Thank you for all the encouraging feedback, especially from those of you who shared your personal experiences with me. I welcome your feedback on Part 2 and would like to hear from those who have had personal experiences involving a family member. Look for Part 3 in about a month. Thanks to my editors for their help.

Chapter 2

I woke up bright and early Sunday morning. Ray had already left for his school where he was a member of the Drama Club. They were rehearsing for a forthcoming play. The events of the last two days had turned my world upside down. The encounters with my Son had left me shaken and on edge. I did not know what to make of all the new feelings and desires that had germinated within me. How am I supposed to face my own Son knowing about his secret desires and worse, that I too am infected by the same malignancies of incestuous desire? How am I to deal with the shameful knowledge that I am attracted to my own son?

My mind replayed the images in the magazine that I found in Ray's room. I rationalized that all teen boys look at sex magazines, yet this magazine was different. This was not Playboy or Penthouse but hardcore incest. I wondered if there were other mothers who had sex with their sons. Were there families that practiced incest? Or was it just me who was living in my own bubble, unaware of what was happening all around me in the real world?

These thoughts swirled in my head as I walked over to the kitchen to make my morning coffee. I thought about the dreaded phone call I had to make to Brenda, Bobby's mom. I wanted to ask her about the incest magazine and Ray's comments that "Bobby and his mom are very close".

The answer seemed obvious: if Brenda gave the magazine to her son, and he and his mom are apparently so close, then Brenda must have been having sex with her own son! She was committing incest. I did not know what else to think.

I wondered how I would begin the awkward conversation with Brenda. I struggled to reconcile my feelings about her. On one hand, Brenda was one of my closest friends and we shared so much together. We had raised our sons side by side and shared many secrets. Our husbands even played golf together. After her divorce from Nick, her ex-husband, we became even closer and shared our heartaches and happy moments. We were like sisters.

On the other hand, Brenda may lead a secret life. She may be having sex with her son. This Brenda was a stranger to me; a stranger with a dark, secretive side. A chill ran down my spine as I thought about this possibility.

I finished my coffee and headed to the living room to call Brenda. I nervously dialed her phone number, my hands shaking, my heart racing. Brenda answered the phone and we exchanged some pleasantries. She mentioned that she and Bobby were going to Santa Cruz to enjoy the beach and whether I wanted to join them. I told her I needed to talk to her. She picked up on the serious tone in my voice and asked:

"Sue, is everything OK? You don't sound well."

I told her about the incest magazine I found in Ray's room. He said he had received the magazine from Bobby. Was this true?

"Brenda, do you know what I am talking about? Do you know if Bobby gave the magazine to my son. Does Bobby read such magazines? This is not mainstream porn for heaven's sake! This is incest!" I said trying very hard to stay calm in spite of my heart thumping in my chest.

There was dead silence on the phone. It seems as if Brenda had dropped the phone.

Finally, she said, "Oh My God Sue, I am so embarrassed. I had no idea Bobby told anyone about that magazine. Oh, no... Jesus..." She stammered incoherently struggling to find the right words.

"Brenda, what are you saying? I don't believe this. Why would Bobby read such a magazine and where would he get such a magazine anyway? Do you even know the kind of pictures that are in that magazine?" I asked in a condescending tone.

She remained silent.

"Brenda, my son said Bobby got the magazine from you. Is that true? You gave that magazine to your son?" I asked. She remained silent for a few more moments until finally she found the nerve to respond.

"Yes, I gave him the magazine. I just ... just ... I don't know what to tell you," she said in a quiet voice.

Another awkward silence ensued.

"Sue, please... try to understand... the divorce devastated mine and Bobby's life. All we had was one another. We cried together and comforted each other. Don't you remember what a basket case I was when Nick abandoned us?" she pleaded looking for some sign of understanding on my part. "The loneliness and heartache became too much for both of us. So we turned to each other. I know society does not approve of such behavior, but we had few choices. Sue, I don't expect you to agree with me, but as my friend can you at least understand our situation? Can you at least do that?" she begged. "Sue I don't want to discuss this over the phone. Can I come over, please? Lets talk in person; I don't want to do this over the phone."

