Chapter 3

Another stage in my fantasies of my son...

After my husband discovered I had sex with our son, and got so turned on by it, he told me I could do it again, if he could watch. I loved the idea. Unfortunately, the sex with my son was so spontaneous, there had been no chance to discuss it at all. Would he go for the idea of doing it with me again? I was pretty sure about that one. But, would he be willing to do it with Dad watching? I had no idea there.

I waited several days to talk to him about it. He was clearly embarrassed to discuss having had sex with his mother. He acted as though it was a bad thing, that it was his fault and that he had sone something wrong. I assured him that the fault was mine. That seeing him touch himself had gotten me so horny I couldn't help myself. I asked him if he liked it. He hesitatingly said he did. I asked if he would want to do it with me again. His eyes got wide. He looked at me with his mouth half open and just nodded his head. Then I dropped the ball about Daddy wanting to watch. My son looked terrified. I assured him that I thought it would be O.K., but that didn't help much.

I told my son that ever since that day, I had been thinking about him and masturbating early in the morning while his father slept next to me. I didn't tell him I had been doing that for years anyway ... mom's little secret. But I was truthful when I told him that each morning since, when I touched myself, I thought of having him inside me again. I could tell he wanted to be with me again. In fact, I'm sure he was very hard in that moment. But he didn't know what to think about his father watching.

The next morning, I was doing just as I had described to my son. I was laying in bed with my hand between my legs, husband snorning away next to me, thinking about my son fucking me. I was extremely wet. I had two fingers inside myself and I was squeezing my clit as well. My fingers were slippery and I was pinching it between two knuckles, hard. It felt amazing when my clit was squeezed like that, but it was especially good when it sort of burst through between my knuckles. I did it again and again. Then the door to our bedroom slowly opened.

Although it was open only a few inches, I could tell it was my son looking in. He knew what I would be doing. He wanted to see if I was really masturbating, and if his father was really asleep. He paused for what seemed like a long time, listening and watching. I just stared at him, frozen with anticipation. When he was sure that Hubby's snoring was real, he entered slowly and closed the door silently behind him. I thought he had either developed the courage to fuck me in the bed I shared with his dad, or that he was so incredibly horny he just couldn't help himself. He walked to my side of the bed. Thankfully I sleep on the side closest to the door. I don't think he could have made it around his dad's side. As he approached, I pulled the covers back and exposed myself completely. I beckoned him to me. He came close. I spread my legs and silently mouthed, "Fuck me."

He shook his head. I mouthed, "Please." He shook his head again. He then took his cock out of the front of his boxers. The only word I can use to describe it is beautiful. It was semi-hard and so fucking big. He knew what he wanted. And although I desperately wanted him in my pussy, I was very eager to have him in my mouth as well.