Hot Tub With Son

Hot Tub With Son  72577

I had no idea my son was online sharing stories of our time together on this curious little site.  It is surprising to me that for a girl growing up in LA being as liberated as I was and quite open sexually as I had been, that I was initially reserved to share what happened online with my son.  He first told me about this site after saying he couldn’t keep it a secret anymore, and that’s honestly how I felt.  I had to tell someone!  But no way was I confiding in my therapist, my best friend, nor my sister and could never tell my husband for obvious reasons.  Whenever I’d try to open up to my son about it we’d inevitably wind up super horny and fooling around.  I was too nervous to write down what had happened for fear of someone finding it and outing me.  I was desperate to get it out, I’m not good at holding secrets, even my own!  So firstly my desire is to get the secret out so that it no longer follows me around in the back of my mind, it will help me process my emotions regarding what’s happened.  Second, after reading my son's version of things I was so turned on to know others found our affair so arousing which makes me want to have a turn sharing with you all something that’s brought me so much pleasure.  Finally, after reading so many other mother/son stories, I learned what a normal yet very special and emotional experience it can be to share and I see so many other mothers questioning “is it normal, is it right?” so I’m wanting to share my experience to give hope to other moms out there who have a curiosity but are afraid of “breaking the rules”.  So why not, what the heck, here goes nothing!

What started for him as a youth oh so many years ago was in no way anything I had anticipated.  I had grown up at the beach wearing bikinis and skinny-dipping whenever I could.  I was quite promiscuous growing up and all the way up until I got married when I was still a teenager I had as many as 5 different partners!  All of these were mediocre at best and nothing gave me any genuine satisfaction.  I got married early, marrying a man who was much older. After just one year of marriage I was pregnant, put on some weight and stretch marks started to appear causing my husband to lose interest.  It didn’t help that he’s always worked a graveyard shift leaving my bed empty 5 nights a week for the last 17 years.  I remained faithful to him that entire time although I’d convinced myself and rationalized that an affair would’ve been entirely appropriate given our marriage was only a marriage in the sense that we had a legally binding document.  In an attempt to seem desirable again I had taken up a variety of diets and work out classes and within a few years of John's birth I could’ve scored with any man I wanted, but my husband had let himself go; he gained a good 40 pounds and was balding.  Needless to say I invested in a high end vibrator and a few other toys!

Johnathan was an angel growing up.  It was basically just the 2 of us because his father was always at work in the evenings and asleep in the day.  From the moment he could walk he took after his mom, running around the house naked and skinny dipping like kids do, every time I’d strip down and jump in the pool and splash around with him.  We’d lounge around naked watching movies and have our occasional dip in the pool but soon he was growing older and he gained some awareness of himself and was embarrassed to be seen naked by his mom.

When he was away at school I’d always sneak out and skinny dip or work on my tan.  It didn’t dawn on me that he was spying on me which was flattering in an odd sort of way.  I indulged his interests on several occasions wanting him to see a healthy depiction of the female body.  I remember a few times I’d come in from tanning wearing nothing but my bottoms and he’d be inside “watching TV” but he was always seated in a chair that got more view of the pool deck than the TV.  I slowly put it together and figured he was starting to take a healthy notice in the opposite sex so I’d be much more obvious with my body and took every opportunity I could to be naked. Curiosity about bodies and sex peaks around that age, I felt much more comfortable knowing he could look my body rather than him get caught playing with someone else’s kid or looking at pornography. On a few occasions I’d offer for him to join me in a dip like we use to and he’d protest, “Mom I’m not a kid anymore!” So I’d jump in alone knowing full well he’d run to a window and watch me splash about naked.  I figured he would start looking at porn eventually which would give him a distorted perspective on the female body.  In an effort to shape him into a healthy young man with an appreciation for a woman I decided that I would present myself to him as often as I could and hope he would find me more desirable to look at instead of porn stars.

Even in the summer months when he would move into my bedroom to stay cool as his story implies, I would change out in the open to give him an unobstructed view.  I’d strip down at my dresser situated just to the side of the TV and I’d take a shower or a bath then come out and dry off at my dresser turning around letting him see all my sides.  I thought it was either this or porn and I wanted him to see a real woman in a context outside of sexual submission not some tailor made version of a woman built only to please.  One night as I’m coming out of the bath I was in a particularly playful mood and admired myself in the bathroom mirror around the corner and out of sight from my son not thinking about the layout of the rooms and how the bathroom mirror reflects off the bedroom mirror and at the right angle both mirrors line up for a clear view.  There I was with my back towards the mirror innocently bouncing my ass up and down when I spin around facing the mirror to admire my breasts and I see John reflected in the corner of the mirror staring at me with his little erection poking up under the sheets like a tent!

