A MUM'S SEDUCTION


                                by John P

                             Copyright© 2012


Chapter 7

That night, and several times the next day, my pussy was filled
with Jimmy's cock, and he ejaculated much hot spunk into my
willing cunt. His youth and endless virility ensured an almost
constant desire to make love to me if I even so much as looked in
his direction. I was not myself totally innocent when it came to
initiating our love-making, often fancying his lovely little bum
as he went around the house naked. I touched him often when he
passed within my reach and was instrumental on many occasions in
making his cock hard, first by stroking his bum and then by
kneeling to taste the pre-cum which would start to ooze from his
knob. This led inevitably to me being taken from behind as he
bent me over the arm of the settee or some other suitable surface
which could be utilised to pump more of his sperm into my
ever-welcoming pussy. My son was relentless in his pursuit of my
pussy and arse and I always left it up to him which hole he
wanted to cum into. With mouth, pussy and arse always available
to him, he exercised his right as the male to decide which
orifice suited him most at the time. My love for my son was such
now that whatever he wanted to do sexually was acceptable, indeed
I welcomed him gladly into my body anytime he was rested enough
to cum in me again.

During the late afternoon, while Jimmy watched the drivel on the
TV, I went upstairs to my bedroom to find that strap-on dildo
which had not been used since they had taken Daddy away. 'God,
it's been 14 years, Helen. I wonder if it still fits,' I thought.
I searched through the boxes and finally found the cock and the
harness to which it was attached. I held it up triumphantly,
feeling the thickness of the cock that had always given Daddy so
much pleasure. It was extremely life-like, flesh coloured, and
the veins on it stood out and were coloured in the same way as
the real thing. More than 6 inches long, it was quite thick and,
when I closed my hand around its girth, I could barely touch my
thumb with my finger.

Daddy had paid more than 800 pounds for this cock, very expensive
by normal standards, but it had a "spunk delivery" system built
into it. At the touch of a tiny pressure point built in at the
point where the shaft met the ball-sac, the "cum" started and,
just like the real thing, "spunk" shot out of the pee-slit in
whatever quantity was desired. A plastic sachet was built into
the inside of the waist strap, next to the skin, so that the
contents would be kept at body temperature and could hold 4 times
the normal amount of male ejaculate; if a massive "cum" was
required, you could fill the sachet up completely. The solution
that was used for the "spunk" was slippery, salty and viscous,
and was supplied in half-pint plastic bottles, complete with a
syringe for filling.

'Will it be too big for him?' I wondered. 'Will I hurt my son if
I fuck him with this?'

Then came the sadness as I thought again about the loss of my
father. Before he had been removed from my life, he had bought
this beautiful replica of magnificent cock and had taught me how
to fix the leather harness around my narrow 12-year-old hips. The
first time this fake cock had been strapped to my groin, it had
looked huge on me and I had gazed in wonder at the mighty
appendage which stuck out in front of my little-girl body.

Daddy had taught me how to lubricate it, how to oil his bum-hole
too if it had not already been filled with some man's spunk. When
he lay on his back, he pulled up his legs and held them while I
pushed my incredibly large cock against his hole. I watched his
bum-hole open out when I wanted to push it inside him. As the big
knob started to enter him, he sighed as his rosebud was forced
wider to accept the cock and soon the whole thing was inside him.

I started to fuck him then and the strangest feeling came over me
which I couldn't explain at the time. I moved my fake cock back
and forth inside him for almost 15 minutes before he asked me to
stop and then he was so aroused that, with my cock still attached
to me, he bent me over and fucked my pussy, pumping what seemed
like a vast amount of his potent spunk into me.

I never forgot that first time I fucked Daddy with my new cock. I
thought about it often over the years which followed, and read
all the articles I could find about my feelings at that time. It
was the feeling of empowerment; it was the feeling of superiority
of the male and I felt privileged that Daddy had shared this with
me. I understood now about penis-envy by women because they
already knew that cock ruled and always would. I found out too
that most men often felt the need to suck another man's cock and
to experience the sensation of being penetrated and having their
prostates massaged by another man.

Jimmy's desire for Martin's cock didn't upset me at all; boys
need to be fucked as well as men do. No, it was the idea of my
son wanting Martin and not needing me as much as I needed him. It
was irrational because Daddy always wanted me badly as soon as
his arse had been filled with spunk; it was like the arse-fucking
he so enjoyed was just the foreplay, only the aperitif which came
before the main course. I never doubted my father's loyalty to me
then and I suppose it was foolish to think that Jimmy would
abandon me to go exclusively with his older male lover.

