Did you ever have one of those days where no matter what you did nothing seemed to make sense, where even the simplest of tasks became a marathon of madness? For me the day started off with my alarm going off over an hour early, the clock was right, the alarm setting was right, yet the damned thing clattered to life at five in the morning. Of course this didn't please my husband, normally a grump in the morning anyway he became even worse when he found out what the time really was. Unfortunately this wasn't until after he had rushed around to get ready to go off to work.

What was even stranger was that our eighteen year old son, normally impossible to get out of bed, was woken by the alarm as well so by half five we were all sitting in the kitchen with Graham, my husband, grumbling under his breath and Sean, my son, yawning every few seconds. I fed them breakfast, washed up and set more coffee before them; Graham glowered at me over his cup as though it was all my fault while Sean slumped half asleep in his chair. At seven, an hour earlier than usual, Graham set off for work, I knew that he had an important meeting that day which would not bring him home until late that night. His departing kiss was a brief angry peck as he stormed out into the world. Sighing I went back to the kitchen where Sean was almost sliding out of his chair, it was one of the perennial school holidays and normally Sean would not have got up until well after nine. Shrugging my shoulders I left him where he was while I went on about my usual household chores.

Nothing was to go right that morning, when I switched on the vacuum cleaner the damned thing made a grinding noise and died, nothing I could do would make it work so I shoved it back in the cupboard and set to with a duster. At this point Sean wandered out of the kitchen, his pyjamas dragging around his feet, his hair a mess and his eyes still half closed. I smiled at the sight of him and opened my mouth to speak when I suddenly noticed that his cock was hanging out of the slit in the pyjamas. Now I'm a grown woman of thirty-eight, although still attractive for all that, I'd raised a son and had seen his naked body many times, but the sight of his half erect tool poking out of his pyjamas sent a tingle through my pussy. Mumbling something about getting dressed Sean headed upstairs with my eyes locked onto his cock until it was out of view. With a shiver I tried to get back to my cleaning, but now I was haunted by the memory of my son's cock.

In the end I gave up any pretence of trying to clean the house and retreated to my room where I stripped, lay on the bed and masturbated myself to a climax. However, rather than ease the arousal in me it left me feeling even hungrier for sex. What I did next had absolutely no sane reason behind it, from my small selection of lingerie I chose my sexiest basque, although it encased me in a slick satin material it was cut so that it hid none of my assets rather it highlighted them; a pair of stocking and my highest heels added to the ensemble. Next I applied make-up to my face then, dressed like the whore of Babylon, I went downstairs to get on with my interrupted dusting with my pussy growing wetter and wetter with each passing moment. It was sheer and utter madness and I knew it was, but something about the day had me so out of control I could do nothing to bring myself back to sanity.

I had just finished dusting when Sean came wandering down the stairs dressed only in a pair of underpants, there was nothing unusual about this, but that day it sent a thrill through me. He stopped at the foot of the stairs and opened his mouth to speak then did a quick double take, his eyes hovered over my tits and shaved pussy and I clearly saw the bulge forming in his pants as his cock rose to an erection. There was definitely something strange about that day for instead of asking me what I was doing or retreating to his room my son pushed off his underpants to reveal his hard cock to my hungry gaze. Neither of us spoke as we closed the gap between us, our eyes met and I saw the hunger I was feeling reflected in my son's eyes. Then we were kissing passionately, the feel of his lips on mine almost curling my toes with desire and when his hands began to explore my body I sighed contentedly into his mouth. My son's hands were surprisingly expert as they played with my tits, teased my nipples and finally stroked my pussy, his fingers sinking into me as his thumb rubbed on my clit. My knees trembled as his fingers started to slide in and out of my pussy in a slow, exciting rhythm that was driving me wild. So lost was I in the sensations his hands and mouth were instilling in me that I never noticed that he had guided me down to the floor, stifling a cry of bliss with my fist I stared at the pile of mail that had landed next to my head.

Then the mail was forgotten as I felt Sean take one of my nipples into his mouth adding an extra dimension to my arousal as he teased one of my nipples with one hand, sucked the other while teasing it with his tongue, rubbed my clit with his thumb while his fingers thrust in and out of me. Desperately I groped over his body until I felt his hard cock under my hand, Sean groaned around my nipple as I closed my fingers around his shaft and started to rub them up and down his hard flesh. In response his fingers moved faster in my pussy, pressed harder on my clit, squeezed my nipples even more firmly as his teeth rubbed on the other nipple. Under this sort of attention it wasn't long at all before I felt the rising surge of a climax, I cried out as ecstatic waves of delight washed over me, my lower body pushing down to suck his fingers deeper into me as I reached out to his head to pull his mouth hard to my tit. As I hit my peak I moved my hand in hard fast jerks on my son's cock and heard him groan loudly around my nipple in his mouth, but then he moved away from me and I felt as though I was being rejected and opened my mouth to call him back to me.

Suddenly his weight was on top of me, my legs pressed against the side of his body and his hard cock was pushing into my wet pussy in one long thrust that had me shaking like a leaf. Sean was taking me and all I could feel was ecstatic! Moving as though well experienced my son slowly began to fuck me, his cock sliding out then sliding in so slowly it was almost teasing; gasping I pushed up to meet him as he pushed down, his cock filling and stretching my pussy so delightfully. Gradually our movements became faster, his thrusts harder and more demanding, my cries were suddenly stifled by his lips and the doorbell ringing went totally unheeded as my son fucked me towards another climax. I was only dimly aware of the doorbell continuing its insistent peeling as Sean moved faster and harder in me, our lips locked together as our tongues fenced. All my cries of mounting passion were swallowed in his mouth as he drove on and on until an orgasm ripped through me like a wild storm of bliss.

Even though I was bucking and writhing beneath him my son continued his movements, I couldn't control my body any longer and lay there as he thrust and twisted and ground on top of me; his cock driving into me, his groin crushing against my clit and pussy lips, his lips pressing demandingly on mine, his hands teasing my nipples. Then Sean was pushing deep into me, his body tense as he threw back his head, parting our lips as he groaned loudly, my own voice rose to a choking cry as I felt a sudden burst of heat deep inside me as he filled me with his seed. A rush of sensations hit me like a solid blow as I crashed into another orgasm; moments later I felt my body turn to quivering jelly as my orgasm passed. Sean was lying on top of me panting and gasping with his cock still buried in my pussy, but I could feel it slowly shrinking as our excitement faded slightly.

With a sigh Sean rolled off my trembling body to lie beside me on the hall carpet, my tits bounced as I sucked in great lungfuls of air and gradually my body returned to almost normal. Yet deep inside me the hunger lingered on, not quit sated. I almost jumped out of my skin when the doorbell sounded almost over my head, Sean jumped to his feet and rushed off to his room while I grabbed a housecoat and covered my all but naked body. As I opened the door I could feel my son's juices starting to trickle stickily from my pussy and down my thigh sending a thrill through me as I faced the stranger at the door. He turned out to be a travelling salesman and I'm afraid I told him to continue his travels in no uncertain words; his face looked shocked as I slammed the door on him. Once again I nearly jumped out of my skin, this time because a pair of arms were suddenly around me, the hands gripping my tits firmly.

"We need to talk." I said over my shoulder to Sean.

The cheeky sod kissed me, squeezed my tits then, still holding me, took us into the living room. As we moved I became aware of his cock swelling against the crack of my backside and my own hunger rose again. Sean pulled me down onto his lap as he sat on the couch, twisting and turning me until he was satisfied with the position I was in which was across his thighs.