Straight Female / 44
At the age of seven my son Max lost his father in a building trade accident. At the age of fifteen he was involved in a car accident due to him and the older so called friends he was with, drinking cider. It left Max wheelchair bound and in need of constant care because of his lower back injuries and the loss of his lower right arm. He was still the same young energetic Max, but couldn't get about as much or easily as he wanted to.
Now aged nineteen, using a more appropriate sportier type of wheelchair, he began to have steroid treatment to help with his varied conditions because he was enjoying playing lots of sports. A consequence of the steroids were him having painful erections. I'd hear him often masturbating and knew he was frustrated because of his limitations. Eventually last month I asked him when I'd listened to him struggle to satisfy himself in his room, if he'd like me to arrange a female escort to satisfy his needs. Max flew of the handle and told me to fuck off and get out of his room. Telling me he didn't want some scaggy bitch touching him.
What he hadn't done though was cover himself up, and I saw my sons cock which I'd helped bathe lots of times since the car accident, was a lot lot bigger than I thought it might be.
I'm not sure how things got out of hand that evening, but they did. Later on he wheeled himself into our adapted kitchen and sat there semi naked. His penis was semi erect and he'd obviously been playing with it. Looking up at me as I was making our evening meal, my own son said "I don't want just anyone mum, don't you know it's you, I'd want you to do it".
We had a huge argument then, with me trying to explain how wrong that would be, yet through all of the long drawn out argument, I couldn't stop looking at his gorgeous looking cock. Max is a bright kid and knows how to push my buttons, and he found my weakness to sex by saying "If it was dad asking you to help me, you'd be sucking my dick right now". The flash back I had of me pleasing my husband in the same kitchen made my pussy quiver. I knew it had been so long for me since I'd last had sex, and Max knew it too. Moving his t-shirt up I saw his cock pulsing and I just couldn't help myself.
Kneeling down in front of Max, I took hold of my sons cock and opened my mouth. Even though I knew it was wrong, the feeling of his cock sliding over my tongue felt amazing. I knew straight away we'd both enjoy what I was about to do and I also knew if he asked me to, I'd take my own sons cock inside my pussy.
Every inch of his cock I pleasured with my lips mouth and hands. His moans grew and grew and he began as best he could to move up into my mouth. But I had control and knew just how to make my son happy. Standing up, I removed my dress and then my bran and knickers. The look on Max's face was one of pure lust and love. Bending over from my waist, I sucked on his cock som more then stood back up. Wheeling him into the lift we'd had fitted, we traveled up to his room which it directly opened into to. Taking him over to his adapted bed (Raises and lowers) I helped him to lie down and then masturbated him for quite some time. Max kept on looking at my breasts, but wouldn't touch them, not until I placed his left hand onto them. As soon as I did, he asked me if I'd make him cum.
He probably thought I'd suck him again, but by then I was totally involved and willing to do anything for him. Moving his arm, I straddled my son, took hold of his ragingly hard cock and guided it to my pussy opening. Sinking down in one long press, I took his full length deep inside me and felt an overwhelming feeling I was doing the right thing.
Putting my hands ont his chest and looking directly into his eyes, I fucked my son, I gave myself to him and let him feel my pussy tighten around his delicious cock.
The length of time since I last had sex was three years, and that was a disaster. With Max that evening it was sublime, it was for me and I'm sure him too, perfect. Fucking him as hard and as deep as I could manage that first time, I allowed myself to see my sons sexual release as my way of giving, my pure and innocent motherly duty.
My orgasm was so energetic, so earth shattering I actually cried. Max's cock was raging inside of me and I knew he wasn't far from his climax. The surge of emotion and sexual release was palpable between us and I felt his cock erupt up inside my pussy.
It was done, we both knew it was only the beginning, yet I still found it difficult to kiss him when he asked me to. Even so, I did lean over and French kiss with my own son, and we carried on kissing until his cock slipped out me as well as his cum.
The morning after he thanked me as I helped him bathe. His cock rose and he knew i'd take care of it. This time I sucked him off and kept on sucking long after he'd cum and I'd swallowed his seed. We slept together that night in his room, with me again mounting Max. Although Max had grown more confident himself, using his fingers to stimulate my clit as I bounced up and down on his cock.
And so it has been between us this past month. almost as though we are husband and wife. I've had my double bed moved to his room although it doesn't raise and lower, we're still able to use it as i help Max in and out. Every part of sex we've now explored, and I found a new found love of anal sex. As for Max he now tells me he adores his mother sitting on his face, something I must admit he's extremely good at, licking out my pussy and arsehole.