The fake cock still looked magnificent and, in front of the
full-length mirror in my bedroom, I played the part of a man,
stroking my cock whilst watching myself. The ball-sac was
attached to the underside of my cock and I played with the balls
inside, moving them around with my fingertips. How wonderful it
must be to be a man and have such beautiful sex organs!

"Look, Jimmy," I said seductively to the mirror. "See how big
Mummy's cock is. Do you want to touch it? Kneel down, darling,
and suck my big cock!" I didn't take my T-shirt off because I
wanted to look masculine as much as I could. I couldn't help
noticing my hard nipples though, which had become noticeably
erect during my fantasising. They poked at the material of the
T-shirt and there wasn't much I could do to prevent it.

I found the tube of KY jelly inside the box where the fake cock
had been stored and I spread the cold jelly liberally over the
entire length of the shaft. The feeling of my palm gliding over
my cock was sublime and I imagined the feelings that having a
real cock would give me if I had one. 'My God!' I thought. 'No
wonder men rule the world!'

When I had finished masturbating my cock, I went to the bathroom
to wash it clean of the KY. Still keeping it strapped to my
groin, I stroked the shaft, feeling around the big knob and
playing with the balls underneath as I washed it. But I was
becoming very horny and, while one hand masturbated my cock, my
other hand was between my increasingly wet pussy-lips which poked
out from between the leather straps which went from the waist at
the front, between my legs, and was joined to the strap around my
waist at the back.

I needed Jimmy just then and before I thought any more about it,
I had shouted downstairs to tell him I had a surprise for him.
Moving into the bedroom, I filled the plastic bag in the harness
with fake "spunk" and I stripped off my T-shirt, standing naked
with my back to the door. When he came in, I said, "Do you want
some cock, Jimmy? I'd like to give you some," and then I turned
around.

In the almost 14 years of his life, I had never seen such an
expression on his face as I saw then. His eyes were fixed on my
cock with wonderment and disbelief, and his mouth was open with
surprise. My naked tits were completely ignored as he walked
towards me, his attention never wavering as he ogled my fake
genitals.

"Mum!" he said, "It's... I mean... it's just... it looks..." and
then he gave up. Wow! I had done something to make my son
speechless. He reached out to touch the shaft and his fingers
closed around it, feeling the texture and the thickness. I
watched as he fondled the knob and soon he was on his knees,
examining it closely. "It's wonderful!" he breathed as he
manipulated the balls inside the realistic ball-sac. I told him
to sit on the bed and I stood between his open legs, noticing the
massive hard-on which he had developed since seeing my new cock.

When he looked up at me, I said seductively, "I need my cock
sucking, young man," and I moved forward, holding the back of his
head until the knob touched his lips. "I'm waiting, Jimmy," I
said firmly. If this went right, I would have him making love to
me forever. His eyes never wavered as they looked into mine but
he opened his mouth and licked the knob, then opened wide to
receive all of it, along with an inch of thick shaft.

I had him now; he was mine. "Suck, Jimmy! Show me how much you
love my cock." I moved my hand away from the back of his head but
he took it gently and put it back where it was. He wanted me to
be in control of him! Jesus! Now I understood. Men were the
natural aggressors in sex but it seemed that they too needed to
be subservient to another man sometimes. It was a turn-on for
them and suddenly I knew what Daddy found so arousing when he
went out to meet men.

Jimmy would no doubt be doing the same thing to Martin each time
they met, sucking him, stimulating the older boy so that he would
fuck Jimmy's tight little bum. Did my son beg for it or did
Martin just make him bend over and slip it right in? Did Jimmy
tease him by wriggling his bottom or did Martin take a firm hand
with him and just bury his cock inside my son's little bum?

But I had him now, kneeling on the floor in front of me, and I
moved his head slightly back and forth to make him take as much
cock as I wanted him to swallow. This felt good, this power over
a male, and I was going to use it to please my young lover.

"Lick my knob, Jimmy. Play with my balls," I said levelly, hiding
the extreme excitement that I felt. "Keep looking at me. I want
to see your eyes while you suck me." His hand went to my ball-sac
and I felt the movement between my thighs as he fondled the
balls. "That's nice, darling. When Mummy’s ready, she's going to
put her cock inside you and give you what Martin gives you. Would
you like that, young man?"

