I wanted to keep the mother and son relationship because it was the fact that it was Tom, that it was my son, that it was incest, that turned me on so much.
I wanted to be mummy having illicit sex with her son.
This was evident none more so than the day I found myself in his room. I must be truthful, I had gone to seek him out simply because I needed him to fuck me (my vocabulary was changing all the time) I was wet and horny and I wanted his big cock. I simply lie back on his bed, spread my legs and invited him into me. As Tom took me I was suddenly struck with an amazing sensation. Here I was in my son’s room as he fucked me, yet it was the surroundings and their implication which I found were turning me on.
There all around me, were the trappings of a young boy’s room. I was making love to my own son underneath all the posters of football teams, rock bands and celebrity women. The room was untidy and had clothes strewn around the floor and there was a heady smell, which seemed to be a mixture of stale sweat (and semen?) It was just like I imagined a boy’s locker room to be and the fantasy took hold of me.
When my son fucked me to orgasm in that environment, it was a raw, dirty and lustful climax pounded into me by my rutting and grunting son. In the aftermath of the sex, I needed to empty and clean myself and I had to go back to my bathroom. Standing to leave, I still felt the raw dirty sensation that being fucked in a young boys room was giving me and I walked deliberately slowly across the landing and into my own room, so that the cum had ample time to spill from my gaping, freshly fucked pussy and run down my legs.
It was the first time in my life that I had experienced the feeling of being turned on by being raw, sordid, filthy and dirty. I felt nasty and damn sexy.
I would soon be Tom’s birthday and I had a plan to make it as wonderful for him as I could.
As I had tidied his room one day I found a few girlie mags. I was hurt at first and thought,
“Am I not good enough for him?” but I soon realised it was just the habits of a horny young boy, but I did give me my idea.
I booked a hotel and train tickets to London, I was going to have a weekend city break with Tom for his nineteenth birthday and I went shopping for a new outfit (or two).
On arriving in the city, I waited until everyone else from the train had dispersed and we were alone before I said to Tom.
“Ok darling, you want me as your woman, you want to be able to be with me openly and not have me push you away.”
I hesitated for a while as the implication slowly spread across his face.
“For this weekend I am Becky your girl. You can have me anytime you please and in any way you please. Tom’s face was a picture when I continued. I am your birthday present darling and for the next three days I am yours full time.”
Tom looked just about to burst with happiness,
“Oh Becky you have no idea how much in love with you I am and what you have just said, makes me the happiest man in the world.” he said beaming.