Mother Takes Son’s Virginity by A Writer
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Continuation from Mother & Virgin Son series , (Jessica)
As I wake up the next morning with a sore throat courtesy of my son relentlessly face fucking me a few hours ago, Trevor is in the shower. Yesterday afternoon, I was looking forward to a lazy Saturday after a stressful week at work. Then last night happened and I’m immediately nervous that Dylan or I will somehow accidentally reveal our secret to my husband. That makes me feel sick to my stomach with anxiety. Then, I sit up and Trevor opens the bathroom door with a cloud of steam escaping.
(Trevor)
“Hey, love. Sorry I couldn’t stay awake last night. I passed out at around 9:00. How’d your presentations at work go?”
(Jessica)
“Huh? Oh, good.” It’s hard to concentrate on Trevor’s voice while thinking about what I did last night.
(Trevor)
“You okay?”
(Jessica)
I can’t do or say anything to make him suspicious. “Yeah, yeah. I have a sore throat and it’s hard for me to talk. I think it’s from talking non-stop yesterday.”
(Trevor)
“Okay. Well, it’s almost 8:00, so I’ll go downstairs and get some coffee going for us. See you down there whenever.”
(Jessica)
I give him a nod and he leaves the room wearing an old t-shirt and pajama pants. Once he’s out of my sight, I fall back onto my pillow and reflect on the night before. Just thinking about it with images of gobbling up my son’s cock, balls, and cum flashing through my head instantly turns me on and I start playing with my clit. As I showered last night, I wondered how I’d feel after sleeping on it. Aside from anxiety from being found out, I have no regrets and am excited to take it further when given the chance. It doesn’t take long to get myself off, so I head to the bathroom and complete my morning routine.
I put on the same loose t-shirt from last night with a pair of lime green yoga pants since my shorts got soaked. My new ensemble is not an accident. I know exactly what I’m doing. After applying a bit of eyeliner and pulling my hair into a ponytail, I head downstairs to find an empty family room and kitchen. Trevor must be checking his work e-mail. I go to his office and as expected, I find him at his desk in front of his work laptop with morning news on the TV. “Hey, you hungry?”
(Trevor)
“Uhhhhhh, yes. I got an e-mail saying I need to go out-of-state next Saturday and won’t get back until late that Wednesday.”
(Jessica)
“Shoot.” YES! Four uninterrupted nights alone with Dylan. That’s the kind of opportunity I was hoping for. “Are you going to be in here for a while dealing with work?”
(Trevor)
“Yep, looks that way.”
(Jessica)
“Okay. I’m going to make some eggs and toast. You hang out in here and I’ll bring them in.”
(Trevor)
“Thank you, dear.”
(Jessica)
A few minutes pass by and I’m adding eggs in the pan when I hear footsteps ascending the basement stairs, then the door opens and closes. I keep my back to Dylan and let my yoga pants do their job.
(Dylan)
God. There’s my slut mother making breakfast wearing that shirt again with tight yoga pants that are absolutely clinging to her bubble butt. There’s an obvious crease defining her deep butt crack. It looks like two balls divided perfectly in half. I approach her quietly and push into her backside so that I can easily feel her up from behind.
(Jessica)
“Mmmmmm. Morning, baby.” Dylan pushing against me feels good, comforting.
(Dylan)
“Morning, Mom.” I can’t resist touching her and wrap my arms around her waist with my hands reaching inside her shirt to massage the underside of her breasts. Then I start grinding my pants-covered dick into her ass crack.
(Jessica)
“Mmmmmm.” Trevor is a tits guy and gets grossed out by the thought of even touching anywhere near my asshole. I’ve asked him a few times over the years if he’d be up for trying anal and he’s always shied away from it, saying maybe in the future. I got the hint, though, and stopped asking about 5 years ago. I was tired of the disappointment every time I got rejected and he’s never brought it up on his own. So having attention shown to my ass feels great and lets me know it still looks good to someone.
(Dylan)
I want to tear Mom’s skin-tight pants off right now and bury my face in her fat, but tight ass. Just seeing it last night and this morning was enough to give me an erection. Actually feeling it now is bringing back familiar animalistic feelings from last night. I squeeze a little tighter and start increasing my pace in an attempt to dry hump her bum. She puts her hands out on the counter to stabilize herself, gives a quick sexy moan, then looks back at me.
(Jessica)
“Dylan, not now. Ahhhh, it feels good. But not now. Your father is in his office and could walk in here any second. We have to be smart.”
(Dylan)
Like I give a damn. I’m pressed deep enough into her crack now so that I feel her cheeks hugging my erection as I move it up and down with her body rocking back and forth against the counter. I’m tempted to take both of our pants off.
(Jessica)
Having my son’s big virgin dick creating friction between my ass cheeks feels wonderful. I start to imagine it happening without pants on, then remember our current situation and regain composure. “Dylan, NOT now.” I take his hands off my breasts and push his hips away to turn around and see a massive pants tent on his crotch. He looks at me with a mix of surprise and disappointment.
(Dylan)
“Sorry, Mom. I’m just so horny and you turn me on so much. I can’t stop myself from feeling you up.”
(Jessica)
I like that. “It’s fine. But we cannot do this stuff when your dad is around and he can easily catch us. Can’t do it. Okay?”
(Dylan)
“Yeah, okay.”
(Jessica)
“Your dad let me know he’s going out of town next Saturday for a few days. So until then, we’re just mom and son. Understand?”
(Dylan)
“I got it.” Damn, a whole week. I desperately want to bang my mom right now and would do anything to convince her to let me. But I can’t force it and ruin what I have. I need to be smart and play along.
(Jessica)
I pull his dick out so that it’s standing straight up, bend down, suck the fat head and a few more inches into my mouth, and go in-and-out with it 5 or 6 quick times before quietly pulling away and tucking it back into his pants with my hand. “One week, mister. You can make it.” I hope I can make it.
(Dylan)
Oh yeah. Feeling my mom’s mouth again sends a wave of satisfaction over my body. Even if only for a few seconds. She hands me a plate of eggs and gives a flirty smirk.
(Jessica)
“Now go eat downstairs so your dad doesn’t catch a glimpse of your big hard-on.” God damn, that kid’s got a good dick. Dylan retreats downstairs as I finish making the toast and take Trevor’s food to him. He gives me a quick thanks without breaking his stare from the computer. I bend down to kiss him on his lips with him having no idea I just had our son’s morning wood between mine. That sends a shiver of naughtiness down my spine as I walk out to enjoy my food alone in the family room, happily thinking about what just happened and how excited I am for a week from today. I’m going to take my son’s virginity.