As my son Aaron jogged back toward me, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander to the flapping in the front of his running shorts. I immediately found myself becoming that little bit flushed, conflicted within as to why I was again looking at his bouncing appendage with such interest.
I put it down to having something to do with my age. Now in my early forties, I was living testament to the increase in the female sex drive in a mature woman. I was constantly feeling horny, the only problem being, my husband rarely appeared to have the interest in fulfilling my sexual needs or satisfying my hot desire. In the previous year or so, I had become a trapped and frustrated middle aged housewife. The feeling that I was gaining weight and the sense of losing my trim appearance had made me decide to start jogging twice a week with my son.
Aaron was precious to me and such a lovely boy. A more handsome nineteen year old version of the man I married. And he was fit with it, his running and workout regime seen him help develop a fine, muscular physique for such a young man. He appeared to be happy that I had asked if I could start jogging with him and he encouraged me no end during our jaunts around the neighbourhood. We jogged twice a week and had been doing so for a couple of months now.
Occasionally we would stop for chats with neighbours or friends that we'd meet around the village or along the local country roads. It was fun, I loved our time together, Aaron and I were growing closer and more relaxed in each others company. As our running progressed, he had entered us both in a half marathon for charity believing that in another couple of months I would be fit enough to run it with ease. I wasn't so sure, although I was shaping up nicely, my legs were looking good and my body was feeling tighter and trimmer already.
When we jogged, looking at my sons sexy body often caused my mind to wander, I'd imagine myself as a young girl again dating young men. My son had unconsciously become an object that triggered my daydreams. But as always being aware that my fantasies emanated from looking at my son I was snapped back to reality and the shame quickly ended my fantasies.
Today was a little bit different, here I was ogling my sons sexy bulge and wondering what joy swung under the soft fabric of his shorts. It was so wrong to be finding myself this curious, but for the first time, I was thinking and wondering about him having sex with some lucky girl. Perhaps it was because I wasn't getting 'it' I wondered if my son was.
I had observed over the last few months he didn't appear to be chasing girls and much tho I had quizzed him on the matter, he always shyly dismissed my probing and teasing. I put it down to the nature of boys being slow to mature but today I wanted to find out if he was dating and what type of girls he went for or if it was possible that he wasn't interested in girls but perhaps something else.
Our run found us enjoying a quiet trail, having driven a few miles from home we had parked up and headed into the large forestry woodland. Being midweek daytime it was peaceful with no-one around apart from nature, the local wildlife and warm sunshine.
I had stopped to re-tie my lace and Aaron had run ahead keeping himself in motion before slowly jogging back to me. We jogged on together and in our conversation I soon found an opportunity to ask if he had found himself a girlfriend yet.
'Oh mum I wish you would stop asking, besides I have found myself a nice girlfriend... I get to jog with you.' He replied.
His reply took me a little by surprise, referring to me as his 'nice girlfriend'. I was both flattered and curious as to what he was thinking. I laughed a little to him and smilingly asked 'Oh, do you think your mum makes a nice girlfriend do you?'
'The nicest anyone could find.' He replied.
Was my son flirting with me, or was he just saying it to make his old mum feel better? I wondered.
'I'm spoken for little boy' I told him '... and even if I wasn't, I'm sure you could find a much younger and nicer sweet thing to date.'
There was silence as we jogged on for a way, Aaron not engaging in the conversation. Perhaps I had closed down his willingness to talk with the 'my being spoken for' comment. Now I was ever more curious.
'So you didn't tell me tho sweetie, are you dating anyone?'
'Not at the moment' he replied.
'What type of girl do you go for sweetheart? Maybe mum could help you find what you're looking for?'
'I've told you' he said 'Someone just like you.'
I believe it's common thing, that boys are attracted to girls that look like their mothers but with Aaron telling me this I did find myself gushing a little. He WAS flirting with me, I was sure of it. As a mother, finding that my son was attracted to me strangely had me feeling excited. I'm certain most mothers love their sons and desire to be loved by them but this was different, here I was finding myself a possible object of sexual attraction for my very own son.
'Oh what do you like about a girl like me?' I asked searching to find out what his thoughts really were.
'I like how nice and patient you are and how caring you are about things.' he offered.
'But there's more than these things in life Aaron' I replied, adding 'You have to find a girl sexy and desirable to'.