I agreed and quickly hung up the phone. I walked over to the family room and sat down on the couch trying to fit the pieces of this puzzle. I saw the incest magazine still sitting on the table, just where I had left it yesterday. Dare I look at it again?

I could not resist. I picked up the magazine and with shaking fingers turned the pages. My pussy was soaked as I looked at the mother-son photos. Now the faces were of Brenda and her son in my mind: perverted images of Brenda kneeling in front of her son and sucking his cock; images of Brenda masturbating her Son into her open mouth; images of both of them proudly staring at the camera, smiling as Bobby's cock was fully inside his mother; more images of Brenda smiling while spreading her legs wide open for her son; her fingers spreading her pussy lips to show her son her forbidden passage, a place where a Son must never go.

Each image was more explicit and forbidden than the last.

My heart was thumping in my chest and to my horror my pussy began to moisten, just like last night. I could not get the vile images out of my mind. I became immobilized. It was as if my body had taken over and my brain was no longer in command. I shut my eyes and squeezed my thighs hoping to stem the flow of nectar from my pussy, but that only magnified the throbbing between my legs. The seepage from my pussy had become a flood and my panties were now soaked.

Good Lord, what was happening to me? Why was becoming so aroused by incestuous thoughts and images? Was it the taboo nature of the act that aroused me to such a fevered pitch? My pussy throbbed as I pondered the reasons for my body's carnal response.

Since Brenda would be here in a few minutes, I hurried upstairs and jumped in the shower as if to cleanse my body and mind and regain my composure. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature as hot as I could stand it. I wanted to scrub my body of its shameful desires.

As I soaped by body, my fingers brushed across my slick pussy and swollen clit eliciting a loud moan. I rubbed it again and fingered my vulva and soon was openly masturbating. Two fingers penetrated my overheated pussy, thumbing my clit, pinching my nipples, finger fucking myself. I closed my eyes and again erotic images reappeared in my mind. This time images of my own son reading the incest magazine flashed in my mind. His hand was fisting his stiff cock while his other hand fondling his swollen balls. He masturbated jerking his hips in time with his fist, grunting as he approached his climax until finally a torrent of cum shot out of his young cock.

These thoughts and the images made me swoon and soon my legs shook as an orgasm swept through me with intensity. My weak knees could no longer support my weight as I slid along the shower wall and ended up on the floor. The water spray cascaded over my naked body, hopefully washing away my sinful desires. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the post orgasmic bliss as my breathing slowly returned to normal.

After a few minutes, I got up and toweled my hair and body. In spite of my orgasm, my nipples remained stiff and my breasts seemed fuller and more sensitive than usual. I put on a simple dress. I did not bother wearing a bra or panties or any makeup. Just then the doorbell rang and I went downstairs to meet Brenda. I quietly let her in and she followed me to the living room where we sat down facing each other. She avoided my gaze preferring instead to look down at her lap almost in a submissive, defensive posture. Just as well, I thought, otherwise she may be able to see right through me and discover that I too was aroused by incestuous thoughts. I felt so transparent.

I remained silent, giving Brenda the opportunity to start the conversation. After a few seconds of awkward silence, she spoke.

"Sue I know you must think I am horrible, but please try to understand our situation. After Nick left us two years ago, our lives were shattered. All we had was each other. One thing led to another and before I knew it, we were comforting each other emotionally and physically," she explained as she finally had the courage to look into my eyes. I noticed her eyes were wet and pleading. She appeared uncomfortable and was deeply affected by the current circumstances.

I did not want to interrupt her, so I let her continue.

"I know society condemns such things, but I am sure there are other moms who are intimate with their sons. I can't believe that I am the only person to have crossed the line. Like you, I love my son very much and would not do anything to harm him. I am sure you know that," she continued. I felt she was talking to herself almost as much as she was speaking to me.

"How long have you two been doing this? How did it start?" I asked. I was hoping to learn from her experience and perhaps it might help me deal with own.

She explained that they had been doing it for about a year. It stared when she walked in to Bobby's room and caught him masturbating. He had a pair of her lace panties around his swollen cock as he jacked off furiously. His eyes were closed so he was unaware of her presence. He continued to masturbate till he spurted his cum all over his belly. As he spurted, he moaned "Mama, mama ooh my mama... aaah..." as pearly cream spewed out of the tip of his cock as he continued to rub her panties over his cock.

