A Mother's Fantasies Ch. 01

Words were hard for me to form, and mostly I remember just moaning, "Fuck Momma, fuck Momma with that big dick," over and over again, before my body just seemed to come apart as my orgasm swept over me.

Cuddling afterwards, we happily recounted the evening's fun. "Did you see how big Jessie's cock is, Shelly?" John said. "I bet you can't wait to get him inside you."

I shivered as I thought about having my son fucking me and giggled as I said back, "I bet you can't wait to see our big-dick son fucking me.

"Am I going to see that tomorrow, Shelly?" John asked. "I think I've been waiting long enough."

There was a sternness to my husband's voice, hinting that he wanted his command obeyed soon and I nodded and replied, "I think after tomorrow night, you will be very happy, honey."

And it did seem that again, the next night would never get here. The next day, Saturday was very weird. What we three had been doing was hanging over us, but none of us spoke of it all through the day. I spent most of the day catching up on washing and ironing, hanging out in the kitchen with my ironing board, dressed in a string bikini top and some old blue jean shorts. John and Jessie spent most of the day raking leaves and getting the yard ready for winter.

John and I would kiss and fool around a bit when he passed through, but we never let things get out of hand. Jessie ate lunch while I worked on my ironing and I was aware that his eyes never left my partly clad body and I tried hard to put an extra shimmy and shake into my movements as I ironed clothes. I would smile at him and give him a naughty wink once in a while that made him blush, but we never mentioned our naughty behavior once.

Maybe he was worried that if we did talk about it, like some magical creature it would disappear in a puff of smoke. In truth, I felt the same way. My plan, such that it was, seemed to be working perfectly, and I was thrilled and flattered that my son was so turned on by me.

Both my men showered before dinner and then I excused myself to go take a bath while John and Jessie cleaned up the kitchen. I took a long, lazy bubble bath and considered shaving my pussy as a surprise for John and my son, but decided not to do it. I like the way my little golden haired muff looked. I think there is something uniquely feminine about a natural blonde's pubic hair.

Downstairs, I could hear John and Jessie laughing at some old comedy movie. I went through my wardrobe and considered what I was going to wear tonight. After long thought, I decided it was time to get really naughty. I was horny and I was through with preliminaries. I selected my outfit and preened in front of the mirror, nodding to myself.

Quietly, I came down stairs, pausing to look at my husband and my son watching television. Both looked so handsome. John was again in his pajama bottoms, leaving the top off. I felt both love and lust for him, just as I had the first night I met him. Somehow, John had convinced our son to leave his pajama top off as well and I was more than a little turned on by his well developed body. I knew he kept weights in his bedroom and worked out everyday, but I guess I wasn't expecting him to look so mature. I confess, my pussy hungered for him. I felt my heart pounding in anticipation. I loved my son as a mother, but now I realized the possibilities were so endless, that motherly love was just the gateway to a greater love.

I walked into the room and murmured, "My, aren't you two a couple of good looking studs!" Both turned and looked at me and both my men rewarded me with awestruck looks that made me blush and wet between my legs at the same time.

I was standing in front of them in a pair of stiletto high heels and a nasty, black widow-maker corset. The corset lifted up my breasts and put them on prominent display, my nipples throbbing and erect for all to see. I chose to skip hose and panties, so my pussy was also bared and very visible.

"Mom," Jessie gasped. "You're beautiful!" Laid back in his recliner, I was in the perfect position to see his pajama bottoms produce a huge tent in just scant seconds.

"Thank you, son," I breathed back, slowly walking by him, making sure he saw all my goodies. John was speechless and I grinned at him as I straddled him. "I need you right now, lover – I can't wait until bedtime."

I kissed my husband, driving my tongue into his mouth as I began to undulate on his lap, rubbing my bare pussy against his quickly emerging erection. We kissed passionately as our son watched, John's hands coming around to caress my bare ass, to help me roll my hips and groin to better press against his pajama covered cock.

I needed more and I began squirming around, lifting up to work my husband's pajama's off him, finally rising to help him finish shedding them and flinging them across the room, over John's head to land behind his recliner while he watched us anxiously. I leaned over and with my breasts hanging pendulously, wrapped my fingers around John's cock and stroked him several times before licking his cockhead like it was an ice cream cone.

