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Daniel's Enlightenment - 2
by Jennifer Bennett (jenben947@gmail.com)
***
A loving mother introduces her 14 year old son to the
glories of Mom/Son sex. The oral sex he receives on
that day knocks his sock off and opens a door into
which he knows there is no return. (M/m-teen, ped,
inc, 1st, mast, oral)
***
PART 2
After their first sexual encounter, even if it was a
blowjob, Jenny left her son's room extremely pleased,
even satisfied. There were vestiges of her son's
ejaculate in her mouth, very lightly coating the walls
of her throat. Had she climaxed? No, she had not. Did
the familiar sensations of orgasm place her in the
paroxysms of ecstatic release with which she was no
stranger? No, that didn't happen either.
That would come a little later, when she showered
while remembering her son's cock being very deeply
embedded in her throat and the sensations she
experienced while she made love to his penis. His
ejaculation had nearly sent her over the edge, but she
was more interested in what was happening with her
son, Daniel.
Of all the sexual acts people perform on, or for one
another, fellatio was her favorite, by far. The
sensation of having a penis deep in her throat was the
epitome of sex for her, second only to having a loving
mouth firmly affixed to her clitoris. Although she
loved outright fucking, she seldom reached orgasm from
intercourse of any kind, no matter how a particular
penis was delivered.
Whether it was from behind, on top, sideways, hanging
from the ceiling or any other combination thereof, she
seldom climaxed. No, she was virtually dependent upon
clitoral stimulation for the culmination of her sexual
pleasure. However, second only to her favored method
was that of having a penis embedded deeply in her
throat.
It was very early in her relationship with her brother
that she experienced the warmth of an orgasm without a
bit of vaginal stimulation. She was administering oral
sex to her brother when she was fourteen, maybe early
fifteen. His pants and underwear were down, barely
exposing his penis and she was fully dressed in jeans
and a light blouse. She knelt before him and
administered the light kisses he loved so much to his
erection.
She gently cupped his testicles as she took more and
more of his cock into her mouth, lathing it with her
tongue, pressing it against her cheeks as she went
farther and farther down the cock, toward its base.
Her brother's hands rested, at first, gently on her
head and he stood motionless as she ministered to him,
her head bobbing on the divine treat.
As her brother became more excited, so she did. Her
vagina began to secrete and her clitoris was becoming
engorged. She was tempted to masturbate as she
fellated but thought better of it and continued to
provide all her attention to her brother. He was
approaching completion. She could tell. His breath was
coming more quickly and more shallowly and his hands
were forcing his penis in and out of her mouth with
subdued abandon. Now, he was lightly forcing her to
suck, moving her head on and off his cock with each of
his short thrusts; she loved the sensation of being
forced, even though she knew she could withdraw or
stop at any time. In her fantasy, she was truly being
forced to suck cock and even at fourteen, there was
something deeply erotic.
As her brother finally forced her mouth down, holding
it around his cock, she buried her nose and lips in
the soft curls of his pubic hair and gently tickled
the pubes on his scrotum with her fingertips. She
allowed her airway to be blocked for as long as he
wanted, until he began to erupt. As he did, so too,
did she.
In a well-practiced move between them, he had
withdrawn only slightly so as not to choke her with
his rather copious adolescent sperm. As he forcefully
ejaculated into his little sister's mouth, her vagina
flowed freely with her own orgasm and she shuddered
slightly as she savored the warm slippery sperm which
had rapidly begun to fill her. Her vagina felt warm
and seemed to radiate heat throughout her loins as it
had whenever her bother tickled, played with, licked
or sucked on her own genitals.
When he was finished pumping and he was spent, he
stood motionless, staring at the ceiling in his little
sister's bedroom, the ceiling fan turning lazily, his
cock still stiff. As he eventually softened, she
disengaged and sat back on her heels, her face turned
upward to her brother. He looked down as she held her
come filled mouth up to him, open. She formed her
beautiful mouth into a delightful cauldron and pushed
the slippery goo until it formed a small pool for her
beloved brother.