'You're sexy and desirable mum' he added.
'Do you think so? Don't you think it's a little odd that you find your mum sexy and desirable?' I asked.
'Mum, if I was looking for sexy legs and a beautiful body, I think you've got all of that, just because you are my mum doesn't make it 'not the case'... and you have lovely hair and a beautiful face, the full package'.
He certainly was piling on the compliments, I felt myself becoming flushed and wickedly a little wet. I hadn't been complimented like this for a long time and so openly, even if it was from my son.
'Oh Aaron you are such a darling and you are such a good boy, if I wasn't your mother and twenty years younger I'd be hoping you would take me on a date'. I suggested.
Aaron smiled and replied. 'But this is just like being on a date mum. It's like being on a running date with the best girl in the world.'
I was beginning to feel a little hot and more sexy than I had felt in a long time. Aaron's dad hadn't given such compliments for an age.
'I'm flattered young man, but I think we need to stop somewhere quiet for a moment. Your old mum can't run all day like a young girl, I need to stop for a pee'.
We jogged on for a few more yards then I slowed and ventured away from the trail into some shaded woodland cover where no passer by would see me. Aaron stopped on the trail to keep watch, but I suggested it would be too obvious and he'd be better placed to come into the wooded cover with me. We manoeuvred behind some shrub growth and through a hedgerow behind which we discovered an open grassy glade where the sun shone in.
'Keep your eyes and ears peeled' I said '... and not at your mum peeing either'. I added. Saying this brought me a bit of a thrill. Telling my grown son not to watch me peeing whilst secretly thinking that I would actually like him to watch me. It was both kinky and inviting. He turned away gazing into the wood we had just emerged from. I hooked the waistband of my shorts and quickly slid them to my knees feeling the warm sun on my now naked pussy. I stood still for a brief moment looking at my sons frame from behind, my love nest on view to the woodland wildlife. I squatted and let my piss stream.
The little golden droplets sparkled as they sprayed forth into the grass creating a gentle drumming sound in the soil. As I tilted my head downward to watch my peeing action I became aware that Aaron was turning his head slightly and peeking over his shoulder in hope of catching a glimpse. Without lifting my head again which may have deterred him, I called to him quietly.
'Oh Aaron, I don't believe it'.
I sensed he had turned at my encouragement and was now watching the piss jet from my slit. As I continued, now controlling the jets in short blasts as I balanced with my hands on parted knees, I looked up at his transfixed gaze and said 'I don't have any wipes to clean myself darling'. The two of us looked silently at each other as I let the final stream of pee slow to a dribble. 'Ah that feels so nice, I needed that'. I sighed.
I stood up and smoothed my pussy hair all the while watching Aaron. He was watching my hand slowly wipe at my lady parts. I felt no desire to cover my action as I stood shamelessly with my shorts below my knees, holding my stance, legs apart.
'Cat got your tongue dear?' I asked. 'Well you obviously don't have any wipes then? Do you like what you see sweetheart? Is this how you picture being on a running date with your best girl?'
Aaron stood motionless nervously tonguing his lips and staring straight at my hairy un-groomed minge. I suddenly panicked, asking myself 'what the hell was I doing?' standing revealing my privates to my own boy, he must be traumatised. I'd blown it in a moment of madness, his flirting was just in fun and I'd taken it a step too far, what was he now thinking, I'd never be able to face him again unless I can cover my behaviour quickly.
As I bent to pull my shorts up again something happened that halted me and changed the mood yet again. Aaron pulled his shorts down around his mid thigh revealing a semi hardening penis and turned side on to me.
'Mum I need to pee.' was all he said as he took hold of his young cock. I let my sporty shorts remain around my knees and ambled close to his side. I leaned into him, gently placing my muff against his thigh. He nervously looked down at our bodies touching. I clasped one arm around his back and carefully reached with my left hand to gently take hold of his manhood, shooing his hand away as I did so.
'Let mummy help you with your peeing honey' I offered.
