Sons’ Shared Slave:Chapter 3

When John walked away from his mother’s room he was aware that his prick was growing. He knew what he needed. He needed it badly right now. He hurried to his room, entered, and began flinging his clothes about the room. Soon he was on his bed with his boner in his hand and jerking it faster and faster. His thoughts were about the time he had seen his mother in the exercise room working out.

She had been sweating and her nipples had shown through the tee shirt she was wearing along with the short workout pants. Her long curvaceous legs were thrusting in the machine as she worked her arms back and forth. He remembered and it kept him hard. His coming was long and forceful, hitting his naked chest and running down to his hairy balls.

The next morning Sylvia and John both arose at the same time. Each had their bathroom so they didn’t see each other until they both arrived downstairs for breakfast. Sylvia was a good cook. That was always one of her loves. John was hungry, in more ways than one. He was anxious to see his mother. He looked at her in a whole new light now. Sylvia was glancing at John with a different look today. She also was thinking of him in a new way. Their smiles were tentative, but John was gratified that she smiled at all. She so seldom did.

He left for the day to have an interview. As he was walking towards the front door Sylvia approached.

“John, good luck with the interview. You’ll do great, I’m sure.”

Then she leaned up to her tall, handsome son and kissed him goodbye. John kissed her back while putting his hands on her waist. They broke apart, and Sylvia began to blush. John saw his mother turning red and it made him feel good. For what reason, he wasn’t sure. But it did. He gave her another peck on the lips and then went out and drove away for the day.

Sylvia crossed her arms across her breast, feeling the hardness of her nipples. She wondered what was coming over her. These were all new feelings for her. She felt young again. Young and full of energy. For some reason, she was smiling. She spent the rest of the day smiling, as she ran errands and stopped at her spa.

She had them wax her genital area. It felt quite fresh and clean and sexy as she walked around with a pussy completely hairless. She went to the lingerie shop and bought some new and sexy items. It felt good to be treating herself this way. She hadn’t realized what she was planning, but this seemed right to her.

That evening when John arrived home his mother was working in the kitchen preparing dinner. He went upstairs to clean up for dinner. When he got downstairs his mother was waiting in a pretty cocktail dress. She looked lovely, as always, but tonight her smile was dazzling. He returned the smile and hugged her. She returned it. This was new territory for both of them.

They dined and had a conversation concerning both of their days. Sylvia didn’t mention the waxing or the lingerie purchases. But she was wearing a new see-through bra and a thong tonight. And she had put on her most expensive perfume. John could smell it, and it did its work. It made him notice how wonderful she was, in so many ways. Her hand was often touching his as he ate and chatted. He squeezed her hand and she smiled with love in her eyes.

The dinner finished with a wine toast from Sylvia.

“To new adventures and travels.”

John touched her wineglass with his, smiled, and placed his hand on her bare knee below her skirt. She responded by putting a hand on his and then moving it up her leg towards her treasure. John felt his cock growing in his slacks. As he moved his hand up his mother’s leg she put her hand on his prick and began squeezing it. The moment had arrived. They had crossed the barrier. The night was just beginning.

Sylvia wanted her son. More than she had ever wanted any man. And John wanted his mother. They finished their wine, rose, and John picked his mother up in his arms. She was so tiny and winsome. He carried her up the stairs to her room. It had the largest bed. He placed her softly upon the edge of the bed and knelt before her. He pushed her skirt up. Seeing the thong and the hairless pussy just made him lust for her more. He pulled the thong down around her legs and abruptly pushed his face into her cunt. He wanted to taste his mother.

Neither had said a word since the toast at the dinner table. No words were needed. Sylvia pressed her pussy into her son’s face, grinding it and making herself come. Her juices were being spread all over his face, the wetness filling his mouth and causing his cock to twitch in anticipation. His tongue licked her clit and then he sucked on it. Her moans made him lick harder and he forced his tongue into her cunt as deeply as he could. He was fucking her with his tongue and groaning with lust as he did. His hands were spreading her labia apart and then caressing her thighs as she came over and over again.

He stood up and so did she. They each removed the clothing of the other. They took their time. This was the first time. It was a time to remember and savor. At last, being completely nude, they came together and pressed their hot and sweaty bodies together. At last, John broke the silence.

“I want to fuck you, Mother. I need to fuck you so badly I am aching inside.”

“I’m Sylvia in the bedroom, and I want your cock filling my cunt right now my John. Fuck me. I need it so badly, too.”