Mom's Cock Craving Leads to Son

It was a long winter night and my son I killed time by watching TV. John sat on the couch next to me and I could see his eyelids were growing heavy. "Why don't you lay your head down?" I said, patting my thigh, inviting him to rest his head on my lap. He accepted and laid his head across my legs. For a few minutes, I gently massaged his head and ran my fingers through his hair and nails over his scalp.

I so loved my son. He was strong, smart and a good young man. He took largely after his father. God I miss him. He passed away a year and half ago and we found ourselves leaning on each other to fill the void in our lives.

I watched the documentary in interest, caressing his head as John silently dozed off. A half hour later, I looked down at John and noticed a curious bulge in his pants leading up to the top of his gym shorts. I stared at it for a minute before realizing he had an erection.

My hand was resting on his hip and feeling a little curious and perhaps a little mischievous, grasped my hand tight around the fabric of his shorts and gently pulled on them. I watched the fabric tighten, then began to slide down over the bump, revealing the tip of his penis. I pulled a little more until the seam rode over his head so it was now was poking above the top of his shorts. Glancing down I could see his eyes closed and his face relaxed in a peaceful sleep. I looked back at his manhood for a moment when a blaring loud commercial came on. John moved slightly and began to sit up. Evidently aware of the bulge in his pants he stepped forward off the couch pulling his pants up and continued towards his bedroom without turning back towards me.

"Goodnight." I said.

"Night." He muttered, as he strode off to bed.

Not thinking anything of the incident, I got up, turned the lights and the TV off and made my way to bed.

That night, I had a vivid and wild dream. I dreamt about his cock, rock hard and its large bulbous head swollen and red. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around it, feeling his head on my pallet and tongue. I drew it deep inside my mouth sucking and licking it like a lollypop, feeling the rim of his head as my tongue ran over its tip. I raised and lowered my head, running my mouth up and down its shaft while maintaining a tight seal with my lips. My hand gripped his cock tight, stroking it up and down in rhythm with my mouth. The opening on its tip began squirt, filling my mouth with its thick, tasty white cum. It was warm and salty, but in my dream, his cock was like a hose, constantly flowing, filling my mouth. The flow was more than I could handle and I couldn't swallow fast enough. The pressure of his cum broke the seal my lips had on his cock and cum leaked out of my mouth, down my chin, and onto my neck on my breasts. I pulled his cock out of my mouth to get some air, but it continued to squirt its fluid all over me. Once I caught my breath, I grabbed his shaft and sucked on it again, letting it fill my mouth once more before it suddenly stopped. I had to swallow several times before getting all of his cum down my throat. Then I returned to his cock, licking and sucking his shaft and head clean.

He pulled away, leaving me covered with cum. I wiped some off my cheeks, pushing it into my mouth, then rubbed his man juice over my breasts, covering them with the thick goo. Then I reached down to and lifted my left breast to my mouth and sucked my nipple inside, slurping up more of his cum. I did the same with my right breast before using my index finger to wipe off what I could, then licked it off my finger. I was so engrossed in licking his cum I wasn't paying any attention to him, but I caught a glance and saw him intently watching me. My drinking of his cum turned him on and I could see his cock remained hard. I wiped some more cum then licked if off my finger as I stared into his eyes, then I inserted my finger into my mouth and sucked on it hard, as it if were his cock, before slowly pulling it out. I gazed at him provocatively and his gaze remained fixed on me as I gave him a seductive show. As always, I loved pleasing my man.

Next, I found myself on my back at the edge of the bed, my legs spread. He was standing up with his rock hard cock pointing up and towards my pussy. He slid it inside, filling me. I could feel its large head of his cock slide in and out of my vagina. His rhythm sped up until he began to moan. He pulled his cock out and held it in front of my face. I opened my mouth just in time to catch the first rope of cum he shot, then locked my lips around his head. My mouth began to fill with his cum and I swallowed it once more. I ran my lips and tongue up and down, all around his head to lick it clean, tasting both his semen and my pussy juice.

