Cum to Mommy Ch. 04

I have never really been physically ravenous for food or water for any extended period of in my life so I can't validly comment on the sensations when it first hits your mouth and stomach after a long period of deprivation. But I assume that it must be an amazing feeling. In another way, actually having sex - by that I mean getting fucked - after thinking about it and wanting it so long is rapturous as well. Obviously, since I was fucked as recently as yesterday, the interval could not be considered long. It is long though when one considers that I thought about sex every waking moment since yesterday. Even an hour of constantly wanting to be fucked can seem like an eternity. And then once you get it, the feel of a cock that enters your starving pussy is almost indescribable. I know this is hyperbole but it almost seems, well...life-giving. It both eases the tension, finally getting it, and at the same time, increases it knowing what is coming. I'm sure that isn't the first contradictory thing I have ever related to you but it is the only way I know how to say it. Starving is the right description of the sensation that my pussy feels when it needs stimulation, particularly that of a throbbing cock.

As I've told you, Josh has a pleasantly big cock. Unlike others, I will not say that size doesn't matter but size pales when it is compared to passion. When Josh invaded my hot hungry cunt and I could tell that he was as ravenous as I was, it was sublime to be penetrated and then fucked by a passionate partner.

The only thing I could do was grunt, hang on and feel the sensations. I kept one hand between my legs and could feel his balls every time he entered me. I grunted on every thrust. Josh kept saying, "Uh, uh, uh", grunting every time he slammed into my sopping cock, interspersed with "good pussy, Rita, such good pussy"

During great sex - which frankly includes most of it - all the senses used enhance the experience - the sounds of grunts, moans, groans, accelerated breathing, and in Josh's case, him talking during sex, telling me how good my pussy felt to his cock, how wet I was etc.; the sounds of his flesh slapping against my ass as he fucked me; the slurpy sounds of a wet pussy being fucked. And the sights - even though I couldn't see much during this particular episode, I loved to see an erect cock, or the look on Josh's face when he fucked me or when he started cumming in my mouth for example. Feeling the friction of cock sliding in and out of a body cavity; the sensation of him parting my pussy lips and feeling his tongue lapping my juices; the feel of holding his cock and feeling it harden in my hands; the sensation of our tongues intertwining as we kiss passionately. The smells of a cock that had fucked and cum earlier, the aroma of arousal; the musky smell of a wet pussy.

Although obviously I was not recording each of those sensations at the time, in retrospect, all were part of the mix. Sex is overwhelming. It encompasses every bit of a person. It drives everything else away. It is like the world compresses to form this erotic cocoon around two people.

The other thing intense focus causes is the loss of a sensation of time. Therefore I don't quite know if Josh fucked me for five minutes or an hour but intellectually I know it was much closer to the former. I don't know how many orgasms I had; frankly I rarely do because I don't know where one leaves off or another starts. What I can remember though is Josh's louder grunting whenever he got ready to cum, coupled with the shorter but much harder strokes he made. Finally, he slammed into me and paused just for a second as he spurted into me...he repeated it...again...six or eight or ten thrusts and pause, thrust and pause, until he collapsed across my back and just held it as deep as it would go up my cunt.

Both of us kept repeating, "oh my God, oh my God." No other words were possible or necessary.

When Josh finally let his cock plop out of me he ran to get a towel from the bathroom. Some of his cum had already dripped onto the sofa and he quickly wiped it up but he also spread it out for me to sit on. He sat next to me and I leaned over to take his cock into my mouth to make sure he didn't leak on the sofa as well - and of course, I wanted some cum and to taste his cock. As I did that, Josh put his hand between my legs and just put the palm against my poor battered (happily) pussy. After I cleaned off his cock and then licked our cum from his fingers that had been on my still-dripping pussy, we just sat there exhausted.

As we sat there, two sensations struck me. The first one was how I could sit there naked, with cum still oozing out of my freshly-fucked pussy, with any man, much less my son. As strange as it sounds, I am by nature a modest woman. If you were to meet me on the street, or for that matter, out to dinner or anyplace else in public, I would be dressed conservatively. On most days even at home, I don't wear anything that would be considered provocative. I rarely go braless and most of my underwear is pretty tame. I never sit around naked for example, even alone with my husband when no one else is around. So doing this is really out of character for me. But then again, I suppose nothing appears too strange after you've just been fucked by your son. But, it seemed (almost) normal in some ways as well.