"I was shocked to hear him call for his mother while masturbating. It was bad enough he was jerking off into my panties but calling out for me as he came had me shaking my head," Brenda said.

"Then he opened his eyes and saw me standing at the door of his room. He was horrified and screamed 'MOM... What are you doing here?' He frantically pulled the bed sheet over his groin and covered his eyes with his forearm refusing to look at me. I could feel the deep sense of shame and embarrassment that my boy felt at that moment. So rather than make a scene, I decided to comfort him and alleviate his shame. Was that so wrong? After all, he was all I had left in my life and the last thing I wanted to do was to alienate him and drive a wedge between us," Brenda explained.

Brenda said that she walked over to sit down on the bed. Bobby was still too ashamed to look at his mother. So she explained to him that she was shocked but not angry with him. She told him she loved him very much and understood that teen boys masturbate and often have a crush on their mommies. He was not the first boy to think of his mother "that way". She kissed his forehead as a gesture of reassurance and slowly he moved his arm and looked at her. Finally, he looked at her.

"Sue he looked like a scared puppy. He looked so adorable. I just wanted to hold him," she explained.

I was speechless. Here was my best friend telling me how she seduced her own boy and I was spellbound. Yet, I did not feel any of my earlier revulsion. I let Brenda continue.

"I looked into his puppy eyes and honestly, I never felt closer to my son. I leaned over and kissed him again, this time fully on his lips. This was not a mother to son kiss, but a man to woman kiss. He was startled a bit but quickly returned the kiss. As the kiss lingered, it became very passionate and soon I crawled into my son's bed. I was still clothed but he was as naked as the day he was born," she said with pride.

"I get the picture, you don't need to go into details," I chided her. Yet, I was fascinated by her story. "Brenda, he is your son. How could you have sex with your own son?" I questioned.

"I struggled with my feelings for a while," she replied.

"But given the loneliness and heartache I had endured, I gave in to my desires. Plus, Bobby needed his mother and he was sexually starved, so I felt it was my duty as a mother to help and comfort my child. No mother wants to see their child suffer," she explained. "Sue, I also want you to know that the last year has been my happiest. I feel like my boy has come home to his mother. I feel so close to him. Bobby also told me he is happiest when he is in his mother's arms where I feel he belongs and as a bonus, his grades have improved."

I became aroused by her story and her explanations. My pussy became moist. I wondered how I would feel if my son was between my legs. Would I feel the same level of closeness and warmth?

She explained that by keeping him sexually fulfilled at home, she protects her son from the nasty, slutty girls at his school who tease him mercilessly. This way she protects Bobby from sexual diseases or getting some girl pregnant. Another advantage is that she herself is sexually fulfilled and no longer has to date a bunch of creepy men. Bobby takes care of his mommy every day and every night.

"In fact, he has moved into my bedroom, so he can take care of his mommy 2 or 3 times a day!" she proudly announced.

"Sue, I am not telling you what to do. I am just telling you what has worked for us. We no longer hide our affection and our feelings for each other. There were no more secrets in our house. One of our favorite activities is to go on-line together to check out websites related to family love."

I was genuinely moved by Brenda's honesty. I was intrigued and aroused. I decided to reciprocate and confess my feelings to her since she had been so candid and open. I no longer felt any revulsion that she had sex with her teen son. Instead, I had feelings of understanding and reconciliation.

"Brenda, I have something to confess also," I said.

I told her about the events of the last 2 days and how Ray is obsessed with incestuous thoughts about his mother. I told her about his constant peeping and trying to touch me and rub against. Then I find the magazine "Mothers and Sons" and a pair of my panties on his bed. I had no idea what he was doing with them, although after Brenda's description of Bobby masturbating with her panties, I could guess.

"Yesterday, he hugged me from behind while I was in the kitchen. I felt his thick cock against my ass. He kept trying to push it into my ass. It seemed like he was dry humping me," I told Brenda.

Brenda interrupted me. "Sue, like Bobby, Ray needs his mother too, can't you see that? The poor boy must be suffering so much. His hormones must be driving him crazy and he needs relief. You know he is such a good boy."