I was shocked but flattered at the sight of it but didn’t want to let on like I’d seen him fearing that’d I’d embarrass him beyond repair. I kept on admiring my breasts and kept checking the corner of the mirror to see if he was still looking, waiting for a moment when I could come in without surprising him.  There he was, my little boy with an obvious erection from secretly peeking at his mommy! I was so turned on knowing he was in so much pleasure all because of me.  A flurry of thoughts raced through my mind; I wonder how big it is, I wonder what his dick looks like, I wonder if he masturbated.  I think most mothers must wonder this about their sons at some point. I grew horny in my confidence and started touching myself hoping he’d start to jerk off.  I was being so dirty and gratuitous with myself, knowing he could see everything but he never took it out from the covers. Maybe he’s playing with himself under the covers I thought to myself.  I began to spread my pussy in the mirror and examine my clit secretly trying to coax him to take it out. What a tease I was being, it drove me wild.  I desperately wanted to share the moment with him but by this point I started to wonder if he even knew how to masturbate yet. 

Seizing the opportunity I went to the bedroom without dressing and sat on the bed next to him completely naked as he frantically tried to hide his erection deeper under the covers. I stopped him and told him it’s okay then asked if he ever masturbated.  He said no, so I hesitantly offered, “Would you like me to teach you?” His reply left me puzzled, he had no idea what it meant to masturbate. Should I show him? I thought to myself but settled on just giving him the sex talk which he groaned through in embarrassment.  He practically dozed off by the time I had finished explaining to him about oral sex so I shut the light in frustration and went to bed heeding the voice in the back of my head.  I fell asleep to conflicting thoughts and thankful that nothing happened between us that night but still wishing it had. That night had set a fire in me in regards to my son and my sexuality.  I was so hooked on the sight of him and had this fantasy on repeat in my head of him asking me to teach him how to masturbate and how girls masturbate and I’d show him. I had amassed such a large collection of fantasies of my son always too chicken to try them out. 

Flash forward through 4 long years of sexual agony to the day it all started. He graduated high school last May and sadly he was not accepted to any of his choice schools and had been waitlisted on a few others. I was very happy because I wanted him to stay home as long as he could still secretly dreaming deep down that my fantasies would come true.  His father wanted him gone on the first day of summer even though they practically never saw each other due to his night job.  John had been dating a nice girl who had moved off to college along with most of his friends and I could easily tell he was depressed.  I’ve been working a part time job the last year and a half so I’d come home in the late afternoon a little after John would get home from his classes and after my husband would leave for work.  My routine at the time was to come home from work usually around 3-4 o’clock and make dinner for John and I, sometimes he’d join me for a movie and eat with me, other times he’d just disappear upstairs coming down only for a snack every so often wearing basket ball shorts.  The best is when he didn’t wear boxers because then I’d get to see the outline of his cock bouncing around under his shorts which drove me wild enough to try and let him catch me.  In my fantasy he’d come from the kitchen on his way back upstairs and I’d be there spread wide on the couch going wild telling him the sight of his cock bulge made me horny for my son.  I never dared to try, I was such a chicken.  

One afternoon at work I had a terrible migraine and decided to go home at lunch.  I pull into the driveway and made my way to the front door.  I turn the knob stepping in and the first thing I see, clear through the house out the back window is John laying in my sun chair with his penis standing out and he’s humping hard into his fist.  I could’ve fainted.  This was one of my many fantasies coming to life right in front of me.  I stood there with the door wide open just ogling his masculinity.  In my fantasy I boldly step outside to greet him wearing the most gorgeous swimsuit and I seduce him.  But in reality I froze on the spot trying hard to swallow.  "Move damnit,” I told myself, “you’ll miss your chance if you just stand here,” so I shut the door and wandered closer, my eyes transfixed on him and his manhood.  Go out to him, I told myself over and over again but was too nervous. I kept my eyes on him feeling my way towards the back door like a blind woman along all the surfaces until I found the big arm chair by the back window and collapsed into it watching him, too afraid to go any farther.  As if I was programmed I immediately began touching my breasts focusing on his up and down strokes with his hand watching his hips rise and fall to meet his fist as he pumped his way towards climax.   I desperately wanted to go out to him, you’ll miss your only chance I thought again, but was still too afraid to approach him.  Soon my hand was buried down my pants and I was running my fingers through my patch of hair to my clit.  I was already sopping wet and shoved a finger inside my slit matching his rhythm imagining him taking me.  My pussy began gasping for breath as I came, spasm after quaking spasm sending gobs of ejaculate spewing across my hand and making a wet spot on my jeans. My body was in waves as if I was being tossed by the surf and I went for another but just as I was starting to cum again I see him shoot his beautiful load and knew he’d be coming inside soon.  He looked so peaceful and innocent laying there with his cum all over him, his erection slowly fading.  I fearfully imagined he’d be mad or angry if he came inside and saw me there with a giant wet spot in my pants so I got up and sprinted upstairs before he could come in and catch me.  I was in such a hurry that when I got upstairs I looked for my phone which would have been in my purse.  I panicked, where’s my purse.  I was searching but in vain, almost certainly I left it in the chair which means almost certainly John had found it and would almost certainly put two and two together coming to the conclusion that his mother was a sick, perverted, little slut for spying on him.  I was convinced he hated me.  Giving up in defeat I went downstairs to have dinner alone and watch a movie.

