A Son's First Love
Copyright© 2014 by Renpet
Chapter 8
Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Before any, a son's first love and sexual fantasy is his mother. What if it was reciprocated? What if it was tacitly encouraged?
Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son First Oral Sex Anal Sex Petting Incest Sex Story
I woke Sunday morning at some point with an erection nestled between Mom's thighs against her pussy and a petite breast in my hand. I was still half asleep, quiet and comfortable, when I felt Mom's nipple tighten, grow and harden. The pressure of her thighs eased and her hand cupped my erection, the head against her palm.
Slowly and languidly we started to move together, my erection slipping between moist labia, warm and inviting. With no fanfare our movements became longer, the crown sliding and rubbing against her clitoris. Mom's fingers pushed the crown deep, pushing me back until it caught at her opening. Slowly, sensuously her vagina yielded to the pressure and I slipped into her incredible heat, soft, velvety soft, silky vaginal walls parting as I slipped deeper and deeper into heaven.
We both paused when I was buried inside her, erection throbbing. My hand caressed her breast. I felt my erection swelling in her tightness, or perhaps Mom massaging. Her hand released her crotch and covered mine, pressing it harder against her breast and pushing her bottom back against me. As if we were talking, we both started moving, short arousing movements slowly growing into long, deeply erotic strokes. Mom was wet, really wet. I could hear the noise, a soft squelching as I stroked in and out of her and the noise intensified my arousal.
I made love to Mom, slow delightful love. No rush, gentle motions. And slowly, very gradually our orgasms stirred. When we came there were no loud sounds, no frantic thrusting, no moans, just incredible, amazing bliss as semen burst deep into her, as she gripped my erection, as I stroked again, semen erupting in beautiful pleasure, Mom's pussy gripping again. We came together for what felt like ages, beautiful, loving climaxes, the most satisfying climax ever.
Gradually I drifted to sleep, my softened erection held inside Mom in a warm wet embrace.
Sun from the window woke me. I was still spooning Mom, the tip of my penis still in her and my hand cupping her breast. I felt relaxed and very happy. Mom had shown me something new, making love. Marvelous. Wonderful. I wondered how much more I could learn.
"I think we're a bit wet."
Mom's voice broke into my musings and, as she squeezed her vagina, my penis was ejected. Yup, we were wet.
"Can we shower together?" I asked.
Before long I was lovingly washing a boob, admiring the nipple as it perked up. "Can I taste it, Mom?"
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