"Wow," he said simply.
As much as she was able, Jenny nodded then pointed a
finger at her mouth. Her brother immediately dipped a
finger into her mouth and brought it to his own. He
sucked and licked it clean, tasting his own sperm as
his sister swallowed the rest of his libidinous fluid.
It was viscous and warm as she allowed it to slide
effortlessly down her throat. She swallowed lightly to
chase the last traces of her brother's ejaculate down,
inside her. Without looking, she knew she would have
to change panties and pants before her mom and dad
arrived home from work. They were soaked through from
her orgasm.
She stood and pecked her brother on the cheek.
"Damn, you're good at that, Jen," her brother said,
awe in his voice.
She lowered her head and drew an imaginary line on the
carpet with her toe. "Awww, shucks," she laughed when
she looked at him again. "But I have a pretty good
teacher."
But, that was years ago. This was now.
**
Jenny contemplated the afternoon's events as she
busied herself in the master bedroom next to her
sleeping son's. His cock had thrilled her. She hadn't
had a penis in her mouth since her husband (and
Danny's father) departed for Afghanistan on his fourth
deployment. All in all, her husband had been gone far
more than he had been home over the previous sixteen
years. He was a freshly minted "light" colonel in the
Marine Corps assigned to special ops" black ops" at
Marine Corps Base, Camp Lejeune, North Carolina,
although he seemed to never be there. He was always
off somewhere, in some dark corner of the world.
Although his unit, Force Recon, had never achieved the
recognition of the Navy's Seal Team 6, she knew he and
his men had been involved in some really hairy stuff
over the years, from Iraq to his current duty station.
Although she picked up the "scary shit" lingo from
other Marines, her husband had never really commented
upon his activities. The most he would offer were
three words or phrases. "Walk-in-the-park" was easy.
"Exciting" was dangerous. And "Absolutely
fascinating" was mind-blowing bad. Her husband never,
ever spoke of these missions, of course.
Those conversations were reserved for the Marines who
were present at the action, and only those present. It
was the ultimate "well, you had to be there."And, of
course, there were security concerns.
Jenny brought herself to a light orgasm in the shower
after having nearly achieved a full climax earlier
with her son's penis in the depths of her throat. She
was smiling as she toweled off until she was dry. She
rigorously and liberally applied cocoa butter to every
part of her body and stepped naked from the bathroom
she shared with her son.
She went to her bedroom and purposely left the door
open even though her son was sound asleep in his room.
She slipped on a pair of her most full, white cotton
panties, then shorts. A tee shirt was all she utilized
to cover her small, pert tits. Through the thick
cotton shirt, she tweaked her nipples and fluffed her
breasts a bit. She quickly ran a brush through her
luxurious dark hair and studied herself in the dresser
mirror.
Jenny returned to the kitchen to re-start the dinner
she abandoned earlier. She returned the burgers to the
broiler, pulled salads from the fridge, and turned the
burner under the chili to medium.
She left the kitchen, walked the few feet to her son's
room and sat on his bed. He felt her presence and
stirred.
The blanket was down and she placed a warm and tender
hand on his naked chest. She did not speak until he
opened his eyes.
"Hey, Boy-o," she greeted him, softly.
She watched as her son used two index fingers to
slowly and simultaneously rub his eyelids.
"You ready for dinner?"
Daniel blinked a few times. "Not even," he said.
"Yeah, I know," Jenny agreed. "Even so, dinner will be
ready in about fifteen. Grab some clothes. Wash your
face. And wake up. Okay?"
"What time is it?" he asked, looking around for a
clock.
"6:15" she answered simply.
"Wow," was all he could muster from his fog.
"I know," she answered, "but you have to get up. Come
on." When he didn't respond, she pinched one of his
beautiful boy nipples and twisted lightly.
"OW! Damn, Mom!"
"You awake?" she asked, laughing.
"GOD! YES! I'm awake! Jeez, Louise! What are you
thinking?"
A long few minutes later, Danny plopped down on a
chair in the small kitchen. His face was freshly
scrubbed and his hair was combed but she could tell he
had a few winks to go before he was completely awake.