I looked up at our son who was squirming himself, rubbing his bugle through his pajamas. "Jessie, I really need to fuck your Dad right now. I can't wait any longer. Do you mind if I fuck him right here and now? You can watch if you want."

Jessie just nodded wordlessly. I turned and smiled at my husband. "I need to fuck you baby, right here, right now." John just smiled and nodded.

I turned around and straddled him again, facing towards our son. Reaching down, I took John's hard cock in hand while using my other hand to spread my labia lips apart, revealing to Jessie for the first time the pink, wet folds of my aroused pussy. "Do you like what you see, son?" I said in a husky whisper. "I'm wet. I'm wet because of you, Jessie. I bet you didn't know you made your mother so hot and wet, did you?"

Jessie just stared as I maneuvered John's cock to my pussy. My pussy lips clasped the head of his cock hungrily and as our son watched, I slowly sank down on his father's immense erection. In all my life I have never been so excited and aroused. John's cock felt larger than ever and I was tightening my flesh around him and it seemed I could feel every bump and vein on his erect penis. Every moment and every movement brought me pleasure like I had never known. Slowly, on tiptoe, I began to piston up and down on John's throbbing dick.

I reveled in being so carnally lewd in front of my son, knowing that he was hard and turned on because of me, that he was shedding his own pajamas, freeing his cock and stroking it because of me. Jessie brought his recliner to the upright position, his pajama bottoms pooled at his feet. He was leaning forward, his eyes intent on me as I rode his father's cock.

"Do you like what you see, Jessie?" I hissed. "Does it make you want to do things, things to me?"

Jessie groaned while John chuckled, his hands on my waist, helping me ride up and down on his long, stiff cock. Finally, Jessie managed to moan, "I love you, Mom! I want, I want..." His words faded into a groan, full of need and desire. I felt my pussy flooding around John's cock from my own desires.

"Son, would you like Mom to suck your cock?" I said softly. I licked my lips and added, "Momma's been looking forward to eating some of her baby's cum." A thrill shot through me. A part of me couldn't believe that I was acting this way towards my own son, offering myself up as such a slut. Another part of me wanted to do so much more and even the thought of letting my son have me was enough to send me to the edge of orgasm.

Jessie was on his feet, a look of delight mixed with sheer disbelief at my offer. He stepped out of his pajamas and took a step towards us, then another and then another and there he was in front of me. My son's cock was almost completely vertical against his flat stomach. Up close it was even bigger than I had thought, more than two inches longer than his father.

"Oh Jessie, you're so big! You have a beautiful cock," I cooed as I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft.

"I love you, Mom!" Jessie sobbed. He stepped a bit closer as I guided his cock towards my face. "MOMMMMM!" he cried out as I opened my mouth and let the head of his cock slip between my lips. My tongue rolled over his swollen cock head, I could taste him, lapping up the precum oozing from his slit.

I felt an orgasm begin to build between my legs, my pussy a fiery furnace about to overheat and explode as my screamed at me that I had my son's cock in my mouth. I took more of him, my tongue busily swirling around his soft yet steely flesh, tasting him and loving him. Jessie's hand dropped to my head, fingers curling in my hair and then he pulled his hand away.

"It's okay, son," murmured John. "Put your fingers back, get them tangled up in your Mom's pretty blonde hair. Use it, guide your Mom. Let her know what you want. Faster, slower, deeper." John's voice became darker, more stern. "Tell her what you want and your Mom will do it for you. She likes to please her men."

Jessie did what his father wanted and as I looked up into my son's eyes, my mouth filled with his cock, he reached out and slipped his fingers into my hair, both hands holding my head. He thrust forward and pulled me closer and I took more of him. He held my head tight and began to fuck my mouth, moving slowly back and forth, his fingers tightening around my curly, blonde locks.

"Oh yeah, Mom," he moaned, a happy and satisfied grin on his face, identical to the one his father displayed when he was pleased. "I love you so much, Mom!"

For a minute maybe I held out against my orgasm, feeling the pleasure rise within me, spreading out from my pussy to my breasts, making my nipples so swollen they were in pain, and then throughout the rest of my body. Slowly riding up and down on John's throbbing cock while my son fucked my face, me hungrily sucking his long shaft, pure carnal joy built within me.

