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I was nervous for my son Peter to arrive home from his visit to my sister Cordelia’s estate. Cordelia, or Delia as she likes to be called, is my older sister by about five years. There’s been this tradition in our family going way back that at 18, you visit the oldest sister’s house. I remember visiting my Aunt Cordelia (yes, a woman by the same name) when I turned 18.
No one had told me that my lovely aunt was going to seduce me into an incestuous lesbian relationship. It was incredible. I’d never been intimate with anyone, and she showed and taught me pleasures that I remember to this day.
All my cousins and brothers and sisters visited her estate. My sister Delia inherited the property and the job of introducing the next generation of the family to intimacy.
I have four kids. Kat, 19, visited Delia last year. When she returned, she confessed her lesbian affair, and I got so aroused that I masturbated to an orgasm right in front of her. That led us to begin sharing our bodies with each other. My two younger daughters, Alisa and Alina, are 17 and will visit Delia next year.
About to come home from his trip was 18-year-old Peter. Why was I nervous? Because you never knew how the trip was going to go. The kids knew nothing prior to the journey except rumors that Aunt Cordelia was crazy or eccentric. Each child was sworn to secrecy afterwards. But not everyone was into having sex. For those, the visit was just a pleasant time in the country. No one was forced to do anything.
As I watched the train pull into the station, I wondered which type of trip Peter had experienced, and would I even find out.
I must admit I’d fantasized about Peter coming home and seducing me. Not a normal mother fantasy, but it was so real that I came while sticking fingers into my pussy and rubbing my clit one night.
“Hey, Mom!” Peter called out as he climbed down from the train car.
“Peter!” I called, breaking out of my fantasy.
He hugged me tightly.
“I’m so glad you’re home,” I said. “We missed you!”
“I missed you guys too,” Peter said as we strode into the station to retrieve his bag.
“Did you have a good time?” I asked, trying not to pry too soon.
“Uh huh,” Peter said. “Delia’s place is great. She has this awesome game room and a big pool and stuff.”
I wondered if maybe a pleasant trip to the country was all Peter had experienced.
“That’s great, honey,” I said.
Peter picked up his bag and we got in the car, heading home on the freeway.
“Any highlights you want to share?” I asked as I merged onto the highway.
“Maybe later,” Peter said, tilting his seat back. “It’s not much fun riding on a train all day. I’m pretty tired.”
“Sure,” I said, and concentrated on the road as he snoozed.
Peter didn’t say much else after we got home. He claimed he was still tired and went to bed early. Not even Alina and Alisa could pry much information out of him, though they tried hard.
The next morning Peter was up early. I was in the kitchen drinking coffee and scrolling through my phone.
“Hey Mom,” he said in a cheery voice.
“Feeling better?” I said, looking up and setting my phone down on the counter.
“Much!” he said. “Can I have a cup?”
“Sure!” I said, grabbing a mug and filling it with hot black liquid.
“Where’re the twins?” he asked, looking around.
“Don’t you remember? They took off early for cheer camp. Like last year, and the year before that,” I said smiling.
“Oh yeah,” Peter said, thoughtfully. “A week?”
“Yep,” I said. “We’ve got the place to ourselves.”
I had memories of last year when Peter and the twins both went off to camp and Kat and I had an entire week to lick each other’s pussies. Scrumptious!
I watched Peter sip his coffee. My boy had grown up so much. He was over six feet with a muscular build, fine legs, and a shock of brown hair that he kept short. He had very kind eyes which were at the moment staring into his cup.
“Thoughts?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing,” Peter said. “I was just thinking about our family.”
“That’s nice, Peter,” I said, setting my cup down. “Most boys your age are probably thinking about girls and sports – not family.”
“Oh, I think about girls, too” he said, glancing up at me.
What was that look? Had he just checked out my boobs? I had to remember what I’d put on. I knew I was wearing a bra, but it was rather thin and didn’t do much to hide my nipples when they got hard, which, they were suddenly. What was happening to me?
“Any girls in particular?” I asked, trying to stay on the subject.
“Mom?” he asked, not looking at me.
“Yeah?” I said.
“Is it wrong to be close to your family?”
I thought for a moment. “Of course not,” I said.
I lifted his chin so he’d look at me.
“You can never be too close to family,” I said. “We’re all we have, really – each other!”
“That makes sense,” Peter said, smiling.
“Did something happen at Aunt Cordelia’s, that’s making you think about family closeness?”
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“Sort of,” Peter said. “But I’m not supposed to say.”
“Did Aunt Cordelia tell you not to say anything?”
“Well, not exactly. She said I could decide but shouldn’t say anything to the twins.”
