiful, but it was more than a little frustrating having to keep a socially acceptable distance. Either way, we were both in a festive mood for more reasons than just the holiday.

There was already a gathering crowd of people at the end of the cul-de-sac when we got there. I knew a few of my neighbors by name, a few more to recognize by sight, and the rest not at all. Jacob and I spent some time talking to some of the people we knew and ended up meeting a few of the neighbors we didn't know.

There was wine and beer for the grownups. I stayed with wine while I noticed my son help himself to a couple of beers. He grinned at me with a guilty look when I caught him drinking beer, but I just gave him a wink to let him know I didn't mind. It was a party, after all. But as time went by, and a lot of the crowd had a few drinks our collective belt, there were a couple of men from the neighborhood who started showing their interest. I couldn't help smiling when Jacob stuck to me like glue when those tipsy neighbors of ours were hitting on me. I didn't have any interest in them anyway, but I loved how possessive my son got and kept inserting himself into the conversations until they went away.

"Jealous?" I said to him with a wry smirk.

He blushed but admitted that he was. "Just like you," he retorted under his breath, reminding me of the dirty looks I'd given a couple of the neighborhood girls who been flirting with him. Then he leaned closer and his voice dropped even lower. "But they don't hold a candle to you, Mom. You're the hottest girl at the party."

"Boys don't call their mother's hot," I told him coyly.

"I do," he replied without skipping a beat. At the same time, he let his hand slide surreptitiously over my ass. It was so brief and sneaky, yet the intimate touch made my pulse quicken.

"Bad boy," I whispered, even more quietly than I needed to. But it wasn't his borderline inappropriate compliment I was really talking about, and I think he knew that judging from the smug grin on his face.

The sun was going down at this point, and a lot of people were going back behind the houses onto the large, open slope behind the properties where there would be a great view of the fireworks. Jacob and I both got another drink and went back to the hillside where most of the crowd were claiming their seats for the display. With his drink in one hand, my son took my free hand in his and led me off toward the edge of the open area to a spot within a few yards of the tree line and well removed from the main part of the crowd. I gave my son a wary look at his choice of a more private spot, but then I smiled and took a seat on the grass.

He took a seat right behind me, but pressing up close so I was right in the open space between his legs with his chest touching my back. It was an awfully intimate way for a mother and son to be sitting together out in public, especially in front of so many neighbors who knew us. I couldn't bring myself to move, though. It felt too good, and a few glasses of wine were probably clouding my better judgement. As it was, I had to keep shifting around to find the right way to sit without making my short dress ride up too high. I finally set my feet in line with Jacob's, with my knees raised like his, so his leg was hiding mine.

My dress rode up too high after all, but at least this way he was the only one who could tell. He could easily just look down over my shoulder and see down the top of my dress or right to where the gusset of my panties was exposed. Fortunately, none of our neighbors were too close, and it was quickly growing dark. With Jacob in a pair of loose, linen shorts and a polo shirt, I held onto his bare knees and leaned against him. His large body felt like a big, warm easy chair.

Once the sun was completely down, there was a delay before the fireworks. It was getting hard to see, but we could hear the murmur of our neighbors' voices those several yards away. Jacob snuck his arm around the middle of my body and held me closer. I felt his breath on my neck just before he planted a light kiss on the side of my throat.

"I love you, Mom," he said softly.

It's hard to describe the warm tingles that ran through my body. "I love you, too, baby," I said, turning my head halfway.

He kissed my neck again, and then again several more times. I should have stopped him, but it was dark by now and since his head was on my right side, the side facing the tree line, I rationalized that no one would see what he was really doing. They were just simple kisses, but neck kisses always make my skin feel hot, and feeling my son help himself without a care for the fact that the entire neighborhood was gathered not that far away sent a quivering sensation straight to my pussy.

"Baby, you shouldn't do that."

"What's wrong with kissing my mother?"

"Nothing. It's just...well, the way you're kissing me."

He placed several more warm, sensuous kisses along my neck. "Does it make you feel good, Mom?"

"Yes, baby. It makes me feel too good," I told him in a husky whisper.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Yes. Stop that right now."

But my tone was unconvincing and he kept kissing my neck and now my bare shoulder. Then I felt his right hand settle onto the inside of my right thigh. He lightly massaged the muscle in my leg, sending deeper twinges of feeling into my slit. I could feel his cock growing in his shorts, pressing up against my ass.

