"Oh, Tiffany, I gotta cum," he moaned, pulling out.

"Already?" I muttered, under my breath while I peeked at him.

"You want it, don't you?" he asked, stroking his rod.

"Um, yes," I moaned unwillingly.

A few seconds later, he let his seed out onto my tits. "Oh, you're one sexy lady, Tiffany."

I didn't respond to that, but took his seed all over them.

'You know just how to woo a woman.'

"Damn, you're some woman," he let out, getting down on the floor.

"What, are you leaving?"

"Uh, yeah, I gotta get up early in the morning, and I'd rather not run into your son. He doesn't like me, and I'm not too fond of him, no offense."

"Um, okay," I whined, standing. "Would it really be too much to ask that you spend the night? I don't even like getting cumshots on my boobs, and you could've lasted a bit longer to satisfy me, you know? Four seconds after you shoot, you suddenly just need to leave?"

"Look, I'm sorry, I've been busy at work, and to tell you the truth, the tension between me and your son has been distracting," he explained, getting dressed.

"So, it's his fault you couldn't last?"

"No, that's weird, Tiffany."

"No, shit, Don," I let out, sitting down on the bed.

I grabbed a towel and wiped off his cum. 'This is such bullshit,' I thought, before I tossed it and glanced at the door.

I shrieked for a second. "Chris," I muttered.

"Did you say something?" Don asked.

"No," I responded, looking at him. "Just go if you're gonna go," I told him, letting my eyes on the door again. 'Chris, are you spying on me? I don't think he noticed, but are you checking your own mom out through that little crack?'

I didn't know what to think, but I couldn't let Don know my son was behind the door. I didn't hide my body to not tip Don off, but a moment later he was dressed.

Then he came up to me. "Give me a kiss."

"No, just go."

"Okay," he said, backing away. "Sense you're mad anyway, I'm gonna be out of town next weekend."

"Really, next weekend?"

"Why did you say it like that? What's next weekend?"

I sighed. "Nothing, Don."

"Okay, well, I'll call you this week, maybe we can have a date during the week."

"Um, whatever, I guess."

He scoffed. "So, what, I have a damn job, and you're just gonna scold me?"

"Just go, Don."

"Or maybe I won't call, Tiffany. It doesn't seem like we're clicking. Maybe it's time to end this, or at least go on a break. I'm not into your son, he's not into me, and we don't seem to be into each other anymore, so let's end it. Let's just be adults about this, and-"

"How about you just get the fuck out, Don?" I bitched, rising.

I heard a slight gulp from the door, so I had to see it again and witness Chris checking my whole body out for a moment. All the while, it seemed Don was comprehending the situation. He needed time to think, and Chris took advantage of it seemed to see me.

'I love Chris more than life itself, and shit, he wants to see me?'

"Okay, so that's it?"

"I guess, Don. You laid out the case why, so yes, let's have it end now."

"Fine, goodbye," he said, before heading to the door.

I felt my heart nearly rip out as he opened it, but Chris was gone.

I let out a sigh of relief and sat down.  "Why was Chris looking at me?"

I didn't have answer, but I stayed on my bed for a few minutes before I got dressed. Then I came out to the living room and saw Chris sitting on the couch. As far as I knew, he didn't know I saw him, but surely heard Don and my conversation.

I sat down next to him. "So, how are you, dude?"

"Um, I'm fine, Mom," he answered, not making eye contact with me.

Then I got close to him and let him feel me. I wasn't about to bust him and make him uncomfortable, but of course, I noticed his shake somewhat. We watched TV for a half hour in silence and I thought about him seeing me.

I felt my panties getting wet just thinking about it, and I didn't even know why. I practically did with my son what was supposed to happen with Don. He knew it too, but there was no reason to talk about it.

Nevertheless, after a half hour, he rose a bit. "So, things are done between you and Don? I just heard some yelling, and it seemed like it was over."

"Yeah, you could say that, Chris."

"Well, Mom, you're only about to turn 36 next weekend, and you're still a very attractive woman."

"Well, thank you, sweetheart," I told him, before pecking his cheek. "Since you mentioned it, what do you want to do for our birthday?"

"Um, I hadn't thought about it, I was just gonna do something alone that night, and let you be with Don."

"No, fuck that, even if I was still with that dirtbag, I'd still do something with my son on our birthday. I'm exactly 18 years older than you, and I'll be double your age."

"I know, Mom, I've done the math."

"Well, with that said, how about we go to Sen Rosa?"

"Um, Mom, isn't that like a romantic restaurant?"

"Well, it can be, but we're never gonna have a birthday like this one. Don doesn't want to be with me, then I'll spend some quality time with my son. He couldn't even remember my birthday is next weekend, let alone yours is too. So, fuck him, you know?"

"Okay."

"You can say 'Fuck him.', dude."

"Okay, fuck him, Mom."

"Thank you, son," I told him, before kissing him on the lips.

"Mom, what was that?"

"What, I'm still your mom, and I'm allowed to kiss you if I want, right?"

"I guess."

"So, it's a date, next Saturday night. Just you and me together?"

He giggled and blinked a few times. "Sure, Mom."

"I love you, Chris," I told him, pecking his cheek.

"I love you too, Tiffany."

"That's not funny."

"Okay, it won't happen again."

I rose and put my hand out.

He took it and I helped him up. "It's only weird if you make it weird, son, You have a mom that loves you dearly, and because that fucking idiot bailed on me, you're getting to spend our birthday with me one on one. I just broke up with him and your mom needs some love, are you up for it?"