“That’s right. But you get to choose what you tell me. Is there something you want to tell me, Peter?”
This time I was sure he was looking at my chest. I was getting the idea that he and Delia had been intimate. The idea was starting to turn me on, picturing Peter in bed with my sister.
“Kind of,” Peter said, looking up into my eyes.
“You can tell me anything,” I said. “Anything, no matter how personal.”
“Me and Delia had sex!” he said, speaking fast like he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to get it out.
I touched his knee. “That’s wonderful, Peter.”
“Wonderful? Sex with my aunt?” Peter said.
“Oh yes,” I said. “You shared your secret with me. Doesn’t that feel better?”
“Actually, it does,” Peter said, visibly relaxing.
I caressed his knee a little, trying not to be too forward but definitely having feelings in my crotch. I hadn’t expected this, but the same had happened when my daughter Kat revealed her secret.
“Wait,” Peter said. “So, you knew that could happen?”
“Of course,” I said. “I was kind of hoping it would in fact.”
“So, did you know about Kat too?” Peter asked.
“Kat?” I said. “What about Kat?”
“She was there too and …” Peter said, stopping in mid-sentence, maybe afraid he’d said too much.
“I see,” I said. “I didn’t know Kat was going to be there. Did something happen between you two?”
Peter’s eyes grew big. “It did. Is that awful?”
“No, Peter,” I said. “You made love with your sister. It was good, yes?”
“Fuck, Mom!” Peter said. “It was amazing, but why aren’t you upset?”
“I’m not upset because we’re family,” I said. “It may be an unusual family, but it is a family. We love each other in unconventional ways, that’s all.”
“Wow!” Peter said.
“I assume this has brought you and Kat closer than ever?”
“Closer than we’ve ever been,” Peter said. “She, um, she told me about you two.”
“Oh!” I said. “Everything?”
Peter nodded.
“And what did you think about that?” I asked.
Peter paused. “It made me hard.”
“Mm,” I said, getting more aroused myself.
“And are you hard now?” I asked, glancing down at Peter’s crotch.
“I am,” he said. “I asked Kat if she thought you might be interested in getting closer to me like you did with her.”
“I admit the thought had crossed my mind,” I said.
My hand travelled up Pater’s leg a few inches.
“Most sons are attracted to their mothers at some point,” Peter said, watching my hand.
“But not all boys get to fulfil those fantasies, do they?” I said.
My fingers were now inches from what I could see was a bulge in Peter’s shorts.
“Do you want to, Peter, fulfill a fantasy with your mother?” I asked.
We looked at each other, our relationship at a crossroads.
“I do,” he said.
“And what is that fantasy?” I said, getting still closer to his erection.
“To fuck my mom,” he said dreamily.
“I think we can arrange that,” I said as my hand lightly caressed his cock, hard under his shorts.
“Oh!” he groaned.
“Does that feel good?” I asked, moving back and forth over his hard member.
“So good,” he said, staring at my hand.
I gripped his cock. It felt so big and thick. I pulled my fingers across it while pushing and gripping. I felt it jump in response.
“Oh, fuck!” Peter said. “You’re touching me.”
“I’d like to do more than just touch you, Peter, if you’d like that,” I said.
“I would so like that,” Peter said.
He lifted his hips and pulled his shorts to his knees. I took them, and his underwear the rest of the way off.
“Your cock is lovely,” I said.
“I can’t believe my own mother is admiring my dick!” he said.
“It’s so hard,” I said.
I took it in my hand. “So big, so hard, so beautiful.”
I wrapped my hand around it and stroked up and down. Peter raised his hips in response. I got on my knees and moved in to kiss the head of his dick. My fantasy was coming true.
“Suck me, Mom,” Peter said. “Suck my cock!”
“With pleasure!” I said.
I opened my mouth and swallowed his dick.
“Ah!” Peter said. “Oh, fuck, Mom!”
I enjoyed the taste of his dick and felt him get even harder as I sucked in and pulled up.
“Tastes so good!” I said, coming off.
“More, please!” he said.
I started sucking his cock and wrapping my hands around the shaft. It was the best breakfast I could have imagined.
When he was nice and hard, I got back up, leaned over, and kissed my son. I felt his tongue touch my lips. I opened and let him slip his tongue into my mouth. Thrilling feelings rushed through me as our tongues intertwined. I held his chin and dove deep into his mouth, exploring, touching, swirling, and then sucking on his konyaaltı escort tongue.
“Wow!” Peter said as we broke off. “No one’s ever kissed me like that before.”
“Not even Aunt Delia?” I said.
“Not even Kat,” Peter said. “Though I totally enjoying kissing them too!”
