The Time I Fucked My Son : Mommy’s Creampies 13

The 80’s was a time of spandex, walkmans and Rubik’s cubes, but it was also the decade that I did the most sinful, taboo act of my life.

My son Billy was the local pool’s lifeguard and all the mothers lusted after him.  I didn’t want anyone to claim him but myself, so one fateful afternoon I made him mine, letting him fill me with that surprisingly big package of his until I can’t take anymore.

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“Just pretend I’m not here,” I said.

“That’s kind of hard.”

“Try,” I urged.

Billy took a breath and then unfastened his shorts.  He committed to trying—I mean, he really did.  Without so much as a warning he’d pulled down his shorts and stepped out of them, standing there naked as the noises of the pool blared outside.

“Wow,” was all I could say.

His wide back guided the eye down to his narrow waist and then came those fantastic buns of his.  All summer they’d been wrapped by his shorts but now here I was—his mother of all people—catching a glimpse of the joys that lay beneath.

“You said to just pretend you weren’t here,” Billy shrugged.

“Keep pretending,” I hushed.

Billy turned around without looking at me, committing to the game.  He walked naked to the open shower and turned on one of the heads, putting his hand beneath the water and testing its temperature.

I watched him, speechless.  Now I could see that big cock of his, still hard and jutting out from his midriff.  The water tickled over it and it bounced gently.  I could practically see the blood being pumped through it.  A thick vein ran up the outside, giving it a commanding appearance.  He was big.

“You look beautiful,” I whispered.

Billy ignored me for now, as though I was some kind of apparition.  He continued to test the water, and then he stepped beneath the stream and cast his head back.

The water flowed down over him and he pushed back his long, permed hair.  I felt my pussy awaken to him.  The blood rushed to it, preparing it for something naughty, as though it knew the destination of this whole, sordid affair.

“I don’t want you to ignore me anymore, Billy,” I said.

He moved his head out from under the shower and looked to me.  The water ran down over his powerful physique as he stared.

“I won’t,” he said.

My hand moved down slowly over my flat stomach as I fought with the turmoil inside.  Billy watched carefully as I pushed my finger down over the crotch of my panties, teasing my pussy beneath.

“That’s it, Mom,” he said steadily, starting to take charge.  “I like it when you do that.”

“I’d better do more of it then, hadn’t I?”

I fought to hide my shock as his hand moved down to his hard cock and took a strong grip.  Steadily he jerked himself beneath the shower-head.  I was mesmerized.  I mean, I couldn’t take my eyes off it.  His cock looked so good being jerked like that, and he did it so slowly too.

He arched his shoulders back so that his pecs became more pronounced.  The water slid down off him and his hand pumped slowly, pinching towards the bulbous, taut crown of his cock.

“I need that,” I hushed.

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