He nodded and his face lit up as he realised what was in store
for him. "Are you hard, Jimmy? Is your cock nice and stiff?" I
asked and he nodded again. He continued his cock-worship, his
saliva running down his chin as he coated my cock. "You really
are a good cock-sucker, Jimmy. Does Martin call you a cock-sucker
too?" He nodded once more, his lovely brown eyes looking at me
now with what seemed like adoration.

Twice I made him gag when I pulled his head too far forward in my
excitement but he rallied and continued the cock-worship that I
now commanded. "I love this, Jimmy. I love to see you taking my
cock. Your daddy used to take this cock too. I used to make him
do this, Jimmy, just like you."

His eyes shone brightly as he considered what I was telling him
about his father. "I used to tease him sometimes, pulling it out
of his mouth and making him beg for it. Shall I tease you,
Jimmy?" He shook his head, alarm appearing in those beautiful
eyes. But I did pull it out and I held it upwards, and then I
said, "Lick my balls! Put your fingers in my pussy, Jimmy." He
did what I said at once and I felt myself becoming wetter as
another spurt of sex-juice shot from my cunt onto his fingers.

It was all becoming too much for me and I just couldn't wait any
longer. Jimmy's plastered arm was not in his sling so there was
nothing to do before I had sex with him. I made him lie face down
on the bed with his hips on the edge and his legs wide open. His
rosebud, that lovely little anus, looked so inviting and I knelt
behind him, licking furiously at his sphincter. He pushed it
outwards and my tongue entered his tight tunnel, spreading my
saliva inside his boy-pussy. He moaned softly as my tongue probed
his hole and I reached out to the bedside cabinet, blindly
feeling for the tube of KY jelly. Without taking my face from his
arse, I took the cap off the tube and managed to squeeze some of
the jelly out, spreading it liberally on my cock.

As I worked his sphincter with my tongue, he called out my name
between his soft moans. "Yes, Mummy! Yes! Do it to me like you
did to Daddy!"

His words excited me, made me even more horny, and I was anxious
to fuck my little boy immediately, to press the fake sex organ
deep inside him.

"Are you going to take Mummy's big dick, Jimmy? Do you really
want Mummy to push her thick cock up inside your little bottom,
just like Martin does?" He felt my hot breath against his
sphincter as I stopped my oral ministrations to speak to him. I
blew more air into his open rosebud, following it with my tongue
one last time before continuing the act of love-making that both
he and I wanted.

As I rose up behind him, I touched my cock to his little bum-hole
and he tensed, expecting penetration, but I waited, deciding to
tease him.

"Does Martin make you beg for it, Jimmy?" I asked softly. "Do you
play games with each other? Do you tease him too, wriggling your
little bottom to make him want you? Are you a cock-slut, Jimmy,
just like your daddy?"

He replied quickly, "Yes, Mum! I'm Martin's cock-slut! Push it in
me! Do it, Mummy!" His voice was thick with lust, filled with the
emotion of every young boy who needed sexual relief. When I
didn't push forward straight away, he became more agitated, more
needy with each second that passed. "Please, Mum!" he said,
begging now for the penetration he so badly needed.

I couldn't find it in my heart to extend the teasing so I pushed
gently forward with my hips and watched his anus as the large
knob forced open his tender young hole. Always a wonder to me
when I did the same with Daddy, I gazed upon the sight of his
tight sphincter opening up like a flower to accept the enormous
knob which I was pushing into his arse. 'How lucky men are,' I
reflected briefly, 'to be able to do this with each other.'

Jimmy held his breath as his bum-hole surrendered to the force of
my knob but I stopped when I heard him moan before the whole knob
was inside him, afraid that it was too much for him. His crinkly
anus was now smooth, stretched tight over the large bell-end
which was only halfway inside him. The much thicker part of the
knob was still to come and would force his bum-hole even wider
open when the rest of it was pushed into him.

I hesitated, wondering if it would hurt him too much, but he
moaned, "Do it, Mum, put the rest in!" and I pressed forward
again until my fat knob was inside him completely. He sighed
then, letting out his breath in a long exhalation, and the fist
he was making grasping the sheet beneath him suddenly relaxed. I
paused then, looking down at how his anal ring was stretched so
tight around my cock that the skin covering his sphincter was
white instead of pinky brown.

"Are you ready, Jimmy? Do you want the rest of Mummy's cock?" I
asked him and he simply replied, "Yes!"