“I enjoy kissing you too, Peter,” I said.
“Mom?” Peter said.
“Uh, huh?”
“Can I touch your boobs, um, your breasts?”
I laughed softly. “You can call them anything you like, Peter. And yes, you can touch them. In fact, I’d like you to.”
I stood in front of him. He reached out a hand tentatively and grazed my left nipple.
“Ooh,” I said. “Nice.”
“I noticed your nipples earlier,” Peter said, touching the other one. “They were poking out.”
“Mm hmm,” I said, feeling tingles from his touch. “You were getting me aroused even then.”
“Fuck!” Peter said.
“Squeeze them. Squeeze my nipples. It feels good.”
Peter took both hands and used his index finger and thumb to squeeze both my nipples at the same time. I lifted my chest in response to the wonderful feelings that flowed from my nipples to my crotch.
I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the ground. I wasn’t sure just what Peter would think of his mother’s body. I was a bit self-conscious.
“You’re gorgeous, Mom,” Peter said, looking me up and down.
“You haven’t seen me naked yet,” I said, reaching behind and undoing my bra.
As I let the bra fall off me, my breasts sprang out, my nipples springing forth and bouncing a little.
“Wow!” Peter said. “Beautiful!”
I offered a breast to his mouth. “Do you want to suck them?”
Peter didn’t answer but took a nipple in his mouth and sucked and licked around it.
“Oh!” I moaned. “Oh, that feels good!”
I pulled him up and we kissed deeply. I tugged on his t-shirt, and he lifted his arms, letting me pull it off. Now it was only my panties that separated us. I pulled them off and stepped back.
“Mom, you are incredible!” Peter said.
I was so relieved. It was one thing to fantasize about being intimate with your son, it was another to live it out in real life.
“I love your bush,” Peter said, running his hand through my brown pubic hair.
“Just a wee bit,” I said. “Just to make it interesting.”
“I love it!” Peter said.
“Why don’t we take this upstairs to my room, Peter,” I said. “Let’s make love on my bed.”
“Wow!” Peter said. “I’d love that!”
As we walked up the stairs, a squeezed Peter’s butt cheeks, and he smiled at me.
As we entered my bedroom, Peter looked around. “You know, I’ve hardly ever been in this room.”
“True?” I said.
“Yeah,” Peter said, looking at my bed. “So, this is where you and Dad did it?”
I laughed softly. “Yes, Peter, when your dad was around, we made love pretty often on this bed. He looked a lot like you do now. I’d open my legs really wide and let him come up and lick my pussy until I came, then stuff his cock inside me until we both came!”
“Man!” Peter said, staring at me and then the bed.
“And now I’d like to invite you up on my bed where I’ll open my legs to you. Sound good?”
I got up on the bed on my knees, pulling Peter in close. We kissed and made out and I felt his hands on my breasts. He broke off, bent over, and spent time massaging and tweaking and licking and sucking my nipples.
“Mm, mm, mm,” I moaned.
I held his head close to my chest and watched his erection bounce as he moved from nipple to nipple.
“Ready to come up here?” I asked, laying down on my back and pulling Peter onto the bed.
“It’s a little strange,” Peter said, climbing up, “but it’s turning me on!”
“Oh, I can tell,” I said, urging him to put his dick back in my mouth.
He got on his knees and offered it to me. I sucked it in and started going up and down on it. Peter reached between my legs, and I felt his fingers on my pussy for the first time. It felt wonderful!
“You’re so wet, Mom,” he said.
“That’s what happens when a woman wants a man’s cock inside her!” I said. “Why don’t you get me even wetter by licking my pussy?”
Peter bent down and licked my tits, then kissed my stomach and even put his tongue into my bellybutton. He scooted down and climbed over my legs to put his head near my pussy. My hips already started to gyrate up and down, anticipating his tongue and lips.
I was so wet that my juices had dribbled down my inner thighs. Peter kissed and licked the liquid on his way up my legs.
“You taste good, Mom. A lot like Kat!”
“Hmm,” I said, holding the back of his head and helping him move up.
Peter’s eyes met mine. I could see him look lovingly up at me from over my bush. He moved up and kissed it and ran his nose through the hair before plunging down between my legs.
“Oh!” I cried as I felt his tongue touch my labia. “Mm, mm,” I moaned.
My hips moved up and down as his tongue explored me. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by my own son’s tongue in my slit!
“Stick a korfez escort finger in me, Peter,” I said between breaths. “Oh yes!” I gasped as he entered my vagina. “Find my knob, Peter with your tongue. Suck on it. Like that. Like that, yes!”
I ran my fingers through his hair and moved up and down on his tongue, fucking it as I got closer to an orgasm.