I sat alone for what seemed like eternity hoping he’d come down and be clueless about the whole thing or too shy to bring it up and life would just go on. Maybe he didn’t notice my purse sitting in the chair, maybe he saw it but it didn’t register that I was watching? Then I hear his bedroom door open and shut, the inevitable sound of his footsteps coming downstairs and then he rounds the corner waiving casually as he went to the kitchen and started making himself some food.  Call it a mother’s intuition but I knew he was well aware that I’d seen him.  He was nervous and fidgety, clumsily knocking things over in the kitchen and making small talk.  I humored him as long as I could, thinking of a way to bring it up but nothing seemed like it would work. “That was really nice seeing you jerk off today,” no that won’t work. I couldn’t just keep quiet, my baby was all grown up and I was so proud and impressed by him and I was so horny for him.  Quick think of something I tell myself, “I would’ve liked to join you in the yard this afternoon and helped you with that massive erection,” no that wouldn’t do either.  I panicked as he shuts the kitchen light and moves towards the stairs. I forget the exact wording but I put on my sexiest smile in hopes of seducing him, stammered after him and said something along the lines of, “It’s okay if you want a tan but you need to be careful that our neighbors don’t see you masturbating and have a heart attack”.  I half winked at him trying to be sly.  I felt so foolish as soon as I had said it.  Really, masturbate?  Be careful nobody sees you?  Such a ridiculous “mom” thing to say. Not sexy in the slightest; a reprimand.  Great I’ve probably scarred him for life and now I’ll never get to have him.

I was right, he turned bright red and apologized.  He just stood there apologizing and I could tell I needed to say something before he ran upstairs and out of my life in perpetual shame. I walked towards him saying it was okay, doing my best to downplay the whole thing.  Reading his story I couldn’t be more relieved to learn that he was overwhelmed with pride when he learned that I had in fact seen him.  I assume that most boys are just testosterone fueled sex bombs who are horny 24/7 and that there must be some inborn sexual tendency towards their mothers and they probably fantasize about their mother's sexual approval.  There’s something primal in the mother-son bond that starts at birth and builds through nursing and sharing baths as a baby.  You raise him to be a man and you watch him grow into that man and for most mothers I imagine there’s an innate desire to see your little boy behave like a man in that special way.  Then when they start masturbating and you begin to find cum stains in their little underwear when you do the laundry there’s a humbling sense of pride that he’s growing up into your little man. We stood there at the base of the stairs talking openly for a short while, I let him know it was normal and okay to masturbate. Had I known that he wanted to show me I think we’d have both wound up going all the way right then and there!  

It must’ve been a good 2-3 days later when it all came up again.  It was really late and I had gone to bed sleeping soundly until I was awoken by the sound of the back door sliding shut, this somewhat alarmed me. Hearing the humming of our hot tub I quietly got out of bed and slunk to the window.  It was a full moon, the yard was clearly illuminated and right there in the moonlight I saw John gliding across the lawn completely nude!  This was it, my heart raced, now’s my chance.  I made my way over to my dresser and fished around for my most revealing swimsuit but couldn’t find it. Hurry up, I told myself searching and searching for something to put on that would be sexy enough, cursing at myself under my breath, you’re going to miss it.  Fed up with frustration I surrendered to the dark and crept over to the window.  Sure enough he was sitting in the hot tub.  I could barely make out his arm moving around under water.  I couldn’t see a thing and wanted to get a better look.  I quickly made the decision to sneak outside and watch him from the shadows.  My nerves had me shaking from head to toe in anticipation.  I stepped out from my bedroom and began to walk down the hallway.  As I passed by his room I made out a feint, muffled moaning as if someone was having sex.  Curiosity got the better of me and I made a slight detour.