The morning sun crept around the curtains, awakening me with a sensation I haven't felt for a long time. My mind replayed my dream and I couldn't recall having a more sexually arousing fantasy. An energy followed through me; my nipples were hard and as I moved my legs, I could feel my wetness in between. I reached down between my legs and ran my finger up and down, from my clit to my vagina, feeling my slippery juices. I touched my vaginal opening with the tip of my finger and found it too was wet with my fluid. Raising my finger to my nose I could smell the strong aroma of my sex, a scent I haven't experienced for some time but one that brought back memories and strong sexual feelings. I licked my finger, tasting my fluid then dove back down for more before rubbing my clit. Within a few minutes, my body began to shake and I could feel my pelvic muscles spasm as I shook with an orgasm. Normally an orgasm expended any anxiety and I felt relaxed afterwards, however, I was so horny that my orgasm failed to provide the release I needed. Once more I inserted my finger deep inside my vagina, then stuck them in my mouth to taste myself. I thought back to my dream, yet my oral craving was not satisfied.

It has been nearly two years since I've had sex. I thought of sex only with my husband, a thought I buried with him. I recall the days of sucking my husband off on a regular basis and I missed having a warm hard shaft and the taste of his thick semen in my mouth. The sight of my son's cock brought back long forgotten feelings, feelings now reawakened. I now longed for and needed a cock.

I got up to use the bathroom then slowly wandered down the hall towards the kitchen for my morning coffee. Passing by John's room, I peered in through the open door. Somehow, I felt drawn inside, perhaps by his lingering scent. I bent over to pick up a loose sock laying on the floor and tossed it into his laundry basket when I noticed his computer was left on. Odd, I thought. I moved the mouse and the screen lit up, displaying the Google homepage. Being a little nosy and curious, I wondered what sites he was viewing. I sat in the chair and looked back at his browsing history. Unsurprisingly found links with "porn" in their name. John had left hours ago for class, but I looked around and peered between the blinds to make sure his car was gone, then opened the link. A page with several boxes opened up, each with a thumbnail of a porn video.

I haven't looked at porn for some time, but I was now in the mood for sex and open to anything that would feed my hunger. I clicked on a box and it opened to scene where a man and woman were having sex in a missionary position. Her breasts were bouncing with each thrust then the camera zoomed in on his shaft going in and out between her legs. Damn that look good-hot and sexy. I was getting excited again. When the brief video ended, I clicked on another. The next video was of a woman giving a blowjob. The head of his cock was deep in her throat as he stood fucking her in the mouth, rocking her head back and forth along his shaft. I reached down under my night gown and began rubbing my pussy watching the video. I closed my eyes and imagined I was the one sucking the man off; staring at the patch of pubic hair moving forward and backwards as his cock slid between my lips and over my tongue until it hit the back of mouth with each thrust of his hips. I turned to watch the video more. After a couple of minutes, he pulled his cock from her mouth and began stroking it real fast. Her jaw dropped and his cum shot into her mouth in three spurts, before she wrapped her lips around his head sucking out the rest. She turned her head to the camera and opened her mouth, showing the pool of white cum around her tongue, then closed her mouth and swallowed it. I nearly came right then and my hand started rubbing my clit like a guitar. My body went rigid, my eyes closed and my head thrown back as I came again, nearly falling out of the chair. Afterwards, a feeling of guilt and uneasiness fell over me and I turned off his computer and l left his room.

That night I had another dream. This time I was naked, in an orgy with cocks all around, taking turns going in and out of my pussy and mouth. Cum covered my naked body like icing.

Once more I woke up horny and the next morning I felt drawn back to John's computer. After turning it on, I went back to looking at his browsing history when a thought hit me. I know my husband kept porn on his PC and wondered if John did too. I did a search for jpgs, mp4s and found several buried deep, hidden in a folder titled "old files." I opened the folder and found several other folders titled, "BJ, Les, Solo, and Misc." I clicked on the BJ folder and opened one. It was as I expected, a young hot woman sucking on a big cock. I wasn't too interested in the lesbian movies and opened the "Solo" files to see the thumbnails of women getting off with their hands, dildos and vibrators. Next, I opened the Misc folder and found other folders within, titled "69," "Anal" and "Mom." The last one took me by surprise. I quickly opened it and found an amateur video of a woman getting pounded doggy style. I moved closer to the screen and recognized the bed spread and headboard and was shocked to see it was me the video. It was shot by my husband long ago. I continued to watch, half in embarrassment and half astonished as my husband's cock was pulled out as I turned around and opened my mouth to suck him off. Unlike the porn, I kept my mouth sealed on his cock, taking all of his cum in my mouth, swallowing it. Next I cleaned off his cock using my tongue, swirling around his shaft and head.