"Yes, Mom."

"No, hesitation, good," I said, before kissing him on the lips again. 'You want to see me naked, son? Maybe you will.'

That next Saturday night, I was getting ready for our date. I didn't know how to look at it, but I knew my son wanted me. He wasn't spying on me for no reason that previous weekend. I felt gitty about it, but still didn't know to do about it. I just knew I wanted to be close to him, and if something did happen, it'd be right.

"Mom?" I heard him ask through the door.

"You can come in here."

He opened the door. "Whoa, Mom, you're in just your bra and underwear," he whined, looking away.

"Oh, come on, I'm just your mom," I told him, coming to him. "And green is your favorite color, remember?"

"You're my mom, I'm not supposed to see you underdressed, and don't ruin my favorite color."

"Don't be dramatic, but you said it yourself, I'm attractive," I said, hugging him. "Happy birthday, by the way."

"Happy birthday, Mom."

"Oh, you look handsome. Not quite enough for a wedding, but to take your mom out on a date, it's classy."

"And you're..."

"I'm not going out in my bra and thong, dude, but maybe you can pick out a dress for me."

"Seriously, Mom?"

"Yes, we're going out on a date. A mother/son date, so you should help me."

"You didn't pick out my outfit, Mom."

"I know, but still, you said it's a romantic place, and I'd like to be classy too," I confessed, closing the gap.

I had him uneasy it seemed, and it was when I knew he wanted me. He didn't want to admit it, but it was true judging by him checking me out last weekend. I hugged him again and felt his boner down there.

"Mom," he groaned, backing away. "I think you'll be radiating in any dress."

"Okay, then I pick this one," I said, picking up. "It's bright pink. Maybe a shiny object, but when I date my son, I go big."

He swallowed and couldn't answer.

I put it on and turned around to him. "Will you zip me up?"

He came over to me and did the favor.

Once I was dressed, I turned back. "Well, I'll let you be the classy gentleman and let you drive. I'll gladly pay, though."

"Okay," he mumbled. "You do look beautiful, Mom."

"Thank you again," I told him, before kissing him. "I love you."

"I love you too."

He didn't even protest, and then he drove us to the restaurant. He was a good man and opened my door for me and this and that for me. Even though I made the reservation, he gave the hostess the name and got us to our table.

We ordered our food, and after the waitress walked away, I let my hands not his. "I don't care if you're my son, I love going out on date night."

"I'm sure you'd rather be out with Don, though."

"No, forget him, I have a man who adores me and wants to spend time with me," I made clear, leaning over to kiss him. "I love you to the moon and back, Chris."

"I love you too, Mom."

"You're 18 now, so are you gonna find a woman for me to meet?"

"I have no idea, Mom."

"Okay, just know whoever it is and whenever it happens, I'll be happy to meet them. I'm never gonna give you a sibling, so we just have each other, and I want you to be happy. I know you definitely need to... you know?"

"Have sex, Mom?"

"Yes," I answered, looking away. "Um, may I ask you something?"

"What?"

I took a deep breath. "Are you a virgin?"

"Mom," he griped, shaking and shooting me a dirty look. "Why would you ask me that?"

I put my hands back on his. "I just want to know my son better. He's 18 today, and I'd like to reconnect, that's all."

He sighed. "Okay, yes, I'm still a virgin."

"Okay," I muttered, leaning to him. "Is there anything you'd like to ask me?"

He took a deep breath too, and showed me he had something. Although, he couldn't get it out so easily. I kept my palms on his and shot him a motherly smile.

"Um, whatever happened with you and my dad?"

"Um, nothing, really. It's not like either of us were ready to be parents, but you had supportive grandparents. Quite frankly, I don't even know if his parents know they have a grandchild turning 18 today."

"So, you just haven't heard from him in years?"

"Nope."

"Didn't he come back into our lives when I was little?"

"Um, yes, technically. He briefly came back into our lives when you were 4. I guess you could say he tried being a parent for a few weeks, and he even wanted to get back together."

"But that didn't happen?"

"No, I'm afraid not. He wanted to, but we couldn't make it work. It just didn't happen, dude."

"Mom, are you crying?"

"Just a tad," I confessed, wiping away my tears. "I did want you to have him in your life, Chris. Unfortunately, life had other plans. Last I knew, he married someone else a few years ago. I have no idea if it worked out, or if he had other kids, but like I said, I haven't heard from him in years. He left me with you, but I just want you to know, I've never regretted keeping you. I love you to the moon and back. I know it's cliche to hear that kind of thing, but it's true. From the first minute I held you in my arms, I loved you that way. Your grandparents weren't happy with me getting pregnant at 17, but once they got to hold you too, they were sold too. Now that you're 18, I'm just feeling a little emotional. I'm on a date with my own son, and I'm just so happy we're getting close again."

He nodded and kissed me, so he got some message. Sure enough, I could not ask him about watching me in my bedroom, but we were still staying close and getting better acquainted once again. Eventually, our food came, and we began eating.

It was perfect, and we smiled at each other several times. I was just tickled pink that it was going well, and I hadn't even brought out the best part of the night. After eating for 20 minutes, we were pretty much done.

"Should we get the check, Mom?"

"Yes, in a bit," I replied, coming over to him. "Before we go, do you care to dance?"

"What, here?"

"Yes, here, there's dancing here. You're already on a date with your mom, why not make it a more memorable night together?"