I was happy but I was also aware that Josh would be moving far away soon and somehow I wanted to try to put all this in perspective.

"Josh, I know what we've done - do - is really strange and not really right. I was weak and remain weak. I shouldn't do this with my son." He tried to interject. "Wait, let me finish. I know it was wrong but...but, I have really, really loved it as well. Of course, I won't deny that part, a large part of it, is the sex. You...the sex...well, it is just amazing. But, it has also made me feel really close to you. God, I know how silly all this sounds but it is deeper than sex for me. I'm just glad it didn't harm our relationship or make you into some kind of psychological basket case. I know that can happen after what we've done and if you have any of that, I am very, very sorry. I shouldn't have done it, but I would be lying to say I didn't love it all the same. It is something I will never, ever forget. And I know after you move, it will have to end, but I will always remember it and love it, at the same time I am remembering it with some shame. I can't avoid either one of those emotions. I hope somehow you remember me as Mom as well as Rita."

He put his hand on mine. "It's my turn to talk for a minute Mom, I loved it to and maybe we shouldn't have been doing it. But, to be very truthful, I couldn't resist after the first time. All this is one of the highlights of my life. And I can assure you it didn't screw me up. I would have been screwed up even without this. Just kidding, just kidding. Seriously, I think I am perfectly normal. It's easy to say I'm not thinking straight because I am addled by sex but I have thought a lot about this over the years and I really, really believe it has affected me, but in a very positive way. My relationship with Louisa, and other girls I've dated, is as normal as anyone's. It has certainly made me better at sex. You've taught me how to take care of a woman. Maybe I'm strange or simply not introspective enough to be negatively affected, but I'm not, or at least I don't think I am. I have loved every minute of doing this, just like I love that you're my MOM. I will miss it in the next few months but I don't believe this is the last time we will do this. I hope not. Do you think it is?"

"Josh, at this point the ball is totally in your court. I'm sure it was wrong to do it but we did and can't undo it at this point even if we wanted. But, if you want it in the future, if you want to fuck your mommy, or for your mommy to suck the cum out of your cock, I will be on my knees letting you pick out the orifices to use."

Even though it was a warm day, we got a little chilly inside so we put on some clothes and decided to have an early lunch. I was famished. Maybe it was the sex, coupled with the fact that I was so excited yesterday that I ate very little. Of course, Josh always seemed hungry to we stuffed ourselves and then went to sit on the deck overlooking the lake. We both generously applied sunscreen and relaxed in a couple of recliners. We'd each gotten a book from one of the bookcases inside so we'd planned to read for a while, maybe take a swim...and then, who knows?

We both dozed in the warm sun. Before I felt asleep I thought about how lucky I was. Over the last few years, I'd had some amazing sex that I was deeply moved by but it seemed like it happened without me emotionally scarring my kid and we had also managed to avoid detection. If I'd heard about someone else doing what we did, I would have been aghast. This is about as far from who I am as anything could be. Other than having a perhaps overactive need for sex (but I'm not even sure about that), I am a very normal loving wife and mother.

I don't know how long we slept but I stirred a little when I felt something on my upper leg just under the hem of my shorts. Thinking it was a bug, I swatted it. But, instead of knocking off a bug I felt Josh's hand. He stood up and, about six inches from my face, the first thing I saw after opening my eyes was his cock! He'd taken off his shorts.

"What have we here? I see something I like," I teased. I then sat up and reached underneath to caress his balls. His cock was still mostly soft so I took the opportunity to take it all in my mouth. It began to get stiffer and bigger. I raised it and sucked each ball in turn, getting them slick with my saliva. His hands were in my hair; I then took his hardening cock inside and as I sucked him, my mouth got fuller with cock flesh. Needless to say, I started squirming, knowing that my pussy was getting more and more enflamed. With one hand I caressed his balls and with the other, I reached around to finger his ass. I'd never done that before but he actually growled (that's what it sounded like!) when I did it.