He was wearing shorts, a tee, and flip flops. Jenny
served him with the salad, burgers, and chili and then
sat across from her son.
They didn't speak for a moment until Jenny asked, "So,
how was your day?"
Although this was a question his mother asked him
nearly every evening at dinner, this time it was
different. Earlier that afternoon, he first witnessed
his mother masturbating and then, later, she had
performed oral sex on him as he lay naked on his bed.
"I'm confused,"he said. "Well, a little, anyway," he
added as he ate.
"I can imagine you are," his mother answered. "I
threw a pretty major curve ball at you this
afternoon."
"Two of 'em actually."
Jenny laughed. "So I did. Tell me about the
confusion."
"I don't know. It was a little weird to look down and
see a penis" my penis" in my mother's mouth. I don't
know, it was just a little strange."
"Yeah, I suppose it was,"she agreed.
"You know," he started, "I've looked at you before.
You know. Your body, I mean. But I don't think I've
ever thought about sex with you."
"Really?" Jenny replied, somewhat incredulously.
"Because I've been thinking about sex with you since
you were twelve or thirteen." There, she'd said it.
"Does that creep you out?" she added.
"No. No," he answered softly while they continued to
eat. "I think I kind of like that thought. Am I your
boy toy now?"
"Absolutely not, Danny,"she answered emphatically.
"No. You are no boy toy. You're a young, highly
attractive, handsome man. I remember the first time I
was attracted to your body. You were mowing the lawn
in shorts and "tennies". It must have been late
summer, because you were really tan and even though
you were young, you had started to buff up."
Danny laughed out loud. "I'm not buff. Dad's buff, but
I'm not."
"You and Dad are different. He's muscular. You're firm
and hard. Dad is tall and fair skinned. You're like
me."
"So, I'm not going to be 6'3"?"
Jenny laughed. "I don't think that's in your genetic
future, Boy-o."
Danny was silent for a moment. "Are you going to tell
Dad?"
Jenny was equally silent. "I don't know. What do you
think?" she said, asking for his opinion.
Danny shook his head slowly from side to side. "I
don't think Dad would react very well to his son
having sex with his wife."
"Well, if we don't tell him, it will be the only
secret I've ever kept from him."
"What do you think he'd do?" Danny asked.
"I don't know, Danny. I really don't."
***
They changed the subject and spoke of inconsequential
things for the rest of dinner until they finished.
Jenny asked her son to do the dishes, and then went
into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, as she
always did after dinner, and returned to the kitchen.
Danny was almost done with the dishes and was
attacking the broiler pan with an SOS pad. Jenny
pulled the bottle of brandy from under the sink and
fished a real snifter from the top shelf in the
glassware cupboard.
"Got homework?" she asked.
"A little. Not much."
"Okay, I'll do this. You go."
After she finished dishes, Jenny took her drink to the
living room and sat down in the large, overstuffed
chair in the corner of the small room, next to the
lamp. Even at 7:00 o'clock, it was still very light
out; nonetheless she turned the switch on the light
and began to read the Vanity Fair she abandoned
earlier.
A few minutes after 8:00, her son emerged from the
bedroom and slumped down, on the couch. He flicked the
tv on and surfed until he found a documentary on the
local PBS channel.
"Done with homework?" she asked.
"Yeah. I've got a history test tomorrow,"he said to
no-one in particular. He removed a cushion from the
back of the couch and propped it against the arm. He
lay down and stretched out.
Jenny watched her son from a few feet away. The events
of the afternoon were still fresh in her mind and the
sensation of her son's penis deep in her maw,
smothering her, was impossible to forget. Merely the
thought of what she had done with her son earlier in
the day excited her beyond reason.
In all the time she and her husband had been married,
Jenny never cheated, until this afternoon when lust
for her fourteen year old son overcame her
sensibilities. She was unable to resist the sight of
her son's beautiful erect penis, bobbing with each
beat of his heart as she watched him. She remembered
sucking him and the sensation of his semen erupting
into her mouth, coating her throat to its very depths.