"Baby, we're not alone here," I reminded him weakly.

"It's dark, Mom. No one can see. Besides, with our left knees up like this there's nothing to see anyway."

That was when his hand slid along my thigh until he was touching my pussy through the thin layer of my skimpy panties.

"Fuck," I said, barely above my breath. "Baby we really can't be doing this."

"Okay, Mom," he said. But then he kissed my neck again and slipped his fingers underneath my panties. He started exploring my slit with his fingertips. I nearly screamed out loud, partly out of shock but also out of the sheer excitement and pleasure that my horny, loving son was taking what he wanted.

"Your pussy feels so good," he said. "I've been dreaming of doing this for the longest time."

"How long, baby?" I asked in spite of myself.

"I shouldn't say," he chuckled. "But you remember that night on the couch?"

"I'll remember that forever."

"Mmmm, me too. You have no idea how bad I wanted to rip off your pantyhose and panties."

"Fuck," I sighed under my breath. "You have no idea how much I wanted you to. But it's a good thing you didn't."

"Why, Mom? I was dying for you."

"Because it would've led to this, what you're doing to me right now. Something boys aren't supposed to do to their mothers."

Despite my empty protests, my pussy began to flush with dripping honey in record time. I pulled in a soft gasp in response to my son's searching fingers as they rubbed my slit, exploring my swollen sex lips and creamy hole, then paying sorely wanted attention to my engorged clit. Suddenly the first of the fireworks went off, bathing the hillside in light. I panicked briefly, but realized no one was paying attention to us, and even if they were, my son's hand was hidden from that side by the way his leg was raised along the outside of mine. Yet it was almost more than I could comprehend: my son was fingering my pussy in public, and his touch was making me drip like a piece of overripe fruit.

As the fireworks started to explode more often, Jacob stopped nuzzling my neck since we being lit by the bursts. But his fingers kept playing with my pussy, making me ache more and more. Between explosions, he told me, "I don't think we should keep masturbating in our own rooms all by ourselves anymore."I couldn't help oozing cream all around my son's groping fingers, and when he slipped a finger into my wet hole and started pumping me I nearly cried out.

"We can't, baby, we can't," I whimpered.

"Yes, we can," he insisted. "I can't stand it anymore. It drives me crazy knowing you're just across the hall from me trying to cum just like me, and I know you want more just as much as I do."

"Fuck," I muttered, but it got lost in an explosion of fireworks.

There was a flurry of explosions that went on for the next couple of minutes, and Jacob kept pumping his finger in and out of my pussy. His cock felt so big and hard against me now. I reached behind myself and felt that rock solid bulge through his shorts. He groaned so close to my ear as my fingers explored his big, straining organ. I couldn't believe I was really touching my son's cock after masturbating to the memory of it night after night.

Jacob slipped another finger into my pussy along with the first one. I knew we were taking far too big a risk to be touching each other this way with so many of our neighbors nearby. Everything about it was so wrong, and yet I was more excited just having my son's fingers in my pussy than I ever was with any average man's cock. It was overwhelming, and the constant explosion of fireworks felt like a reflection of what I was feeling there with my beautiful Jacob.

I stroked my baby's cock as well as I could considering it was through the material of his shorts and that he was behind me. I knew I'd never be able to keep sitting still with his hot breath on my neck and his fingers steadily slipping and sliding into my sodden fuck hole. I never forgot for a second that I was his mother, and yet I felt a warm sense of pride come over me that I was the one he chose over the younger girls who'd been flirting with him earlier. It made me want to give him everything I knew I never should give my own son. But I was overloading on the pleasure of his most intimate touch. He was finger fucking his own mother's dripping cunt like he had the right to.

I checked on the other people every time I managed to think of it, and was relieved that everyone's attention was on the fireworks. My pleasure was building to a crescendo along with the loud, impressive display. Reassured that our left legs were keeping our indiscretion a secret from our entire neighborhood, I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the rising sensation of a climax that promised to be mind-numbing. My hips were beginning to rock in response to the finger pump between my thighs and I could barely keep my hand in a steady motion over my baby's luscious cock.

The inner walls of my pussy started to clamp on my son's pumping fingers, signaling the momentary onset of a delicious orgasm. I filled my lungs with breath in anticipation, so ready to cum for my precious boy.

