Peggy was an incredible looking woman. Even at 40, she had a body that men stopped and looked at as she passed. She was 5' 8" tall with long auburn hair that fell down to her waist, hazel eyes that you could drown in and rich, full lips that men dreamed of kissing. However, it was what was underneath her clothes that deserved her so much attention. Her legs were tight and contoured from years of walking on high-heels, she was one of those women who actually knew how to walk correctly in heels, stepping with one foot in front of the other. She had practiced that walk and perfected it as a teenager because she knew how it made her full, "breeder's" hips sway and move. Her walk made men lust after her... and she enjoyed that feeling of power. He waist curved in enough to give her an hour-glass figure and then expanded back out to create a perfect foundation for her 38D breasts. She was proud of her body and had a right to be.

She still liked to dress to excite men. Her breast had begun to droop ever so slightly and her hips were a little wider than they were 20 years ago, but her body still excited men... and she encouraged that excitment. She always wore skirts that fell half-way to her knees so that her legs could be seen and admired, and blouses that showed off the cleavage enhanced by the exciting bras she prefered. Yes, she wanted men to be interested in her body. It made up for the lack of interest her husband showed in her after 23 years of marriage

She loved her husband, she really did. That was why she had never had an affair, although she knew that she could have had almost any other man she wanted. However, she didn't want any other man. So she would dress to excite other men and then go home and live out her fantasies of being with them in her mind. But, in all the years she had fantasized about taking other men as her lovers, her fantasies NEVER included her 16 year-old son, John. As you can imagine, then, she was completely unprepared to find out that HE had fantasized about his mother for years.

That afternoon started out like any other. Peggy was going around the house gathering up items for the laundry. When she got to the downstairs bathroom, she heard the shower running and knew that John was in there. She didn't think about it at all as she entered to get his clothes hamper. She saw that his clothes were scattered all over the bathroom. How many times had she told him to put his clothes in the hamper? Some things never change.

"John, this place is a mess. I am NOT going to keep picking up your dirty clothes. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry. I promise I'll put them in the hamper from now on."

"Uh, huh. How many times have I heard that."

"Mom, can I ask you a favor?"

"Certainly, dear. What is it?"

"Can you wash my back for me? My shoulders are a little stiff from practice and I can't reach it."

"Can't you do anything for yourself?" she asked with a smile on her lips. "Oh, alright. Hand me the washcloth and turn around."

John stuck his hand out from the shower door holding the soapy washcloth out to her. She took it and opened the door.

"I appreciate this, Mom."

"That's alright, honey. It's not the first time I've washed you."

Peggy put the cloth on the back of his shoulder and began to wash his back. She had never before noticed how full his shoulders were, how strong his back was. She also couldn't help noticing her son's naked ass right in front of her, or watching the water run down from his back over it and down his legs. She had almost forgotten that she was supposed to be washing John's back and the washcloth barely moved on him.

John glanced over his shoulders and noticed where his mom was looking. He had long had thought about his mom in a sexual way and something inside of him told him that if he played his cards right, he might be able to make his fantasies come true. He took a deep breath and turned around to face his mother.

The washcloth was now on John's chest and Peggy, still looking down, was treated to the sight of her son's cock, still hardening and growing towards her. She was almost in a daze as she looked up into her son's eyes. As they stared at each other, John took his mother's hand with the washcloth and moved it down to his cock. Peggy seem completely lost as she washed her own son's cock and balls. Her hands were trembling and the cloth slipped out of her grasp. Now her bare hand took hold of John's cock and stroked it for him. Almost as if it had a mind of its own.

Peggy was amazed at how hard her son's cock was, it wasn't a boy's cock, it was a man's. Peggy looked up into her son's eyes. He smiled at her, a wicked smile that sent chills down her spine. John put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down ever so slightly... but it was enough. Peggy slowly sunk to her knees in front of her son, his cock staring in her face as if it were a snake about to strike. One of John's hands moved to his mothers head and urged her forward. She couldn't believe what she was doing as her mouth opened and her son slid his cock right into it.

John's hands were on his mother's head as he fucked her in the mouth. Water was pouring down his body, down his arms and over her, soaking her hair and her clothes. She didn't care. All she cared about was making her son cum in her mouth, tasting him on her tongue, feeling his cum go down her throat.

"Oh God, mom... suck my dick. That feels great."

Peggy had never in her life even dreamed of doing anything so depraved as getting down on her knees and giving her own son a blow job. The perversity of it alone made her wetter than she had ever been before. Her hands moved up her son's leg until they reached his hips. She caressed his buttocks and roamed her hands over his body but then returned her hands back to his hips so she could really focus on making John cum in her mouth. She looked up into his eyes so that she could watch him as he watched his cock fucking in and out of his mother's mouth. She was rewarded when she saw his eyes sort of roll back in his head before he finally closed them altogether. His fucking motions were getting faster and faster and she knew she was about to taste him.

Finally, John could stand no more. Taking a firm hold of his mother's head, he pulled it towards him as he shoved his hips forward to force his cock into her mouth as deep as it would go and then he held her there like that as he filled her mouth with his seed. After his orgasm, he continued to hold Peggy like that as his cock continued to make sporadic jerks and micro-orgasms, each of which rewarded her with a little more cum to warm her throat. When he finished, John released her head and slumped back against the wall of the shower and looked down at his mother to see what she would do now.

Peggy, kneeled there at the door to the shower for a few moments as she also regarded her son. Then, looking him in the eyes, she blew a bubble with his cum. With a Mona Lisa smile, she licked her lips to get all of his cum back in her mouth and stood before John at the entrance to the shower. With the steam billowing out and her standing there in her soaking wet clothes, John was beginning to wonder if this was all a dream. But he didn't wake up.