He snickered a small laugh and shook his head. “No of course not mom, I’m glad you came. Anyway I wanted to show you this…” He went into the bedroom and retrieved a small collage he had made. It was an abstracted nude of a woman from the back and side. The face was turned away and my heart jumped when I thought that I wanted it to be me. I wanted it to be my body that my son was fashioning with his hands. At any rate I would have found it beautiful even if it wasn’t me and he weren’t my son. He handed it to me and said, “It’s for you mom.”
“Oh Adam, it’s great…I love it…you always do such nice things.”
He said quietly, “No mom, I don’t always do the nicest things.”
I wasn’t sure what he was referring to and I became alert. “What do you mean baby? You’re always so sweet and considerate.”
“Mom I did something I’m ashamed of with…this woman…and…”
“Oh honey,” I interrupted him in my nervousness. “When you’re with someone you love…it’s all okay as long as both of you…well…”
“Mom…listen…it’s hard to admit this but…she was asleep and I…I was sexual with her and I…”
I started breathing hard and I just decided to come out with it. “Baby…you didn’t do anything wrong…you did everything right…the woman loved everything you did…she loves you and…she felt that you loved her and she felt it every time you made her come.”
“Oh my God mom, you were awake? Oh Jesus…I just saw you and I couldn’t help it…you looked so beautiful…I wanted to…it’s been bothering me ever since.”
“It’s been bothering me too baby…bothering me that I wanted more of it…more of you.” I went to my son and we embraced. I kissed my son with a lover’s kiss and he responded in kind.
When I started unbuttoning him he said haltingly, “Is…this…okay mom?”
I told him, “I don’t know Adam…I don’t know.” And then our hands began to explore.
When my bra came off he looked at the breasts he had touched and fondled them in both his hands. His mouth went from nipple to nipple and he sucked hard as if trying to again taste the sweet milk I once gave him. I could feel the heat rising to my face as I put my hand on the big bulge between his legs. What am I doing? I thought. I had no answer and I kept on doing it.
My nipples prickled from my son’s attentions and I started feeling his tugs on the rubbery tips down to my pussy. When I managed to free his cock, I was surprised to feel how thick it was in my hand. With only a few strokes it stood out like an iron pipe. It had been so long since I’d had anything like it inside me. My first urge was to mount it and just hump until I came. I didn’t do it because I didn’t want my son to think I was a total crazy slut. Then I realized, what could he think anyway when he had his mother’s tit in his mouth and she had his cock in her hand? I tried to assuage my concern by getting him to tell me I wasn’t doing a terrible thing. “Is this okay baby? Does it feel good? Do you want to be doing this with your momma?”
“Oh yes mom…yes…yes.” He kept saying yes as he reached into my panties to touch the wet pussy he had sucked on so beautifully so long before. He brought his fingers to his lips and tasted my juices telling me, “I love the way you taste mom…I couldn’t get enough of it that night…I’ve wanted to taste you again for so long.”