A Homecoming for My Son

Ryan was leading me up to the motel room.

I was just being ushered about without conscious input on my part. I truly believe at this point I was in shock!

He opened the door and went in, pulling me with him. Ryan led me to the bed.

"What's going on, Ryan?" I asked. "What's this about?"

A moment later Ryan had his arms around me. He kissed me, holding me tight and pressing his erection against my stomach, and I suddenly understood what he was doing.

I felt a little overwhelmed, but at the same time I wanted nothing more than to surrender to him, to give him whatever he needed from me, my whole self, my heart and mind and soul. My body too. I wanted him to take me, to possess me completely, make me his. I didn't care that it was wrong, that it was incest.

I returned his feverish kisses, moaning lightly as his hands found my boobs and clutched them, running my hands through his hair. He started to pull my tank top up and I stuck my arms up in the air. The tank top came up over my head, then got tossed onto the floor. I answered that by taking his shirt off, revealing his smooth muscular torso. We ended up undressing each other kind of quickly, but carefully too; it wouldn't do to go home in torn clothing.

We got down to our underwear before falling onto the bed. Ryan was wearing boxers and I still had on my stupid pink bra, with matching pink french cut panties. I'd bought them never dreaming that my son would be the first man to ever see them. Ryan's eyes narrowed and there was obvious yearning on his face as he examined them, and examined my body in them. I was glad, and relieved; I'd been worried that I might look ridiculous to him.

Ryan practically ripped my underwear from my body, the bra first, then the panties. I was naked now, but I didn't feel any embarrassment or shame.

He nearly ripped off his own underwear too, and for the first time I saw his cock. It seemed impossibly long and hard and thick; my little boy wasn't so little any more!

Part of me wanted to scream with glee because I was finally living my dream, but another part of me was in awe. It was intimidating, scary, and he was so masculinely beautiful.

I wanted to touch him, caress him, kiss him. As much as he'd seemed frenzied and out of control before, Ryan was gentle now as he laid on top of me, as if he was afraid I would break. I opened my legs for him and he settled between them and took me in his arms. I felt his balls nestled against my pussy and his cock laying over my lower abdomen, snaking all the way up past my bellybutton.

We kissed passionately for several long minutes, and as we kissed Ryan explored my body with his hands, touching me all over, sliding his fingers down my sides, over my butt, back up my sides and over my ribs, then finally over my boobs. He caressed and squeezed them lovingly as he pushed his tongue in and out of my mouth. At the same time he moved his hips, pushing himself against me, and I felt the base of his cock and his balls moving up and down over my pussy and my clit.

I could feel him getting more and more excited, and it matched my own rising heat and desire. I tried to tell him with my ardent moans and gasps of pleasure, and my writhing body, just how much I loved him and wanted him, how much I needed him.

Ryan heard me, or at the very least couldn't control his own desire anymore, and he reached down between us and took hold of his cock. He started to move it into position but I reached down and grabbed his wrist.

"Let me," I breathed.

Ryan let go and I wrapped my fingers around him. I was surprised at how warm it was, and how it seemed both hard and soft at the same time. And how big it was. It seemed to vibrate with an energy of its own.

I thought, 'My God, maybe he will split me.' But if that was what was in store for me, then so be it. If there was going to be great pain, then let it be great. I would suffer anything for my son, my lover, if only I could feel him inside me.

I held it as Ryan pushed it forward, until the tip of it touched my pussy lips. I took in a deep breath, held it, and hugged Ryan a little tighter with my other arm, and a moment later the head of his cock began to enter me. It pushed past the lips, stretching them until they hurt, then stretching me further inside, and further and further...

The pain was stung at first, not really that bad, much like my first time, but then it became sharper and deeper as more and more of his cock slid into me. I had to let my breath out, then sucked it in again, held it again. I felt Ryan's cock nudge up against my cervix, then I felt like he was stabbing me, and I couldn't keep from crying out a little.

I had never had someone so deep before...

Ryan just kept pushing into me, until his entire cock had made its way inside. It was more uncomfortable and invasive than I'd expected, but I kept calm by reminding myself that it wouldn't stay like this, that my body would get used to it soon.

Once he'd conquered me, Ryan paused and kissed my cheek. "God, I love you," he breathed into my ear, then slowly began to pull his cock back out. He only went about halfway, then abruptly pushed himself all the way back in. He moved slowly, oh so gently, but as he continued to push in and out of me he began to pick up speed, fucking me, and the more he fucked me the more the pain receded.

This is what it's like to have my son in a carnal embrace, I thought as I held onto Ryan and felt him moving inside me. This wasn't anything like my fantasy; it was so much better! He's really very good.