I entered his room which was dark except for the computer screen glowing in the corner.  Although I couldn’t see the screen I knew immediately he had been watching porn by the moaning coming from the speakers. Curious as to what kind of porn he watched I crept over and sat down in his chair.  Then I heard it, “Mommy you’re going to make it cum”.  There was an older woman maybe in her 40's jerking and sucking at the cock of this young handsome boy who looked like he had probably just turned 18.  The woman looked very much like myself; a brunette with a nice natural C cup and large protruding nipples, fit, toned and athletic with a dense patch of pubic hair that covered her entire vulva except for where her oversized labia dangled down through her bush.  This was such a turn on, he kept building and building telling his mommy he was ready to cum and finally she let him and she held his penis between her spread legs and let him cum all over her hairy pussy.  I was now soaked and went to rewind so I could get myself off watching it from the beginning imagining it was John and me.  As the video was loading it went quiet and I suddenly heard the downstairs door shut and the sound of feet in the hall.  I debated, do I fling myself on his bed and start fucking myself or do I leave? Once again panicking got the better of me and I raced out of his room but it was too late.  He was right there reaching for the handle when I opened the door.  

There he was standing almost half a foot over me, dripping wet and completely naked.  I lost my breath and played it off like I was yawning.  He was perfect, an Adonis.  He was covering himself with one hand and reaching for the door with his other leaving me with a nice view of his wonderful body. I played dumb like I was half asleep and heard a noise thinking it was an intruder so I went to his room for safety.  This would be my chance.  He’ll see I’m afraid and invite me in to cuddle and that’s when I’ll pounce him, I thought wildly to myself.  This was not the case. He seemed quite agitated and annoyed that he had been caught which was contrary to his now slowly inflating penis which he was struggling to conceal behind his now 2 clasped hands.  His balls were protruding out from the sides and beginning to raise up as he grew.  I was hesitant to continue seeing how flustered he was but then I realized I was staring right at his cock pointing straight out at me as he tried and tried to cover it up.  Maybe I can get him to confess then I’ll call him a naughty boy and reach out and take him by the penis and lead him into his room where we’d watch mommy porn and play until morning.  He could have had me right then and there if he wanted to, my pussy was aching and I could feel myself starting to get really wet.  I got him to admit he was skinny dipping, I began to eye him up and down clearly hinting that I was checking him out.  Any moment now he’ll make his move, I thought impatiently.  I even flirted with him slightly teasing him as I bit my bottom lip asking if he enjoyed himself.  This is it, any second he’s going to make a move.  But no, he practically yelled at me to move aside so he could get dressed. My heart sunk, maybe he doesn’t want me after all.  In sad frustration I move aside and let him know I saw his porn hoping maybe he’d understand I was okay with it and change his mind at the last second but the door slammed as he went in not even mentioning it.  

It didn’t dawn on me until then that he was just bad with women and couldn’t take any clues.  If anything was going to happen, I would have to initiate it, I had concluded.  I felt so stupid thinking of all the times in the past week that I could have seduced him, kicking myself for my hesitation. I began to devise a plot and played through all my fantasies from over the years trying to think of the most reasonable one I could let play out.  By and by it became obvious.  Each night for the past few nights I had noticed that he was waiting for me to fall asleep, then he’d sneak out to the hot tub and jerk off for a while then he’d come back in to his room. I bet he thought he was being so sneaky, but mommy always knows.  I spied on him several times as I gathered courage to hatch my plan.  Each night he’d tiptoe across the lawn butt naked with his penis bobbing along leading the way to the hot tub where he'd sit and masturbate for about 15 minutes before coming upstairs.  A few days went by and soon I had his routine down like clockwork, now I just needed to find a good moment to ambush him.  

The whole next day I was nervous.  I had the day off from work and went about my day in a haze counting down the clock to “The Magic Hour” as I kept referring to it in my head.  I had butterflies swirling around my stomach in anticipation of that night, I felt like a school girl again pursuing a crush!  I tried to watch a movie but that didn’t help.  I tried doing some house work but it was no use, I was too anxious, so I got my dildo which helped temporarily.  Finally John came home at around 4pm and I made us his favorite dinner fixed up all nice for him. During dinner I could hardly contain my excitement knowing that in less than 5 hours I’d be sneaking out to surprise him in his moment of glory and it would all be easy after that.  He joined me for a movie after dinner and went upstairs to “go to bed” immediately afterwards.  I told him goodnight and that I was going to bed too.  I went to my room to warm up.  One hour left I squealed to myself excitedly. 