I told her about how I too had become attracted and very aroused by his behavior. I told her about the vivid images of my son that flash through my mind.

"Sue, listen to me. You both need each other. I am sure you can see that, and Ray is just like Bobby. The two of them could be brothers. Both are blessed with strong sexual desires for their mothers. So instead of making our sons feel guilty, I think it is better to allow their feelings to blossom and celebrate their youthful desires. Why should we punish them for what is a very natural response among young boys? " she said.

I understood. My son was suffering and was turning to his mother for relief. So I asked, "Brenda, you could be right, so what do you suggest I do?"

"Well, first you have to make him feel comfortable around you. I suggest you start wearing more revealing clothes around the house. You have such a nice figure, why do you hide it? When Ray stares at your breasts, just smile and don't make him feel guilty. Around our house, I wear skimpy clothes and you should see the reaction, or shall I say erections, I get from Bobby! You also know all boys are attracted to their mother's breasts, so I am sure you can figure out what to do." She smiled looking at my jutting breasts.

"May I also suggest hugging him and perhaps kissing him on his cheek and lips? Let him feel his mother's body and don't push him away when he rubs himself on you. Closeness is to be encouraged since it builds trust and a physical bond between a mother and her son." She continued, "I did the same thing with Bobby. Every time Bobby hugs me, I can feel his cock. Rather than push him away, I allow him to rub his stiff erection all over my body. Usually, we end up kissing and well ... I am sure you can figure out the rest..." she concluded.

"Well Sue, I hope I did not shock you too much with my revelations. As I said, we are both very happy and that is the most important thing," she said.

With those remarks she got up and headed for the front door. I gave her a warm hug and a kiss. I told her she was very special and I loved her as one of my closest friends. While leaving, she looked down at my blouse and saw my stiff nipples proudly forming two little tents.

"Oh my, look at you," she smiled with approval. "Now go and take care of your son... and don't forget to tell me about it! Bye".

Chapter 3

As Brenda left, I went back to my bedroom to lie down and compose my thoughts. Ray would not be home for another hour, so I took the time to think about what I should do. I took Brenda's advice and stopped feeling guilty and start giving my son the physical affection he needed. The nagging voices telling me that incest was evil were becoming faint. My son's needs were taking priority over societal norms and values.

I shivered at the thought of many indulgences that were waiting for both of us. For the second time today, my pussy became wet and the familiar spasms returned even though I had masturbated earlier this morning. While I wanted so much to scratch the itch between my legs, I got up and went to my closet to wear something sexy. I wanted to surprise my beautiful boy when he returned home.

I selected a tight fitting cami top with a low neckline and spaghetti straps. My grapefruit sized breasts formed an alluring cleavage that would be hard to miss. My stiff nipples poked out of the fabric like small headlights. Given my son's fascination with my breasts, I know he would be drawn to them like bees to honey. To complement my top, I selected a skirt that ended just above my knees. The skirt was loose fitting and provided tantalizing views of my naked thighs as I moved about. I did not bother wearing any nylons so my son could stare at my naked legs and thighs. I wore sexy, high-cut panties that pushed into my pussy. I applied only light makeup and a dab of my favorite perfume and I was ready to face my son.

I looked in the mirror and was amazed at my sexy transformation. I smiled as I thought how my son could resist his sexy, sultry mother. Well, I did not have long to wait, since he would be home soon. I went downstairs and turned on the TV. As I sat on the couch, the loose skirt rode up my legs displaying a generous amount of my thighs. From the right vantage point, my son could look all the way between my thighs and even see my panties. I shivered at the possibilities.

As I leaned forward to grab the magazine from the table, my size 38D breasts bulged out of the camisole threatening to pop out in all their naked glory. I adjusted my top slightly but to no avail. The cami was too low cut to offer much cover. My generous cleavage would be on display for my son see. My nipples were sticking out proudly as if to announce of my arousal. My legs were slightly open hinting of the treasures that lay between them.
As I flicked through the TV channels, I heard Ray outside the door fumbling with the door key. He was about to enter, so I held my breath. My heart was beating feverishly.

"Hi mom," he announced as he walked in the family room.

"Hi baby, did you have a good rehearsal?" I answered. I purposely avoided making eye contact. I wanted to know if he noticed my risqué attire. I wanted to see if he was affected by his mother's clothing. Almost immediately I head him gasp.