He couldn't deny me that, so he took my hand and I escorted him out to the dance floor.

I got close to him and kissed him. "People will just think you're dating an older woman, they don't know I'm your mom," I told him, setting my palms on his shoulders.

"This is the part where you put your hands on my lower back and dance with me."

He followed my direction and locked eyes with me. We danced in public as mother and son, but no one knew that for sure. Anyone could figure it out, but we were still enjoying each other's company.

We kissed each other a few more times and connected perfectly. I felt him convulsing a bit, though, so I knew he was uneasy. Yet, he was still committed to dancing with me. I surely felt him poke me a tad too.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Because I'm dancing with my sauve son and loving every second of it. Am I not allowed to enjoy myself?"

"Good one, Mom."

I got even closer to him and set my chin on his shoulder. I made him feel my boobs even more, and it surely got a reaction from him. His hard-on got sitffer, and I saw him sweating his ass off. I chuckled a bit and kissed him again.

"Well, you might be 36, but you're still stunning."

"Thank you, are you trying to flatter me?"

"No."

"You just love me?"

"Yes, Mom."

"I know you're an only child, but you do, in fact, mean the world to me, Chris. You've been the one constant in my life, and I've watched you grow up mostly by myself. You're quite the hunk if you ask me."

"A hunk, Mom?"

"It's just a compliment from the woman that loves you most, dude. You're on a date with me, remember? Compliments are expected."

He nodded and smiled at me. I wasn't sure all what was going through his mind, but we danced as mother and son, but it felt so much better than that. I knew he wanted me, but I set the stage there for him.

Not that I thought he'd strip me the second we got home, but I knew how much I loved him, and I felt the need to be his loving mom. We stayed close as we danced for 10 minutes. We didn't speak much, but we didn't need to, though.

I could feel his erection getting stiffer, and I saw him sweating up a storm. He was in his nice clothes and it was a little hot in there, but I was certain he was melting because of me. Yet, I wanted to milk our time together like that all I could.

We kissed each other a few more times and bonded more then than in the past year. We smiled at each other and felt the love growing rapidly. Also, the very idea of just how the evening might end was making my thong wet again.

I tried not to give myself away, but he seemed to be enjoying himself quite a bit too. I wasn't sure how long we'd dance, but we seemed to be in a trance, and we didn't want it to end. We loved each other dearly, and it showed.

I knew I might be pushing my luck, but I kissed him a bit and did it a bit longer each time. I might have been pushing it, but he didn't seem to mind. In any event, I did feel more like a couple with him than ever before.

I felt my heart growing too, and I had to shed a few tears. He didn't question them, but we had slow music playing, and it was an inimtate setting even with people watching us. We had each other, and that's all we needed.

Maybe he was so connected to me that only he wanted to fuck me, but either way, I felt attracted to him too. He couldn't feel my drenched cunt, but he didn't need to. He got the results he got regardless if I desired to make a move on me or not.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to or not, but he was baiting me even if he didn't know about it. He even kissed me on his own, so he felt the dating atmosphere too. Even if I did put myself out there for him to have, I wasn't sure he'd take me.

I wasn't gonna let my hormones or need to replace Don make me do something wrong. I just needed to work this the best I could and decide what to do when the time came. Right at that moment, I wanted to ravage him.

I knew he was still my son, and we'd have to be mother and son afterward. So, I kept my head first and pussy second. Yet, he was still baiting me, but I couldn't fault him for that. He kept his palms on my lower back, but yet, I felt him inching down towards my butt.

So, he sent some messages, and I still wasn't even sure if he knew about them. Whether I wanted to or not, I had to think about what'd it be like to have sex with him. Even if he just made sweet love to me, I had to imagine it being passionate and loving.

I didn't try to close my eyes and imagine it, but I did it without closing my eyes. I made him into the hunk I wanted him to be, and I could only imagine the date ending us in my bed.

He felt my boobs so much, his wood couldn't go away. He wanted me, so I had him more than horny. Yet, he was quite the gentleman and wasn't about to do anything inappropriate. The furthest he got was kissing me, unlike a son.

I cherished that and certainly built up the rest of the night in my head. I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn't help it. He had me successfully baited to want him, and I just hoped he'd be accepted if he did tell me he wanted me.

After twenty loving minutes, I kissed him again. "Well, I think this was a loving date, good food, dancing, reconnecting with you among candlelight too. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Um, yes, Mom," he agreed, breaking eye contact.

I knew he was embarrassed, so I took his hand and kissed him yet again. "I'm your mom, I'm never gonna judge you, just love you," I told him, before going back to our table.

I set out some money for the bill and then pulled out my keys. "Care to drive me home, son?"

He gladly took my keys and then my hand. So, we held hands as we walked back out to the car. I let the love rise again, and he loved that too. Once we made it to the car, we both got in and I didn't let the intimacy end there.

I put my hand in his lap, but away from his cock, and set my head on his head. "There's nothing wrong with a mother and son bonding. Especially after a hot date."

He nodded, but didn't speak. I kept the mood set, and I guess I wanted him to make the move. I knew he wanted me, and I let myself out there so he could make his move. Maybe not in the car, but when we got back inside.

When we got home, I brought my head away, but pecked his cheek. "Let's go inside."

We both got out and went inside. I took his hand and brought him to the living room.

I sat down on the love seat and invited him down with me. "Want to watch a movie with me?"

"Um, sure."

"Or we could just talk if you like."