Sure enough 11:25pm rolled around and I hear him shut his door, footsteps down the hall, sliding door squeaking shut, hot tub humming.  I quickly changed into my most revealing nighty; a sheer white body tight skirt with no panties.  I snuck out my door, past his room where the sound of moaning once again could be heard.  I took a quick peek at his screen, more mommy porn!  It was a sign, I told myself, tonight was the night!  Creeping downstairs I could feel my nervous jitters taking over. My legs were like jello my hands were shaking.  I quietly slipped outside and moved along in the shadows towards the hot tub.  I could hear him letting out little hums of pleasure and could just barely make out his figure in the hot tub.  I felt like a ninja stealthily moving towards her target.  Now what, I paused, do I jump in? Do I call out to him? Then it hit me, I’ll flip the light on before he cums and invite myself in while he’s least expecting it.  I found the light switch on the panel and waited for his breathing to grow heavy.  Less than a minute passed when I heard him groan, there was a violent splashing in the water.  Now or never I told myself, with a flip of the switch the lights flashed on revealing the most godly man I’d ever seen, arched back, dick out spewing jets of cum out all over himself.  His eyes jolted open as he flung himself down into the water attempting to hide.  

As coyly as I could I asked, biting my lip, “Oh what are you up to now?!” I used my most sultry voice.  He tried to play dumb saying he was just out for to relax.  “Mmmhmm, relaxing”, I teased him playfully as I draped my feet over the edge of the tub making sure to part my legs as I sat down on the ledge. My pussy was basically staring him right in the face from under my nighty.  He sat quietly glancing from my eyes to my legs and kept trying to initiate small talk but I was not going to let this moment get away from me again.  I swished my feet around in the water, exclaiming how nice the water was as I deliberately placed my foot directly over the nearest jet, calming the water and clearing the bubbles leaving him completely in the open.  I made a soft moaning sound of approval at the sight of his erection.  I gasped pretending to be in shock, offering to leave as I stood up and turned to get out, allowing my nighty to rise up and over my naked ass shoving it right in his face and rolling my hips gently letting my vulva waft in his direction.  If he didn’t take the hint then it was never going to happen.  The seconds seemed to pass like an eternity, waiting for him to say anything.  Just as I was starting to feel stupid standing there shoving my pussy in his face  I heard him telling me to stay.  Turning around slowly I argued playfully giving him one last chance to call it off, “Are you sure?  As you can see I don’t have my swimsuit!” How could he resist? 

He couldn’t!  Standing straight up out of the water revealing his tight muscular chest and arms completely dripping wet, his strong jaw and facial hair all accentuated by his throbbing manhood, making it clear that he didn’t have his suit either!  I gazed upon him like a dog looks at a treat, exclaiming how breathtaking he was.  He was beaming proudly with the most handsome smile I had ever seen.  That level of confidence, seeing how proud he was, how excited he was to show me his body was one of the happiest I’ve ever been as a parent, it was extremely arousing too.  I stripped down out of my nightie and stood there letting him eye me up and down before I plopped down into the warm water. I settled myself back against one of the jets allowing the bubbles to subside in front of me so that he could get a good view, he sat across from me doing the same.  We sat there talking, looking at each other taking it all in.  It was such a relief to finally be able to open up with him about our bodies, love, sex and masturbation.  I had to confess that I had seen him in the yard that one day I came home early and that I struggled with going out and joining him.  We laughed good at that, and we laughed when I told him all about my plan to sneak out and surprise him.  He told me how glad he was and how much he wanted to do something like this, too.  

After what must’ve been an hour of talking I decided I needed to cool off so I hopped out of the tub being as gratuitous as I could showing off my body to him, feeling really sexy and naughty making sure he was paying attention; I loved showing off.  I wanted him so bad but there was no rush now that it was all out in the open.  I’d have considered myself lucky if this was as far as it had ever gotten, but admittedly I wanted more!  He followed me into the pool and I was happy to see him sporting a nice hard erection, I smirked at him complimenting his size and he smiled widely.  It felt so good to be honest and to no longer have this secret kept to myself.  He jumped in splashing me playfully so I splashed back and we had a little water fight like when he was young.  He dove under the water and swam straight for me swimming gracefully between my legs and without thinking I grabbed his butt enthusiastically as he swam past, when he came up for air I yelled out, “Tag you’re it!” An exciting and very arousing game of tag followed where we groped and prodded another, grasping and swatting playfully under the water swimming about but in truth neither of us minded being tagged.  He would let his erection brush up against me and I’d reach out letting my hand slide against it, sending shivers of forbidden excitement down my spine.  We’d catch a glance and smile affectionately then dive back down and swim past each other again letting our fingertips wander about touching freely whatever we pleased.  Soon enough we were both exhausted.  I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted any other man and desired to subdue him and take him but was content with how things had gone and didn’t want to lose what we had shared, not knowing if he wanted me in the same way.  

