My eyes closed tightly as I thought of a scenario to compliment my masturbation session. I imagined that Luke was seated beneath me. An expression of shock and awe on his face as I slowly ride his massive cock. I visualize him pulling my top over my head slowly. He wants to finally see my breasts in all of their glory. He’s hypnotized as he watches my bosom bounce in time to my deliberate movements.
My pace quickens as my orgasm nears. My mantra is to call out his name over and over again as I start cumming. I’m too engrossed in my fantasy to notice that Luke had come back home momentarily to retrieve his camera. He heard me calling out to him repeatedly from the living room.
Luke ambled to the kitchen to find out why I was calling him. Our eyes met when he walked in. He is frozen in place like a deer in the headlights. As I try to cover up my shame with the kitchen towel, the Red Bull squeezed out from between my sopping pussy. It slammed onto the floor with a thud and rolled to a stop by his feet.
When Luke glanced down at that can, he knew instantly what was going through my messed up head. I dropped down to the floor in a heap of tears. He picked me back up and placed me down on the chair I was riding moments earlier. I begin ranting through my tears:
“I’m so sorry Luke! I’m a horrible, horrible mother! After I saw that picture of your beautiful cock, I couldn’t stop thinking about it! It’s been eight months since I’ve had sex…maybe I’m going crazy? I didn’t know what to do! Aunt Lana said I should just use you as a fuck toy so I could scratch that itch!”
“You told Aunt Lara?”
“She even asked to see the pic! She wants to borrow you if I chickened out.”
“Mom, you’re not horrible. This all started because I was a drunken moron. I had no idea that you haven’t had sex in such a long time.”
“Luke, you are not supposed to know…or even want to know for that matter. I’m your mother!!”
“Everyone has needs mom. You…me…everyone! Just take a look at me for example. I’m a nineteen-year-old ball of hormones. I am literally popping wood multiple times a day. Do you remember when I saw you in your workout outfit last Saturday? I got a massive erection in seconds. I had to jerk off twice before my dick would go back down.”
“You did?” I asked, my breath hitched through my tears.
“Mom, I thought you were gorgeous before you started working out. Now you are ridiculously, smoking hot! You could be a lingerie model with that bod. All of my friend’s refer to you as, “the milf.” They’re shocked when I tell them you’re 40!”
Gently, Luke wiped the tears from my face as he said:
“Maybe you should take Aunt Lara’s advice.”
“Luke, you’re my son. It would be wrong on so many different levels! I don’t want to warp you too!”
“Mom, you are not going to warp my mind. Everyone has sex. Everyone has needs. I could be your friend with benefits. No one has to know what happens behind closed doors. I do hope you tell Aunt Lara though. I’ve had a crush on her since I started puberty.”
Luke pulled me up from the chair and gave me a kiss that he had never given me before. As I felt his tongue gingerly intertwine with mine, a moan escaped my lips as I shuddered with lust. I was expecting my psyche to be repulsed by what my son was doing to me. However, that feeling never surfaced. What did surface was pure, unadulterated lust.