As I pushed the first inch of shaft into my son, I listened for
any sign of distress, any indication that I was hurting him, but
none came. His fist balled again though, clutching tight the
sheet beneath him, and he began to breathe harder as I pushed the
next inch into him. With two inches of shaft and the large knob
now firmly inside him, he moaned again, trying to open his legs
wider to accommodate the intruder which was making him feel so
good.

After pulling my cock back gently, I forced it back again inside
him, making him exhale loudly. Then I fucked him slowly, just
piercing him each time to a depth of 3 inches and he began to
relax within a minute, his anus becoming used to the size of my
invader. When I was sure that he could handle the extra length, I
fucked him deeper, adding another inch to my strokes.

It was a sloppy mess around his anus then; the KY jelly and my
saliva were being churned up by the fucking which seemed to bring
him more enjoyment every time my cock was thrust into him. With
two inches of hard shaft still outside his body, I wondered if I
dared go on to give him more of it. My love for him made me want
to give him the rest of it, to fill him up entirely with my cock
so that he might get the most excitement I could give him. My
maternal instincts to prevent him being hurt kept getting in the
way of my lust for him, my desire to fill the arse of my one and
only young lover. But when he spoke, the decision was made.

With a voice tremulous with obvious lust, he said, "Fuck me, Mum!
As hard as you can! Like Martin does!"

The name of my love-rival being mentioned seemed to make me snap
and suddenly I plunged all the way into Jimmy's arse until my
hips crashed against his buttocks. He cried out in pain and
suddenly I was sorry for him, so sorry that I had hurt my poor
little boy. I pulled back at once, waiting for him to tell me not
to hurt him like that but no, he said at once, "Again, Mum, do it
again!" and without thinking, I forced my cock fully into him,
impaling him totally on my big cock. "Yes! Yes, that's good,
Mum!" he said between gritted teeth and, as if in a trance, I
began to long-stroke him, to force my cock as far as I could into
him.

I pulled back on my cock so that just the knob remained inside
him and then I slammed forward, filling his insides with long
thick cock. When I received no complaints from him, I fucked him
harder each time, pounding my poor son's arse with vigour. When I
heard him mumbling, I lowered myself onto his back, rubbing my
bare tits against his flesh, so that I could hear what he was
saying.

"I love you, Mum! I love you so much!" he mumbled and I kissed
his neck and the side of his face. As my hips banged against his
smooth, taut buttocks, I whispered into his ear, "I love you too,
Jimmy, more than I can ever tell you."

With my cock not being real, I could fuck my son for as long as
he needed it without cumming myself so I continued to pound him,
to love him in this special way which he found so stimulating. He
moaned and mumbled throughout our love-making, crying out my name
from time to time, but within minutes, he asked me to stop
because he was getting too excited.

Then came the chance for the last final surprise for him. "Shall
I cum inside you, darling? Do you want Mummy to shoot her spunk
inside her little boy's bottom?" I said.

When he mumbled a somewhat confused and doubtful, "Yes!", I
reached down and pushed the tiny pressure point on my cock which
would start the "cum" cycle. I saw his mouth suddenly open with
surprise as he felt "spunk" being pumped up inside him, filling
his rectum with the warm fluid. Having filled the sachet more
than three-quarters full, he received three times more warm spunk
inside him that Martin could ever have spurted.

He just lay there, basking in the feeling of being bred, enjoying
the sensation of great volumes of hot spunk being pumped deep
inside him. Vast quantities of warm "semen" splashed over and
over against the walls of his boy-pussy, bathing his insides with
the man-spunk that he so desperately craved. Once the sensors in
the fake cock detected the sachet was empty, the pulsing stopped
as the cycle ended, and I lay on top of him, kissing him where I
could reach.

With my cock still buried deep inside him, he tried to kiss me
but our positions made it impossible because he couldn't turn
over, impaled as he was by a cock which would never soften and be
expelled from his bottom. Imagine that! A cock that would never
become soft! But I had to take it out of him sometime and, after
a couple of minutes, I raised myself from his back and slowly
began the withdrawal of my big cock from my son's well-fucked
arse. As the knob finally popped out, a large flood of "spunk"
gushed out from his gaping anus, soaking the sheet beneath us.