The sensory awareness of ejaculate cascading into her
mouth never failed to excite her, from her earliest
encounters with her brother over twenty years before,
to this afternoon when her son erupted into her
windpipe, or nearly into her windpipe, anyway. She
remembered savoring the texture of the warm slippery
fluid as it filled her cheeks and, as she had many
times before, she nearly came to orgasm any time the a
boy or man dispensed his essence into her loving
mouth.
She remembered a night in college, a long time ago,
when she and some girlfriends were watching an old
copy of "Deep Throat", the porn movie made famous in
the 70's with a premise that a woman, Linda Lovelace,
possessed a clitoris in her throat and could reach
climax merely by deeply sucking a cock, any cock.
Although Jenny knew it was impossible, she actually
wondered if, perhaps, there was some mechanism in her
throat that connected to the sensory synapses in her
brain that responded to sex for she had erupted in
orgasm many times without vaginal or clitoral
stimulation when a man or boy's penis was plunging
into her throat.
Over the years, Jenny realized that she liked it
somewhat rough. Not in a masochistic way, but in a
rather indulgent service of the boy or man she was
with. In other words, there was a certain stimulation
to the very core of her being when a man used her
mouth forcefully, either forcing her head down and
holding it on his erect penis until he ejaculated deep
into her gullet, sometimes choking her to watery drops
of tears in the process; or there was the slow and
gentle process with which she had engaged her son
earlier in the day.
Jenny left the chair and walked into her bedroom. She
dropped her shorts, removed her panties, and pulled
the shorts back up and on. She left the clasp at the
top of the fly unbuttoned. "Might as well make it
easy," she thought, smiling, "if it goes there."
She returned to the living room, drew the curtains
closed, and stood at the side of the couch. "Move over
a little?" she asked.
Danny wasn't certain what his mother had in mind but
he did as she requested. His mother removed the
remaining cushions on the couch, making room for two,
and let them drop to the floor before she lay down
next to her son. She snuggled against him, ostensibly
to watch television, but the way she spooned her body
to his suggested otherwise. Her round bottom was
perfectly formed to the concave curve of his body and
she snuggled, warm in her son's body as she allowed
her legs to mimic his in their posture. They were
cuddled together, warm and cozy.
Danny was pleasantly surprised to find his mother
lying next to him. He could feel the warmth of her
body and, with her head next to his own, he luxuriated
in the hint of her perfume and the warm, dusky odor of
her luxurious hair. He draped an arm over her tummy
and gently pulled her closer in an affectionate
embrace. They lay there, luxuriating in each other's
presence.
Danny didn't know quite what to do with his left arm.
After he pulled his mother to him and snuggled against
her, he allowed his hand to fall rather limply along
his mother's waist, not quite knowing what to do.
"Damn," he thought, as he pondered the thought of
touching his mother's breast. He still wanted to see
them, if not kiss and suckle them. He couldn't help
it.
Jenny sensed her son's discomfort and gently took his
hand into her own. She slowly moved it upward until it
fully cupped her left breast. She gently squeezed her
son's hand, thus compressing her breast as many men
had done before and releasing familiar endorphins in
her brain. She squeezed again, as if giving him
permission to affect her in any way he wished.
Daniel was not amazed or even surprised. After what
had transpired earlier, a mere four hours before, he
savored the contour of his mother's breast. It was
round and firm and even with the most insensitive part
of his hand, he could feel the small nub of his
mother's nipple. He snuggled next to her and, finding
a way through her hair, he gently kissed her on the
nape of her neck.
"Thank you," she whispered, responding to her son's
obvious affection. "Thank you," she whispered again
and clutched his hand. She could resist no longer and
guided Danny's hand down and then up, under her tee
until she felt his hand gently holding her tit. His
hand was warm, although she didn't care one way or the
other. Cold, wet, warm, hot, she didn't care. The
important thing was that there was true affection for
her body and she certainly felt that from her son.
