She put that out of her mind as she spread her legs a little and let her fingers stroke the inside of her upper thighs. She placed the fingers of her right hand over her labia after a few seconds, to squeeze them tightly together with her clitoris in between. At the same time she brought her left hand up to her left breast and squeezed it again then pinched the nipple hard. She shivered with erotic pleasure, not so much from touching herself, but from thinking of what she wanted to do with her son.
Patricia closed her eyes as she continued to manipulate her breast and her labia and clitoris. She wanted to suck her son’s cock. The thought of that sent another delightful frission of pleasure through her body. Yes, she thought, I’ll take my son’s cock in my mouth, suck it and stroke just like I do with Michael and then Jacob will come in my mouth. I want to swallow my son’s cum straight from his cock. “Ooo-ooo-ooo!” Patricia wailed quietly. How wicked I am, she thought. But the idea of actually taking her son’s cock in her mouth, sucking and stroking it until it shot his thick, tangy cum down her throat excited her terribly.
She also wanted her son to go down on her. She hoped he liked doing that. She wanted to look down between her legs to watch her son licking, sucking, and eating her pussy, the pussy that had given birth to him.
Images flashed through Patricia’s brain, Jacob, the newborn, as the nurse put him on her chest shortly after his birth; bringing Jacob home from the hospital that cold, rainy February day, all wrapped up in a tight little bundle, him yawning and squeezing his left eye shut at the same time; Jacob’s first birthday; Jacob as a little boy excited about Christmas and Santa Claus; Jacob in middle school, then high school, then college, and now her little baby boy was a grown man, tall, handsome, and obviously, lusting after his mother.
Patricia stopped all movement and kept her eyes shut. It felt like her head was whirling. Oh God, can I really do this, she asked herself. She took a deep breath, held it for a couple of seconds then let it out. Her right hand squeezed her labia and clitoris again. Her left hand squeezed her breast then slid down over her belly and back up to capture it again. She pinched her nipple.
That is the past. Jacob is not a little baby anymore, she told herself. This is the present. He is an adult, a damned good-looking adult male who, if he weren’t my son, I wouldn’t have a problem having sex with him. Further, he masturbates thinking about me sexually and now I’m thinking about him sexually so why not have sex with him? I mean, now that I’ve been thinking about it, I do find my son sexually attractive. Okay, I’m rationalizing, she continued her inner conversation, but that doesn’t make it any less logical that, if he wants to be my lover and if that thought excites me and makes me want to be his lover, then there’s no logical reason why we shouldn’t be lovers.
At that point Patricia forced herself up out of bed. If she kept going, rubbing her pussy, pinching her nipple, thinking about Jacob, she would bring herself to orgasm. Today, however, she wanted her first orgasm to come, hopefully, from her son applying his mouth to her pussy. That thought sent a serious shiver of anticipation through her body.