As he turned over onto his back, I saw the place where his own
stiff dick had lain as I had fucked him and it was wet with his
cum. He had cum without his dick being touched and I was so
overwhelmed with that fact that I just stared at the mess on the
sheet. When I looked at his now softening dick, I could see that
it was covered in the spunk which he had ejaculated so profusely
and I went down on him at once to suck and lick it clean,
swallowing his nectar after rolling it around in my mouth to
savour it.

The poor boy was exhausted when I looked into his face and we
began to kiss, softly and without lust. We lay side by side,
facing each other, and it wasn't long before he felt the need to
speak, to ask the questions that I knew he would want the answers
to.

"It was wonderful, Mum! Absolutely bloody great! Where did you
get it? Will you do me again tomorrow with it?" He was my little
boy again, asking me questions one after the other before I could
give him any answers. His excitement showed in his face, just
like it did each Christmas when it was time to open the presents.

"I'll tell you everything later when we've rested," I said
softly. "Why don't we have a little sleep now?" and I moved up
the bed, bringing a nipple to his lips so that he could be my
baby once more and I could be his mother and breast-feed him. His
lips slid over my nipple and he began to suck contentedly,
closing his eyes as he suckled.

When he fell asleep, his mouth slipped from my nipple and I moved
carefully from the bed so I wouldn't wake him. I padded to the
bathroom and removed the cock harness and began to clean it in
the sink, washing carefully the big knob and the long thick
shaft. This fake cock would be used often now, of that I was
certain. Would it replace Martin's cock or would Jimmy still need
real hot cock as well? Why was I still fearful of Martin's
influence over my son?

As I replaced the fake cock back into its box in my wardrobe, I
moved quietly, but when I turned around again, Jimmy had woken
and was smiling at me.

"Hello, beautiful mum," he said and I replied, "Hi, handsome
son," and we both smiled.

It was true; he was handsome. His dark hair and dark eyes, his
cute nose and chin all combined to make me want his body sexually
as well as to be his mother. And when I lay next to him on the
bed, our hands were drawn to each other's body. He squeezed my
breasts so gently and took my inch-long nipple between his
fingers, pinching it and making it thicken as it became erect. It
excited me, made me damp between my legs each time he did it, and
my own hand went to feel his dick and the silky ball-sac which
nestled between his youthful thighs.

His hand went between my legs to feel my sex, to run his fingers
between my wet pussy-lips and feel the clitoris which was the
core of my sexual being. He looked into my face and saw my eyes
close as I savoured what his fingers were doing to me. My bare
pussy looked like that of a child and he tried to raise himself
to look more closely at my sexual anatomy but his bandaged arm
made it difficult. Instead, I let him lay there, his head on the
pillow, and I straddled his head so that my sex was merely inches
from his face, holding onto the headboard to steady myself.

As I knelt there, legs open wide, he touched me everywhere and
then licked his fingers. Suddenly his hot breath was on me as he
kissed my pussy-lips and then his tongue began to leave wet
trails of saliva over my whole sex as he explored the taste of
the horny woman who was also his mother. His forced his tongue
into my wet pussy-hole and I sighed, happy that my lover wanted
to do this to me. I always loved the oral sex that Daddy
performed on me and, in my eyes, it was the most loving act that
he could have done. It was a selfless act, an act that gave
pleasure to the recipient, and I believed that it was the measure
of his undying love for me.

Jimmy was doing it now, kissing my sex, licking me everywhere in
the same way his father did so many years before. I loved Jimmy
now as I loved his father then, deeply and unconditionally. I
trembled as his tongue rubbed against my clit and he kept doing
it when he realised how much I loved it. His warm wet tongue
caressed my button repeatedly, driving me crazy, until finally I
shuddered violently and my cum-juices flooded my pussy and
splashed onto his nose and mouth. As I rode the wave of ecstasy,
he kept his tongue against my clit, tickling it with the tip. The
waves of orgasm washed over me, one after the other, until only
the after-shocks were left. My son, inexperienced as he was, had
brought me to a climax so strong that it almost made me pee all
over him. This boy, still a child at almost 14 years old, had
given me the same beautiful sensations that Daddy had often given
me and I wondered briefly if I could survive emotionally if he
ever left me.

He was licking me again, cleaning up the mess I had left with my
cum-juices, and when he stopped, I moved back so that I could see
his face. His nose and mouth were shiny with my juices and I
dismounted him so that I could wash his face with my tongue, to
clean him as he had cleaned me. As I licked his lips, he opened
them and he pushed his tongue between mine, filling my mouth with
the taste of my own sex.