After a while we decided we were both tired and climbed out of the pool heading upstairs and saying our good nights.  I wanted to cuddle him to sleep, I was so emotional and needed his warmth but thought the worst if my husband came home to see us snuggled up together naked in bed.  He reached his bedroom door and I kissed his cheek goodnight saying what an incredible night I had shared with him and hoped he enjoyed himself too.  He kissed me back on my cheek saying he loved me which was the only answer I needed.  As soon as his door shut I rushed to my bedroom throwing myself on the bed and collapsed in blissful warmth like a girl who just had her first kiss.  My emotions were fickle leaving me feel both satisfied and needing more.  I played it all back over through my head every last detail from the shape of his cock to the firmness of his muscles and how nice his little ass felt in my hand.  I was so wet and horny I began to climax before I even put a finger to my skin.  I went for it wildly, moaning and screaming with pleasure not caring at all if John heard me, in fact I was hoping he’d hear and come running but he never did much to my dismay.  Why wasn’t he coming for me, I began to wonder, was he upset?  Did I take it too far?  I began to worry that I’d scarred him.  

The next morning I was so mad at myself thinking I had destroyed our relationship.  I went for a drive to calm down and give him some privacy half hoping when I returned he’d be tanning out back and I could pick up where we left off.  He wasn’t.  He was in the kitchen fixing himself lunch, I offered to help but he shrugged me off and hurried upstairs.  It was over I feared. The rest of the day I sat worrying and stressing out thinking the worst.  But how?  How could it be? I tried reasoning with myself. Surely he had a fun time too, I mean, his cock certainly communicated that.  I needed to know but was too anxious to approach him directly.  I must’ve come up with a dozen ways of learning the truth, each as silly as the next.  I felt helpless and went up to bed conceding defeat, tossing and turning unable to sleep.

Then I heard it, the hot tub switching on, the back door closing and footsteps leading back up the stairs towards John’s room where he’d wait about 15 minutes for the water to warm up.  The clock was ticking, now was my last opportunity to find out once and for all if he wanted me.  I threw caution to the wind and stripped down right there in my room and as quietly and stealthily as I could I made my way down to the hot tub and snuck in quietly laying in wait like a tigress for her prey.  As I sat there waiting I was so anxious and impatient, what in the heck am I doing I wondered.  I began to panic as the stress mounted, I shouldn’t be doing this, there’s no way he wants me.  I moved to get out but then the back door slid open and he came walking out completely naked. Well it looks like this is happening, too late, I froze keeping as still as I could hiding in the back corner of the tub.  My heart was pounding as he came closer; oh my god, oh my god, oh my god is all I could think.  Then he was stepping down into the water, “Oh my god” turned into “oh no" as I pressed myself as far back as I could avoiding giving myself away.  

He sat across from me and began humping at one of the jets.  I slid forward slightly and reached out into the darkness trying to touch him and found one of his legs and gave it a subtle stroke with my fingers.  He jumped back in fright and I touched him again this time putting my entire hand on his back and sliding it down to his ass where I gave him a strong squeeze.  I heard him ask into the shadows, “Mom?” I replied with a soft yes as I gently eased him back into my lap, telling him it was all going to be okay.  He seemed somewhat reluctant but I held tight to his hips with one hand, wrapped my arm over his shoulders pressing him into my chest letting my boobs squish up against his back, my nipples digging into his soft flesh.  I felt his body relax and sink into my grasp.  

I began to rub my hands all over him feeling his firm muscles, “Mommy’s got you,” I kept repeating in his ear, kissing him gently working my hands down his legs massaging him as I went, building the tension between us.  Then, without warning I moved my hand straight down and took hold of his cock like it was the throttle of a fighter jet. I felt his entire body shudder in a wave of ecstasy and he issued a little moan. I didn’t stroke him, rather, I just held on slowly tightening my grip on his shaft feeling his pulse beating in his throbbing dick.  I studied the shape of him with my fingers lightly tracing the tip and glands of his penis head, feeling him twitching with the slightest movement of my fingers,  I reached down with my other hand and lightly cupped his balls, my god they were so full, round and firm.  I slowly took one testicle in my fingertips rolling and feeling him all over, then his other testicle into mommy's hands, then held them both in my palm and massaged them gently together listening to him moan and whimper.  I began making firm little circles with my thumb all over the head of his cock while my grip remained fastened to his shaft, asking how it felt and telling him what a sexy dick he had. All he could do was nod and whimper at me as I smiled back down at him still resting in my breasts.  I moved my hand from his scrotum down to his asshole wondering if he ever stimulated his prostate knowing how important that is to male sexual health and function.  I’ll give it a try and see if he protests; he didn’t.  I circled his anus several times massaging it with my finger, loosening his little hole.  He lifted his legs up a little allowing me better access and signaling he was ready with an eager nod.  I kissed him on his forehead as I slowly inserted my finger knuckle deep right into his warm little hole pressing hard along the walls of his ass up towards his p-spot.  He squirmed in my arms, bingo!  I found it!  He was practically humping into my fist with his cock so I let him have some fun, pulling my finger out and pushing it back in with each of his thrusts, focusing hard on his prostate.  Then without warning I slipped another finger inside him up to my knuckle this time and felt his cock twitch hard in my hand as he sucked on my fingers with his anus.  This was such a magical experience, I was full of emotions and so happy for my little man.  I smiled so big at him, staring into each other's eyes he smiled back and kept humping.  He had really powerful thrusts and was practically riding my fingers in and out of his bottom now as he moved his hips up and down.  I was so turned on and horny that I needed some attention to myself before he came. 