I remember him videotaping our love session, but vaguely. We had just returned from a party and both of us had much to drink that night.

The video camera went between my legs and I spread them. "Show me your pussy," he said in the video and I reached down with my fingers and pulled my lips apart, revealing the pink flesh and vaginal orifice as he brought the camera in for a close-up. I was wet and my lips glistened with my juices.

The video came to an end, stopping at the last frame. I sat there mortified, not knowing what to think. I clicked off the video displaying my pussy and just sat there. I never watched the video and long forgot about it. Knowing my son had seen me having sex left me feeling ashamed and embarrassed. I didn't move for several minutes, pondering over what I had just seen. Clicking back I went to File Explorer, then Details. Next, I looked for last accessed. I saw that the file was created over four years ago, but accessed two weeks ago, showing that he watched it recently.

I reviewed the files, noting the dates when they were created or last accessed and compared them to a calendar hanging above his desk. Most videos were downloaded on Wednesday nights. Not surprising, since that's when I have my HOA meetings and I'm usually not home until after 10. So, that's his masturbation time I thought to myself.

The next few days, I pondered over what I had seen, everything from my son's cock to a sex video of me on my son's computer. I was torn over what I had transpired, but I know one thing: I've been horny and wet ever since. I had a need; a need I could not satisfy. Something was begun that can't be turned back—an insatiable need for cock and I could only thing of one: my son's cock.

Sex with my son was wrong, but then, he is 19—a full grown man and like most men, a man with needs. Or so I told myself. He watched a video of me having sex, but then everyone has sex. I was with my husband making love and there's nothing wrong with that. I wondered if he was sexually attracted to me. Many young men are attracted to their mothers, going all the way back to Oedipus Rex. He did, after all, keep a video of me having sex, so he must have enjoyed it and been turned on by it.

I grabbed my laundry basket and took it to the laundry room, then went into John's room and picked his up. As I bent down over the basket, I could smell his aroma, his manly scent. My nipples and clit instantly grew hard. I inhaled his smell and closed my eyes, thinking of him as a wave of adrenaline swept through my body. I was now super horny and needed relief. I took his laundry basket and placed it near my bed to keep his scent nearby, then took off my nightgown.

I laid down on my bed, naked, then slid my hands over my stomach and up to my breasts, feeling my fingers run over my nipples thinking about them covered in his cum, like the dream I had. I pinched my nipples, then ran my hands down over my stomach, over my pubic hair then down between my lips. My finger traced along my slit and felt that it was wet, then lightly stroked my clit. The bedroom door was open. Normally, I prefer privacy, but the door made me feel exposed and I imagined John walking by, seeing me masturbating. I moved across the bed slightly for maximum exposure from the door, heightening the eroticism I was experiencing. I laid there, my legs spread, rubbing my clit. I imagined John standing there watching me as he quietly and slowly unzips his fly. He reached in and pulls out his semi hard cock, then wraps his hand around it. He strokes it forward and its head rises up. He slides his hand back down his shaft, and runs his hand up its length again, only this time it's longer. He repeats this and his cock is now rock hard, pointing upward. His hand grips his thick shaft, then his fingers run over the head of his cock again and again.

After a few moments, the opening at its tip dripped out a little precum, lubricating his hand as it rode up and down. Next, I could see him tensing up, the speed of his stroking increases and his face becomes contorted. He begins to moan then grunt. He grips hard around his cock as a long rope of cum shoots out from its tip. He strokes his head again and another white rope shoots out, longer than before. Once more his shoots out another steam high into the air as the last of his load dribbles out from the tip of his cock. I then move over to him, walking on my knees then take his cock in my mouth, cleaning the cum off his head and sucking what remained out of his shaft.

My hand is now working hard on my clit as I my body tenses, the walls of my vagina and entire pelvic area tighten up in a wild climax. I'm still aroused and continue to rub my clit and once more and I cum again with another shuddering orgasm, then go limp.