He jiggled and couldn't look at me.

"Well, you look like you're really to hit it, huh?" I asked, pulling him to me. "Are you emotionally exhausted?"

"I guess."

"Okay, we can call it if you'd like," I said, rising.

"No, it's okay, Mom," he said, coming up too. "I'd like to spend some more time with you."

"Is that so? Maybe in my bedroom?"

"In your bedroom, why?"

"Maybe we can talk some more before you put me to bed."

"You want me to put you to bed?"

I took a deep breath and kissed him. "Well, you could... come to bed with me. If you'd like, son," I muttered, before bringing my hands down to his crotch.

He immediately began attacking me with his breath. I was letting him know it was okay, but he needed to make that move.

Yet, he couldn't, so I greased the wheels even more.  "Just because we're mother and son doesn't mean this hot date can't end the way it should," I told him, before I pushed the sides of my dress off my shoulders. "Remember, green is your favorite color."

He took in a deep breath. "Mom, what are you doing?"

"Coming onto my son, Chris," I replied, pushing myself on him and kissing him. "Care to come to my room?" I pondered, prior to backing away and putting my hand out. "I can say the words if you need me to."

I was certain he didn't need me to, but was still nervous. He got to see my nearly nude body up close and I let myself out there for him to take. I had to feel his rod get even bigger, so I was certain he wanted me.

He was still reluctant because being with me would be incest. Yet, I was willing to cross that line, and I just wanted him to willingly cross that line with me. Even with me feeling his member down there, he couldn't pull the trigger.

After a few more minutes, he took my hand. He didn't speak, but escorted me to my room. I wasn't sure what he'd do, but I was anxious to find out. Once we were in there, he shut the door and had me sit down on the bed.

I knew he was still nervous and reluctant, but then I took his hands and brought them to my boobs. "Remember, I'm only your mom, and I'm always gonna be your mom."

"Mom, I've never been with a woman, remember?"

"I know, but you need to be with a woman who loves you, and remember, you just got back from a very hot date."

"Okay, and your tits are amazing."

"You should see and feel them without this pesky bra, son. Why don't you take it off me?"

"I don't know how to undo one."

"It's like riding a bike, once you learn, you'll never forget."

He nodded and calmly brought his hands to my back. I knew it was an uphill battle for him to get it off me so easily, but he was up to the challenge. That just made him even sexier and got my thong even more soaked.

He grabbed the clasp and attempted to undo it. In less than five seconds, I felt him shaking it a bit, so I could tell he was getting stressed. He wanted to impress me, but it wasn't coming off so easily. I could only guess he never practiced on one before then.

"Damn it," he mumbled,

I giggled.

"Mom, don't laugh, it'll make me, you know?"

"Don't worry," I told him, rising to him. "You're my handsome stud of a son, and I don't intend on this not being a happy night for both of us," I made clear, bringing my hands to his crotch. "And it's hard, I'm your mom, it shouldn't be hard."

"Oh, you're hot, Mom."

"Only because you love me so much."

"Okay, are you gonna feel my..."

"Cock, dick, schlong, pecker, johnson?"

"Um, yes."

I cheesed at him and brought my hands to my back. I took off my bra and witnessed his eyes light up like a Christmas tree. Then I pushed my thong down as well, and let him soak in my body for a moment.

"Do you like what you see, Chris?"

He couldn't answer, but his jaw nearly dropped. I could tell he wanted to spew out so many things, but he couldn't. I couldn't resist the urge to get his cock out after a moment and took it in my hands.

"Oh, Mom," he moaned, before grabbing my jugs. "Shit, I'm sorry," he apologized, before yanking his palms away.

"It's okay, Chris," I laughed, before kissing him. "I'm feeling your johnson, so you may feel your mom's hooters."

"Okay," he muttered, before feeling them again. "Wow, Mom, these are perfect."

"Hey, my eyes are up here."

"I'm sorry, Mom," he apologized, evicting his hands again.

"You're too easy," I told him, before getting down on my knees.

His cock was out there front and center, I steered clear for the time being. I undressed his bottom for a moment and then rose to him. He took the lead and took his tux off, so he was naked with me.

Then I took his rod in my hands. "As long as the woman isn't under the influence of something, even if she's genetically related to you, and she wants to have sex, you do it," I told him, before kissing him. "Do you want to have sex with your mom, Chris? The perfect ending to one hot date."

He looked at my body for a moment and tried to comprehend the whole situation. I stroked his member slowly and let him appreciate the moment. I already knew he wanted to have sex with me, but I still wanted him to make his move.

"May I feel your boobs, Mom?"

"Yes, horndog," I answered, before kissing him and sitting down on the bed. "You may do whatever you want with me. I'm only your mom, I'm not gonna judge you, just love you and connect with you in a way we just shouldn't."

I laid myself on a silver platter for him, and he had to take advantage of it. He was still reluctant, but he couldn't resist me. He got next to me and soaked in my body once again. After a moment, he calmly brought his palms to my bosoms.

"Enjoy yourself, son. Incest might be illegal, but I can keep it a secret. You may even ask me if my tits are real and I won't get upset."

"I didn't think they weren't real, Mom," he made clear, squeezing them. "Holy shit, they are genuine."

I rose a bit and gave him better access. "I have all night, so have fun with me, son," I told him, before kissing him. "Only because you love me."

"I love you to the moon and back."

"Well, I love you to the sun and back, Chris."

"It's not a competition."

