It’d started by accident. An innocent peak around the bedroom’s doorframe, a loving morning hug, led to compassionate incest between mother and son.
Jessica stood at the edge of the partially open door. She’d heard a strange noise from her 14 year old son’s room. Quickly pulling on her robe, she’d cautiously walked down the hallway, listening as the noise grew louder.
It was times like this, the 28 year old woman wished she was still married. She’d divorced her husband four years earlier when she caught him fucking their 15 year old babysitter.
Stepping closer to Marty’s open door, she recognized the noise. Her son’s best friend, Tyson, was spending the night. The two boys were bouncing on the bed.
Peaking around the doorframe, she glanced inside the room. The two boy’s faces were hidden by a magazine, the cover displaying a nearly naked young woman.
‘Where had the boy’s gotten that?’ she wondered. Just as she was about to enter the room to scold the two, she notice their hands.
Stepping half-a-step back, she stood motionless by the open door. Her blue eyes stared at the two boy’s fingers, sliding over their young cocks.
Marty had been born just before Jessica’s 15th birthday. People often mistook them for brother and sister when they were in public. His hand slipped down his 4” cock, pumping precum from the tip.
Sitting next to her son, Jessica could see Tyson’s hand jerking his slightly larger 5” black shaft. The 14 year old boy had been her son’s friend for years. He’d practically grown up in Jessica’s house. Tyson was like a second son to her.
Jessica knew boys masturbated, she’d simply never thought about her son… and his best friend, doing it together. She’d certainly never imagined watching such things.
However as she stared at the two young boys, their hard cocks in their hands, a warm sensation filled her tummy. An excited wetness oozed between the walls of her pussy. It was a feeling she’d nearly forgotten.
Though she often used a dildo in her cunt, bring her to the point of orgasm, the device had never made her feel like this.
Peering around the doorframe’s edge, her robe parted. Without thought, Jessica’s left hand slid across her pudgy tummy. With long blonde hair, deep blue eyes and full C-cup breasts, the otherwise slender woman’s elegant body appeared perfect.
Though no one would consider the young mother to be overweight, her slender body had a small soft roll she’d been unable to loose since giving birth to Marty. Her ex-husband had hated what he called her… only imperfection.
Jessica stared at the boy’s hands as they squeezed and pumped their young shafts. She knew it was wrong to be looking at her son… her sons… in this way. However, she couldn’t walk away.
Sliding her left hand lower, the tip of his middle finger touched her aroused clit. “Ummm,” she groaned before realizing she’d made a sound.
The two boys didn’t hear her. Their eyes were locked on the picture of the naked woman on the glossy page before them.
Jessica’s right hand eased up to her left breast. Gently cupping the soft mound, her thumb and index finger rolled the nipple with tender pressure. Bending her knees slightly, her thighs opened. Her left palm slid lower massaging the moist folds between her legs.
Bending her two middle fingers, the tips slipped easily into her warm space. Jessica had fingered her cunt many times, but they’d never excited her the way they were at this moment. Slipping her arm lower, she pushed both fingers up into her slick pussy. The warm walls tightened around her probing digits.
Her dildo had never felt this wonderful.
As she watched the boy’s hands move faster, she knew their orgasms were approaching.
Shoving her fingers deep between her pussy lips, she could hear a sloshing sound. Her small pussy hadn’t been this excited, this wet, in many years.
“Ohhh… moooooommy,” Marty groaned, his hand frantically pumping his cock as thick white liquid shot into the air. His face still hidden behind the magazine, his cum flew toward the ceiling, then splattered onto his stomach.
“Miiiiine toooo,” Tyson groaned only a second behind Marty’s moan. “Pleeeease mooooommy,” the black boy grunted with an almost begging tone.
Jessica squeezed her soft left breast as her fingers slammed up into her pussy. “Ummmm” she quietly moaned, watching the two young erupting shafts shot fountains of sweet fluid onto their stomachs.
Her fingers, saturated with her own cum, drove wildly into her motherly opening. She’d heard them call for… ‘mommy.’ They’d been thinking of… her, when they spilled their immature goo.
Jessica’s knees wobbled, her forehead pressed against the wall as her cunt poured warm cum around her fingers. She’d watched them masturbate… it’d been wrong. But she wasn’t sorry. It’d been years since she’d had such a wonderful orgasm.
Regaining her composure, Jessica slipped her fingers from her cunt. Even in the dark hallway she could see they were smeared with her cum.
Walking back to her bed, Jessica wondered what she should do next. The two boys were her… sons. She loved them both. As she lay on her bed remembering their young hard cocks and how wonderful they’d made her feel, her hand slipped over her shaven pubic area again.
Two minutes later, the young woman… mentally covered, her two little boy’s cocks with motherly cum.
The next morning Jessica stood near the kitchen table.
Marty stepped behind her. “Morning mommy,” he said, the way he did every morning. This morning, however, as Jessica heard his words, her mind floated back to the night before.
He called for… “mommy,” as his cum had gushed from his cock.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, his hands slid across her satin housecoat, gently caressing her soft tummy roll. There’d been nothing unusual about his touch, nothing different from the hundreds of other times he’d lovingly hugged her. His fingers had tenderly squeezed her tummy like this countless times.
However, this morning, as Marty’s hands momentarily held the part of her body… her ex-husband had hated… a warm tingle flooded her pussy. Jessica closed her eyes as an unexpected wetness, moistened her cunt.
Her hand clasped over Marty’s, holding her son’s fingers against her tummy. Securing his caress, her knees grew weak. “Marty, I love you,” she quietly exclaimed.
With a surprised tone, he replied, “I love you too, mommy.”