“Mommy’s turn,” I commanded him as I stood up.  I was full of confidence now that we were so open and comfortable. I turned around and climbed onto the pool deck on my hands and knees, bending down low and sticking my ass up in the air and exposing my entire back end to him.  There was a rush of forbidden excitement as I arched my hips back into his face.  He slapped my ass which made me feel so sexy, I stuck my ass out farther and he gave me another firm slap, so I reached around behind me spreading my cheeks wide open for him showing him both of my holes. Again another hard slap, he swatted me over and over, each time I stuck my butt out farther and spread myself wider for him talking so dirty and inviting him to keep spanking mommy’s naughty little ass.  “Spank mommy’s pussy baby, spank mommy right here on her dirty pussy,” I remember telling him, spreading myself as far as I could and he slapped my cunt again. On the last swat at my pussy he kept his hand there holding me with his palm covering my entire vulva.  Then he began to firmly rub me all over from my asshole to my clit, up and down in slow, hard motions.  I squatted farther back telling him harder as he rubbed me. A warm familiar shudder crept up through my body starting deep in my vagina and moving in waves up my body to my head which was drowning in emotional waves of love and pleasure.  I could feel my vaginal opening begin to quiver and felt a nice warm wetness developing inside me and leaking out of my hole signaling I was ready for his fingers to fill me up.  As if he had read my mind he asked if he could put his finger inside me which I nodded eagerly.  I moved my hand between my legs and carefully parted my labia exposing my hole, gaping it wide open with my fingers giving my approval, “Put it right here in mommy’s little hole okay baby?” I encouraged him.  He stuck his finger in timidly and I sucked it right up.  Starting slowly he explored my pussy feeling his way along the inside pressing firmly on every square inch.  He built up speed fingering me faster driving me wild.

Again I shuddered and felt the warmth building in my pussy which was swelling up with pressure inside with every thrust going deeper. “Give mommy another sweetheart,” I demanded he fill me up, 2 fingers now caressing my g-spot, then 3.  I started grinding my hips back and forth rubbing my clit with one hand, spreading my ass open with the other I bounced back and forth on his fingers bringing my swollen pussy close to the tipping point.  Feeling my swollen pussy tightening up around his fingers I grabbed his hand and held him right when I needed it. He pushed down hard on my G-spot causing me to spasm hard contracting in orgasmic waves of pleasure sending a literal wave of squirt out of my now gaping pussy.  He kept going causing my pussy to swell up once more then I’d give a little push and gush out all down his hand.  I came a good five times squirting hard as he fingered me.

I felt bad making him do all this work and desperately yearned for his cock.  I turned around and ordered him to come sit next to me while I started to stroke him once more.  He leaned back closing his eyes and it was then that I got a terribly nasty idea that filled me with a hot passion and sense of arousal.  I glanced to make sure his eyes were closed tight and without saying anything I leaned forward and shoved him deep into my mouth starting to suck him.  He sat up in shock putting his hand on my head starting to say something as if to protest but I sucked on ever harder deep throating him till his balls touched my chin.  That quieted him down real quick, he paused mid sentence and once again closed his eyes in pleasure letting me continue my treat.  I held him as far back in my throat as I could letting myself gag a little on his penis.  My tongue wrapped around his shaft feeling the contour of his veins and foreskin letting the tip of his quivering head rest against my tonsils.  After a few moments I began to gag hard and started to suck up and down.  He enthusiastically started thrusting into my mouth with a hurried confidence that made my pussy ache with desire.  He grabbed my hair and humped into my face forcing himself down my throat making me gag leaving me feel so naughty and sexy.  I needed to get off again but couldn’t find the power in me to stop sucking him, he was so delicious and sexy I had no intention of letting go.  I tried rubbing my clit as I sucked him but it was no use.  I decided to mount him and let him lick me while I sucked.  Once I was in position squatting over his face I slowly lowered myself down to his awaiting mouth.  He kissed me so tenderly and passionately, nibbling so gently on my lips and clit, parting me open and kissing my pussy hole, the same hole I birthed him from just 18 years ago.  It was such a nourishing and humbling experience that truly put a forbidden yet sexy perspective on life that made me horny with passion.  I squatted lower allowing the full weight of my ass to smush down on his face, feeling him wrap his arms around my hips and pull open my cheeks to get his mouth deeper.  The feeling of him nursing my swollen clit sent me into overdrive with feelings of emotional bliss I couldn’t hold on much more.  I was now grinding my pussy on his face while sucking him as far down my throat as I could take him, slurping and gagging on him just as eagerly as he was licking me.  I could feel my pussy swelling again, filling up with squirt, the pressure mounting in the walls of my vagina made me feel so tight and ready to burst.  I felt my son's balls tremble in my hand as the twitching of his penis intensified, he was ready to cum too.  I held him as close as I could letting our naked bodies melt together, sticking him down my throat and began to swallow hard letting my muscles milk the cum out of him.  His balls shuddered as his hips started rocking uncontrollably and all his creamy man cum leaked down my throat swallowing to his last drop.  At the same time I started cumming hard, bucking like a wild horse with my hips rising up to squirt my juices into his mouth then immediately slamming back down and letting my hairy pussy massage it roughly into his face, sloshing around repeatedly working it in, then back up letting my squirt run freely down into his open mouth over and over until I had no more squirt left and his balls were completely drained.  