"You only say that when you're losing," I busted him, taking his cock in my hands. "And you have a hard-on, Chris. Have you been masturbating a lot lately?"

"A bit, yes."

"Well, don't worry about doing that tonight, you have your pretty mom to help you with that."

He nodded and began shaking. I loved him dearly, but it seemed maybe it was too much. He never had any sexual experience with a woman before, so there was no telling how much he could take.

"Oh, you have soft hands, Mom," he moaned, letting his head back. "Mom, I have to cum."

He couldn't even watch, but he suddenly popped out 5 different cumshots and I made sure they all were plastered all over my rack. I knew I wanted it before, but once I made him shoot my moneymakers, it was so much hotter than I could imagine.

"Oh, Mom," he moaned, before peeking at me. "Shit, I'm sorry. I wanted to last for you, or any woman I got to have sex with first."

"I know, and don't be sorry, stud," I told him, prior to kissing him and lying down next to him.

I wiped it all away with my blanket and then I took his hand. "I hope you're ready for more," I mentioned, setting his hand on my pussy. "Do you like that, son?" I asked, setting my head on his shoulder.

"Oh, yes, I do, Mom," he muttered, fingering me.

"You see, there's nothing wrong with some foreplay, so enjoy your mom," I added, taking his rod in my hand. "Feel free to feel my jugs again too, and I do mean with your face."

"Wow, you're hot, Mom. May I stick my fingers up into your..."

"Pussy, muff, slit, twat, cherry or maybe cunt?"

"Yes, Mom," he muttered, getting on top of me. "I want to make love to you."

"I can't wait."

"Are you..." he said, breaking eye contact. "On birth control?"

"Why, don't you want to get your mom pregnant on her 36th birthday, Chris?"

"Um, am I supposed to say 'Yes.', Mom?"

"Oh, you're flustered, huh?" I asked, before kissing him. "No, you want to get a woman closer to your own age pregnant, son, not me. We're just bonding as mother and son right now. It's 100% consensual, so there's nothing wrong with it. You're feeling my boobs on your chest right now and I'm feeling your hard prick on my snatch. Now you should stick it inside me and make sweet love to me. Stay close if you want, but make sure you kiss me repeatedly, got it?"

"Mom what if I can't satisfy you?"

"Don't worry, I promise this won't be a one-and-done deal. I'm gonna show you how much I love you, Chris. Nothing and no one does or ever will. I still want you to find a woman who can at least be in second place. In due time, if you want to tell her you lost your virginity to me, then spill your guts. If she breaks up with you; then you may come back to me, and I'll give you more confidence. Now please, make love to me, I want to feel you."

He nodded and rose a bit. I saw him grab his member and unlike undoing my bra, he managed to get his cock in the right hole down there.

He stuck it in there all the way and fell to me. "Holy shit, I'm fucking my mom, I'm fucking my mom," he let out, looking straight up.

"I know," I giggled, shaking. "But you gotta look at me."

He calmly moved his head to see me as his wood stayed deep inside me. I felt the serene pleasure of his cock buried deep inside me, and I had to fight the urge not to scream too.

"Holy mother fucking shit, Mom, you're hot, I can't believe my schlong is inside you. You're the sexiest MILF alive."

"Thank you, and believe it, but try to watch your language," I warned him, setting my palms on his back. "I want intimate and loving sex with my son."

"Okay, I'm sorry, Mom," he apologized, before kissing me. "I don't want to upset you, just love you."

"Good, now let your pecker go in and out slowly."

He nodded and did just that. He let my hooters rub on his chest as he made sweet love to me for the first time. I already felt his member going haywire, and I had no idea how long he could last. I was still more than curious to find out.

He moaned nonstop and tried to keep eye contact with me. He was gonna need to learn, though, and I was more than happy to help him with that. I massaged his back and his neck a bit too. He stayed close to me and intensified the grand thrills.

We didn't talk for some time, but we didn't need to. He was more than content making sweet love to me, so he didn't need to speak. Just as I told him, he kissed me several times and made each one of them count.

We loved each other more than life itself, but we didn't need to say the words. They were screaming at one another, and we both knew it. He attacked me with his breath, but I didn't mind. I took it as a badge of honor and waited for him to shoot.

He knew I was on the pill, but I couldn't be sure where he'd let his seed out. I already made him cum on my rack once, but in any event, if I made him have another orgasm, I wouldn't care where it landed.

He wrapped his arms around me and felt me even closer. My tits were a little squished, but I didn't care. Feeling him so close to me was worth it, and he did give me grand intimacy. So, I appreciated that all I could, and began letting out my own moans.

He let out several moans, and it appeared he was losing it already. I wasn't about to undercut his confidence, so I rose to him to kiss him. I made it count and pulled him even closer to me. We made out as passionately as possible, and I waited for him to lose it.

He wasn't giving it away so easily that time, though. He held his load and made sweet love to me the best he could. I was only his mom, so he wanted to make it last for long as he could with me. I encouraged him, and let him make his move.

I saw the look on his face, so he was losing it, but he fought like hell to keep lasting. He kept his rod thrusting in and out of my slit, and he made sure to keep kissing me too. So, he painted the picture that he loved me and I was tickled pink.

"Oh, Mom, I can't hold it," he let out, leaning up.

"Cum inside me, horndog, I want to feel it."

"Okay, Mom," he let out, looking right into my eyes.

From one second to the next, he spewed right into my cherry. I felt guys do that before, but with my son, it was out of this world. I wasn't sure how much he shot, but I knew it was a lot. I was more than satisfied with that, but he leaned down to kiss me again.

