Fantasy The Book Club (completed)

[Swt_ononna]

At this point I knew I had nothing to fear. Not a single ounce of his being wanted this to end. I lifted my head and climbed further up the bed, and sat straight up, straddling him, his prick directly underneath my cunt. I reached to my sides and took both his hands and smacked them against my chest latching each one onto a breast and squeezed. He gulped. He’s tried to see these puppies his whole post-pubescent life, fantasized about what they must look and feel like, and here they were right in front of him and without a word I was telling him they were his to play with. I let go of his hands and they stayed in place, good. I reached down and put my hands on his firm chest for support. At this moment I felt like I needed to say something, ask his permission, make sure that he was consenting guess..

"do you want mommy to sit on your dick?" yes that's exactly what I said, and with the same naughty college girl tone that I know you're all thinking of. His eyes were on mine, his mouth still open. His head seemed to be trembling, he was nodding rapidly, probably afraid that he was dreaming and if he moved his head too much he might wake up. That was all the permission I needed.

I lowered myself. I didn't need to reach down and guide him in, I could feel his oozing tip brushing against the lips of my vagina, it was in the right place. The sensation of it first entering caused us both to close our eyes and gasp. I sat there for several minutes, impaled, my head tilted up, eyes still closed, just feeling completely filled by my sons manhood. I honestly may have never moved again, but I was awoken by his grip tightening on my tits. It was as if he was saying "hey wake up and fuck me!" I laughed in my head. I pressed against him, lifting myself up and falling back down with a bounce, then again, and again. The bed was noisy and as soon as I had a rhythm going it was squeaking along with us. It didn't matter, no one was here, she left, to avoid any awkwardness when my son and I eventually emerged from her room. But for now I was riding my son in her bed, like a whore in a motel room.. And I loved it.

I was so ready for this moment that the anticipation itself nearly made me cum. While her bed was noisy, it was also springy, and allowed me to easily rise back up after each downward thrust. He was silent, still not sure he should speak or move. I on the other hand didn't care about anything else. I was sliding up and down his shaft so fast I thought we would burst into flames! I know it had only been a handful of minutes and I hated that it was going to end so soon, but I was ready to explode and I didn't want to hold it in. I screamed in rapturous delight as my body convulsed from the waves of orgasmic bliss. I trembled and spasmed for several minutes, occasionally moving up and down his pole. Until I finally came to a stop and opened my eyes. It took them a second to adjust and for a brief moment I forgot where I was. I looked down at him, he still looked scared. I laughed.

"that was great baby.." I said with a smile, panting. "now it's your turn."

"I already got there" he said, embarrassed, "but I can go again!" his tone came hopeful.

"you can!?" I exclaimed accidentally, "I mean, when did you?"

"pretty quickly actually" ashamed.

"why didn't you say something?!"

"I was afraid you'd stop, plus you were still going."

"I was!" I said, louder than I meant to.

"but I can go again!.. If you want to."

"um, ya sure baby, that sounds great… how? I mean, how do you want to do it?"

"this is good, but can I sit up a little more? That way your boobs are in my face more." he was shy, he sounded like a boy asking his mother for a cookie, it was cute.

"ya." I got off of him so he could sit up. His semen ran out of me, and I wiped myself off with the edge of the bed sheet. He noticed.

"sorry, should I not have done that?" he asked.

"no it's fine, you're fine sweetheart." I smiled and reassured him. I climbed back on the bed and straddled him. I just realized that he was still hard, like really hard, he'd never gotten soft after blowing his first load. "you can stay hard?" I asked, reaching down and gripping it, yep it was still completely firm.

"um, ya sometimes I guess.. Definitely this time!" he said smiling like a little kid as he cupped a breast in each hand. They were right at his face level, and he wasted no time diving into my cleavage and devouring the meat. I sighed in enjoyment as he latched onto a nipple with his lips, then sighed again as I lowered myself back onto him, and rode us both to another pair or orgasms. This time he didn't try and conceal when he blew his load, and grunted and roared like bull.

As we both got dressed, we talked freely about this new development. In fact he was excited to talk about it, no shame, not too shy to ask anything.. Naturally he asked if we could do it again, I told him as much as he wanted, as long as his father didn't find out, he understood. He asked if it was OK that he came inside me, I told him I was on birth control, so we should be fine, its been working for me for years, but that in the future he should pullout if possible, He agreed. He asked about doing anal, I laughed, but admitted that

I do that with his father sometimes so yes I would let him do it sometimes too. I reminded him that his father and I are still very much in love and still have sex..This made him seem a little upset.. But that this new relationship of ours was something I wanted too, a special secret for just us to share, as long as no one else found out and no one got hurt. He liked that. I also told him that I was still his mother and he was still my son, and that he needed to respect me and that nothing could change about how we live and act as a family. He agreed that went without saying. He didn't bring up Shorna which made me happy, I didn't want to go down the road of how I've talked to other women about arranging this encounter, and that we chat about incest. The fact was it happened and we were both happy about it.

To be continued