It's fascinating how extraordinary circumstances can spawn totally unexpected acts and deeds. In this case, a serious car crash thrust my sixteen-year-old son, Marty, and I into a situation that brought us together in a way neither of us could ever have imagined. He'd been out driving around with a couple of older boys, one of whom just got his licence, when the driver lost control and rolled it. Luckily nobody was hurt, but they all ended up in hospital for a couple of weeks with various broken bones and abrasions.

Marty came out with both his arms in casts, which left him completely dependent on me. I was so thrilled at having him alive, I didn't mind doing everything for him. As a matter of fact, I actually enjoyed most of it, especially when I helped him take a shower. It wasn't until I'd done it several times that what I'd suspected became a reality. Every time I washed my son's cock and balls, he started getting aroused! The first time it happened, I quickly moved to another area of his body and chatted about things to distract him... and me!

But then one day my little ploy didn't work, and the minute I started lathering his crotch, his dick got hard fast! Marty's got a big cock for his age, so there was no ignoring the situation.

"Sorry, Mom!", he said with an embarrassed little grin.

"Don't worry, darling," I said, continuing to wash between his skinny young legs. "It's only natural. Besides I've seen plenty of hard cocks before."

"You have?"

Clearly this only excited Marty more, because his cock seemed to throb powerfully in my hand.

"Sure, It's no big deal," I said, trying to act as calmly as possible. But feeling my son's virile young cock hardening under my fingers was doing things to my pussy that it shouldn't have.

I couldn't believe I was so turned on by my own son! His young prick was at full erection now and looked every bit as large as his father's had been. I couldn't help myself, I had to touch it without the washcloth in the way. I dropped the soap and wrapped my fingers around Marty's stiff cock. It was incredibly hard, and smooth to the touch and my pussy began to dribble into my panties as I looked up into my son's wide eyes.

"Do you play with yourself when it gets hard like that, Marty?", I asked, almost clinically, but the heat between my legs betrayed my own rising excitement.

"S.. sometimes," he answered.

"Do you want Mommy to help you out with it now, baby", I asked, my voice almost a whisper.

"Ohhhh, yeahhh!!"

I gripped his gorgeous young prick and began to slowly move my fist up and down the hard, slippery length of my son's cock.

"Ummmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned contentedly, closing his eyes as I started jerking him off. "That feels so good, Mom!"

"I just want you to be comfortable, honey," I stammered, feeling the heat from his cock travel up my arm and down into my incredibly wet pussy. The crotch of my panties was soaked.

"Keep doing what you're doing, Mom," he sighed. "I haven't been able to do this for myself since the accident."

"Do you do it often, baby?" I breathed, running my other hand up and down his lean young thighs.

"Yeah, Mom, twice a day," gasped Marty through clenched teeth. "sometimes more if I'm feeling really horny."

I knew how horny young sixteen-year-olds could get, so I had no trouble imagining Marty jerking himself off all over the house. It made my overheated cunt twitch and drool with arousal. Talking so wantonly with my own son like this as I jacked off his cock was the most exciting thing I'd ever done.

"What do you think of when you're doing it, honey?", I asked, wanting him to excite me with his fantasies.

"I think of... girls and... women... with no clothes on..." he replied hesitantly, "and....."

"And what, baby?"

"... and... you, Mom!" he gasped, staring directly between my carelessly parted thighs. I did incredible things to my pussy to know that my son was staring hungrily at my sopping crotch.

"Ohhh, Marty!", I gasped.

Leaning down, I kissed him on the lips, not like a mother kissing her son, but like a woman kissing her lover. Surprisingly, Marty knew exactly what to do. He parted his soft, young lips and let my tongue enter his hot, panting mouth, slithering his own tongue past mine and into my mouth. My little boy had done this before, and he was good! I moaned with pleasure as Marty reached up and began to fondle my tits through my blouse.

"Take it off, Mom", he panted, pulling his mouth off mine. "Take off your top, I wanna see your tits!"