It was electrifying, holding this young man as he continued to swell in my hand. There were a few throbbing pulses then suddenly a jet of warm piss shot from his knobs pee slit. I playfully fanned his hosepipe back and forth creating a garden watering like spray of urine. It sparkled as it dropped through the air. 'Is that nice son?' I asked nuzzling close to his ear. I was on fire with this taboo action. I slowly slipped my tongue out and licked his earlobe. He didn't object. I swayed my hips and gyrated against him. He closed his eyes and tilted his head upward. We were both submitting ourselves willingly to the moment
'How sexy and desirable does your old mum feel to you now my handsome young man?' I enquired. If his cock was anything to go by, it now felt massive in my hand indicating that he was highly aroused. My own sexual deprivation was perhaps overestimating his size but it was wonderful to be holding a hard cock. It was even more perversely exciting knowing I was holding my sons cock in the outdoors whilst he freely pissed.
'Tell me what you're thinking Aaron darling?' I asked fishing for info. I gently started rubbing my thumb in a rocking motion, working his foreskin back from his helmet. When his foreskin was stretched back his peeing lessened then with a few short squirts, stopped. I tenderly rubbed the velvety softness of his knob end with a circling motion of my thumb. I traced my fingers around his thick tool and tenderly started wanking him. Before long I could feel little globules of a viscous fluid seep from his pee hole. His pre cum was rising with his excitement as I smoothed it around his plum with my working hand lubing his love bulb all over.
'Would you like to kiss your best girl baby?' I seductively cooed to him. I stood on tip toes and placed my lips against his, he turned to me and embraced me tightly as he snaked his tongue into my mouth. I continued wanking his cock and rubbing him against my mound. We were moaning and grinding against each other sexily. My heart was pounding. We snogged, squeezed and groped each other, lust having taken control of the situation. I couldn't stop myself, it felt so wonderful.
'Oh mum I love you.' He groaned as we continued our wet, slobbery kissing.
'Tell me how much you love me." I demanded. The thrusting and rolling of his cock between our bodies continued.
'Do you love me enough to make mummy cum?' I pushed his cock downward, clasping it in the cleft of my slit between my legs. I held him securely in place as he pumped against me. His cock was caressing my clit and I could feel his swollen lubricated knob rub against my bum-hole, appearing and disappearing from between my legs as he pseudo fucked me.
'Oh mum I'm coming' he groaned under his breath. I felt a hot thrill as his hot seed exploded from his rock hard cock and splashed down and smeared the inside and back of my legs. I hugged him tightly to me in a long hot kiss not wanting the moment to end as he spasmed and his cum drained from his excited young dick. I reached down and gripped his prick firmly rubbing it's softening length against my clit. My tummy was spasming and I felt on fire as I furiously slapped his tool against my wetness.
'Oh honey pie, mummies coming to, oh fuck, you're making mummy cum... aaaargh, ooooh fuck me baby... mum needs your hot love!' I squealed as I orgasmed intensely. It was all too much. My knees were quaking as I slowly lowered my body down to a kneeling position eventually levelling my face with his dripping, glistening cock. I could smell our sex in the warm afternoon air. I carefully took Aarons beautiful penis into my mouth. I sucked and licked as hard as I could, cleansing his warmth. Looking up at him I smiled, he returned the smile.
'Oh thank you sweetheart, you were so nice. Did you enjoy that?' I asked.
'Oh mum, it was amazing.' He replied. 'It's my first time.'
'Oh my!' I added. 'You must keep it as our little secret and promise not to tell anyone.'
'I promise.' He reassured me.
I stood up and we both pulled our shorts up together. I wiped his sperm from my legs with my hand showing him his sticky offering. 'Look at the mess you've made of your best girl you naughty boy.' I said, wiping my hands on his running shirt. He groaned and giggled.
We worked our way through the undergrowth back onto the trail, checking that no-one was around, we continued on our jog.
'So this was your first time having sex Aaron darling?' I asked.
As we jogged Aaron opened up, telling me of how he had petted with girls and tried to squeeze and feel them intimately but that no-one had ever touched him lovingly before and that certainly no-one had ever touched his cock.
I carefully confessed to him that I hadn't been receiving the intimate attention I desired from his dad and that what we had done was done in a silly moment of losing control, it was definitely wrong even tho he had not entered me. I also told him that even though it was wrong, I was thrilled to have been his first sexy experience and that I loved him so much.
As we returned to the car I asked 'Aaron darling, would you like to take your best girl out on a running date again?'
Aaron nodded enthusiastically 'Oh mum I'd love to.' He replied.