I laid on the bed, hot, covered with a bead of sweat, panting and trying to catch my breath. I reached down to my vagina and found it soaking with my juices. Below my opening I swiped up some of my cum with my finger and held it up to see. It's thick and white. I opened my mouth and placed my finger inside, licking cum off my finger, tasting my pussy juice. I reach down for more, wiping it off just below my vagina and licking and sucking it off my finger. It tasted tangy and a little sweet. Best of all, it reminded me of cock since I usually tasted my juices on one. It was good, but didn't taste as good as the thick, semen or the man cum that I so badly craved. I needed more.

The next Wednesday night I was off to another HOA meeting. Rain started that afternoon and a few bright flashes and boom of thunder indicated it was getting worse. Several had already cancelled in advance and the few of us that showed up decided to postpone until the following week. So, I headed back home.

On the way I was thinking about John. Was he at home, alone, stroking his cock to porn? The prospect excited me. I turned the lights off my car as I pulled up alongside the curb. Despite the hard rain coming down, I was just 25' from the side door of the house, so I decided not to fool with an umbrella and just make a break for it. I ran to the side door and stood under its protective eave. Once more a bright flash followed by loud thunder told me the storm wasn't going anywhere, soon anyway. I slowly unlocked the door, opened it, then quietly stepped inside. I took off my shoes and jacket then quietly walked on the carpet towards to John's room.

His door was closed. I put my ear to the door and could hear some sounds. After listening for a few minutes I could hear the muffled cries of women. He was watching porn! My heart beat fast and hard with excitement as I thought of him sitting in front of his computer, stroking his cock. My nipples grew hard and I could feel a tingle between my legs in anticipation.

White light flashed from under his door and from different windows about the house, followed by another thunderous roar. I was thinking this could provide me with an opportunity.

I nervously stood behind the door, my hand on the knob, waiting for the next flash. Then it happened. I timed it just right and turned the knob as the windows of the house shook from thunder, drowning out any noise the knob and door made when opened. I peered in and saw the back of his head above his high backed chair. I slowly approached, making not a sound as my bare feet pressed down on the soft carpet. The chair was partially blocking my view, but I when I got closer could see a video with a man having sex with two women. Both his elbows rested on the armrests of his chair and his right arm was moving up and down.

I wanted to get closer to look over his shoulder and watch him stroke his cock. I looked at the window next to him and I could see his marvelous cock covered by his hand, illuminated by his monitor. I moved slightly forward to get a better view. The nervousness inside now turned into anxiousness as I sought to see his manhood. I looked over his shoulder and watched as the man in the video pulled his cock out of the woman and thrust it into the other's mouth. Then she opened her mouth wide and he pumped his cock, squirting streams of his white cum on her tongue.

All the nervous energy I had was now channeled into my sex drive. My nipples were poking through my bra and blouse and I could feel my vagina getting wet. I needed relief. I didn't have a plan and merely just wanted to see his cock, but now I really needed one and there it was, right in front of me.

I stepped forward looking over his shoulder until I could see its head, wrapped around by his hand, slowly rising and falling on his shaft as he stared at the screen. My heart beat faster and I took a deep breath. He clicked the video off and most of the screen went blank, leaving behind my reflection. He quickly spun around and saw me standing there.

"Mom!" he said, not knowing what to do, as he leaned forward, trying to cover himself.

"It's Ok." I said.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"I just walked in," I lied. I put my hand on his leg, then bent over to look at him close. "It's OK."

He looked back at me, wide eyed and stunned.

"I know you have needs." His jaw opened partially and he froze, not knowing what to say. "Here let me help you." I said as I reached down and slid my hand under his, touching his cock for the first time.

"Mom!" he exclaimed, as he jerked back.

"Relax," I said confidently, as my fingers clamped around his partially hard shaft. His cock was greasy, probably from some lotion or Vaseline he was using as a lubricant. I was bent over him, his cock in one hand and my other hand on the armrest. My face was inches from his and he was staring back at me. "Relax and let me help you." My hand pulled along his shaft, sliding over the rim of his head, then back down. His chest rose as he took a deep breath. I ran my hand up and down his cock as he again breathed deep, staring back into my eyes. I smiled back.