Danny was lost in the beginning of lust. That the
object of his affection was his mother never crossed
his mind. To him, he was on a couch with a beautiful
girl and he had no obstacles in his way to satisfying
his personal curiosity regarding sex. His hand was on
the girl's breast, having been placed there by the
girl, herself. There was no way, in all of his
masturbation fantasies, that he could imagine a girl
guiding his hand under her shirt or blouse to feel a
breast. Nonetheless, his mother had done so. She
seemed to be luxuriating in his touch.
Jenny was secreting. Her vagina was moist from her
son's attention to her breast and her thoughts of sex
with her son. Yes, there was a naughty aspect to her
desire. She wanted to continue with her fourteen year
old son; of that she was convinced. Her husband had
been gone so long and jerking off was an
unsatisfactory option for her. Oh, yes, her climax was
still possible, even inevitable when she touched
herself, but this, tonight was special. She snuggled
again, pushing her bottom into her son's crotch.
"Roll over, Mom," he whispered.
Jenny was awaiting his instruction and she complied
quickly, without thought.
He removed his hand from her breast and gently brushed
her dark hair from her face. They stared at each other
for a brief moment. Without words, their love was
conveyed as he planted soft, tender kisses on her. His
touch was glorious. His sex was evident. She could
feel it as he pressed against her. He lightly kissed
her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, cheeks and
finally, her lips.
Her son would be a great lover, she thought, as she
wrapped her arms around his body. He felt firm and
strong as she arched her body into his. Even though
they had two layers of clothing between them, she
could feel his erection against her burgeoning
clitoris and it excited her greatly. She allowed her
son to explore her body with his tongue and he took
full advantage of the privilege. He gently, softly
kissed his mother bestowing his measure of affection
for her. His love was unbounded as he pulled her tee
up and kissed her nipple.
They kissed, gently at first, then more fervently.
Their hands were all over the other, first at faces as
they held each other, kissing, staring, loving, and
caressing the lover they saw in each other's eyes.
Jenny was milky. She was limp and at the same time
hardened by desire. She wanted her son. She wanted to
feel him inside her, plowing her, taking her, using
her with abandon.
Without thought, only desire, she fished for her son's
shorts, unbuttoning them in a practiced fashion. Her
fingers went straight to her son's erect cock and she
did not resist the urge to move deeper and cup her
son's balls.
She stopped kissing.
"Oh, god, baby," she moaned as she arched her neck and
reveled in the touch of her son's testicles.
Her son was not immune to the ministrations his mother
was delivering. He confidently moved his hand to her
shorts and found they were open at the top. He zipped
her pants down and moved his hand inside, and as she
had touched him, he touched her. His fingers moved
slowly past her short, neatly trimmed pubic hair. And
then he found it. His mother's vagina was warm and
slippery and wet. He reveled in touching her as he had
never touched any girl, ever before. He used one
finger to gently split her labia.
"Oh, God," she thought as her son roughly fingered her
vagina. It felt so good. Even though she could tell he
was exploring, not making love, it was all right with
her. He was clumsy, as any virgin boy his age would
be, but what he lacked in finesse, he certainly made
up for with enthusiasm.
"Danny, slow down a little bit," she said softly.
He was alarmed and stopped completely. "Am I hurting
you?"
"No, baby, you're not hurting me," she replied softly.
"Just remember it's called `petting' for a reason.
Here, let me help."
Jenny raised her bottom from the couch and slid her
shorts down to her knees, then off completely. She lay
on her back, her legs slightly spread opening her
vagina to the gaze of her youthful son. She guided her
son's hand to her opening.
"Like this," she said, inserting one of her son's
fingers barely inside her. "You're exploring when you
do this. You're trying to learn about the girl. It's
not like you're assaulting a beach head on D-Day.
Gently, like that," she instructed.
Danny moved his finger slowly inside his mother,
alternating between in and out motions and side to
side. He truly was exploring his mother's vagina and
to her, it felt wonderful. She no longer held or
stroked his penis but he didn't seem to mind.
Jenny lazed as her son continued his journey. "There's
a place inside most girls that, when you touch it
makes them feel really, really good. You should be
looking for it when you get this far with a girl.