"Wow, mama, you ... you... look... so nice," he said. He was openly staring at me and just as I expected, his eyes were fixated on my deep cleavage. I pretended not to notice his gawking.

"Well thank you, darling. What a nice thing to say," I said finally looking at him. His face looked flushed. He had that confused look about him as if he had seen a ghost. I smiled at him, but my smile seemed to go unnoticed.

"Well, baby, did you have a nice rehearsal?" I asked trying to nudge him from starting at his big-titted mother. "Come here, Ray," I told him but he seemed immobilized. I got up and started to walk towards him. As I rose, my breasts bulged out and I heard him gasp.

"Sweetie, come here," I said again, a bit louder this time. He finally came towards me and into my open arms. My breasts pushed into his chest. I am sure he felt their size and warmth. How could he not?

"What's the matter baby, cat got your tongue"? I asked. "Or don't you love your mommy anymore?" I continued while I hugged my son. "Just the other day, you kept telling me how much you loved me, remember? Or were you just kidding me?" I pouted.

"Well... eh... mmm... I thought you might be still upset with me... you know... about the magazine," he said in a shy, hesitant tone.

"No sweetie. I am not upset anymore. I am sorry I over-reacted. I guess I forgot that you are not my little boy any more. You are all grown up and I have to give you privacy. I know how teenage boys are and how they are constantly looking at girls and how their hormones are very active... and... and... that they have strong urges," I told him.

I walked him over to the couch where we sat down holding hands and facing each other, my breasts pointing at him provocatively. The generous cleavage had the desired effect; again my son's eyes were drawn to my breasts and stiff nipples tenting the thin cami.

"Now tell me, why do you want to look at such magazines? Most teen boys look at magazines like Playboy or Penthouse. Why do you look at a magazine involving mothers and sons?" I wanted to know.

He reluctantly looked up at my face and said, "I don't know mom. I have always been turned on by thoughts of mothers and sons and boys touching their moms. I know I am not supposed to think about these things, but I guess I did not care. The more I thought about it, the more turned on I would get. When Bobby showed me the magazine, I realized I was not the only boy who thought about his mother in a sexual way," he confessed. "Then Bobby told me about his mom and all the things they did. I started imagining about you and wondered if we could be like Bobby and him mom. I hope you are not upset and think that I am some kind of freak or weirdo," he said looking into my eyes and seeking some reassurance.

"Oh, honey," I said, "mommy understands. I had no idea you had such deep feelings towards me. But you have to understand how wrong all this is. Mommies are supposed to love and protect their kids from such things. Not have sex them. Can you understand that?" I asked.

Ray seemed unmoved. He said, "But I get so turned on when I think about you and touching you. What am I supposed to do?"

"Well, what DO you do?" I inquired.

"I go to the bathroom or to my room and... and... mmm... you know... I touch my self," he said and looked down trying to avoid my gaze.

I wanted details, so I pressed him. "What do you do Ray, what do you touch?"

"I touch myself, you know, I touch my penis because it gets so stiff, so I touch it and jerk it and make it feel good till this goo comes out," he said as his eyes returned back to my breasts. It seems our conversation was affecting my son. I glanced down at his crotch and sure enough, his pants were sharply tented.

My son's words also made me shiver and my pussy became damp. I imagined my son jerking off with images of his mother. When I looked down at his crotch, I noticed the unmistakable bulge. It seemed like I was not the only one affected by this conversation.

"I understand, baby. Mommy understands. All boys do this and play with their cocks," I reassured him. I think my use of the word cock surprised him.

"But mom, Bobby and his mom are very close. Why can't we be close just like them?" he asked.

"I don't believe that. What exactly did Bobby tell you?" I asked even though I knew Bobby and his mom were having sex together.

"Bobby said he and his mom kiss and hug and then he touches her, you know, all over. His mom lets him play with her boobs and even lets him look at them when she is naked. She also touches his penis and plays with it till he shoots his goo," he said. "Bobby even takes a shower with his mom and then she kisses his penis and when he squirts his goo, he told me his mom swallows it."