I know most of the readers are wondering how someone my age can be turned on so much in a short 24 hour period. Frankly, I can see how you would wonder and so do I. Day in and day out, I wouldn't be able to keep up this pace but think about it for a moment - if a couple sets aside a two day period to focus on nothing but sex, I believe it is possible to be very excited much of the time. Maybe not cumming all the time but sexually alert and excited. Routinely, with most of us, we don't have much time so we look upon sex as something that is done and then, bang, we move onto other things. Somedays, even if I am alone, I will set aside the whole day to focus on sex and it is amazing how wet my pussy is for much of that day. I may only cum once or twice but the whole day is sex-filled.

Soon, once he was fully hard, Josh took me by the hand and pulled me to my feet. "Let's go inside. I have something to show you."

He went into one of the bedrooms and pulled out a mirror that was about six feet long and on a swivel. I didn't know what was going on. He pulled the mirror to the living room area. Then he went to another bedroom and comes out with blankets that he spread next to the mirror.

"Rita, I'm going to fuck you soon and I want to make sure it is etched in our mind. I bet you've never seen yourself get fucked have you? Or at least as clearly as you will see it now. Have you ever watched your hot little cunt get fucked Rita? Have you ever watched Dad's or anyone's cock going up your hot fuckhole Rita?"

Every word seemed to make my pussy throb. God, this was so damn hot! I believe this was the first time that he had ever mentioned about his dad fucking me. I am a loss to explain it but if anything, it made me ashamed but at the same time, it turned me on even more. I guess part of that is the illicitness of it all. I have never asked him if it turned him on - to fuck the woman his dad fucks. God, that is too complicated to even think about.

He told me to take off my clothes and come and lie down in on the blankets in front of the mirror. The only things I had on were a t-shirt and loose shorts so they were off in a flash.

I've found that many, many people crave routine - regularity of schedules, habits, same routes to work and school, same kind of food etc. And, to a degree, I think some people often also like routine sex - same time, same place, same position, same partner - comfort sex if you will. But, for me, the unexpected and the new all add an extra charge to sex. So as I looked at this situation - mirror, blankets - a "stage" if you will, I got very, very excited. My breath was labored at this point and of course, cunt juice was bubbling to the surface of my pussy lips.

Josh stood over me and looking up to him from the floor, seeing his tight balls and throbbing cock was a very stimulating sight. I wanted to sit up and suck him but he soon got on the floor and laid next to me, on the side furthest from the mirror. As he got settled, he reached up to adjust the mirror.

"Can you see your pussy well, Rita?" He reached down and spread my pussy lips open. I could see the reflection of my milky pink inner pussy, all shiny with my juice. "Rita, I want you to watch yourself get fucked but first I want you to see me playing with your pussy."

In all the times I've had sex - obviously the vast majority with my husband - I'd never really seen a cock enter my pussy. A woman just isn't shaped to do that and we weren't adventurous or smart enough to use mirrors! So, this was very exciting. I know men are supposed to be more visual than women but I'm not sure that totally holds for me. I like seeing men's bodies and certainly their genitals. As I've said before, I have learned to use all the senses to enjoy sex but actually seeing a cock fucking my pussy - pretty close up - adds even more excitement.

He ran his fingers through the hair on my mound and up and down the edges of my slit, where my legs met my groin. Sometimes what is not touched can be as erogenous as what is. It is like the sensitive part of the body, in this case my vagina, yearns to reach out for the nearby sensation, thus becoming even more stimulated. Sometimes he will circle my nipple for example with his fingers and in the process of doing so, my nipple gets harder and throbs, like it is becoming alive and reaching out. Watching in the mirror of course also had the effect of moving it to another level as well. I had my legs stretched out wide of course, but my pussy lips seemed to pop open anyway. Normally, I - or my partner - has to part them but now when I looked, the labia was laid back and I could see the glistening moisture that lined my pussy.

He then runs his index finger from my asshole to my clit, up my slit. God, that was exquisite. Again, he stroked. The third time (I think) he dipped his finger inside my gasping fuckhole and withdrew it. A string of pussy juice followed. "You taste good, Rita. A very, nice sweet cunt." He sucked it off his fingers. "Wanna see?" He dipped two finger inside me now. When he withdrew, the spread his fingers and cunt juice was laced between them. He put them both in my mouth. I greedily sucked it off...I was sweet and salty, a strong, earthy taste. He gave us a couple of more samples and even with all the juices that he extracted from me, I knew I was making more.

"Now, I am going to fuck my hot slut. I need pussy."