He pulled his schlong out and cuddled with me. We both wrapped our arms around each other, and enjoyed each other's company again. I felt some of his seed leaking out of my pussy, but I didn't feel it just yet.

To my surprise, he reached down to my twat. "I just came in my mom," he muttered, rubbing it. "My intoxicatingly hot mom."

"Trust me, I know, and I loved it," I told him, before kissing him. "Did you like having sex with your mom?"

"I loved it."

"I hope you're not done," I told him, getting over him. "Your mom is one horny woman, and she needs to be fucked," I alerted him, grabbing his member. "You may cum inside me all you want. You won't get me pregnant, but you will woo me," I added, letting his rod into my slit. "Oh, that's a good fit, stud," I moaned, before pulling him up with me. "Are you ready to fuck again, son?"

"Oh, yes, Mom."

"Kiss me and feel my hooters again."

He followed my command and squeezed my tits rather hard. I clenched my pussy lips down there and intensified the pleasure. We made out for over 3 minutes that time and I dared him to lose it all over again.

Then I abruptly pushed him down. "Now I'm gonna bounce off your cock and gratify you that much more. Feel my boobs as I fuck you, son."

He did just that and enjoyed himself. I made my moneymakers move along with his hands and he loved every second of it. We maintained eye contact, and let the love flow between our eyes. I stayed on my knees and used the leverage to keep my cunt moving.

I also kept my palms on his stomach and used that as well. I felt his cock devouring my twat, but in a good way. He wasn't as big as Don, but I didn't care. I was more than content feeling it dive deep inside me, and seeing him cherish the sight was awesome.

After a couple more minutes, I pushed his hands down too. I wanted him to see my bosoms flop around, and make him go nuts. I even lifted them up a bit to give him a better look at them.

"Oh, those are perfect on you."

"Thank you, it's music to my ears that my son thinks I'm a dashing MILF."

"You're a devastatingly sexy MILF, Mom."

"Is that so?" I asked, getting off him. "I hope I'm the only mom you want to fuck," I mentioned, grabbing his rod. "Because you're the only son I want to fuck," I informed him, before taking his cock into my mouth.

"Oh, Mom," he moaned, lying back.

I sucked the life out of his rod and made it count once again. I didn't even look his way so I could fit his entire pecker into my mouth. I let my lips thrust off it slowly as I kept one hand down at the base, and waited for him to lose it again.

I loved giving him pleasure, and again, I couldn't care less if he wasn't that big. He was still my hunk of a son and I intended to make him feel more than good, but amazing. Again, I wasn't sure if he could hold his load, but even if he needed to shoot, I'd enjoy it in my mouth.

I released his dick and peeked at him. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?"

"To the sun and back?"

"Yes, smarty," I replied, climbing up on him. "Your mommy is gonna take complete care of you," I told him, before kissing him and getting off the bed.

I pulled him towards the end and grabbed his rod again. "Feel free to cum in my mouth, I don't mind, but I'd still rather you cum on my boobs again, stud," I told him, before taking it back into my mouth.

I placed my palms on the base of his prick again and pleasured him like I'd die if I didn't.

"I understand, Mom," he let out, feeling my head. "Wow, you're so sexy, and such a tender lover."

I giggled somewhat and kept my lips thrusting ever so slowly. I felt the veins in his wood going nuts, so again, I was certain he'd need to let loose. Yet, that didn't stop me from pleasing him. He couldn't look into my eyes, but I didn't mind.

He massaged my head and even pulled my hair a bit too, but I didn't care. Having him cherish our time together was more than enough for me. He kept his legs spread for me too to give me the best access I could get too.

So, he knew something, but still, I was making him want to shoot again, so he didn't have all the answers. He needed to lie back again and deal with the thrills. So, it was just a matter of time, but I didn't push him too far.

I rereleased his dick and got back on the bed. "You know, son," I said, stroking it. "Incest can be the best thing for any genetic relationship, but for you and me, just make sure you love me as your mom first and a hot MILF second," I added, rubbing the head on my nipple. "You're a hunk of a man, but you're still my son."

"I understand, Mom."

"Do you?" I asked, getting on his side again and grabbing his hand. "We can have a hot date, and maybe a few more, but I'm still your mom," I broke the news, setting it on my snatch. "Now stick your fingers in there."

He nodded and followed my command. All the while, I stroked his member and made him feel good again. He wrapped his other arm around me and held me close. He got to feel my boobs again on his chest, and we began kissing again.

We even looked at each other as we kissed, but we didn't speak. He showed me he could defile my cunt, and make me cum. I know he was my son, so I was biased, but I didn't care. I gave him the meanest hand job I could muster and heard him moaning nonstop.

"Oh, Mom," he moaned, still trying to kiss me.

I knew it was coming, but I kept my lips on his and my palm on his wang. A few seconds later, I felt his seed erupt on my hand. Even then, he still tried to keep kissing me, but it was a fool's errand. I had to hake a bit, and certainly felt thrills surge throughout my body, too.

"Oh, thank you, son," I said, pulling my lips off his. "I told you I'd take care of you, didn't I? We might be fucking, but I'm still your mom."

"Yes, Mom, I understand. Damn, you're so sexy," he complimented me, before kissing me.

"I aim to please," I told him, prior to cleaning my hand off. "Now get up on your knees."