We climbed into the car and drove off. My mind was racing with the possibilities and pleasures a new training routine could offer. I couldn't wait to get my son off the beaten track for another jogging adventure. And I'm sure Aaron was thinking the same.
Samantha's tits Jiggled under her running tee as we climbed the hill to the ruined house. Her satin running shorts were very short and as she moved, I could see the curve of her bum cheeks expose themselves beneath the hem with each stride.
Here I was, a few days following my previous crazy jogging adventure, out running with my son Aaron and best friend Samantha.
Samantha had been a friend since we met during my first part time job when I had worked as am assistant in a small gift shop during my High School days. She was ages with me, early forties, and a dusky beauty with her dark ringlet hair and slender, big breasted figure. She always maintained up her appearance, paying lots of attention to her health, her figure, her style and her make-up and accessories.
Samantha was twice divorced and had no children of her own. This aside, she was like an aunty and friend to my Aaron, us having shared his growing-up together. I had put her marital separations down to her high maintenance demands and fussiness for everything. Sometimes she seemed lonely or upset that she was a single middle aged woman and sometimes it appeared she was perfectly happy with it. No matter what anyone thought of her though, she was a real 'girly girl' and was always great fun when we were in company together.
Leading up to todays run, my mind had been pre-occupied with thoughts of the naughty sexual interlude I had had with my son the few days previous. In fact, I couldn't get it out of my mind and it's all I thought about, even tho Aaron and I had barely communicated at home since. We seemed to be avoiding each other out of fear or embarrassment regarding the earlier jogging occurence. I had so been looking forward to todays run to settle and confirm our feelings and taking our little loving tryst a step further when Samantha had called. When I told her I was going for a jog, she had quickly invited herself along and suggested it would be fun to have a catch-up as we ran.
Although Samantha joining us would be a little frustrating, meaning that Aaron and I would have to wait until some later date to advance our sex adventures, I couldn't very well refuse Sam with some awkward excuse, she'd think I'd have fallen out with her. So, I had agreed to her joining us.
Here we now were in our little running trio on a remote countryside hill run that I had planned with my Aaron. I found myself looking at my best friend a little differently. Not in a bad way, but in a curious and little bit naughty, sexy way. Perhaps it was the sexual frustration that had been building in me or as I previously mentioned, perhaps it was just my hormonal time of life.
I was looking at Samantha and wondering about her sex. Was she having great sex and was she having it any more or less frequently than I? Was she enjoying different men when and where she chose? Had she ever had sex with a young man, someone as young as my Aaron? The craziness of what I had indulged in a few days past brought these thoughts forefront of my mind.
When I watched her legs swing as she ran I found myself admiring them and their smooth beauty. Her bottom was so peach like and perfect I would defy any hot blooded male not to admire it. I noticed, like me, Aaron who was not saying much in the conversations as we jogged was also looking desiringly at Samantha. And like me, he was focussed on her tight rear viewing her from behind.
As I watched both Aaron and Samantha jog, I pictured Aaron stopping her and sliding Samantha's shorts down over her bottom, exposing her two beautiful cheeks and lowering his face into the crevice between them, licking wildly. I imagined joining them and removing Aaron's running shorts and taking hold of that wonderful penis I had enjoyed intimately only a few days prior.
'Sop it! Stop! Stop! STOP!' I reminded myself. This was getting out of control. I shouldn't go imagining and hoping myself into sexy adventures with friends and my own son together, it would only end badly. I had terribly guilty feelings that I was becoming a pervert.
It then occurred to me, maybe I should speak to Samantha about it, about my frustration with hubby and inform her that I had been having crazy sexy thoughts and dreams involving my son, I didn't have to tell her that anything had actually happened. Maybe Samantha would have a helpful view on the matter as she was the person I could most trust in this type of conversation.
Even thinking about the conversation had me picturing Samantha taking me to bed to feed her the juicy details as she pleasured me down below with her tongue. And then, her telling me that this was the best way to cure my lack of sex problem. It struck me as a woman that I've always felt that it's important who I make love to and here I was thinking of lesbian love with my best friend whilst telling her of taboo sex with my son. I wondered if Samantha had ever had such thoughts herself.
When the opportunity arose, I suggested that Aaron run on ahead up to the old ruin which was approximately a mile further up the hill so that Sam and I could share some girly talk without boring him. He was reluctant to leave us, I'm sure he was enjoying Samantha's running frame and still aroused by the fun we had had earlier in the week. I reckon he was secretly hoping for an opportunity to have a repeat of his sexy time with Samantha included. I was naughtily feeling hot enough to think the same.