We're aware it's a taboo subject, but then who are we hurting, no one... So into our future we travel, and we'll travel it together as mum and son, but also as lovers.
Now aged nineteen, using a more appropriate sportier type of wheelchair, he began to have steroid treatment to help with his varied conditions because he was enjoying playing lots of sports. A consequence of the steroids were him having painful erections. I'd hear him often masturbating and knew he was frustrated because of his limitations. Eventually last month I asked him when I'd listened to him struggle to satisfy himself in his room, if he'd like me to arrange a female escort to satisfy his needs. Max flew of the handle and told me to fuck off and get out of his room. Telling me he didn't want some scaggy bitch touching him.
What he hadn't done though was cover himself up, and I saw my sons cock which I'd helped bathe lots of times since the car accident, was a lot lot bigger than I thought it might be.
I'm not sure how things got out of hand that evening, but they did. Later on he wheeled himself into our adapted kitchen and sat there semi naked. His penis was semi erect and he'd obviously been playing with it. Looking up at me as I was making our evening meal, my own son said "I don't want just anyone mum, don't you know it's you, I'd want you to do it".
We had a huge argument then, with me trying to explain how wrong that would be, yet through all of the long drawn out argument, I couldn't stop looking at his gorgeous looking cock. Max is a bright kid and knows how to push my buttons, and he found my weakness to sex by saying "If it was dad asking you to help me, you'd be sucking my dick right now". The flash back I had of me pleasing my husband in the same kitchen made my pussy quiver. I knew it had been so long for me since I'd last had sex, and Max knew it too. Moving his t-shirt up I saw his cock pulsing and I just couldn't help myself.
Kneeling down in front of Max, I took hold of my sons cock and opened my mouth. Even though I knew it was wrong, the feeling of his cock sliding over my tongue felt amazing. I knew straight away we'd both enjoy what I was about to do and I also knew if he asked me to, I'd take my own sons cock inside my pussy.
Every inch of his cock I pleasured with my lips mouth and hands. His moans grew and grew and he began as best he could to move up into my mouth. But I had control and knew just how to make my son happy. Standing up, I removed my dress and then my bran and knickers. The look on Max's face was one of pure lust and love. Bending over from my waist, I sucked on his cock som more then stood back up. Wheeling him into the lift we'd had fitted, we traveled up to his room which it directly opened into to. Taking him over to his adapted bed (Raises and lowers) I helped him to lie down and then masturbated him for quite some time. Max kept on looking at my breasts, but wouldn't touch them, not until I placed his left hand onto them. As soon as I did, he asked me if I'd make him cum.
He probably thought I'd suck him again, but by then I was totally involved and willing to do anything for him. Moving his arm, I straddled my son, took hold of his ragingly hard cock and guided it to my pussy opening. Sinking down in one long press, I took his full length deep inside me and felt an overwhelming feeling I was doing the right thing.
Putting my hands ont his chest and looking directly into his eyes, I fucked my son, I gave myself to him and let him feel my pussy tighten around his delicious cock.
The length of time since I last had sex was three years, and that was a disaster. With Max that evening it was sublime, it was for me and I'm sure him too, perfect. Fucking him as hard and as deep as I could manage that first time, I allowed myself to see my sons sexual release as my way of giving, my pure and innocent motherly duty.
My orgasm was so energetic, so earth shattering I actually cried. Max's cock was raging inside of me and I knew he wasn't far from his climax. The surge of emotion and sexual release was palpable between us and I felt his cock erupt up inside my pussy.
It was done, we both knew it was only the beginning, yet I still found it difficult to kiss him when he asked me to. Even so, I did lean over and French kiss with my own son, and we carried on kissing until his cock slipped out me as well as his cum.
The morning after he thanked me as I helped him bathe. His cock rose and he knew i'd take care of it. This time I sucked him off and kept on sucking long after he'd cum and I'd swallowed his seed. We slept together that night in his room, with me again mounting Max. Although Max had grown more confident himself, using his fingers to stimulate my clit as I bounced up and down on his cock.
And so it has been between us this past month. almost as though we are husband and wife. I've had my double bed moved to his room although it doesn't raise and lower, we're still able to use it as i help Max in and out. Every part of sex we've now explored, and I found a new found love of anal sex. As for Max he now tells me he adores his mother sitting on his face, something I must admit he's extremely good at, licking out my pussy and arsehole.
We're aware it's a taboo subject, but then who are we hurting, no one... So into our future we travel, and we'll travel it together as mum and son, but also as lovers.