That's what the exploration is. It's discovery. It's
learning about stuff."
"Where's yours?" Danny asked.
"Hm," Jenny pondered. "It's in there, but you have to
find it. I could tell you where it is but then, I'd
have to kill you," his mother laughed.
"Cute, Mom," Danny smiled.
Danny considered his circumstances. He was lying on a
couch with his stunningly beautiful mother and his
mother was naked from the waist down. With her
guidance, had cupped his mother's breast and pinched
her dark nipple. He had kissed her as deeply and
emotionally as he had ever done. His mother's legs
were slightly spread as she lay on her back as if
inviting him to put his cock there. He was lazily
fingering her moisture. His mother seemed to be
offering herself to him by opening the holy vault
between her legs and yet, she seemed to be guiding and
instructing him in the art of sex more than she was
making love or having an illicit episode with her son.
Danny had risen up and was propped on an elbow. He
stared at his mother's body. Her breasts were covered
were covered again.
Jenny followed her son's eyes as they slowly scanned
her body.
"Want me to take this off?" she asked, indicating her
tee-shirt, her last remaining article of clothing. Her
son nodded, silently. "Okay," she agreed. "You too,"
she added as she raised herself to strip off the
offending fabric. She let it drop to the side of the
couch.
Danny quickly stripped his shorts and underwear down,
then off. It took him only a second to remove his tee.
He let all the articles fall to the floor to pool on
top of his mother's shorts and shirt.
"Well," his mother started, softly, as she embraced
him. "Here we are. We don't have any clothes on." She
allowed her hand to lightly brush her son's penis and
to play in his short, nearly non-existent pubic hair.
He was not hard.
She gently kissed one of his breasts, paying special
attention to the softened nipple as her son moved a
hand to her breast. "I'm your mom. You're my son. A
fourteen year old son, I might add. And a lot of
people would be appalled by this. Probably disgusted,"
she added.
"Are we going to make love?" Danny wondered, asking
out of the clear blue.
Jenny was ready. "No," she said. "Probably not. Not
make love, anyway."
"Why," he asked plaintively.
"Danny," she began. "We'll have sex tonight. Don't
worry about that. If you want to, we will. But, there
are more that few ways to have sex. You can have sex
by making love: softly, gently, kissing and loving.
That's one way.
Another way is you can just get used by your partner.
Hammered. I mean you let your lover use you. It can be
fast and furious and usually is. Sometimes he or she
just hammers away and sometimes you just hammer him or
her. It's selfish, but it's a good kind of selfish and
your partner knows it. You're being screwed and you
know it. And you're doing it not for your pleasure,
but your partner's. It's a gift for him or her. But,
it's not for you. There's usually not much foreplay.
And you know it will be okay.
"How does that happen?" he asked inquisitively.
Jenny rolled up on her side to face her son. "At
school, have you ever been walking in the hall and
seen a girl? You know, one that has all the right
stuff? You know, boobs, legs, hips?"
"Carolyn Olsen," Danny said. Carolyn was arguably the
cutest girl in Danny's class. She was tall and languid
and moved with the grace and dignity of a professional
dancer.
"Yeah, like Carolyn," Jenny agreed, before continuing.
"Well, if at that moment, that brief second, if she
had given you permission, would you have gone over to
her and just used her for whatever you wanted? No
consideration for her, just your own needs? Would you
have done it? If you could have?"
Danny laughed as he considered the thought. "I don't
think Carolyn Olsen is going to let me have sex with
her with her in a hallway at school."
"Probably not," Jenny agreed, "but do you see what
I'm saying?"
"Do you and Dad do that?"
Jenny laughed. "Oh, yeah. We do that."
"What else?"
"My favorite. Playing!!" she laughed.
"Playing?"
"Yeah," she paused, "Playing. Just what it sounds
like. It's laughing and giggling and smiling and sex.
