Full of Surprises

There was a moment's pause as we gazed hungrily at each other's semi-naked bodies, before an unspoken, un-signalled agreement had us shedding the last of our clothes.

As I kicked my panties aside I had a surge of sensation that sent electricity coursing through me. I felt more naked than I had ever felt in my life -- and filled with more desire than I thought was possible. The sight of Josh's rigid cock springing from his shorts filled me with a lust so deep and strong that I was soon gasping.

The next few seconds -- or minutes -- are a blur now, a blur of roving hands, gasping breaths, of me encouraging Josh to touch with hands and mouth, of Josh gazing into my eyes requesting permission to kiss me, of me running my hands through his hair and pulling his face close to mine.

The first vivid recollection I have is of the second that his soft, warm lips closed on mine, and the second that followed when the tip of his tongue parted my lips.

If giving free rein to our desires had produced a firework display, the kiss sent things nuclear. In my arms, Josh turned into something other than just my son. His movements became assured and certain of their needs. His muscles rippled under his hot skin as he manoeuvred me backwards through my own bedroom doorway and up to the edge of my bed.

The one and only pause came then, a look that asked a simple question with the most complex and wonderful meaning behind it. His eyes asked, 'May I?'

Although his question was silent, my answer was sure and loud, "Yes, Josh. Yes, please."

The final barrier came crashing down and our movements became even more frantic. As Josh pushed me backwards onto the rumpled covers of my bed, I clutched and dragged at him. As my shoulders nestled into the mattress, my legs spread wide in eager welcome.

Josh landed on top of me, out lips locking even before the bedsprings stopped shrieking. His erection pressed hot and hard against my belly and I wailed in anticipation.

There was no permission-seeking look now -- we both knew that nothing less than everything would satisfy us -- and Josh shifted his weight a few inches until the tip of his cock slid through my scant pubic thatch and then lower, towards the hot, wet centre of me.

There was a second or two then with both of us frozen, somehow savouring the moment even as the lust reached dizzying new heights. As the very tip of Josh's engorged cock pressed at my slightly parted labia I gave a wail of pure, unadulterated need. With a grunt of his own, Josh rocked his hips forward.

I felt every single millimetre of his length as he slid inside me -- every tiny, tiny fractional movement deeper within me. My first orgasm tore its way through me before Josh had even finished that first thrust, the spasms of my muscles drawing him fully inside me.

Our passions erupted and that first coupling was filled with a lust that bordered on the animalistic. Josh pounded that beautiful, hard cock into my welcoming, wet pussy with something like fury, and I urged him on, bucking to every thrust even when the tip of him banged against me cervix.

His hands clawed at my breasts, my thighs, my ass, exploring every inch of me, even as I did the same to him. Our lips alternated between crushing each other's, and the seeking out flesh within reach, my teeth leaving welts across my son's shoulders, his teeth draw blood low on my neck.

As our bodies moved as one, the pace quickened until I could feel every fibre of Josh's body trembling, readying itself for release. I grasped him tightly, making sure he knew to come deep within me, my next orgasm waiting desperately for... and then he stiffened in my grasp and with a guttural roar I felt him explode inside me.

As my son's juices surged deep with me, my own climax erupted. Its intensity sent me spiralling out somewhere beyond the reaches of my mind, pulse after pulse of pure, unalloyed pleasure that left me gasping for breath, my ears ringing and a low hum of electricity tingling through every nerve fibre.

I came to my senses a minute -- or hour, or week -- later to find Josh clinging to me, our bodies oiled with sweat. The realisation of what we had done -- what we had shared -- sent another wave of orgasm rippling through me and I shuddered in his arms.

It was minutes before either of us had enough breath to speak, and to my surprise it was Josh who broke the silence.

"Mom... that was... you are... amazing."

I stared into his eyes, "You're not so bad yourself."

Laughter erupted from both of us, but rather than kill any of the passion we felt, it seemed to have the opposite effect and I felt Josh begin to harden inside me.

"That," I told him, wriggling my hips a little, "Feels beyond amazing."

Josh nodded, beginning to rock his hips just a fraction, "What happens now, mom?"

I began to match his movements, "We make love," I said, simply.

"I didn't know just how bad I wanted to hear that," Josh managed a smile as his stokes became longer, "But after that? I mean, if this is going to be just a one-off then I'm gonna have to make the most of-"

"I don't think it can be a one-off, do you?"

"I sure don't want it to be."

"And nor do I," I told him, realising the truth of the words even as I spoke them. "I didn't plan this, Josh, believe me, but... I would have done if I had any idea it would make me feel this way."

"I didn't even dare fantasises about it," Josh paused, then laughed, "But if I'd know how it'd make me feel..."

"Then," I said, kissing him lightly on the lips, "I guess we both have new, secret lives."

"Yeah," Josh's thrusts were becoming firmer, "Ones where I can tell you just how beautiful and sexy you are, and just how excited I get just at the smallest glimpse of you."