But then his fingers suddenly stopped pumping and just held still as they were fully embedded inside me. Ever so slowly, Jacob pulled his fingers out of my hole. I couldn't believe he was stopping! I was so close!

Just about to turn and beg him to push his fingers back inside me, I felt him stand, pulling me up after him by my hand. I was dazed and disoriented, unsteady on my feet. Jacob took me by the hand and led me back out toward the cul-de-sac and toward the street leading us back to our house.

The fireworks explosions were fading into the distance as I let my son drag his tipsy mother back home. My panties were soaking wet and the smear of my juices was all over my upper thighs.

The neighborhood streets were deserted while everyone was back at the fireworks show, and Jacob stopped right on the sidewalk in front of our neighbors' houses and pulled me into a close embrace. His cock was rail hard in his shorts and he wasn't the least bit shy about grinding that solid appendage against his mother's aching body. I whimpered weakly and melted into him. Then I uttered a gasp when he reached lower to cup my tightly rounded ass cheeks in his hands. His groping squeezes forced the bottom of my dress to ride up above the lower crease where my ass met my thighs. I was hoping no one decided to stay home during the fireworks since we were in full view of at least half a dozen houses.

"Just what do you think you're doing, young man," I tried to sound motherly while my whole body felt like it was burning.

He mashed his throbbing cock against me as if that was his answer. "I'm going to make you mine, Mom," he said huskily. "All mine. No more teasing each other from the other room. It's driving us both crazy and there's no reason we shouldn't have everything we want."

"And what is it you want, exactly," I asked him warily, wondering if he was merely trying to get laid or had something more in mind.

"I want you. Every fucking day. And I don't want to see you out flirting with half-drunk slobs from down the street with their pot bellies and wedding rings on their fingers. You should be mine. My woman. It only makes sense."

I almost came just from hearing him talk that way. As if I already belonged to him. "But I'm your mother," I reminded him, secretly hoping it wasn't going to change his mind.

"Yes, you are. And so much more. You always say I'm a man now. I'm your man, Mom. I'll always be the one to look at you the way no one else ever could. To love you more than anyone else. And I know how to show you a real man's love."

"Holy fuck," I sighed weakly as he gripped the now exposed globes of my ass and pulled me hard into his cock.

He kissed me on the mouth right there on the sidewalk, my dress riding up around my hips while he fondled my ass. I opened my lips for his searching tongue and let mine duel with his in a hungry dance of desire. I could hardly breathe and for the first time in my life I actually swooned again the body of a hotly aroused man. No one could ever make me do this but my son and I kissed him back as hungrily as I'd ever kissed any man in my life. I forgot where we were standing or else I might've put a stop to it, but Jacob had me in a daze where all I could think about was the taste of his mouth and the pressure of his fantastic cock.

When we finally broke apart I was breathless. Jacob pulled me close to him and kept walking me down the street with his hand on my exposed ass. There were streetlights on, and if anyone had ventured to look out their window they would've seen their young neighbor walking his mother home with his hand on her bare ass and the biggest bulge I'd ever seen in the front of his shorts. I reached over and felt my son's cock as we walked, trusting that our neighbors were all still gathered on the hillside.

We finally got to our house and inside the front door, but our progress stopped right there. Jacob couldn't wait. He grabbed me and pushed me back against the door as he kissed me again. I whimpered like a kitten into his mouth, savoring the taste of his tongue. I found the zipper of his shorts at the same time he grabbed the bottom hem of my dress and roughly pulled it upwards, forcing me to raise my arms so he could yank it off me. Now I stood before him in nothing but a sodden pair of bikini panties.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to see those tits, Mom," he growled with lust.

His hands cupped and squeezed my boobs, making the ache in my pussy go deeper with every touch. My panties were so wet by now it felt like I peed in them, and it only got worse -- or better -- when Jacob started playing roughly with my hardened nipples. He swooped back in for more hot kissing, our tongues writhing within our mouths like a pair of naked bodies fucking. My hands moved on their own to the front of his shorts. I already had him unzipped and all I needed to do was unbutton them. They fell straight to his ankles and then I pushed his boxer briefs down past his hips, letting them drop down with his shorts. At long last I got my hands around his hard, pulsing cock shaft. He felt so thick and sturdy, throbbing for his hot, horny mother.

