I opened the hole with my fingers curious to see its circumference. I almost fainted when I saw the gaping hole my son’s cock left behind. Without thought, I stuck my nose in it and savored the smell one last time.
I put the pillow down and rolled back over. I gave up. I was angry that he had fucked and then came all over my pillow. But there was nothing I could do.
I was more furious with myself for thinking he was crying over his father’s pocket knife, when in reality he was using it to cut a hole in my pillow to fuck it! His sobbing must have been moaning, and his shoulders were shaking from him cumming on my pillow! My pussy began to stir again. Slowly, my body called out for more of my son’s scent. I didn’t even fight this time as I rolled over and stuck my face and nose into my pillow inhaling like there was no tomorrow.
I drifted off to sleep as I began to suck the cum soaked fabric of my pillow, tasting more fabric than cum. Unfortunately, my lust filled mind thought. I was awoken some time later to John climbing into his sleeping bag next to me. The tent was grey, John’s features barley visible. “What time is it?” I yelled, sitting up straight.
“After dark.” John responded calmly.
“Why did you let me sleep so late?” I screamed back at him in shock.
“You said you had a headache.
I didn’t want to wake you.” He replied with hurt feelings showing in his tone.
“Oh. I’m sorry baby. Mommy isn’t yelling at you. I’m just shocked that I slept all day. It’s okay baby. You go ahead and go to bed. I will try to go back to sleep.” I knew full well sleep wasn’t going to come. I was going to be up all night now with nothing to do except torment myself thinking about how horrible of a person and mother I am. John laid down without responding.
I hope I didn’t hurt his feelings too bad. I glanced at him as I lowered myself back down to my pillow. He was still in his shorts, a large bulge making a hill out of his zipper. I buried my face in my pillow to hide from his cock. Even flaccid I could clearly see Moby Dick. That is what I will call it. I thought with a giggle. As I laughed into my pillow the familiar smell of cock and cum filled my nostrils. The pillow fucking came back to me and I laughed harder still.
As endorphins rushed to my head giving me a felling of happiness and content, I pulled my face from the pillow and laid back with a sigh, I turned to look at John who was laying on his back with his head turned away. The smell of dirty cock and cum filled my nostrils once again as my eyes glided over my son’s sharp features. Pheromones flooded into my primitive brain. Awakening primal urges to give myself over to a powerful cock.
My pussy began to tingle, the kindling was lit, and I was only a few inhales away from having a bonfire between my legs. As lust filled my eyes, like rage fills a bull’s, I unwillingly started to drop my gaze slowly down my son’s chest. As I reached his belly button my heart started to beat faster. I knew once I reached his crotch, it was all over.
My logical side gave one last death throw as it attempted to close my eyes, achieving only a slow blink.
Light broke in brilliantly as they reopened seductively, my animalistic mating signals on display for any who would notice. As my vision cleared a large mound came into view and I knew my body had won the fight. My son’s gorgeous penis filled my vision as it laid locked away in it’s prison. I wanted desperately to free it. I stared at his cock with determination. Willing it in my mind to grow and break free. I promised it I would suck and fuck it’s brains out if it did. I swore it on my life.
But it laid there motionless despite my desperate wishes. An idea struck in my head causing a devilish smile to appear across my face. I inhaled deeply then started to blow towards it. Trying to be quite while I used the full force of my lungs, desperately trying to reach his cock with my breath. I saw his waist string move as air blew around it. Its working! I screamed excitedly in my head. I doubled my efforts from the enthusiasm.
My pussy started to flood as I watched my hot air hit my son’s cock. My lungs began to burn and I started feeling light-headed. I wasn’t sure if it was from the deep breaths or the pheromones leaking from my son’s cock. I watched as the force of my wind slowly subsided, screaming in my head for his cock to respond. As I finally gave up with a huff, I saw the most beautiful sight of my life. His cock twitched within his pants.
I inhaled again deeply into my burning lungs with disregard for the pain. I released, watching my directed breath create an indentation on my son’s shorts and move up his cock as I controlled it’s direction with my lips. Again his cock jumped. It looked bigger this time. It’s growing! I cried in happiness. I continued my air assault, hitting his bulbous head now. More twitching as the monster was awoken.
As it reached it’s girth, it began to curl downward, bunching up in it’s cloth prison.
I started to reach out, under a spell. I was going to release the monster. I needed to, desperately, my pussy told me with a yearning I have never felt before. Suddenly my son rolled towards me with a groan as he smacked his lips. Startled, I lurched back and onto my side facing away from my new best friend. I wanted to cry. I was enjoying the moment so much. Suddenly I felt my son moving closer to me. My eyes glossed over and my legs started to part unconsciously.
Will he repeat last night? I wondered, excited now. I felt my nipples begin to throb against my shirt, begging to be played with. My pussy started to heat up like a burning star and warm wetness began to seep through my already damp panties that had long since gone cold. I slowly started to back my ass up towards his cock. My body was in control now, again, and this time I knew it was going to get what it wanted.
I felt my left ass check begin to lift up as it met resistance from the thick hard shaft that I knew would be waiting for me. But in cowardice I froze, too afraid to make any more movement. I laid there holding my breath hoping my son would begin to hump back, but nothing came. I rocked up and down slightly with my ass and felt his cock twitching against my panties, then laid still waiting for a response. Still, none came. I had had enough of this.
I rolled over without even thinking, crashing my breasts into my son’s face.
“Oh, I’m sorry baby.” I said seductively as I lifted my left leg up onto his pelvis, allowing his erect penis to slide between my thighs. Let’s see him try to resist this! I thought to myself as I felt his cock twitching and hitting my pussy lips. My crotch was burning like an oven now, and I knew he could feel the heat radiating from between my legs.
I laid here again waiting for my son to do something, feeling his warm breath cascade against my breasts. But still, he did nothing. God! What is wrong with this boy? What do I have to do? Spell it out for him? In anger and frustration I whirled back around in a huff and slammed my ass back into his cock, feeling his precum covered head push between my ass cheeks, two thin pieces of fabric keeping me from heaven. Yet still he did not make a move.