Finally, the knowledge that I w as being shared by my husband and my son, the sheer sweet incestuous pleasure sent me over the edge and my orgasm swept through me. I sank down on John's cock, unable to control my movements anymore. I simply convulsed and shook, impaled on his wonderful cock while I struggled to continue sucking Jessie's cock. Mostly, I managed to work my tongue over his sweet meat while he did the work, working his cock in and out of his mother's mouth.

I must have been quite the sluttish sight, helplessly stuck on my husband's erection while my son fucked my face. I think it was too much for Jessie and I felt his cock throb and swell and as he moaned, "Mommm, I'm, I'm cummminggg!" my son flooded my mouth with burst after burst of sweet semen.

When I say it was a flood, I mean a flood. Never in all my thirty-eight years, have I had so much sperm from one man. His spunk was sweeter tasting than his father's, the cleaner, more youthful taste you only get from a young man. I gobbled and swallowed and couldn't handle it. Choking, I let him slip from my mouth and his last ejaculations splashed across my face, giving me a facial with his hot sperm. I could only moan happily as I continued to quake from my orgasm, Jessie's sperm splattering against my lips and extended tongue and my chin and cheeks.

Jessie looked quite dazed at the end of his orgasm and he sank to his knees in front of me, watching me as I sobbed and cried, my fingers trying to push his semen across my face to my hungry mouth as my orgasm began to ebb.

Then John was lifting me off his cock and easing me to the floor as I looked up at him confused. "Finish me with your mouth, Shelly," he commanded me. I groaned and turned to his erection, cockflesh glistening with my own juices. Hungrily, I took him in my mouth, sucking hard, tongue fluttering over the crown of his cock. I stiffened in surprise as I felt hands touching me from behind and I realized that Jessie was being brave and exploring me.

Orgasmic aftershocks rocked me as I felt his fingers slipping through my pussy lips, finding my wetness. Another hand curled around and was touching my hard nipple, testing and pulling on it. I shivered with delight at his touch and then John groaned and began cumming, excited at the sight of his only child exploring his wife's body.

John's semen gushed into my mouth, not quite the flood of tasty sperm that his son had given me (and which was even now dripping from my chin to my tits), but still a considerable load. I swallowed one sweet tasting shot after another until finally John was spent at least for the moment.

I let my husband slip from my mouth and gasped for air, more orgasmic tremors making me shiver as Jessie continued to caress my wet folds. John smiled down at me and then asked our son, "Well, Jessie, what do you think? Isn't your mom quite the slut?"

"I think Mom's wonderful!" Jessie exclaimed. "I, I can't believe this is happening."

"Shit, son, we're just getting started. You haven't seen anything yet!" John said, laughing.

I reached out and touched John's now semi-erect cock. Despite just experiencing an earth shattering orgasm, my body screamed for more. "Take me to bed," I whispered. "Take me to bed, now."

John grinned and shook his head. "No," he said.

I was at a loss. "No?" I replied. Maybe I was a little confused and bewildered from the glorious sex.

"No, I'm not going to take you to bed. Maybe your son would like to fuck you." John considered our son with a serious look. "Jessie, are you a virgin?"

Jessie blushed a little and nodded. John went on, "Would you like your mom to be your first fuck?"

Jessie grinned and said, "Oh yeah!"

"Then tell her," John said.

Our son's eyes widened and he looked at me, his hand coming up from my breast to my shoulder. "Mom, would you like to..."

"NO!" interrupted his father. "Tell her what you want. She will obey you like she does me."

Understanding dawned on my son's face and then he smiled his father's smile, making me hot again between my thighs. I shivered with anticipation. "Mom, I want you to fuck me," Jessie said. "I want you to fuck me now!"

I nearly came just hearing his words, but then his father added. "Take our son upstairs to his room, Shelly. A mother and son's first time should be their own. I'll join you later."

My voice was thick was lust as I replied, "Yes, dear." I stood up on unsteady legs and took Jessie's hand. "Come with me, son." I said. As my husband watched, I lead our son upstairs. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer and I could hardly breathe.

We stepped into Jessie's room, cluttered with all his junk. I turned to him and said, "Kiss me, sweetheart. Kiss Momma." Jessie took me into his arms and we kissed. Bless his heart, but he was awkward and shy, not even opening his mouth at first. I pressed my tongue against his lips and he quickly figured things out and then his tongue found mine and it felt so wonderful sharing a soul kiss with my sweet son. If he realized that he was tasting himself and his father, it didn't seem to bother him.