Jacob moaned into my mouth as I began stroking his cock, using one hand on his enormous shaft and the other on his cum-heavy balls. He was shaven everywhere I touched him and my fingers couldn't get enough of that hot, smooth skin. Even though I'd already seen everything he had that night on the couch, it didn't prepare me for the electric jolt of actually getting my hands on his impressive manhood. He broke off kissing me and moaned deeply as I massaged and stroked his aching flesh. My heart was absolutely pounding with excitement. As many times as I'd imagined this while shoving either my fingers or toy into my pussy, I never imagined it would ever cross over from fantasy to reality.

I decided I liked the reality much more than I should've. I craved it. I needed it. I needed my Jacob as a woman needs a man and I didn't care how many social taboos we were breaking.

We found ourselves just staring at each other in awe, right there still against the front door. My son's cock was continually dripping precum, slicking the glide of my eager hands along his fat length. His hands were cupping my naked tits firmly, his fingers tweezing my hard nipples.

"Take Mommy to bed," I finally told him, even as I wondered how such a set of words could ever be uttered out of my own mouth. But once they were out in the open I knew we were in a world of our own making, and the quivering drip of my pussy demanded more than my logical mind said it deserved.

Jacob took my hand and led me upstairs, leaving his shorts and my dress on the floor at the entrance to our house. He led me straight to my room, just the way he'd led me home from the fireworks show, except his bare ass was flexing from the bottom edge of his shirt and his huge cock was swaggering from side to side as he marched his dazed mother to her bed.

Inside my room, I sat on the edge of my bed and took off my panties while Jacob removed his shirt. Being naked for the first time with my very obviously aroused son felt so wrong and yet so right at the same time. And I knew that my son had been right, that this was what we both needed. We needed each other, and I definitely needed that big, beautiful dick that was throbbing for only for me. I felt lightheaded as I reached for it, wrapping my hand around his thick shaft and pulling him closer.

Jacob stepped right up to the side of my bed, bringing that succulent rod within mere inches of my face. I stroked him and looked up into his eyes.

"Mommy's gonna love you like the man you are, baby," I told him, making sure he could feel my breath on his cock as I spoke. "Are you sure this is how you want me? Can you forget I'm your mother?"

While still looking up at him, I held his massive cock in place and let my wet tongue roll slowly around the head of his pole. He was creamy with precum and the taste of his warm sauce made my pulse spike. Something wild flared in his eyes as he watched me lick the tip of his cock like a dripping piece of candy.

"Well? Can you?" I asked again.

"I'll never forget you're my mother," he said with a determined growl in his voice. The severity of his tone took me by surprise. "You'll always be my mother. And you'll always be the hottest, most beautiful thing I ever saw. And I'll always be your son and have this hard cock ready for your sexy mouth."

A wave of heat passed through my body at the sound of his words. Then, just as I was leaning forward to take his cock in my mouth, he shoved me backwards. His strength took me by surprise and I was reeling as he climbed on the bed between my legs. He forcefully pushed my legs open wider, taking his swollen prick in hand and rubbing the knob up and down my soaking wet pussy lips just enough to saturate it with my juice. I muttered a long, throaty moan as he pushed his imposing man flesh into my slippery hole, my voice becoming more strangled the deeper he went, opening and stretching his mother's eager cunt with every inch.

"I'm your son," he growled as his cock sank to the root and his ballsac pushed against my rimhole. "I never want to forget who we are, Mom. Not even when we fuck."

With a deep grunt, he pulled back with his cock and then drove back into me hard and strong. I yelped at the delirious invasion of his solid meat into my slick sheath. He started pumping his column of hard flesh in and out of me, so obviously desperate to finally take me the way he'd been dreaming for too long.

"Ohhh, fuck yes, baby. Fuck your mother!" I cried, knowing what he wanted to hear. "Give me my son's huge cock. Pump that pussy, baby boy. Pump Mommy's horny cunt!"

"Holy fuck!" he cried, pounding into my helpless hole without waiting.

He wasn't interested in building up slowly. I'd made him wait too long for that. He was taking what he needed, and I was giving it to him with my whole being, rocking my hips against his lunges and milking his raging hard on with my tight snatch. His body was slapping into mine while sweat broke out on his face. His driving cock made sloppy squelching noises as he fucked me with all his might. The sounds of our sloshing bodies drove my pleasure higher than I knew was possible.

The way his fat cock was stroking every inner nerve in my hole was sending me into the ozone. My son's cock, I reminded myself. No one had ever taken me with so much need or love, and I knew there could never be a feeling to compare to this.