He followed my instructions again and I lied down flat on my back in front of him. "Now grab that cock and align it back with my slit. Stick it in there, and fuck me again."

"Oh, you're too much."

"We can stop if you want," I told him, rising to him. "But you don't want to stop fucking your elegant mom, do you?" I asked, taking his hands.

"No, I don't Mom," he replied, before I set them on my bosoms. "Wow, I swear these are amazing. Soft and firm, and they're perfectly sized for your body too," he moaned, squeezing them. "And can we have sex again after tonight?"

"I can see that happening," I responded, grabbing his member. "But you still need to finish with me tonight," I told him before lying down. "Now stick that cock inside me, fuck me, and make my titties shake, son."

He followed my instructions yet again and inserted it into my cunt. "I know I'm not that big, but you love it, right?"

"Yes, horndog, now keep it moving."

He nodded and grabbed my thighs before he began thrusting his rod. I saw him looking straight down at his cock going in and out.

"Yes, watch the serene pleasure happen down there, and let yourself cum inside me again if need be. Your hot mommy doesn't mind, so fuck her hard."

I saw his eyes glare over me and he cherished getting to fuck me again. He certainly did get to see my tits flop, but that didn't steal too much of his attention. He still made sure to appreciate my whole body.

We gave each other lusty looks, but we didn't speak again. He just focused on thrusting his rod, and I could tell he was working up a big load again. I didn't say anything to give him the confidence he needed.

I just gave him confidence with my sexy persona and waited until he couldn't take it for another second. I wasn't sure if he ever saw me naked before that past weekend, but he was practically memorizing every part of my body then.

All the while, he kept his eyes on mine and his dick moving. He let his eyes go all over me, and not just to give me intimacy. In any event, my pussy was getting a little sore even though he wasn't that big.

I didn't even need to tell him to fuck me harder, he did it all on his own. He even began slapping my thighs a bit too. So, he was getting into doing his mom, and if he wanted to do it with me again, then he was sold on me. I saw him sweating his ass off too, but he was committed to me then.

He wanted to woo me all he possibly could, and give me more of his cum. I even rubbed my boobs so that painted an even sexier picture for him. I felt his dick getting stiffer in my pussy, so if I needed anyway to tell, he gave it to me.

"I'm sorry, I just never said anything before, but you are the perfect mom. You're hot, loving, supportive, and everything else anyone could love about their mom."

"I already told you that you could fuck me again, you don't have to keep flattering me."

Then he came down to me. "I'll do whatever I want, Mom," he made clear, before kissing me. "You agreed to let me into your panties, so let me be me."

"Fair enough."

"Oh, I want to take you on another date, Mom," he told, before rising again. "I want to treat you as the alluring MILF you are make you feel really damn good before we have sex again."

"I can't wait."

He grabbed my thighs and began thrusting his dick again. He made my hooters shake again, but he looked right into my eyes again. I could tell he wanted to check out my rack, but he resisted.

Nevertheless, that didn't stop me from grabbing them. "You may look at your mom's hooters, it's not a crime."

He nodded and checked them out. Sure enough, I saw his eyes light up, and the need to shoot got bigger too. Yet, he kept his load intact for the time being, but he couldn't hold it forever. If that wasn't enough, I stole his hands and brought them to my moneymakers.

"Feel them as you fuck me, son. Cum on them when you need to."

He nodded again and worked on giving me what I craved. I pulled out the horny in him and reaped the rewards. My slit was still feeling the pain, but I didn't care. He pushed down on my thighs and prepped me to fuck me harder.

I had to break eye contact and shake a bit too, but for the best reason in the world. I shook nonstop and sweated my ass off, and he was going all out it seemed. I stayed on my back with my elbows up too so my boobs would stay up too.

We mindfucked each other it seemed. It was wrong for us to get involved like that, but it still felt so right. We were having passionate and loving sex and neither of us were regretting it. We relished the love we shared together and didn't look back. Our beating hearts were proof of that.

He took full advantage of seeing my jugs convulse, but still gave me intimacy. I knew he'd cum at some point, but he even reached over to my tits and grabbed them too. So, he shot himself in the foot, but proved to be able to handle it.

"Oh, my... I love your boobs, Mom. Does that make me a bad son?"

"No, just a horny one."

He blew me a kiss and pulled out.

To my surprise, he came down to me and kissed me. "I just want to kiss you."

"Then kiss me," I dared him, wrapping my arms around him.

We made out like horny lovers for a few minutes, and he felt my great rack on his chest once again. He let his hands over onto my butt and clenched those buttcheeks. It hurt a little bit, but I didn't mind.

Although, after a few more minutes, he pushed me down onto my back. "Holy mother fucking shit, I love you, Mom," he told me, before feeling my muff again. "I love you, I love you and I love you some more," he made clear, prior to going to it. "I've never done this before, but I'll make this the best mom in the world feel good," he moaned, before letting his tongue out.

He went right to my snatch and gave me oral sex too.

"Oh, you do fucking love me, son," I agreed, feeling his head. "There's no doubt about that."

He was clearly a novice pussy licker at best, but I admired his will to make me feel good. He let his tongue slide up and down on my lips down there, and surely got my juice flowing. It certainly got on his face, and he thrived off that.

He managed to look my way too, but he couldn't say a single word. He was too busy making me feel good. Even if the physical pleasure wasn't so great, the emotional tick of having my own son wanting to eat me out was amazing.

"Am I doing it right?"

"Yes, horndog, but put your palms on my thighs, and hold me down just like when you were fucking me with your cock."

