Unknown - Wicked lovemaking

I looked him deep into his brown eyes, he was so beautiful, I never thought I would wake up beside a man again. I never thought I would receive and give pleasures to someone in the night as well as in the morning. I never thought that John would ever agree on it, it was out of the question. Now when we both had accepted it, I knew this would come to last. He was so beautiful and virile, a young stud. I almost laughed at the thought of comparing him with a young wild horse…

I bent down, my breasts falling down on his chest, and I kissed him. Feeling his mouth pressed tight to mine, I let my lips open, then I started to play on his lips with my tongue, forcing it into his opening mouth.

Suddenly I felt his hard penis play on my thigh, he was ready to go for another shot. But I wanted something else…

"John", I whispered, "would you like to do a favour to me?".

"uhh..yeah..mom."

I rolled off him, lying on my back, I took his hand, parted my slender legs and guided his hand down to my wet hole. I started massaging myself with his hand, and soon he caught it. He started playing with his fingers on my mound…making me part my legs even more.

"Ohhh…John…it feels so good…play with your fingers… uuhhhmmm…", I was so hot, my liquids pouring out of me as he was playing, still very uncertain of himself, with my love cave.

Slowly, not wanting to disturb him, I crawled up in bed, my head resting on the pillows…his head was at my belly. I put my hands on his head, gently pushing him downwards…

"Ohhh…", I heard him whisper. He was down between my opened legs. Looking directly into my pussy, the place he had once come from. It felt so strange to have a man between my legs again, to have my own son look into my most secret place, but I didn't have any second thoughts. His hand was making miracles down there…

I accomodated myself with the pillow under my head so I could see the entire act. Gently I started caressing his dark-brown hair, the same colour as my pubic hair, watching his surprised gaze on my pussy. In the amazement he had forgotten everything, so carefully, not disturbing his view, I grabbed his hand and started to move it on my flesh in circles…

Slowly, I parted my legs as much as I could, bending the knees and bringing the legs up towards my belly, finding, that it was the same position I had once had when I had given birth to John, only now he was a big boy, with manly desires, a stallion between his mother's legs.

He gave out yet another "ohhh", when seeing my pussy open up in front of his face, my inner lips protruding, my cave appearing to be seen by his eyes for the very first time.

"mmmm…John…move your hand like that…it feels so good…"

He somehow got it, and started moving his hand with fascination, feeling my soft womanly flesh, slick with juices, play under his fingers.

Not disturbing his fingering, I parted my lips with my fingers, making my hard and bloodfilled clitoris appear.

He was only inches away from my steaming pussy. He was looking at it like in a trance, watching the entrance to my vagina expand, thus making the hole appear.

"Would you like to put your finger inside of me John?"

"Can I…I mean…"

"Sure honey…I would love that, just be careful…so you don't scratch me…"

I felt his unexperienced index finger probe at the entrance, then it found it's way in, sinking into my slippery slit like it was melting butter.

"mmmmhhh…that feels really good…", I moaned, feeling his finger slide in as far as it could go…

"ohhh…it's so wet mom…"

"Yes John, it is…it becomes that way when a woman gets excited…it's designed that way to make the pecker enter more easier into the pussy…you do know what those things are…" I wanted to ease up the tension by talking a little to him…

"I…I know what pecker is…but not the other…the other word"

"Well, it's where you have your finger right now…some call it vagina, others call it cunt…but I prefer pussy…", I moaned when I felt his finger bend inside my vagina. "mmmm…move it in and out of me and wriggle it just like that honey…like you would with your pecker…it makes me feel good that way…the same way it makes you feel good."

He did as I asked him, watching in fascination as my pussy would respond to his finger. Each time he pushed it in me, my entrance would sink inwards almost collapsing, and each time he withdrew his juice covered finger, my pussy would follow his finger outwards, like it didn't want to let go of it…

I started to massage my clitoris with my fingers while my son was in my pussy with his. He was right, I was so wet between my legs, the sex-act so far had made me all excited, making my juices flow frow my cave, some dribbling out, smearing my slender thighs.

"mmmmmm…uhmmmm, yes…it feels so good John…rub this little bud here with your thumb while you play with your finger…ahhhh…that's the way…mmmmmm…"

John was a quick learner, fascinated by what he saw, looking in trance at the strange process that happened only inches away from his beautiful face.

He was doing what I loved the most when Michael was fingering my pussy, I had learned that I enjoyed feeling a finger or a penis inside my pussy while he was tickling my clitoris with his other finger or thumb. Now John was giving me the same treatment…and I wasn't far from orgasm…

"mmmm…that's right…put in a…ahhh…one more… finger…", he did what I asked, and soon I felt another finger slide into the depths of my pussy, accompanying the other as he expanded my hole further…

"ahhhh…faster…faster John…"

Then it came, so fast and mercyless, like a tornado, taking my body up to heights of plesure and relief. My pussy clamping around his fingers, jerking and twitching as I came in a ravaging orgasm.

*

I was caressing his hair, his fingers had ceased playing in my sensitive hole, my pussy still giving an occasional twitch in the aftermath of the orgasm.

"What happened mom, did I hurt you or anything?"

"No John, it felt marvelous…"

"Can I play with…it…some more?"

I smiled at him softly, played my hand on his hair, enjoying the sense of the aftermath…

"Yes John…you can play with my…pussy…", it felt strange to say that word to my son, even though he was looking straight into my juice dripping hole. "…you can play with my pussy every time you'd like to…"

"Really mom?"

He inserted one of his fingers into my sticky hole, sawing it in and out of me, like moments earlier.

"Anytime you'd like, it will be ready waiting for you..", I moaned feeling his little finger wriggling inside my sensitive flesh, "play your thumb on the little bud…that's what drives a girl crazy…"

"You mean this..?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Yes lover, it's called clitoris…that's were the woman gets very excited when touching her…"

I looked down at my son, he looked so concentrated, so occupied and devoted to what he was doing, transfixed by the act…

"It's so beautiful…" I heard him whisper.

"Would you like to do something even more beautiful, something that would give me even more pleasures honey?"

"Uhuh…"

Gently I pushed his head towards the entrance to my pussy. I felt a little hesitation at first, but then he gave in. This was what I had waited for…

"Please John, lick me down there…"

I saw him look up at me, hesitantly, like not believing what I was asking him to do, then his tentative tounge touched my fluttering lips.

"…mmmm…yes John…that's right…play with your tongue on that little bud…", I showed him that I meant my clitoris, "…ahhhh…yes…".

He was a quick learner, and I didn't have to instruct him what I wanted him to do. It came so natural for him. I felt tears coming in my eyes from the excitement and love for my child. The child that now so affectionatly was giving me such a pleasure, like only one man before had ever done.