"Oh my god, Mom, you feel so fucking good!" he groaned. "I love you. I love your pussy. Fuck!"

I wrapped my legs around him while he pumped me harder and faster than I've ever been fucked before. The power of his young, muscular body had me in its grip.

"I need your cock, baby. My son's big, hard, fucking cock," I mewled heatedly, knowing how much he loved hearing me talk like his personal slut, but turning myself on even more in the process. What we were doing was the dirtiest yet most beautiful thing I've ever done. "Fuck Mommy, baby. Pump Mommy full of that hard...hot...fucking...meat!"

Jacob looked like he was in a trance of lust as he fucked me deep and hard. He kept on fucking me so much longer than I expected him to and he was soon lowering his mouth to my tits, licking all over my globes and trapping each of my throbbing nipples between his lips for a deep, hard suck. I started cumming and felt like I was never going to stop. My head was spinning as climactic waves of mind-bending pleasure took my body in their grip. Then Jacob was suddenly pounding more wildly than before, grunting and gasping while I felt the explosive pulsing of his cock shaft, and then the hot burst of cream flushing into the depths of my quivering cunt.

Then, almost as suddenly as the frenzy began, it was over and peaceful. My son held himself over me, his cock still embedded in my fuck hole as we gazed at each other and caught our breath. He gently lowered himself and kissed me. His kiss was deep and tender now. Still needful but so loving. I gave him back the same kisses he gave me. He gently pulling his softening cock from my hole and lay beside me. We kept kissing and he stroked my face and hair. He was so soft and loving now, and he was looking at me like I was something that would break if he wasn't gentle.

"I love you, Mom," he said softly. "So much."

"Oh, my darling, I love you more than anything," I sighed, feeling tears of joy welling up in my eyes. And yet I worried beyond what was logical. "Baby, after this, I don't know how I could ever go back to anything else. I mean...anyone else."

"I don't want you to, Mom. You're mine now. We belong to each other. There's no one else for either one of us."

"Oh god," I cooed, sobbing into his bare, sweaty chest. I didn't know how anything so sordid and shameful could make me feel so much happiness and contentment. But it did, and I wasn't about to give that up.

"You're so beautiful," my son said sighed, kissing me tenderly.

We spent a long time just kissing deeply, but slowly and with so much love flowing between us. We held each other close, savoring the warm feeling of our naked skin touching all the way along our bodies. I have no idea how much time went by, but before long our hands were gently exploring each other's form, taking the time to caress each other we didn't have the patience for until we came.

After a while, Jacob kissed a trail down my neck and onto my chest. I turned onto my back and watched him fondle and suckle my tits. He was so adoring I nearly started sobbing again, but the awakening tingles in my pussy grew stronger than anything else I was feeling. After all, I was watching my own son feast on my rigid nipples and my pulse was going faster. It was like he was he was nursing all over again, except that he was a beautiful man now and he wasn't nursing for mother's milk but mother's hot, erotic love. I knew at that moment that there would never be a time I would deny him anything he wanted within the confines of our bed.

I felt his cock stirring and growing thicker against the outside of my thigh, wondering if I was in for another merciless pounding. But he was so calm, so in awe of tasting deep of his mommy's nipples. His hand slipped between my thighs and lovingly stroked my pussy lips. I was already so full of his cum, but the warm caress of his fingers had my slit flushing with trickling mother cream. He smeared it around my sex lips and over my swelling clit.

Then his lips worked their way down my body in a trail of loving kisses, each one leaving its imprint on his mother's tingling skin. His mouth soon found my smoothly waxed peach and his tongue made a long, wet swipe up along my slit. I gasped deeply as he began licking my folds, dipping his tongue inside me and then darting higher to tease my clit.

"Ohhh, Jacob, baby, yessssss. Taste Mommy's pussy. That's it, darling. Love that pussy with your mouth," I moaned as he feasted and slurped on my dripping core.

With hungry patience, my son explored every inch of his mother's dew coated sex hole, coaxing more and more fuck honey to come oozing forth.

"I can taste myself in yourself pussy, Mom," he said, looking up at me with that devious gleam in his eye I must've seen a thousand times. But this time his lips and chin were glistening with his mother's fuck honey. It was lurid. So forbidden. His words an obscene taunt. Yet never in my life had I felt so loved or wanted. It took my amazing son to make me feel like a beautiful angel for once in my life. For that, I would give him anything and everything.

