DONE BY EVERY MOM

Rebecca's closest friend persuades her to seduce her son

By

Michael Robertson

This is a fictional work. Names, characters, settings, and happenings are either made up by the author or utilized fictitiously. Any similarity to real people, living or dead, businesses, events, or locations is completely coincidental.

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I glanced out the window, down at my son Jon, and imagined what it would be like to fuck him. He was laying in the lounge chair, and as my gaze wandered over his chest and firm flat stomach, my lustful imagination imagined my tongue following that path. Kissing and sucking his nipples before slipping down his stomach to the edge of his shorts. My hand would be on his cock, and he'd be so erect for me!

His mother would unzip his shorts, kiss, and suck his erect young cock. Jon would moan 'Mom' in a manner that most moms would never expect a son to do, but it made this mother's pussy flow as I sucked that rigid cock between my lips.

Jon's enormous, powerful hands would rest on my shoulders and back, caressing my smooth skin before moving around between us to cup my breasts, teasing my throbbing nipples as I drew my son's entire length into my hungry lips.

Jon would take my long, brown hair and pull it to the side, allowing him to see as I bobbed my head slowly and gently, giving him the illicit delight of having a passionate blow job from his eager mother.

In my fevered thoughts, Jon would not endure long. He was so delighted to see his mother between his legs that he cummed rapidly. He would burst into my lips with a tug on my hair and a screaming Oh, mom!

My hands slipped underneath my short black robe, and I groaned as I ran them up my inner thighs, my thoughts drifting to the sight of my kid cumming in my mouth. When my fingers slid into my naked pussy, I gasped because I was so wet. I could almost taste the sensation of his thick, hot cum streaming over my tongue and down my throat.

I located my swollen clit and massaged slowly, teasing circles around it, imagining Jon had exchanged places with me. I was now resting back on the chair, my legs wide and draped over his large shoulders, my soft feet on his back, while he stretched his mother's pussy and sunk his tongue within.

As a lover, I would be toying with my nipples and screaming his name, but no partner would ever want to pleasure me in the same way that my kid would.

Damn you, Cynthia, I moaned, as my fingers continued to caress my swollen button, thinking about my son bringing me to a screaming orgasm with his delicious tongue and thrusting fingers.

When my climax had left me breathless and shivering, Jon would move up over me. His youthful passionate cock would be erect again, prepared for his mother's hot dripping pussy. He wouldn't be gentle. Need, need, and want for his mother would drive him to crash hard into me, sinking his balls deep in the welcome heat of my eager pussy.

I'd wrap my legs around his waist, luring him further into my forbidden heat and screaming in his ear, pushing him to fuck his mother harder and deeper, telling him how much I wanted my son's cock. As wonderful as it was to think of his filling my mouth and feeling his cock twitch within me, filling my pussy with his hot load made my fingers travel quicker over my clit.

I leaned back and sat on the edge of the chair next to the window, elevating my leg to rest on the sill. Staring down at Jon, who was sleeping there oblivious that his mother was masturbating over the prospect of fucking him, I brought my other hand into action, thrusting my fingers into my hungry pussy.

Oh, yeah. I groaned, and my fingers made moist sucking noises as they drove within. That's it, honey; give it to me! Fuck Mommy's Pussy! Let me know how much you want me! Oh...

The sound of my voice saying those horrible things pushed me over the brink. I let my head fall back and let out a loud groan as I realized my kid was on top of me, moaning in my ear as he spurted within me.

My hips pushed higher, imagining my fingers as Jon's cock and pushing them further within me. I leaned back against the chair, gasping for air, and removed my fingers, holding them up in front of my face, amazed at how moist they were. I couldn't remember the last time I had been so wet or come so hard.

I took my fingers into my mouth, loving the flavor and wishing I was sucking the sticky sweet fluids off Jon's glistening and dripping cock when he finished fucking me. I stayed leaning against the chair, looking across at my laptop on the nightstand.

Now that I had taken the edge off, at least for the time being, since I had been horny as hell for the most of the previous two days, I was back to thinking about how bad what I had just done was.

I had been preoccupied with the concept of my kid. Sucking and fucking my own kid. Two days ago, I would have shaken my head in disgust at the thought of a mother engaging in incest. In fact, I was horrified and communicated my thoughts.

Yet, even as I told Cynthia how ill I felt she was, something inside me had been activated. But I might have disregarded such ideas as bizarre responses to the unexpected revelation that my long-time closest friend was having sex with her kid.

Cynthia then discussed it with me and emailed me a video of them, telling me I should view it. My first impulse was to remove it, and I should have. If I had, I would not have spent the previous several days telling myself I was unwell and then looking at my kid like Kay Parker from the years-old movie Taboo.

I had the mouse poised above delete but hadn't clicked it. Cynthia's expression as I spied on her with Tommy, followed by her description of how amazing it felt and how hot it was...I watched it once, then again, and then again.

I'd told myself it was sick, and I'd merely moved on from Cynthia's illness to witnessing her and her kid cross the final line. But as I turned off