My growing desire for my 11 year old son
My divorce happened 5 years ago. My deadbeat husband had refused to find steady employment while I worked as a paralegal by day and part time as a waitress at night. Friends kept telling me to get away from him. I am only 27, 5’4″ tall, petite, with strawberry blonde hair. I had my son Mark when I was 16 and he was my world even though his birth father was never in the picture.
After the divorce, I still had to maintain my two job schedule to provide for Mark and I, which meant no time for dating, not even an interest in bringing a guy hone. Inwasnt ready for another man to be in Mark’s life. My friends even tried hooking me up with a guy bur I refused. If I needed sexual release, I could pull up any number of porn sites, which I did. Then one day, I came across this site. So many good stories that would get me turned on.
As for Mark, he is a cute boy with the same strawberry blonde hair as mine. Sweet, loving, and extremely smart. Watching him grow up has been a pleasure. About 6 months ago, I had an extremely stressful day and did not have to work my evening second job. That meant that I could make dinner and talk to Mark about his upcoming 12th birthday party.
After dinner, I was feeling the tension of the day in my shoulders and asked Mark for one of his patented massages. He had a natural talent for massaging my shoulders. I took a seat on the floor in front of the couch. Mark sat on the couch with his legs on either side of my shoulders. As he started to knead my shoulders with my blouse on, it just didn’t feel as good. I asked Mark to stop and I undid my blouse and slid it off. I had my white bra on. Mark started to knead my shoulders again and it was the best feeling massage that I had gotten from him. Something felt good about his hands on my skin. I soon realized that my panties were getting wet. I reached up and pulled the bra straps down along my arms. I was so caught up in how good the massage felt that I didn’t realize that the cups had fallen just far enough away from my breasts that Mark could see them over my shoulders
“Mom, your boobs are showing” he said as he massaged, and for some reason I didn’t care
“It’s okay baby, your massage feels good”
The massage finally ended ans Mark ran off to do his homework. I put on my blouse and a few minutes later needed to go to the bathroom. As I passed Mark’s room, I could hear the faint sound of his bed squeaking and heard what I thought was “mommy i love your boobs, I love your boobs”. My hand shot over my mouth in shock.
When I went to bed that night, I had the overwhelming need to masturbate. Usually I would pull up a website but that night I just opened my table drawer and took out the bullet vibrator my best friend had given me for my birthday. I pushed my pajama pants down ans turned on the vibrator. I closed my eyes as the toy brought my pussy pleasure. I moaned softly and parted my legs. Starting to rub side to side over my clit. Normally with my eyes closed, I would imagine a co worker or a client from work. But tonight I heard Mark’s voice in my head “I love your boobs mommy” over ans over. I felt his hands on my skin even though he was in bed. I slid a hand under my tank top ans started to play with my b cup bresst.
I moved the vibrator faster on my clit, moved it down and slid it into my pussy, I let an “Oh Mark, fuck mommy” escape my lips. I rolled to my stomach and started to slide my body back and forth, humping my vibrator, imagining Mark. These thoughts were wrong but I didn’t care. The orgasm hit me with a power I had not felt in years. My body jerked, I buried my face in my pillow. When the feeling finally subsided. My thighs were still trembling. I rolled over and was still breathing heavily.
I picked up my phone and opened the stories site, for the first time, I clicked on the incest category and started to read a couple of stories, quickly realizing that I loved the stories I was reading about parents and preteen sons ans daughters.
The next morning I arose and got partly ready for work. I could hear Mark in the kitchen, he had to leave for the bus soon. So I walked into the Kitchen in my knee length skirt and red bra. I saw Mark’s eyes dart to my chest for a few seconds. His look aroused me instantly and I saw him fidget a little.
“Don’t be late for your bus baby” I said
“I’m getting ready to go” he grabbed a package of pop tarts from the cabinet.
I walked to him and pulled him into a hug. His arms around my waist, hands on the small of my back for a moment. Then I felt what I knew was his boner against me. I kissed his forehead and he headed for the door. I saw him look back at me one more time.
The feeling cane over me again, I returned to my bedroom, got out my vibrator. I stood at my dresser and pulled my skirt up to my waist, pushed my panties down and turned the toy on. I was alone, no need to be quiet. I put a hand on my dresser as I started to rub my pussy with the toy. The vibration on my clit as I thought of Mark made me moan his name louder. I watched myself in the mirror as I slid the vibrator inside my pussy ans started to fuck myself to thoughts of my son. I came so fast, my legs weakened and had to fight to keep from dropping to the floor. Lifting the toy to my Lipe, I cleaned it off ans put it back in the table.
Mark was starting to take over my thoughts ans desires