Yet as he patiently licked and fingered my pussy, driving my pleasure into the ozone, it was so clear that he wanted to give me more than any of the other men in my life. He was striving to stand above and beyond them. But in my eyes he had always been special.

By the time he slipped his fingers into my hole and started sucking my clit like he was sucking one of my nipples, my whole body began trembling. I was rising so quickly toward another climax, and the second his fingertips began scraping across my G spot I exploded, writhing against the mattress. With a louder scream of joy than I wanted to let out, my climax broke open as I squirted right into my son's face. The more I sprayed against him the more hungrily he sucked my clit and the harder he rubbed at my G spot until my orgasm left me as breathless as the first one.

When I recovered, I had him change places with me, determined to give him as much as he'd given me. I peppered his body with kisses, bringing my hand to his swollen cock and stroking him while I tasted his damp, salty flesh. His breathing started to change the closer I worked my lips along his body toward that long, thick cock. I kissed the head first, tasting his precum along with the traces of my recently fucked pussy. You just can't even know what it feels like to taste your sex juice on your own son's cock for the first time until you finally do it. And after being so soundly fucked, then so lovingly eaten and fingered, my slit was hot and wet as ever.Jacob's moan of approval was all I needed to hear. My tongue went out and licked the head of his cock, then slid all the way down his impressive shaft to those smoothly shaven balls. I took his pole in hand and lightly stroked him while I licked his balls, taking each one into my mouth for a gentle suck. His precum was oozing like nectar and wetting his meaty shank as my hand rose and fell.

"Oh, Mom, oh fuck, that feels so good," he sighed.

Looking up, I caught him watching me like a hawk. "It's Mommy's job to make you feel good, baby," I told him with a girlish smile. "Mommy's gonna make you feel like a man."

Then I licked up the length of his cock, swirling my tongue around the ridge of his head. I had to take a moment just to study it. I'd never seen anything so perfect before. My son's big column of rock hard man flesh was like a piece of classic sculpture, except it was hot and silky to my lips. The taste so tangy and heady. I loved running my tongue all around his balls and the base of his shaft where he'd shaved himself all the way down to that warm, smooth skin. But then I had to work my way back to the top and take the head of his rod into my mouth.

My lips caressed that pulsing flesh like a sweet delicacy, my son's moans of pleasure warming my heart and pussy alike. I began sucking and bobbing my head up and down his pole, working the lower end with my hand at the same time. I've always enjoyed sucking a nice cock, but Jacob's cock was magnificent and I loved every delicious second. I knew right then that I was made for this, for pleasing him in every way I could. He was soon moaning deeply, his moans punctuated by gasps for air. His body was squirming on the mattress. He kept trying to speak but all that came out of his mouth were stray syllables of pleasure. I loved knowing I could do this to my gorgeous boy, and I knew it was going to be a pleasure I could give him over and over again.

When he felt the finger of my free hand probing toward his asshole, he shifted and lifted his legs high to give me access. Finding his starbud more easily now, I slipped my finger into his ass and gently slipped it in and out while I sucked his delicious flesh as if I'd been born to bring him pleasure.

"Oh, oh, ohhhhh, Mommmmm," my baby croaked, his cock pulsating hot and hard between my lips. I knew he was rising closer to his peak, and I was preparing myself to take everything he had to give me. "Mom, I'm gonna...I'm gonna...oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he cried.

Suddenly his marble shaft swelled thicker and harder just seconds before that first, tangy burst of cum erupted into my mouth. More and more spurts jetted out of his cock as I swallowed each one, taking his delectable essence deep into my belly. I kept sucking and swallowing until his spurting subsided and stopped, then let him out of my mouth with a dramatic smacking sound.

"Holy fuck," my baby sighed, looking at me like he'd never seen me before. I couldn't help giggling under his stunned gaze, feeling proud of myself for giving him something so special.

I snuggled up beside him and we kissed. He didn't flinch at the taste of his cock in his mother's mouth, and we kissed for a long time. My pussy was aching for his cock again, but we also needed to catch our breath and rest a while. We had all the time we would ever need for anything and everything now.

"I love you so much," he sighed dreamily.

"I love you even more," I said.

We were both getting sleepy. Resting my face against his chest, I kissed his nipple and wondered when my boy had become such an incredible man. Maybe that part wasn't important. What mattered more than anything else was that he was my man. For now and always.