Ryan held me and kissed me and fondled my boobs, even sucked my nipples as he took his pleasure with me, sliding his long hard cock deep into my pussy. I moved with him, writhed under his wonderful man's body, the pain within fading to nothingness, replaced with a rising tide of pleasure and satisfaction. My son's cock thrust into me faster and faster, harder and harder, and a ripple of orgasm began to stir inside me, growing like a storm in my womb. I wondered what my husband would think of me right then, what he would think of us, mother and son, making love.

Ryan had propped himself up on his elbows and was looking down at me, watching me as I became immersed in our first and most important experience of our new lives. I was gasping and sighing, crying out softly each time he plunged into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rode his cock with near abandon, driving us both right to the edge of release.

Just as I was beginning my orgasm, he lowered his head and whispered in my ear, "You are so beautiful, mom."

That was it for me. I went spiraling over the edge, down into the warm well of orgasm. My entire body trembled and shuddered with wave after wave of brilliant, almost magical delight. I cried out again, this time kind of loudly, but I didn't care. I was cumming, I was cumming, and it was fabulous.

Ryan continued to fuck me and I held him close, kissed his face and his neck and his chest, lost in our lovemaking, until finally he reached his point of ecstasy. He buried his face in my hair, grunted in my ear, and I felt his cock throbbing within me and his cum spilling into my pussy. It was only a few moments but it seemed to take a sweetly long time.

Finally, he was finished, and he collapsed on top of me. We were both breathing hard, our hearts were pounding, and our bodies were covered with a light sheen of sweat. My body seemed to be humming with expended energy, and I knew Ryan felt the same way.

I cried, of course. I couldn't help it. I was no longer the same person I was before, I was an incestuous lover for Ryan now. It was shiningly new, no longer just a mother and her child. Ryan and I had joined our bodies and souls together, we'd consumed our shared love and forbidden passion for each other, and in the process we'd transformed ourselves into an incredible sensual existence much different than the one we shared when we left the house earlier in the day.

We got in the car and started on our way home. About halfway there Ryan asked me, "You okay?"

"I'm fine," I said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Ryan, I'm sure." I touched his arm, then drew my hand away. "Though I feel we need to talk about what we have done..."

"I'm sorry, I guess I couldn't help myself."

I giggled and said, "You were wonderful, and being with you was everything I hoped it would be."

"You don't feel guilty at all?"

"No, not really. I'm glad we made love, Ryan. I don't care if it's wrong."

"Neither do I," Ryan said.

"I guess this makes me your 'Girl'!"

Ryan nodded, a small smile on his face. "Okay," he said. "But what about dad?"

"We should probably try to keep this whole thing a secret, though. You know, so nobody freaks out or anything."

Ryan gave me a look. "You're a naughty girl, mom."

"I'm naughty? You're the one that forced himself onto his defenseless mother."

"Defenseless, my ass. You could seduce anyone with that body."

There was more simple minded bantering, the two of us laughing and feeling so easy with each other, so happy. By the time we got home, whatever feelings of doubt or guilt we might have had were gone. And when we came through the door and greeted Rob, we had successfully resumed our roles as mother and child again. He didn't suspect a thing.

Nor would he. For the next three weeks we were careful, meeting when Rob was at work, or in motel rooms. A few times we even did it in Ryan's bed after Rob had gone to sleep. We made love over and over again, passionately, tenderly, exhausting ourselves with each other. It was the most amazing time of my life, and it ended way too Soon.

It was time Ryan left to return to school and as he hugged me one last time before boarding the plane he whispered in my ear, "You are my girl."

I moaned to his touch, and held him tightly. I pulled his ear close to my lips and whispered to him, "Always..."

I stood near the gate with my husband and watched until the plane was out of sight, then turned and, with Rob's arm around my shoulders, we walked toward the car.

In the car, as we drove, Rob was rambling on about one thing or another. I wasn't listening, or I thought I wasn't, until he mentioned me visiting Ryan in England.

Now I was all ears, "Huh? What did you say?" I intoned.

Rob laughed, "You haven't heard a word I've said."

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said, maybe you can visit Ryan, when it won't interfere with his studies, that is."

"Oh, oh, my...yes that would be nice...a nice surprise for him..." I was stuttering badly.

I fantasized being with Ryan in his dorm room, freely going about the campus and the village as lovers, unafraid and totally in love. I imagined the other boys and their approving stares as we demonstrated our love and commitment to one another in public. Throwing caution to the wind...

I smiled and dreamed of my son, my lover; I so wanted to be his "Girl" again, and again...