"I'd say that this qualified as more than a small glimpse."

"And I'd say that the way I feel qualifies as way more than just excited." Josh smiled, detonating a few fire-crackers in my heart, "Mom... you really are so beautiful," he lifted a hand and gently fondled my breasts, "Everything about you is perfect."

I was starting to breathe heavily and panted, "And you have grown into an incredibly cute... no, handsome, young man -- even if your eyesight may need checking."

Josh laughed, and gave a hard thrust to emphasise his next words, "Trust me, mom, no one else could make me feel this way. I want to be this close to you all the time, every day. I want to explore every inch of you and kiss and taste and... oh, mom."

"You really want all that?"

"Yes, mom. Really."

"That's just as well, then. Because so do I. No how about you start your explorations at my breasts, huh? It's been so long since I've felt you lips there."

Josh gave a slow smile and ducked his head slowly. As he drew a nipple between his lips and then teeth, and as he gave the first tentative lick and suck, I let out a moan of such incredulous delight that Josh paused, thinking that he had maybe hurt me.

"No, no, no," I assured him quickly, "It's just fine, my beautiful son. In fact it's perfect."

Above me, Josh took control of my senses with mouth and teeth and hands, and inside me he did the same with his gorgeous, hot, hard cock. There was no clumsiness after that, no misread signals. Like lovers of many years, we moved together to mutual goals, intent only on giving and receiving the most pleasure that we could.

That second time, I held on for as long as I could before the muscles deep within my belly began to spasm of their own accord. Josh reacted immediately, the pace and strength of his thrusts increasing, and he lifted his head to stare into my eyes.

As our gazes locked, I started to climax and the second the first moan issued from my mouth, Josh increased his pace yet further, his beautiful cock ramming home, his balls slapping against my butt. With consummate timing, he once more exploded inside me, sending the strength of my own climax rocketing off the scale.

It was mid-morning the following day before we left the bed properly. We had made love throughout the night, spending the short periods of time in between talking of what this would mean to our lives, how we would need to keep our secret safe, my contraceptive arrangements, our sleeping arrangements, Josh's unrequited desires, my needs -- a million things that were all me, Josh, us and nothing else.

When we did finally make our way down to the kitchen for some much-needed sustenance, we just grabbed a couple of robes to cover our bodies, not willing yet to push our intimacy too far away.

As it happens, I don't think a suit of armour would have been enough to bring a temporary end to the intimacy. This is particularly true because within ten minutes of walking into the kitchen, Josh was making love to me yet again, this time with me bent over the breakfast table. As I sprawled there, riding wave upon wave of joy, I could see bright daylight through the window, the real world just a few feet away from me -- and knew that nothing would ever be the same again. It felt like heaven on earth.

That was all more than five months ago now, and Josh and I share ourselves -- bodies, minds, spirits -- more than ever. The sense of wonder, the sensation of boundaries being exceeded, and the giddying feelings of lust and desire are no less strong than they were at the beginning. Every time Josh enters me I feel a sense of awe and wonder as deep and dizzying as they ever were.

Josh is my lover and, more wonderfully, I have discovered a level of trust with my son that I have never attained with any man before him. I'm not sure whether it is the clandestine nature of our physical relationship that is behind this perfect trust that we share, or maybe just the simple fact that we share a large part of our genetic make-ups and are similar in that way. But I have a feeling that it goes beyond these things -- that Josh is someone I would trust implicitly regardless of who he is.

That level of trust has freed something deep within me and the benefits are beyond my wildest dreams. Josh has the natural curiosity of youth and a desire to try everything new that he can think of ('I need to try everything at least twice', as he puts it), and, because I trust him so much, I am his willing accomplice.

It's led me to experimenting with my own desires, to searching for my own boundaries, and together with Josh we have tried all manner of things that I would never have consider before.

We've made love in cars, on trains, in the back of a pick-up truck while it sped along the motorway, in the woods behind our house, in a neighbour's swimming pool while they were away, in a stranger's swimming pool while they slept inside their house, in the toilets of a bar, underneath the stage at a concert (even my howls couldn't be heard over the rock band above our heads), and in a maze while lost people wandered within feet of us -- to name but a few places.

I've discovered that I get aroused by a little, light exhibitionism, and that gentle bondage excites me to an extreme degree. Believe me, you would have to trust your lover implicitly to combine these as we did a couple of weeks ago when Josh tied me up in the bedroom and then invited some of his friends over, pretending to them that I was out...

But for all that, we're not dumb. We know that it can't last forever and that Josh, in particular, has a whole life ahead of him with lovers aplenty to captivate. We don't talk about such a time now, but instead concentrate on making the most of what we have while it lasts.

Whatever happens, though, I now that nothing will ever compare to the way I felt five months ago when I asked Josh for his honest opinion about my new clothes -- and to the way I feel to this day when he stares into my eyes, and fills me with his love. It surprises me every time.