I shivered hearing such graphic descriptions of Brenda and her son. My damp pussy was now soaking wet. The conversation was quickly spinning out of control. So in order to regain control, I told Ray that I loved him very much and wanted him to be happy. I told him I wanted to be close to him also -- like a mother and her son. The reality was that I could not resist my son and wanted him as much as he wanted his mother.

He did not know to interpret my words, so I leaned over and kissed him on his forehead. His arms went around me. I kissed him again on his lips. It started as a slow, tentative peck on his lips but soon grew in its intensity and passion. His tongue pushed past my lips and tried to enter my mouth. I clenched my teeth to deny him entry. He persisted. Eventually, I stopped resisting and his tongue entered my mouth.

I moaned as our tongues intertwined in a forbidden dance. The kiss seemed to go on and on till I pushed him back. I was breathless. This time it was my son who leaned towards me for another kiss. I could not resist. Another passionate, forbidden kiss ensued. After a few seconds my son buried his face into my shoulder and began to suck on my neck.

I remember Brenda telling me not to push my son away when he wanted to be close to his mother, so I allowed my son to do as he pleased. I ran my fingers through his hair as a silent gesture that he could continue to kiss his Mother, and even go further if he so wanted. With his face buried in my neck, he did not have to look at me or make eye contact, so he could continue fondling his mother any way he wanted.

I felt his right hand dip down and his fingers began to caress the top of my breasts. Then, ever so slowly, he moved his fingers lower until he felt my top. As he continued to kiss and suck on the side of my neck, his fingers slipped inside my top as he continued to feel the softness of my breast.

My heart beating wildly, my pussy gushing its nectar, I gasped as I felt his finger move down further, nearing the erect nipple. Just then, his fingers seemed to stop their movement and began to feel the areole and the ridges around my nipple; his fingers made small circles. I closed my eyes and gave in to the voluptuous feelings. Then, almost as if by its own accord, my right hand moved to his crotch. My son gasped as I felt his hardness. He jerked as if he had felt an electric shock. He pulled away to look into my eyes.

We stared at each other. The powerful emotions sweeping over us made words unnecessary. We both understood that we were crossing a line and our relationship was about to change forever. What we were about to do could not be undone. I closed the gap between us and kissed my son on his lips. Our kiss went on and on and soon his hands returned to my breast. He reached into my top to continue where he had left off, slipping his fingers further this time they scraped my areole and then advanced towards the nipple.

I, too, continued where I had left off and rubbed the front of his pants and was rewarded with more gasps. I increased pressure as I continued to rub his cock back and forth. I used my thumb to rub his cock back and forth while increasing pressure with each pass.

My son moaned into my mouth, or was that me?

As I rubbed my son's cock through his pants, images of another scene flashed into my head. I remember that movie scene where the late actress Jill Clayburgh rubbed her son's cock though his pants in the movie "La Luna". I was doing exactly the same thing.

I reached between his legs and cupped his balls and cock. With his cock and balls fully trapped in my hand, I began a slow massage. Even though his pants were separating my hand from his naked cock, I could feel its heat and its throbbing.

"Ah mama," he cried out in lust as he pulled away from my lips and buried his face once again into my shoulder. Once again, he began fondling my breasts. Then he withdrew his hand and moved it to my shoulder. Slowly and with some hesitation, he lowered the strap on my left shoulder. As he pulled it down, more and more of my breast came into view. I wanted my son to see my breast. Slowly, his hands came down and slipped inside the cami and captured my nipple. Then he pinched it.

"Oh Baby..." I moaned as I shivered with lust. He rubbed the nipple back and forth just like I was rubbing and fondling his cock. I undid his belt in the hope that I could feel his naked cock in my hands. I did manage to undo his belt and then lowered his zipper but it was not possible to lower his pants any further since he was sitting down. So I reached inside and this time I felt his cock through his underwear. I reached under and once again captured his cock and balls in my hand. His underwear was wet with pre-cum. His cock pulsed in my hand as if it were alive.

Only a thin layer of cloth separated me from my son! I savored the moment. I did not want to let go of my boy's cock.

While I was mesmerized by his cock, Ray lowered the other strap of my top and soon both of my breasts were on display. He began to maul and fondle both breasts. His long repressed desires and fantasies were coming to life. His desires to be "close" to his mother were finally becoming a reality.