"Ok, Mom," he muttered, before doing that.

He pushed them down as much as he could and ate me out to the best of her abilities. He managed to get better as time went on, and he tickled me like it was nothing. I grabbed my tits again and watched him like a hawk.

I would've thought it might throw him off, but it didn't. He proved to be committed to me and wanted to make me feel like the best mom in the world. Maybe other people might not see it that way, but from him licking my pussy, he thought so.

He even got down on his stomach and gave himself the best access to my cunt, so he was cooking. As time went on, even if I was biased as hell, he was truly making me feel pretty damn good.

"Oh, do you want to be my boy toy, Chris? It seems that way. We can be mother and son, but have some fun together."

He didn't respond to that and committed himself again to making me feel good. I couldn't believe he was between my legs then, but yet he was. He even used his lips on mine down there too, so I yanked out all the sexual passion I could.

He proved he wanted to be my sexy boy toy then because he couldn't yank his face away from my cunt. He practically glued his face to it and got a shit load of my juice all over his face. So, he barely had to move it, my juice had it lubed up perfectly.

Yet, that didn't stop him from giving me his all, I still felt his tongue lash out at my beaver and even in between my lips too. My bush didn't disrupt him at all, and it might have even turned him on even more to do more.

I surely cherished him fucking me before, but having him give me oral sex was out of this world. The fact that I was his mom made him want to woo me all he possibly could it seemed. I couldn't imagine him doing this for any other lady like that.

I still made sure to yank him up with me to kiss him. I tasted all of my juice from his lips and I placed both of my palms on his cheeks. So, I painted the picture of how much I loved him, and wanted him to know if he was a freak, then so was I.

We made out for over 2 minutes, and then I parted my lips. "You're some kind of man eating out your own mommy."

"Well, I love you."

"Good answer, now fuck me again," I ordered him, before lying next to him. "Grab that cock and get it back into my slit. Then when you start thusting it again, hold my bosoms for leverage."

"Oh, yes, Mom," he moaned, before sticking it back in there. "You're the sexiest woman in the world," he praised me, letting his arms around me.

He grabbed both of my tits and began fucking me again. "Yes, you're a MILF's MILF," he complimented me again, letting his face onto mine. "I could fuck you all night, Mom. Damn, you're hot, and have such a smooth body too."

"I'm only 36, son."

"Oh, I know, Mom," he told me, before kissing me.

He didn't have anything else to say, but he eyefucked me again. Even as he kept his rod moving in and out of my pussy, he eyed me like he'd die if he didn't. So, I sucked him in like a tornado, and there was no escape.

He held my boobs too and made sure to let me know how much he loved them. Not that he just saw him as a pair of tits and a cunt, but he surely let me know how sexually attracted me to he was. He couldn't compliment me all he wanted, but I already knew everything.

He showed he had some stamina as he kept fucking me ever so slowly. He leaned to me several times and kissed me. With every passing second, he showed me he loved me a bit more. Even though I felt to be running on taboo fumes, I didn't want it to end.

I knew neither of us could last forever, but we were going all out on our first sexual experience together. It was his first one ever, so it was extra special and I intended to make it as great as possible.

He stayed close to me and kept feeling my smooth body. He proved how good it felt to him by not wanting to put even an inch between us. And of course, my melons were just life-saving to him it seemed.

"Oh, Mom, you're so pretty, can we really fuck again?"

"Yes, but remember-"

"You're my mom, I understand."

Then I pulled him to me. "I want to be close, Chris, but you gotta find a woman and give me grandchildren in due time."

"I understand, Mom. Feel free to walk around naked though, I won't mind."

"Good one, smart-ass. Find a woman who loves you both inside and out, and when the time comes, have her meet me."

He nodded, but he couldn't stop thrusting his wood. We smiled at each other for over 3 minutes then, and I saw him losing it second by second. Sure enough, I didn't want to push him and just let him go down his way.

He kept his palms on my hooters and squeezed them as time went on. He needed to prepare himself better, but it may have been a lost cause by then considering how far gone he was. Nevertheless, I loved seeing him go all out and I adored the anticipation of waiting for him to shoot.

We were both sweating our asses off, but we were still together and loving our time together. He never broke the rule of not kissing me, so he kept them flowing out nonstop. With every passing kiss, he showed he loved me more.

So, I had to shed quite a few tears, but he didn't stop himself from addressing them. He just kept going until he couldn't for another second. He was letting out moans frequently, so he painted the sexiest picture he could.

He suddenly pulled his wood out and pulled me even closer to him with one arm. I felt him grab his cock with his other one, and he locked eyes with me as I felt his seed erupt on my butt and even a bit of my pussy.

He jerked around a bit, but kept his eyes on mine all he could. I couldn't be sure how much cum he gave me, but it felt like a lot. I saw the sincerest good feeling look on his face that I could imagine.

He moaned even after he was done cumming, but I didn't look down there. I just felt my butt and cherry, and surely felt all of his stuff down there. Then we both lied together in silence for a few minutes while cuddling.

We didn't say anything, but nothing needed to be said. We both enjoyed each other's company for ten minutes before I kissed him one more time and I got up. I went to the light switch and flipped it. Then I got back on the bed and got under the blanket with him.

I pulled him to me and cuddled with him again. "Happy birthday, son. I hope you enjoyed your present."

"Oh, I did, Mom, more than you can imagine. Happy birthday to you too. I love you."

"I love you too."