Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
A Slut For Her Son:>Ep6

He was holding my head as he was shooting his potent seed into me slightly raising his hips as if trying to put his prick deeper down my throat with each blast of his cum. I was pretty close to passing out when he finally let me go. I quickly came up for air, choking and coughing.

"Oh god Mom, are you OK?" I heard real concern in his voice.

I supported myself on my hands right above his hard cock breathing hard trying to recover. He put his leg down and was looking at me running his hand over my hair as if trying to help me recover. "I'm Ok... I'll be fine..."

I was slowly coming down off my own sexual bliss, looking at my son's slowly shrinking cock. The thought of me drinking his cum was slowly fading, and the realization of what just happened started sinking in.

I straightened up standing naked between his legs and looked at him.

"Son, I a... Oh god..." The tears were swelling in my eyes.

How could I have done this, he was my son. He quickly reached out and grabbed me by my arms.

"Mom, please, it's my fault. I clearly took advantage of you... it's not your fault"

"Son but... I'm your Mom... I'm the adult here"

He sat on the edge of the table and brought me close to him, right between his legs. My stomach brushing against his cock.

"Mom, you're the most beautiful woman I ever seen and... I love you... and what is wrong with me giving you pleasure... you're still my Mom and you always will be... I just want to make you feel good" He was such a gentleman, after all that has happened here. I cupped his face in my hand and looked deep into his eyes.

"You mean you don't think I'm a slut..."

"Mom... you're my Mom first of all... but if you want to be... if you want to be a slut... than it's Ok too... I mean why couldn't Moms be Sluts when they wanted to?" He really emphasized the word you.

He was thinking about this whole thing in such an innocent way, I couldn't tell him that it wasn't that simple. I brought my lips to his and he accepted me without turning away. He was such a gentlemen. I kissed my son with passion that I haven't felt in a long time. He returned my kiss smashing my body against his.

I felt his cock starting to grow, but I couldn't let this continue. It was too dangerous, too close for my daughter to come home. I pushed away from him.

"Ok, that's enough, please... I just... I just need to think about all this"

I gave him one last kiss on the cheek this time, picked up all my clothes from the floor, and walked away. I knew he was looking at me, looking at my naked ass, and it brought the all familiar shiver to me. For some reason that I couldn't understand, I love exposing myself to him. But that's how everything started and I thought what that led me to. I walked up the stairs and into my bedroom.

For the next few days I avoided my son. When he was home I tried to be busy doing things away. I wasn't mad at him, I was just trying to come to terms with what I've done, and if I should continue down this path. I did not know if it would be the path to my destruction, or the fulfillment of all my dreams and fantasies.

One Saturday night we were all sitting around watching TV, I, my husband, my daughter and Tommy. Although the movie that was on seemed to be very interesting, my husband and my daughter were really not into it. Soon my husband began to yawn.

"Kate, I'm going to sleep, had a hard day at work, you coming to bed with me babe?" He asked.

"No... I'm going to stay up and finish the movie" I answered.

He left and my daughter Kristy soon followed suit. Tommy and I sat there watching the movie. From time to time I stole peaks at him, involuntarily, thinking of our last encounter, thinking of what would have happen if I let him... I noticed that when I wasn't looking, he would turn his head and look at me. God, I wanted to know what he was thinking about.

I looked at the fire place and noticed that the fire was going out. I got up and slowly walked up grabbing the poker to move the logs around. I could feel my son's eyes on me, on my back... on my ass.

I leaned over, with my legs slightly apart and one hand on my knee, poking the fire. My short skirt that usually stopped half way up my thighs rode up a little exposing the upper thighs of my legs. The fire started again and I felt the heat radiate onto my body.

When I turned around and looked back I saw Tommy staring at my ass. Oh god, I couldn't get into this again... not now... not when my husband and daughter are in the house.

"Mom, you look great. That skirt is so hot and your blouse shows off your tits so well"

He was so upfront, so sure of himself.

"Tommyyyy... maybe you shouldn't think about my tits so much" I said standing there by the fire.

I didn't move... why, I don't know. Maybe because of the way he was looking at me.

"But I think that skirt would look even better if you raised it up a little" He said openly staring at my thighs.

"Ohhh Jesus Tommy... I can't... I shouldn't"

I already felt the warm sensation between my legs. Oh god... keep it in check... I have to keep it in check.

"Come on Mom... just a little... I just want to see your thighs, that's all"

I blushed. I felt like a little girl being asked to raise her skirt so the boy could peek at my panties, but this time that boy was my son. In that moment I remembered how wonderful his cock felt sliding down my throat and feeding me his cum. I slowly reached down and grabbed the edges of my skirt. Oh boy... just a little... maybe I'll show him just a little. Out of precaution I looked towards the stairs making sure no one was there that could see this. With my heart pounding in my chest I looked back at my son and raised my skirt up, little by little, until the edge stopped at my panties exposing my long tanned legs.

His eyes were wide watching me do it and I could tell he was very exited.

"Damn Mom this is so hot... I have to take some more pictures of you... don't move, please... I'll be right back"

He bolted for his room leaving me there by the fireplace. My mouth was so dry I could barely swallow as I stood there trembling, waiting for my son, knowing damn well where this could lead. God... why did I do this... why did I show him my thighs... like some... like some slut. He came down holding the camera.

"Ok Mom, now spread your legs apart more"

I looked down and realized that I haven't changed position that I still stood there holding my skirt up.

"Tommy... please... I don't think I should... not now" I mumbled.