I felt for his sex again and found him still hard, his shaft
stiff and throbbing in my fingers. "I love you, Jimmy," I
whispered and he withdrew his tongue to tell me that he loved me
too. His eyes were starting to change from love to lust and I was
ready to give him anything that he wanted.

He moved away from me then and said softly, "Lie down, Mum. I
want you!"

I lay down in his place, my legs open wide, but he knelt over my
face, dangling his balls on my mouth. I licked them and fondled
his taut buttocks with both hands, feeling the strength of his
muscles, of his masculinity. The time that I controlled what
happened between us was past. He was in charge now, the male
dominating the female in all matters sexual. I would cater to his
every whim, surrender to his will in my natural female
subjugation.

When he moved above me slightly, he pressed his dick onto my lips
and I opened them at once to suck his hard member. He looked down
at me steadily, his eyes watching me as I did what was required
of me. He was not my conqueror but I wanted him to be. I wanted
to be his plaything, his sex toy to use anytime he wanted, just
like Daddy did. When I told Daddy how I felt once, how I would
like him to use me sometimes instead of gently loving me, he
understood at once. The next time he came home, he held me down
on the bed, ripped my knickers off me and fucked me. It had been
a joyous occasion and, although he had been rough with me, I had
loved every second of my "rape". After that, not knowing how he
would love me when he came home became an exciting game for us
both and I had to confess to enjoying that stimulating new aspect
of our sex-life together.

Jimmy pulled his dick from my mouth and dismounted my head,
shuffling down the bed on his knees while holding onto the
headboard with his one good hand. I opened my legs wide and
brought them up, quickly shoving a pillow under me to tilt my sex
so that it would be easier for him to penetrate me. I was wet
again, aroused by the oral sex I had been performing on my son,
and I grasped his hardness, placing it at my baby-hole and
waiting for him to push forward to fill my waiting cunt with
boy-cock.

As his dick began to enter my wet hole, we looked into each
other's eyes and I wanted to kiss him, to demonstrate my total
love for him. But his lust was raging now and I knew what he
wanted more than anything. Rutting was to take place, breeding of
the female, and love came secondary to that on all occasions.
Once I was impaled on my son's cock, we would copulate and he
would fill me with potent sperm. It was basic, feral; it was how
real life was.

With him staying upright on his knees as he fucked me, I couldn't
wrap my legs around his waist as I wanted to, so I held them
aloft as the sound of our flesh slapping together bore witness to
our fornication. I held onto the arm with which he supported
himself on the headboard and with the other hand, I touched his
waist, wanting to feel his body somewhere as the ritual of
breeding was carried out.

His breathing was becoming ragged, shallower as he fucked me,
and, as his excitement mounted, so did mine.

"Fuck me, Jimmy! Fuck your mummy!" I cried but he didn't answer,
instead becoming more frenzied at my words. His stiff cock banged
me harder and faster, making the friction more stimulating in my
pussy.

A loud groan from him heralded the ejaculation that was about to
start. His final thrust came and the cock inside me expanded and
pulsed, and the first shot of his hot potent spunk hit my cervix.
I felt his hard cock pulsing inside me, sending more and more of
my son's incestuous sperm deep into my vagina. I lay there, legs
upraised, committing gladly the incest which we both found so
pleasurable.

"Empty your balls into me, Jimmy! Fill me!" I cried in arousal
and I lay still, enjoying immensely the feeling of his seed being
pumped deeply into my cunt.

He was breeding me as Daddy had bred me and now, as then, I had
taken no precautions to prevent pregnancy. I had considered it
briefly but rejected the idea, telling myself that Jimmy was
probably too young yet for me to worry about it anyway. I just
wanted to feel his incestuous seed splashing against my cervix
and the walls of my vagina. Like Scarlett O'Hara from 'Gone With
The Wind', I would think about it tomorrow.

When the spasms of his cock ended, he collapsed on top of me, and
while the last of his spunk drained into me, I stroked his back
and buttocks, kissing his neck and the side of his face. He was
sated for now, as was I, but it would not be long before we
wanted each other again. His youthful libido was making me a
happy woman and I never wanted it to stop but I couldn't ignore
the fact that our relationship had become incestuous. We had gone
on from being innocent mother and son to becoming guilty mother
and lover, and there was no going back to those times of
innocence. It was a Pandora's Box that should never have been
opened, although when Daddy opened it all those years ago, I
couldn't have been a happier little girl.