He leaned on his side, hiked my leg furthest from the mirror and leaned into me so his cock just touched my labia. He held it to move it up and down my slit. I watched as his big head lodged just inside me, the moist, embracing flaps of my pussy embracing sweet, hot cock-flesh.

Whenever I am as excited as I was at that moment, sexually or otherwise, but still try to restrain myself from going out of control, I actually quiver all over. I was trying to be perfectly still but when I glanced at my breasts the flesh jiggled, like they were vibrating. Every instinct told me to push back, to cover his cock with my pussy, but at the same time, I wanted to slow things down if I could, to extend the pleasure. I'd read a little bit about Tantric sex and still don't really know what it is but I think it includes taking things slow, at least at first. Most of the sex in my life has been pretty frantic. Sometimes the foreplay was long but once a cock hits my pussy, it was pretty fast from there - terrific, mind-blowing, but with not a lot of deliberation. This was slow and very, very sensual.

"Ah Rita, I love your pussy around me. Look at it. Don't move, just try to suck me inside your pussy. We have a long way to go before you pussy covers me and is totally filled. Right now, just suck my cock head with your pussy."

All the time he was talking, his fingers lightly circled his cockhead and my pussy lips. All the feelings in my body seemed to gravitate to wherever his fingers were. Slowly, slowly, slowly circling and talking.

"Your hungry pussy needs cock doesn't it Rita? God, it feels so fucking hot to be in your hot, hairy cunt. I can feel the warm juice flowing down to my cock. How does it look Rita? Mom? How does it look to have your son's cock nestled up inside your needy pussy?"

I think I was mewling at this point, whimpering, soft little moans of desire. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out.

"Let me show you something." Josh takes my hand and puts it between my legs. "Feel my dick inside you. Now, as I put it deeper, I want you to trace with your fingers, up your stomach where you think my cock is. I'm going to go slowly."

He slides another inch or so inside me. Somehow I move my fingers up over my mound. It is almost like I can feel a bump in my lower stomach that represents his big cockhead. He gives me another inch. I look in the mirror and his cock is a quarter or so of the way in.

He pulls out an inch or so and I suspect my eyes were wide and fearful at this point because I thought he was going to withdraw. But he had another point to make.

"Look, Rita, see how wet you make my cock." He runs his finger around the part that had just been inside my pussy. Then he sucks his fingers and then puts his fingers in my mouth for me to suck. "God, you taste so fucking good. Does it taste good to you? I wish I could eat you and fuck you at the same time. After I finish fucking you, I will eat your hot cunt and let you cum all in my mouth. Are you enjoying being my slut today, Rita?"

"Oh my God, I love being your slut. Oh God, oh God" Obviously, I was not quite as verbose as Josh. Frankly, I was amazed I got out that much that was understandable, given the other noises I was making.

Then he very slowly pushed all the way inside, and I watched it all sliding in...slick...warm...wet...engorging me...expanding my vaginal cavity. His cock was buried so I couldn't see it anymore. It was totally surrounded by pussy. His cock hairs were pressed against my hairy mound. All I could see was his balls; his cock was deeply entrenched.

"Rita, show me where my cockhead is in your pussy?" I put my fingers just below my navel. "Wow, that far huh?" He then took my hand and we pressed down on my stomach and then massaged it. "Feel that long dick inside you. Feel it throbbing? Feel how goddam good that feels Rita? Your pussy makes my cock feel so welcome. I was up that pussy at one time when I was a fetus. Now I am up your pussy again. God, I love this."

"Josh, I love it too. Fuck me now, please. I need it," I begged breathlessly.

I looked in the mirror as he started slowly cock-massaged me. His cock was shiny with my juices when he withdrew. Long, deep thrusts, pulling out to the head and then entering me again, taking his time...my lips clinging to him as he pulled out and then pressing to embrace him as he entered. I thought of how deep in me he was getting. How slick and wet it all was...the pure eroticism of it...watching my cunt getting fucked. As I was looking in the mirror, I noticed he was looking at me, to see the look on my face as he fucked me. He told me later that it almost looked almost like I was alarmed when he withdrew and then deeply satisfied as he entered me again, with my eyes widening on every thrust. There was something about this fucking that wasn't urgent. I knew I COULD cum but I didn't want to and I tried not to...because I wanted to enjoy this...savor it. My son giving me the deep fucking that I so craved and loved.