“Ummmm,” Jessica moaned. There it was again. Her son’s word. The word he’d said thousands of times, but now it had a new meaning. He’d called her… “mommy.” Surprised by her own reaction, her hands held Marty’s arms against her sides. She wanted his fingers to touch her just a little longer.
Suddenly her hips wiggled. Her small ass cheeks pressed against the front of her son’s pajamas. Bending slightly forward, her tummy tightened. ‘No,’ Jessica mentally screamed, ‘it can’t… be happening.’ Slipping her hands from Marty’s forearms to his wrists, she cupped his small hands, pressing his fingers against her tummy.
“Maaaarty… Just wait….” Jessica’s body quivered as she held Marty’s arms around her hips, his hands on her tummy… on the motherly roll her ex-husband had so vehemently rejected. It was this same spot, her little boy always caressed. It was the special place he loved most about his… Mommy.
Jessica’s lips pressed together. She knew she didn’t dare utter a sound, as warm liquid oozed down her pussy walls. She was cumming. Nothing had touched her cunt. It was simply the sound of her baby’s voice, as he’d called her… mommy.
Marty stood behind her, his fingers pressing, moving in sync, against her warm tummy. He could hear her muffled, nearly stifled noises.
As her butt pressed against his hips, he slowly wiggled his palms across her tummy. Curling the fingers against her satin gown, he slowly pulled the closed sides, apart. His fingertips touched her bare skin.
“Ohhhhh baaaabby,” Jessica groaned as warm liquid spread across her pussy lips. Her little boy had caressed her covered tummy thousands of times. But she’d never felt his flesh on hers.
“Mommy?” Marty asked, uncertain how far to proceed. He’d fantasized about moments like this. He and Tyson had talked about doing things with her… to her. However, as his fingers curled around her soft tummy, he was filled with hesitation.
Jessica understood her little boy’s indecision. She’d watching him masturbate the night before. Now, as she stood in front of him, holding his hands against her warm skin with her cum oozing between her cunt walls, she knew it was her responsibility to help her young son take the next step.
Slowly turning, keeping his hands locked against her body as she rotated, Jessica slipped the housecoat from her shoulders. “Marty,” she said with motherly compassion, “I watched you and Tyson last night. I heard you call for me… call ‘mommy,’ when you cum.”
Marty stared at her breasts which hung close to his face. He’d wanted to see them, touch them for so long.
Jessica could see in her son’s eyes, what he wanted to do. Sliding her hands to the back of his head, she asked, “Honey, do you want to suck… mommy’s breast? Put mommy’s nipple in your mouth?
The little boy’s blue eyes looked into hers. Easing his face closer, his mouth opened. A moment later, her firm nipple pressed against his tongue.
“Yesssss baby,” Jessica moaned, holding his face against her soft tit.
Marty’s hands cautiously moved from her back, up her sides. He’d seen women’s breasts in videos. But the ones between his lips, in his hands, were his mommy’s. He’d cum so many times imagining how soft they’d feel. Now it was happening.
Marty’s tongue slid across her nipple, his lips and cheeks gently sucked and massaged her loving mounds.
Jessica’s body shook with excitement. Her motherly instincts assured her… what she was doing was right. It was the most caring, benevolent thing any mother could do for her son.
A minute later she compassionately explained, “Honey, I want… I need… Please Marty, do this for… to me.”
Jessica eased his lips from her breast. Quickly spinning two kitchen chairs backward, she pulled them a couple feet apart, near the edge of the table. Laying on her back, her knees spread wide, draped over the backs of the chairs.
Marty stood motionless, watching his mother’s naked body recline onto the table, her wet welcoming pussy on display.
Extending her arms toward her son, her fingers begging for his body, Jessica said, “Take off your pajamas, Marty. Come her, honey.”
With slight embarrassment, Marty dropped the dark blue cloth to the kitchen floor. His 4” shaft, smeared with precum, bobbled eagerly as he stepped between her uplifted knees.
Jessica’s fingers touched her son’s shaft. “Ohhh, Precious,” she moaned, gently tugging him closer to the place which had given him birth. “Please, Marty,” she pleaded, “put your cock in me. Honey, call me… mommy… when you do.”
Marty’s hips moved forward. The head of his virgin shaft touched, then slid between her soft folds. As the little boy’s loving probe enter her pussy for the first time, he moaned, “Mooooooommmyyyy.”
Jessica’s hands pulled his face to her breasts again. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she held his lips on her nipple.
The moment was wonderful. The sweet insertions of her baby’s cock into her motherly opening, the blissful incestuous act which every mother secretly desires, pushed Jessica to the very peek of ecstasy. A place she’d never been.
Her slick pussy walls squeezed Marty’s cock as her warm cum flowed down and around his thrusting shaft.
Marty felt her loving fluid for the first time. It was better than he’d ever thought possible.
“Ummmmm,” the little boy moaned, his mouth still filled with her firm nipple and soft breast. Every muscle in his body tightened as his immature goo gushed into his mother’s hungry hole. Raising his mouth from her tits, Marty looked into her blue eyes. “Mooooommy,” he nearly screamed, having never experienced such tenderness.
“Baaaby yesssss,” Jessica groaned, knowing their cum was flowing together inside her quivering cunt. Her walls massaged his shaft as he pumped shot after shot of warm fluids… the special liquid which can only come from a son’s cock… into her welcoming, incestuous pussy.
A minute later, still leaning over his mother’s body, Marty’s limp shaft slipped from her loving hole. Their cum oozed from her pussy, running down between her ass crack. As the two cuddled, the way any mother and son would, having just experience such bliss for the first time, another boy stood in the kitchen doorway.
Staring at Jessica laying on the table, her legs spread wide, Tyson softly asked, “Mommy, am I too late… for breakfast?”
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