A mother’s confession (part 9) hot sex erotica stories – Y2-Stories

It was time to take a step even further. I couldn’t wait any longer, I was determined.

Our conversations seem to boost momentum. I’m aware it’s difficult to talk to your parents about sex, yet Michael is intrigued by how freely I discuss the subject. He is beyond grateful in regard to my voluntary interest in fulfilling his wishes. He is captivated by my cooperation, truly.

He also rejoiced knowing that I protected him by choosing not to disclose his ‘adult video collection’ with his father. His father would not have permitted him to possess such material, due to his age. Perhaps Michael sees me as an ally in his quest for intimacy.

I surprised him the other day by picking him up from school. He was so excited he clocked me in the head with his trombone case when he jumped in the car. ‘That’s gonna leave a mark’ I said, and we laughed.

By the time we got home Michael was already primed. He immediately went into his room when we got home. I suspected he was relieving himself. Before he had a chance to begin, I knocked on his bedroom door. When he opened the door, he looked frazzled. ‘May I come in?’ I asked. He swung the door wide.

When I entered his room, I closed and locked the door behind me. I loitered in his room admiring his ‘star-wars’ memorabilia. I noticed he was checking out my legs. My pulse jumped. He was sitting on his bed. I walked over and sat down beside him. He instantly stared at my thighs. ‘Do my legs turn you on?’ I asked him. ‘You know they do’, he replied. ‘Feel’ I said, as I caressed my legs. As he felt my legs, my temperature began to soar. ‘That feels nice’ I whispered. ‘Oh my god mother’ he said, all wide eyed. ‘It’s okay’ I said to him. He started panting. I rested back on the bed and placed my foot on the mattress. Talk about a leg-shot. Michael scooted closer. I intentionally wore ‘suntan’ pantyhose.

Watching him explore them is a site to behold. The view he had was enticing indeed. I raised my hips and pulled on the waistline of my pantyhose, releasing them from my waist. He was stunned. ‘Would you like to add this pair to your collection? I asked. He gasped. ‘I didn’t tell your father about that either’ I said to him. ‘Pull them off’ I said to him. ‘Oh my god’ he whispered. He raised my dress so cautiously. His breathing suddenly accelerated. That’s the moment he realized that I wasn’t wearing panties.

He struggled to remove my pantyhose. ‘Sit on the floor and do it’ I said. Picture that. Feeling my hose slide down my legs was, ‘mmm.’ ‘I want you to keep those’ I said. ‘Ohhh goddd’ he uttered, as I slightly parted my legs. ‘What do you see now?’ I asked him. He didn’t respond. When I parted my legs further, he leaned forward. ‘Go for it’ I whispered. My oh my. Michael hits the target with an open mouth. He’s not shy when it comes to eating at the Y. He drew my entire labia into his mouth and began working on me. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer, ‘that’s it Michael’ I whispered.

Then I said it…. ‘Eat your mothers pussy.’

Oh my, that triggered a response indeed. He took off. I could feel him sucking my juices into his mouth. Now I was the one panting uncontrollably. Hearing me say that sent him into a frenzy of passion. He was devouring me. His tongue is magical and has a stamina of its own. He was smashing my clit. I was squirming out of control, and he loved it. Darting his tongue inside makes me shiver, every time. What I did next took all the courage I could muster.

I pulled my legs up and wrapped my ankles behind my neck, (the rocking chair) they call it. His eyes popped out of his head. He was stunned by witnessing that position. ‘OMG’ he yelped. He looked completely astonished. He RAVISHED me. His pace became frantic. I held the back of his head and pressed him deep. ‘Get some’ I whispered to him. I’ve never seen anyone that excited, ever.

I was basting his face in orgasms, yes, plural. ‘My god Michael’ I yelped. Again, I tried to pursue him too, but he wouldn’t stop. I didn’t want to interfere with his quest, so I remained in position. He ate me for almost two hours! Afterwards, I staggered into the hallway and proceeded to take a shower. I left the bathroom door ajar, in hopes he would notice. He didn’t. When I exited the bathroom, I was wearing my robe. When I walked past his room, he suddenly pulled the covers over his waist. I paused. I stared at him for a few seconds. ‘May I come in? I asked. He nodded his head, ‘yes.’

I sat down next to him on the bed, I didn’t speak, at first. I looked into his eyes, then I looked at the bulge under his covers. ‘May I see it?’ I asked. When he pulled that blanket down, I gasped. My eyes grew wide. ‘Oh my son, where did that come from?’ I asked, while staring directly at it. I intentionally allowed him to see me lick my lips. ‘My oh my’, I said to him. ‘May I?” I asked him. ‘Oh please’ he whispered as he gripped the blanket tight.

I pulled an elastic bracelet from my wrist and began to tie back my hair. Michael knew what was about to happen now. He was beyond description, truly. ‘It’s my turn’ I said, as I got into position between his legs. That took a great amount of courage just to position myself like that, it’s a sign of admittance. When I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, I was again, shocked by his girth. A throbbing 7.5 inches of teenage cock was in my hand. His balls were large and lightly canvassed with blonde pubic hair. I stood that beauty up, ‘Jesus Michael’ I whispered.

I cautiously leaned over and traced my tongue up his shaft, just once. I was shivering with anticipation. ‘Not a word Michael,’ I said. When I slid his cock into my mouth I could have passed out. His girth stretched my mouth to capacity. It throbbed so violently. I took my time, savoring every inch. I moaned in response which really turned him on. Watching his cock disappear into my mouth was fascinating. I twirled my tongue allllllll over it as I worked it deeper in my mouth, then I opened my throat and took it all.

Michael was gasping so loud. He was beyond the realm of reality, so was I. He tried to speak but his words were scrambled. My throat was packed full of cock, I was in a zone. I drove him deep again and then I felt something smack the back of my throat. It felt like someone shot a rubber band and hit me in the tonsils. He was Cumming! Ropes of cum were spraying into my mouth. The volume was incredible, the taste was ‘mmm.’ I struggled to keep up with his rapid injections. It was so thick and globby. I chewed it with my teeth! My son is packing a 45! I couldn’t believe how large and powerful it was. I think he dropped 6 ropes into my mouth before his ample supply ran dry. ‘Jesus Michael,… are you kidding me??,… omg.

When I raised my head up, he was completely incapacitated. He looked like he was drugged. He just gasped for air,…he was speechless. ‘Michael Michael Michael, I said, as I slid off the bed. He was still erect! I paced the room in an effort to calm myself. My thoughts were riddled with flashes of sexual imagery, Kay Parker being among those visuals. ‘The ‘taboo’ generates an untenable level of arousal, truly different. I savored his left-over seed in my mouth, as I slid my heels back on my feet. I walked over and gently kissed him on his forehead, ‘a mothers love,’ I said softly. When I closed the door behind me, I was overwhelmed with emotions. ‘Did that really happen?’ I said to myself. I was so turned on. I had no energy to prepare dinner, so we ordered out. We lounged in the den while we ate Chinese food from a nearby restaurant. Michael glowed like a tiffany lamp as he sat beside me. I was dazzled by what just occurred, overwhelmed, and aroused.

(Isolation alters the way we think and behave. The pandemic was a frightening time in history, yet it provided the strength & courage I needed to explore other options. If a mother and son were stranded on a deserted island for an extended period of time, they too would encounter the same dilemma, eventually surrendering their morals in favor of relief as well.)…. to be continued….