He added a second finger into my cunt and began moving in and out quickly. He sucked on my clit, taking it in and out of his mouth like one of my nipples.
“Mm, mm, oh, mm, ah,” I moaned, holding his head against my crotch. “Oh, Peter, you’re going to make your mom cum. I’m going to cum. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
I felt a pressure in my belly and a buzzy feeling in my head. The world went kind of blank until a sudden release of that pressure and a burst of pleasure shot through me. My legs started bucking up and down and I could feel fresh juice flow from my pussy into Peter’s mouth.
“Ah, ah, AHHHHHH!” I cried as I came.
I pulled Peter up to kiss his lips and tongue as the orgasm subsided a bit. I tasted myself as we shared a wonderful French kiss.
I felt the head of Peter’s cock against my pussy lips.
“Feels like someone wants to come in,” I said, breaking off.
“I want to so bad!” Peter said.
“It’s time then,” I said. “Time to fuck your mother!”
Peter got up on his hands. I positioned him at my opening and spread some of my juices on his cock by moving him up and down in my slit.
“Oh, fuck that feels good!” Peter said, staring at what I was doing.
“Just wait!” I said and used my hand to insert him between my pussy lips.
I was ready, more than ready to receive him. I watched as he pushed his cock in further. I felt pressure as his dick expanded my pussy. Thrilling feelings moved up from my crotch the further inside me he went.
“I’m almost all the way in, Mom,” he said, looking up from his dick.
“One more push, Peter,” I said. “Come all the way inside!”
As the last inches of his cock entered me, and his body touched my clit, I lifted my hips in pleasure.
We held that way for a moment or two, drinking in the feeling and the new experience of mother and son oneness. We kissed, the start of a brand-new relationship.
“Fuck me, Peter,” I said and began to move my hips up and down.
He responded by pulling out some, then driving back in.
“Oh!” I cried out. “Oh!”
I watched his cock, slick with my juices, withdraw and plunge back into me. Each time he drove back in, I felt a surge of pleasure. His paced quickened and I held his butt cheeks to help him get in even deeper.
“Mm, mm, mm, oh, mm, ah, mm,” I groaned.
My breathing quickened and that buzzy feeling returned to my head. I felt Peter’s body push against my clit with every stroke of his cock. I never wanted it to end, to always have him in there, driving against me, making me feel such wonderful things.
“I’m going to cum, Mom!” Peter said suddenly.
“Do it!” I cried. “Cum inside me! I’m going to cum too!”
Peter drove himself inside and held his dick here. His face grimaced and he grunted loudly. “AH! Here I cum!”
I felt his cock get bigger and then pressure as he unloaded his white creamy cum into my pussy. That’s all it took to take me over the edge.
“Oh fuck! Ah, ah, ah, oh, AH!” I cried as I came, and my hips began bucking up and down on his dick.
I was awash in incredible feelings of pleasure. I was aware of Peter repeatedly clinching his dick and spurting more cum into my pussy. My hips jerked in spasms, slowing slightly as my orgasm passed, but leaving me overwhelmed and tingly.
Peter lowered himself and we kissed and kissed, his cock moving slightly in and out of my pussy.
Eventually he rolled off. His dick was softer, and I could see white dribbles coming out of the head. I sat up and leaned over his cock, putting it into my mouth and lapping up all the cum.
“You taste good too, Peter!” I said.
I put my fingers between my legs, scooping out the cum that drizzled out, licking it off my fingers.
“Mm,” I said. “Tasty!”
“Mom, you’re so naughty!” Peter said.
We got dressed after cuddling for a while. We fixed sandwiches for lunch and ate out on our deck by the pool.
“Do you feel okay about what we did, Mom?” Peter asked after finishing half of his sandwich.
“Why?” I asked. “Did something make you feel uncomfortable?”
“Not at all,” Peter said. “Maybe that’s the problem. I really enjoyed it! It’ not something I’d ever imagined I would have done with my mother on her bed, but it was awesome. I just wanted to make sure you felt okay.”
I put my hand on his knee. “It was wonderful,” I said. “A new beginning for us.”
“So … you’d want to do this again?” Peter asked.
“I sure would,” I said. “In fact, I was wondering if a little later you might want to join me in the shower.”
Peter eyebrows raised. “A shower with my mom? I’m in!”
After we cleaned up the dishes, I took Peter by the hand and led him back upstairs and into the master bathroom. I have a large, tiled shower which my husband I had used regularly, together. I was now going to enjoy a shower with someone else – my son!
We slowly undressed each other, taking time to kiss and lick parts like nipples and necks and lips and tongues.
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