Chapter 1

Sarah Hare was 43 years of age five foot tall and a slim build weighing only seven stones, her petite body was offset by her generous 36DD breasts, which combined with her shoulder length blonde hair made her a real eye catcher. Married to her 53 year old husband Keith for the last 22 years, they had two children a son Mike and a daughter Amy. Mike is now 18 years of age and has left home whilst Amy is fourteen and studying hard at school.

The story I am about to relate to you begins when Mike was thirteen years of age and still haunts his mothers dreams and fantasies. It all began one day when she returned home from her full time job as a Senior Executive Officer with a well known fashion company; as usual she headed straight to the bathroom cast off her smart efficient tailored suit and sensible underwear, casting the tights and underwear into the laundry basket. Now slipping beneath the hot steaming spray of her rainforest shower, she lazily soaped her large breasts and delighted in teasing her already erect nipples.

Stopping herself from dropping her hand between her legs and from playing with her shaven cunt, she reluctantly rinsed off her soapy body and wrapped the large fluffy bath sheet around her petite frame and slipped from the bathroom across the hall and into the master bedroom. The reason she had stopped her play in the shower she was saving her horniness for later that night as she was eager to make love to her husband as he had been in poor health recently and was finally given the al clear to resume loving making.

As she sat cooling on the foot of her bed she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye as to some movement in the hallway, she thought no more when she looked across the hall and saw her thirteen year old son in the bathroom. She was about to chastise him once more about making sure the door was closed when he went to the loo but was curious as to why he had not gone to the pan, instead he was busy rummaging in the laundry basket.

She decided to wait to see what he was looking for, and even saw he was disappointed about something and the she could not believe her eyes; there was her own son with his hard six inch cock out, her freshly discarded tights in his hand, with then hand raised to his face, he was smelling the gusset as he slowly wanked his cock. Then suddenly he dropped his hand down just in time to catch the long stringy strands of his spunk as it cascaded on to her tights. Quickly now she ducked back out of sight as he just as quickly replaced the tights and tucking his semi hard cock back into his pants, he turned and left the bathroom heading straight into his bedroom slamming the door behind him.

Silently now Sarah, moved back to the bathroom and retrieved the tights, she looked at the white strings of sperm now soaking into her tights and suddenly she could not resist for she raised the tights to her face and without thinking she snaked her tongue out and tasted the white thick liquid, Instantly in horror, as if burned by the fluid, she dropped the tights back into the basket and fled in disgust back to her own room. Now as she dried herself off, she kept mumbling to herself what type of mother would watch her young son masturbate and then go taste his seminal fluid like she had just done. Almost embarrassed to even look at her son later, she could not get the sight of him masturbating into her underwear out of her mind.

That night as she made slow passionate love to her husband she could not stop the evil thoughts of what her own son's cock would feel like slipping into her own cunt and even more alarmingly in her mind was a thought of how it would feel to have her husband fucking her cunt and her own son slamming his cock into her arse. No matter how she tried she could not get rid of the lewd images in her mind. In those images she was not just acting as a whore for her son but she was tied up with her hands behind her back, a large obscene ball gag forced into her mouth preventing her from refusing the advances of her own son.

She was reluctant to admit to even herself that she had just experienced the biggest hardest orgasm of her life with these thoughts invading her mind. She slept uneasily that night as the images continued long after her loving making with her husband ceased. In her highly erotic dreams no longer was she making love to her husband but she was bound unable to move as two young boys around her own sons age were using her cunt and arse with their ever ready youthfully hard cocks.

Her dreams were even interrupted by the alarm clock as she had to get up for work again. She showered once more this time allowing her fingers to caress her hard little clit and her other hand pinching and twisting her left nipple. She groaned her way through a shattering orgasm then quickly showered, dried and dressed before avoiding her young son at the breakfast table she slipped off to work. All day at work it played on her mind that she was having these thoughts about her son and in thinking about it she found her cunt was constantly wet and she often longed to go to the loo to play with herself, a feelings she fought hard all day to resist.

That night as usual, she entered her home, and climbed the stairs slipping into her bedroom to collect her dressing gown and headed immediately for the bathroom. Such was her pent up passion which had raged in her horny cunt all day long that she hastily pushed the door not noticing it never closed fully. Quickly she was out of her smart skirt and blouse; she removed her bra and tossed it into the laundry basket. How her hard nipples ached and longed to be pinched. She carefully removed her tights and was about to remove her already wet panties, when she had a wicked idea. She immediately began to rub her swollen cunt lips through her silken panties. The first slightest touch caused her clit to twitch and thousands of electric shocks coursed into her inner most recesses of her cunt.

The second firmer touch caused her cunt lips to part and the wet patch on her blue silken panties to spread even wider. By the fifth or sixth stroke her cunt was having spasms in the throes of its climax. Unseen by Sarah was the eyes of her son as he eagerly watched his own mother in her shuddering climax.

Twenty minutes later she was showered and refreshed although still feeling guilty about the thoughts she had as she rubbed herself to orgasm. She had hoped her son would once more enter the bathroom immediately after she vacated it and in doing so would find her still wet fragrant panties. This time she deliberately left her bedroom door open and sat in a position she could see the bathroom door.

Sure enough, within seconds of her making herself comfortable her thirteen year old son Mike entered the bathroom in a hurry and never even touched the door, leaving it wide open. He went straight to the panties and held them up looking closely at the dark blue wet stain. By now Sarah's heart was pounding louder than a kettle drum as she secretly willed her son to return the favour she had carried out the previous night.

She did not have to wait or hope for long, for instead of merely sticking his tongue out to touch the wet patch, Mike opened his mouth and popped the entire wet patch in his mouth and sucked hard as she stroked his cock. Then just as he was about to come he whipped out the panties and wrapped them around the end of his cock. He then unleashed a torrent of spunk over the top of his mother's wet patch.

Such was the scene Sarah witnessed her cunt went into overdrive and she actually came without touching herself although she had to bite her lip not to give her presence away. Mike carefully placed the panties back in the basket and sneaked back to his room. Now his mom's mind was whirring like a demon, she wanted so much to go and examine the panties but feared Mike may come out of his room too soon. So she shouted him and when he appeared at her bedroom door she asked him to go an errand for her.

Once he left the house she walked over to the bathroom and located the cunt stain panties with the fresh spunk still soaking in to them. With baited breath and before all courage deserted her she popped the panties into her mouth and sucked the mixed flavours of the sperm and her cunt juices. Again her body reacted with a strong orgasm and she crept away to her bedroom on really shaky legs.

For the next few days the pattern was repeated with Sarah coming home and rubbing her cunt through her panties followed by mike going onto the bathroom to suck her wet panties and then deliver his load on to them before his mom would return to the bathroom and suck all his sperm from the panties.

After the following weekend, her husband Keith announced to his family he was going away for four weeks on business for the company he worked for and promised to call his wife every night. Sarah dreaded hearing this news for her sexual desires were running away with her and the only thing keeping her from literally raping her son was the relief her husband had orally given her each night.

Well the first night Keith was gone, Mike had three friends over and was in his bedroom, Sarah heard them talking and walked into Mike's bedroom and said hello to them all. As soon as the door swung open the sound of chatting stopped and four pairs of eyes stared at Sarah. She actually shuddered as she felt the eyes virtually undressing her. She blushed and muttered hello Mike as she turned and retreated. No sooner had the door swung closed then the chatting started again and she was sure she heard one of the friends telling mike his mother was one hot little fucker. She almost turned round to chastise the use of such language from thirteen year olds but thought better of it as their staring had set off her need to masturbate again.