As Aaron pressed ahead, Samantha and I had the opportunity to talk men and sex. It wasn't long before she told me that it had been an age since she had last had a man. This gave me the opportunity to tell her that it had been the same for me even tho I was married. She seemed surprised. It was Samantha who brought mention of Aaron into our conversation and her little remark immediately had me curious.
'If only we were young and you were free and single again... we could chase after boys like your Aaron and have some fun' she said, adding 'He's such a young hunk, I'll bet he's the one getting 'the most of it' out of all of us'.
It was strange to hear Samantha speak so open and suggestively about my son to me. I daren't tell her about what he had 'got' from me or what I had planned and hoped on giving him but I decided to let her into his little secret to see how she reacted.
'You'd be surprised Sammy... believe it or not, Aaron is still a virgin and don't ask me how I know." I told her.
'What? Gorgeous boy is still a virgin?' She asked, surprised to hear it. 'Send him around to me for an evening and I'll sort that out'. She added, giggling.
'Sammy, really! That's my boy you're talking about'. I said faking a slight outrage at the suggestion.
'C'mon, even you must have noticed how he's an extremely handsome, younger version of your hubby. Surely even you've thought about it.'
She was right, I had thought about it and more and unknown to her it was all I had been thinking about for the past few days. If my son knew that Samantha and I were having this conversation he would have exploded with excitement I'm sure. As we conversed, Samantha's perfume wafted through the summer air and I found it strangely alluring. Yet again, my mind was wandering into thoughts, or perhaps, fantasy visions of Samantha and I having sex with Aaron.
'Samantha, I've thought about lot's of things, but sex with my son? Really?' I feigned.
'I'm just kidding' she said, adding 'But there's no harm in me enjoying a little daydream about breaking in a beautiful young man is there?'
We talked for a few more minutes before catching up to Aaron who was sitting on the window ledge, enjoying the sun as it beat down on the ruined house.
Handing him my bottle of water I suggested that I had to go take a pee before our return and asked that he keep watch as I popped through the doorway and into a large empty room in the ruin.
Samantha added 'Good Idea, I think I'll join you'.
We both found a spot close to the inner wall, slipped our shorts down and squatted together. Almost in unison we both started pissing, the stream creating a fast drumming on the old dry and dusty wooden floor and formed little pools of amber liquid. The aroma of dust, pee and perfume was heady and strangely erotic. I looked up and could see Aaron peek in through the door from a distance, checking that Samantha wasn't looking I blew him a kiss and winked.
My workout plan for today had been to share this secret moment alone with Aaron as his 'best girl' on our 'running date' and teach him the pleasure of a woman's body, teach him the joy of his mother's body in this quiet old house. Samantha had forced me to alter the plan, I would have to reschedule our beautiful moment until a later time. It would be too risqué to try anything at home with Aaron, even tho his dad was always out with work colleagues on this evening each week. If we were caught it would be the end. I wanted to keep our adventure as far away from home as possible.
It was in our little toilet moment that Samantha asked if I would like to come around to her home later that evening for a meal and a few wines, her already knowing that my husband would be out at the club with his friends.
'What about Aaron?' I asked forgetfully knowing that he was old enough to look after himself but with my sudden obsession with him inadvertently bringing him to the forefront of my mind.
'Why not bring him along? Who knows what could happen?' She said winking, again quickly adding 'just kidding, but do bring him along. I'm sure he'll enjoy the company of two sex starved old ladies. Why don't we make it a dress affair? It would be fun to put the glad-rags on and have ourselves a posh 'night out' at home'.
'O.K. It's a date.' I replied and we laughed. I knew within, that Aaron wouldn't be unhappy with the situation, spending the evening with his mother and with her attractive best friend whom he had been ogling all afternoon. If Aaron agreed to drive, my thoughts were that we could have a little fun on the way home from the night out. It was settled. I'd just have to muster up some nice underwear for the late journey home from Sam's as a little treat and an enticement for Aaron.
Our return run down the trail passed quickly in the warmth of the afternoon sun. Aaron having been invited to join us, had seen him become noticeably upbeat after accepting. Samantha went her way on her journey home to prepare for the evening as did Aaron and I.