As if in a daze, I did as he requested. I was a bit concerned about where all this foreplay was leading, but I knew I didn't want it to stop either.

"Uhhhh, yes!" I muttered "I want you to seen my tits, baby!"

I took off my blouse and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts spring free. Marty moaned softly as I reached up with my free hand and began to squeeze them one at a time. I'm very proud of my tits. They're not too big and still almost as firm as a they were when I was a teenager. Marty's eyes went big and round, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watched me fondle my breasts. I continued to rub his slippery wet cock as he stared at my naked tits.

The steamy bathroom somehow made what we were doing seem a little less real. I didn't care that I was engaged in sexual foreplay with my sixteen-year-old son... I just wanted it to continue, and damn the consequences! Up and down, up and down, I moved my fist over Marty's throbbing prick, each stroke bringing him closer to release. I loved the look on his face and the occasional groans of pleasure as my hand gave him the satisfaction his own could not.

The tingle of excitement between my thighs had grown rapidly into a raging itch that needed to be attended to. I reached underneath my skirt and started rubbing my cunt-mound through my soaked panties, watching Marty's eyes gleam as he followed my hand.

"Oh, Mom!", he gasped, when he realized what I was doing.

I had the sudden depraved impulse to let my son watch me rub my naked cunt. Letting go of his cock for a second, I quickly undid my skirt and removed my panties. Marty's eyes were flashing from my tits to my cunt and back again as I finally stood before him completely naked.

"God, Mom, you're gorgeous!", he muttered, "I wish I could touch you."

"But you can, my darling," I smiled, reaching for his stiffly twitching young cock. "You can touch me in the best possible way!"

I moved up close to my son until our naked bodies were almost touching. His breathing became heavy and laboured as grabbed his erection and inserted it between my thighs. Marty was a couple of inches shorter than me and I had to bend my knees a little so that his gorgeous young cock would line up with my pussy. I felt the head nudge my mound and slide deliciously up along my incredibly wet cunt-slit before popping neatly into my neglected fuckhole.

Marty's mouth opened wide and he let out a low, throaty moan as I hunched forward, burying his man-sized prick deep into my aching cunt.

"Unnnnghhhh! Mom!.. Fuck! Ohhhhh, Jesus!"

"Feel good, sweetheart?", I whispered, contracting my cunt-muscles around his cock for effect.

"Shit, Mom! It feels fantastic!" replied Marty, panting for breath. "You're so hot and wet and... and tight!"

"Don't sound so surprised," I smiled, "I haven't had something this big up my cunt since your father left a year ago."

"Really?', he grinned.

"You bet!", I said grinding myself against him sensuously, "You're hung like a stud pony, honey and Mommy wants to ride you!"

"Go for it, Mom", gasped Marty, "Fuck my cock!"

With a whimper of pleasure, I began moving my hips back and forth, pinning my son's ass against the tiled wall as his wonderfully hard prick slid in and out of my highly aroused cunt. I was beside myself with lust! Marty's cock felt sooo good inside me, even better than I remembered his father's cock had felt during the years of our marriage. That is, before he left me for some blonde secretary half his age. Well now I had a young lover too... my own handsome son!

Marty was bravely thrusting his skinny young hips back at me as we fucked awkwardly, the suddenly cool water from the shower spraying over our heated bodies. I wished his hands were free so he could grab my ass and pump his rock-hard young prick in and out of my cunt like I knew he wanted to.

"Ohhhhhh, Maaaarty!", I gasped as his balls began to slap loudly against against the flesh between my thighs.

We kissed passionately, our tongues twisting and plunging with the same frantic tempo as our hips. Within a minute or two, Marty began to moan and heave his hips against me violently, and I knew he about to come. I was nowhere near my own orgasm, but it didn't matter just then. We had plenty of time and I knew at his age, it wouldn't take much to get him hard again. Right now, all I wanted was to feel my son's hot, creamy cum shoot up into my cunt. It was his first time cumming in a woman, and I was so glad it was me. I was in seventh heaven! How many mothers are lucky enough to take their son's virginity?