It can be dancing and singing. It's exploring. It's
discovering. It's learning. It's flirting, being naked
at some point, and being naughty. It's being up for
anything your partner wants to try. It's knowing that
you can say anything or suggest anything and your
partner won't be freaked out. It's fun. It's joy. It's
playing and it's not much different than being a kid
again."
"Huh," Danny said taking it in. "What do you and Dad
do when you play?"
"Hmm," Jenny murmured. "Ever since this afternoon,
I've thought about what I should tell you about Dad
and me. But I decided I'm probably not going tell you
much about your Dad's and my sex life."
"Why not?"
"Well, first, Danny," she answered. "That stuff is
kind of private. You know? It's what makes your Dad's
and my relationship special to us. Because it's ours.
Our relationship, meaning yours and mine, is special
too. And the sex you have with a girlfriend should be
really special, and really private, too."
"Okay," he accepted.
"But the other thing is, as we go along in this sex
thing, you're going to have to find your own way. I'll
help with the mechanics, but you're going have to do
the rest on your own. A lot of it will come naturally,
instinctively, but, you're starting to grow up and
starting to develop. So, you'll have to figure out how
you feel about girls. About me. About having sex with
me. We can explore and discover together."
"Together?" Danny said.
"Well, I've discovered something about you already. I
know you really like oral sex," Jenny laughed as she
allowed a warm hand to find her son's semi-erect
penis. "I discovered that!"
"If you're assuming there's a boy on the planet that
doesn't like it I think that might be a mistake."
The both laughed.
Danny's erection had returned to is former state of
rigidity and Jenny stroked her son lightly as she felt
his hand seek her warmth. The kissed softly, placing
small pecks on each other's face. They kissed deeply,
mouths open, then softly again. Danny was content with
his mother. He knew, at some point, he would be inside
her.
***
It had been less than six hours since he interrupted
his mother while she masturbated and yet, he was oddly
at ease with the way the day progressed. It seemed not
unusual at all that his mother reclined, naked beside
him. That his fingers were gently exploring his
mother's vagina seemed to be one of the most natural
acts in the world, even though he knew it wasn't and
that very few, if any of his friends had ever been
intimate with their mother. He stopped at a small bump
between his mother's labia.
"Is this your clitoris?" he asked.
"Right the very first time," his mother moaned as he
lightly massaged the pea-sized love button. "Oh God.
That is so good. Just like that."
"Do you want me to kiss you down there?" he asked as
they kissed.
"Ooo!" Jenny smiled mischievously. "That is sooo
naughty, Danny. I'd love to have you kiss me down
there."
Jenny stood suddenly. She took Danny by the hand.
"Come on," she urged.
In Danny's room, she turned to face him and dropped to
her knees. In one quick motion she engulfed his turgid
penis, taking it deep into her throat where she held
it. She guided his hands to her head and without
prompting, he began to move his cock into and out of
his mother's warm, slippery mouth using it as a
receptacle for his hard manhood.
"Oh, fu..." he began and then checked himself.
Jenny stopped. "It's okay," she whispered. "You can
say it. You're fucking your mom's mouth. Do you like
it, Danny?" she asked before engulfing him again.
Like it, he thought? Jesus. That didn't cover it. He
loved it. He was looking at his mother and she was
staring up at him with a fire in her eyes he had never
seen before as he forced his erection deep into her
throat. He was sensitive to any resistance from his
mother or any sign of discomfort, but they never came.
She seemed to enjoy his thrusting and even encouraged
him with her hands on his bottom pulling him forward
as he forced her mouth to accept him.
Although he was being forceful, there was nothing
brutal about her son. They were staring into each
other's eyes as he pistoned into and out of her mouth.
He seemed to have discovered the perfect rhythm for
her; it was an agreeable combination of being deep in
her gullet and a withdrawal before she choked. She was
in heaven. Her vagina was sopping wet and her clitoris
was at its maximum size, engorged with sex. Although
inexperienced, her son seemed to have a natural
affinity, or talent, for sex with his mother.
"I'm going to do it!" he exclaimed, suddenly.