I sat up and unpinned him from between my legs with a huge exhausted sigh of relieve before I quietly slipped into the pool to cool off leaving him sitting there in a sort of dreamlike haze. I’ll always remember that grin as wide as I’d ever seen, proudly dazed with mommy squirt still glistening on his face. I asked him what he thought and it turned out that he shared my desires and fantasies, longing for that moment just as I had been. I praised him in affirmation for his efforts and talked openly about all my fantasies going back to the night I gave him the sex talk, confiding in him that I wanted to teach him about masturbation and show him how.  I teased him about his mommy porn, telling him how grateful I was to have found it, otherwise I would have never had the courage, telling him we’d have to watch some together some time and play out the scenario! 

“You want to do this again?” I remember he exclaimed sounding surprised. I was worried that his tone implied disgust at me and feeling very self conscious I stammered out my reply saying only if he was okay with it and that I didn’t want to pressure him. 

“Mom that was one of the most rewarding and gratifying experiences of my life, of course I want to continue to play with you and learn about your body,” his words made me shiver with happiness and overwhelming relief.  Any twinge of guilt I had or feelings of indecency had vanished.  I grabbed him up in the biggest hug and kissed him on his sweet little mouth and we made out a little before climbing out of the pool and disappearing upstairs to our rooms for bed.  As badly as I needed to be close to him and cuddle I thought it best to sleep in our own beds since my husband would be home by morning and we each feared him catching on.  

As Johnathan's story mentions, we continued to fool around for days after that night even though it was the weekend and my husband would be home.  I couldn’t stand the thought of 2 whole days without him and half way through the day Saturday I called him to my room where we made out and fondled each other a bit while the husband was out doing yard work.  Later we passed each other in the hall and I gave him a playful swat on his behind.  At dinner that night he gently rubbed my leg under the table eyeing me seductively, letting me know he loved me.  I fondly remember giving him a little hand job while watching a movie one night while my husband dozed on the couch.  I longed for his cock and felt it creeping up on me throughout the movie so I kept a close watch on my husband's eyes waiting for them to close before I gave Johnny his little surprise.  

On Monday my heart was broken, but at the same time very elated for my son who received a late acceptance letter for one of the schools he was wait listed for. I held back tears and felt so many different emotions that my head was spinning.  I needed to go lay down.  Leaving him alone with my husband in the kitchen I took off to my bed and collapsed into tears.  It was too funny now thinking how upset I felt.  He would only be moving less than 100 miles and going to one of the most prestigious schools in the entire state, plus he wouldn’t be leaving until the end of summer which gave me 3 months with him.  And let me tell you, those three long magical months will never be forgotten. As much as I’d like to share these memories with you all I see I’ve practically written an essay and must spare you all another half hour of reading.  Johnathan Has been away at school for the Fall semester and will be coming home in a few weeks for the Winter Break and I already have so many fun things planned for us!  I will see if he wants to co-write our next tale with me covering all the naughty bits of our summer together.  

One last thought for all you mothers out there, I hope my story gives you courage and confidence to take a chance if you’ve ever noticed these desires in your relationship with your son.  They are normal feelings and in my opinion very healthy to explore only as long as your son shares your sentiment.  He may leave you clues or you may leave subtle hints for him to test the waters and if the coast looks clear I say take the plunge!  There’s nothing more special to me now about my relationship with John which I’ll fondly cherish for the rest of my life.  The emotional satisfaction and bond we’ve formed is a whole different level than anything I’ve ever imagined possible between a mother and son.  Please leave a comment to share your experiences or ask questions, we’ll do our best to reply!