I desperately wanted to feel my son's naked cock, so I snaked my hand inside his underwear. He shuddered and groaned as I made such intimate contact. My fingers curled around its length. Again, I closed my eyes allowing myself to savor this precious moment. I did not want this to end. I was holding my beautiful boy's cock in my hand. His cock was not particularly large, but had this delightful foreskin since he had not been circumcised. I felt every ridge, vain and contour as it pulsed in my hand.

Slowly, I began to jack him off: back and forth, slowly. I wanted to give my son the greatest amount of pleasure. He moaned, "Ahhhhh... Mama... Mama..." as his breathing became harsher and labored. He tried jerking his hip, trying to hump my hand but that was not possible given our sitting position.

As I continued to jerk his cock, I used my thumb to smear the pre-cum on the head of his glorious cock with each stroke. This made this cock drool even more pre-cum. His groans became louder as he continued to maul my breasts. I tightened my hold on his cock and resumed sliding my hand up and down. I could only imagine what was going on inside my son's head. Years of incestuous fantasies and unmet desires were surfacing. I wanted to prolong my son's pleasure and allow him to indulge in his incestuous fantasies.

For me, the sheer taboo nature of the act had set my pussy on fire. It was as if a dam had burst and now I could not get enough of my son. I arched my back and thrust my breasts into his hands encouraging him to do as he wished. He squeezed them together and watched the deep cleavage. I put my hand behind his head and he buried his face in my ample cleavage. I pushed his head lower hoping he would lick and suck my elongated nipples. He did as I expected and had latched on to my left nipple with his mouth. Immediately, his tongue began to wash over the nipple. I groaned and tightened my grip around his cock jerking him more urgently.

Ray groaned into my breasts and then his body shook and heaved like he was having a heart attack. He cried out, "Ahhhh yeeeea, mama, mama..." as his cock jerked in my hand and erupted. I desperately wanted to feel his warm cum, so I moved my hand over the head of his spewing cock. In this position, I felt jet after jet of my boy's precious cum as it flooded into my hand. Warm, thick cum from all the incestuous lust that built up in my son was finally coming out.

To further inflame his senses, I whispered, "Yes, baby, let it all come out. Let it all go. That's a good boy, yes, yes, mmmm... You're such a big boy... Yes, just like that." Then, to prolong his pleasure, I moved my cum-soaked hand to cup his balls. I slowly massaged them, coaxing them to give up their precious fluid.

Ray groaned even louder as another volley of cum shot out of this cock. He cried out in pleasure. The spurting began to slow and subside. I moved my hands to his cock, massaging him slowly. He slumped against my shoulder. The incredible orgasm had drained him of his lust and his energy.

While my son's lust had been satisfied, I was still on fire. My dripping pussy begged for relief. I thought about going to the bathroom and sitting on the toilet while I rubbed my cunt and gained relief. The idea seemed ludicrous. I did not want to break the warm embrace with my son. If I was going to cum then I would do so in his arms - just as he had cum in my arms.

I extracted my hand from his soaked underwear and moved my fingers to my thighs and then slipped my hand inside my panties. Ray's cum was still on my hands as it intermixed with my own juices. I was shaking as my fingers slid along the groove of my pussy, back and forth, stopping to tease and tweak my clit. After a few more sweeps I plunged 2 of my fingers deep into my cunt. I gasped at the intensity of my pleasure. I finger fucked myself as I held my son with the other arm. He seemed to be oblivious to my plunging fingers. Could he not feel my jerking hand?

I continued and soon it was I who moaned and convulsed as a wave of pleasure swept over me. I cried out in pleasure and bit my lip to avoid screaming. My pussy shuddered and squirted some of my feminine nectar.

I withdrew my fingers and brought them to my lips. I licked some of my juice and then moved them to my son's lips. I dragged my wet fingers across his lips and then kissed his lips. It was as if to seal our incestuous love. I don't believe I have ever felt closer to another person as I did with my son. Brenda was right. There is no better feeling than that of loving your son physically and emotionally.

Our relationship was now changed forever. Soon we would be traveling down a new and different road. A journey we would take together both as mother and son, and man and woman. I felt no guilt or shame by what happened between us.