Jenny barely had time to move her son's cockhead from
deep in her throat before the warm slippery boy-
essence escaped from her son's hard penis and into her
waiting mouth. She reveled in the sensation. She had
sucked her son to completion and she loved the
feeling. He was fourteen. She was thirty-six and
notwithstanding that they very close blood relatives,
she felt no guilt. No, instead she experienced a sense
of sexual delirium that penetrated her loins and
rocked her world to its very foundation. There was a
delicious naughtiness about sex with her son. It was
secret and it was fiendishly devilish in its ability
to excite her.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby," she whispered as she planted
small, sweet kisses on her son flagging penis. "Baby,
baby, baby," she continued, to whisper over and over
as if in trance. She tickled the fuzz on his testicles
as she continued to kiss him between the legs. His
hands still rested softly on his mother's head.
Danny seemed incapable of coherent thought for a
moment or two, first during his ejaculation and now as
he softly and affectionately caressed and ran his
fingers through his mother's thick, dark hair.
He took his mother's hand in his own and pulled her
up. He kissed her deeply, tasting the remnants of his
own ejaculate in his mother's mouth. It excited him,
for some reason, although having another erection so
soon was out of the question. From what he could
taste, it seemed nothing more than bland and he
wondered if the stories he read online were
exaggerating when they described sperm as tasting like
cinnamon or honey or some other equally sweet
flavoring.
When he stopped kissing her, Jenny stripped the bed
down and scooted onto it. Danny watched her bottom and
melted at its beauty. Jenny was aware of the sight she
was providing her son.
"Like my butt?" she asked over one shoulder as she
giggled impishly, reminding her son much more of a
grade school girl rather than his mother. She patted
the bed next to her and held her arms out for her son.
They snuggled silently for a minute.
"You're really good at that, he announced out of
nowhere.
"And you would know this, uh, how?" she said with mock
seriousness.
"I can tell."
"I know," she giggled again. "Took lots of practice.
Lots and lots. Years," and she laughed outright.
He looked at his mother skeptically. "Really?"
"Yeah," she said thoughtfully. "I was protecting my
honor."
Danny laughed. "By giving oral sex?"
"Yeah," Jenny turned onto her side. She softly rubbed
her boy's beautiful chest. "I was seventeen when I let
my first boyfriend fuck me." Her son seemed to wince.
"Okay, listen. The words you can't use in the house
and in public are okay in bed. They can be exciting
because they're naughty. And they're only naughty
because you never use them anywhere else. Got it?"
"Yep."
"Anyway, my boyfriend and I had been going out for
about two or three months and one night I let him fuck
me. It was more out of curiosity for me, than anything
else because I was still, technically, a virgin, but
afterwards, that's all he wanted to do. To him it was
some kind of conquest. A notch in his sexual belt.
Before that, we had done other stuff and, you know, it
was fun. But after we did it, he got so clingy I
wanted to throw up. Anyway, I broke up with him and
didn't have another boyfriend until senior year. Oh,
and the first boy? He told just about everyone in the
school about sex with me."
"Asshole," Danny commented.
"Precisely," she agreed.
"And the honor thing?" Danny prompted.
"Oh, yeah," his mother said, as if remembering. "Well,
high school boys and college boys generally want to do
one thing with a girl: to get in her shorts. And
giving a boy a blow job was an easy way to keep him
out of my panties. You know: he climaxed, came in my
mouth, and it was over. He was satisfied, and spent,
and I didn't have to do intercourse if I didn't want
to."
"Wow," Danny said simply.
Jenny rested her head on Danny's shoulder and cuddled
next to him.
"You didn't know your mom was such a slut, did you?"
she laughed into his shoulder.
"No, I didn't" he said as he joined her laughter. He
kissed her forehead. "Are you and I ever going to fuck
each other?" he asked sincerely.
Jenny smiled as she took her son's flaccid penis into
her warm, soft hand. "Gee, Danny. I don't know but,
from where I stand, it's looking really, really good.
What do you think?"
They slept soundly through the night.
***
Dependent upon feedback I receive, I might continue.
Jennifer Bennett
Jenben947@gmail.com
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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