We kissed for what seemed a heavenly eternity until finally I felt his cock stir and press against me, poking me in my abdomen. I broke the kiss and said breathlessly, "Help me out of this thing, I want to be completely naked for you, son."

We both fumbled with my corset and then it was flung to the floor forgotten as we came into each other's arms, my firm breasts pressing against his chest as we kissed again. His fingers trailed up and down, caressing my back and my ass. I pulled him tight against me, feeling his newly erect penis throbbing between us. "It's time, Jessie," I whispered into his ear after ending the kiss. "It's time for you to make love to your mother!"

Outwardly, I seemed quite contained and sure of myself, but my insides were a quivering, molten mass of flesh in need of a good fucking. I took his cock in my hand and led him to the bed. I let Jessie go and eased myself back and down onto the mattress, kicking away his tangled sheets and blanket. Jessie stood over me, his eyes staring at me hungrily as I scooted back, resting my head on his pillows. I spread my legs wide and held out my hands. "Come to Momma," I whispered.

Jessie climbed between my legs, stopping to just kneel there and stare at my naked body, breasts heaving and pussy lips spread, revealing my shiny, wet flesh. "Son, please fuck me. I've dreamed of this moment. Fuck me, Jessie."

My son nearly flung himself onto me, his weight pressing down on mine as he thrust his hips at me, his cock scraping along my thigh, seeking an entrance to heaven. I showered Jessie's face with kisses and said soothingly, "Take your time, lover. We aren't going anywhere. Kiss me, son."

We kissed again, tongues swirling around each other, tasting each other. I rolled my hips around and almost by instinct Jessie moved to intercept me and then I groaned into his mouth as the head of his cock found my pussy, my labia almost clasping his hard, throbbing flesh and pulling him in. I flung my hips upward to meet his immediate downward thrust and then I was being filled with him.

My body exploded into orgasm before I could take all of him. Just the knowledge that this wonderful cock that was squeezing its way into me, completely fulfilling me was my own son's was enough to send me into an incestuous orgasm. Never has something felt so right. As much as I love and adore John, I knew instantly that this was the cock I was always meant to have and that for the rest of my life, I could never get enough of.

"Ohhhh, Jessie!" I moaned as inch after inch of his thick cock sank into me, going deeper than his father could ever go, plunging me into incestuous delight as he crammed me full of his cock. I needed more and more, I needed it all. My legs came up and crossed behind his back, my heels digging into his butt, driving him deeper and deeper until I felt his crinkly pubic hair tickling my sparsely haired mound.

"FUCK MEEEE, JESSSSSIEEEE!" I screamed as I clawed blood trails down my son's back. I was completely his now. I would do anything, be anything as long as my son would fuck me. I was his motherslut just as my husband commanded me to become. As Jessie began to slowly and instinctively pump in and out of me, the little bit of my mind that still that rationally sensed my husband standing in the doorway, watching us.

Jessie began to find his rhythm and fucked me fast and hard. He ducked his head down and ran his tongue over my bouncing breasts. As he tongued my right breast, he caught my nipple in his mouth and began to suck on it, holding it firmly between his teeth and flicking his tongue over the hard button. He bit a little too hard and I moaned from the sudden pain, but all it did was add gasoline to the fire, kicking my orgasm up a notch.

Like his father, my son was a born natural lover, paying attention to my moans and cries and quickly repeating little movements and thrusts that had my body stiffening up in orgasmic spasms. I completely surrendered myself to Jessie, heart and soul. Orgasm led to orgasm and I was sobbing from the intensity of my pleasure, tears running down my face as Jessie fucked me and fucked and fucked me.

Then, just as I thought it couldn't be any more intense, Jessie moaned and thrust deep inside me, as deep as any man has ever been and then I felt the searing heat of his seed coating my insides, bathing my womb in his hot, wonderful semen and my whole body seemed to go up in flames.

I screamed so loud and violently that if I hadn't had my legs wrapped around my son, he would have probably jumped off me. Incestuous orgasmic pleasure swept through me, taking me apart completely and although I didn't pass out, things grayed for me. All I was sensible of was Jessie's lovely cock inside me and all the almost indescribable pleasure it was giving me.