On the way home I told Aaron to wear something dressy and smart for our evening at Samantha's and that if he was a good boy we could perhaps take another little drive to the country for some late night nature fun and I could teach him a little more about the birds and the bees.
He knew exactly what I was implying and enthusiastically replied with 'Oh mum I'd love to learn more about the birds and the bees with you'.
I was gushing again at the thought. I desperately wanted to be his first. I couldn't believe I was feeling all the emotional thrills of a new romance with my very own son. It was crazy. Not only did he excite me when I thought of him, he sent tingling sensations through my body and little butterflies fluttered in my tummy.
The remainder of the afternoon passed slowly, hubby was only home for a short time, mustering himself a ready meal for dinner before heading out to meet his friends at the club. Aaron had taken a quick shower and retired to his room to dress. I had showered and was in the process of selecting an outfit. I thought carefully on what to wear. How would Aaron like to see his mum dress? My earlier enquiring to his likes and dislikes in a woman hadn't provided too many clues on what did appeal to him, other than me. He enjoyed sporty attire but tonight was to be different, we were dressing formal.
I sat wrapped in my bath towel and spent an age applying my make up, opting for a rosey-red gloss lipstick and dark eye shadow and some heavy mascara.
I thought of classic woman and an article I had recently read in Elle magazine on the lasting allure of the 'little black dress' decided it for me. It had been worn by everyone from Lauren, Bacall to Sophia Loren, Audrey Hepburn to Lady Diana, Charlize Theron to Taylor swift, so tonight, it would be the choice for me. I still had a slim shapely enough figure and the black would tone down any curvy shape worries further.
Before dress fitting, I had the underwear to consider, I selected one of my exquisite French lingerie sets, featuring an intricately embroidered bra and suspender set with satin panties to match and I opened a new pack of black, seemed, fully fashioned nylon stockings. The act of rolling the stockings over my legs had me feeling ultra-sexy. This was something I ordinarily, only ever done when I knew I was going to have sexy time with hubby and here I was prepping myself for hot sexy time with my son. It made me feel so wicked and hornier than ever.
I finished dressing in the underwear ensemble and before completing it with my little black dress, I selected a pair of my black high heeled patent shoes, slipped them on and tousled my hair. I posed before the full length mirror admiring my look. The High heels extended my leg shape and the suspender belt accentuated my desirable curves, with the panties sheathing my lady lust perfectly. I felt that I looked a proper pin-up and hot enough to arouse any boy in town.
I sensed inside that Samantha would be 'killer hot' if she was dressing-up, so in a way, I felt I was competing with her. And strange tho it was, I was competing with her for the sexual attentions of my own boy. I must be mad, this couldn't be what all mothers of my age think, let alone dress for, but I'm sure that many have, and have experienced the pleasure and thrill that it brings. I had strange visions of mothers seducing their sons, mothers engaged in kissing, in masturbating with, and sinfully fucking their grown sons and loving it. It made me feel super hot inside and I began to fear I wouldn't be able to restrain myself until after Samantha's.
As I slipped my dress on and struggled to zip myself in, I heard Aaron exit his room. I opened my bedroom door to peek out and caught him at the head of our staircase about to descend to the lounge. He looked magnificent in his dark suit and white shirt and dickie-bow, one sharp dressed man. It made him look older than his years and fantastically handsome, I called to him to help me with my dress.
As he turned, he looked at me standing in the doorway and let out a 'Wow!'
I replied with 'I was just thinking the same thing honey'.
We both smiled, looking each other up and down. I twirled and held my hair up from my neck as he walked toward me then delicately raised the zipper on the dress, I could sense him ogling my arse. 'Do you like mummies outfit darling?' I asked.
'You look magnificent mum. And oh so sexy'. I wiggled my rear for him as I turned to face him again.
'I'm glad you approve' I said striking a model like pose then smoothing down over my hips with both hands. I cheekily raised and cupped my hands around my boobies and playfully jiggled and adjusted them through the fabric of the dress. 'Ah, that's better' I said as he gazed on longingly. 'I'm already looking forward to getting help out of this dress later sweetie.'
Aaron smiled. Again he looked a little bit bemused and unsure of whether I was giving him an open invitation to undress me later or not. I took hold of his hands and stepped back to admire him. 'Perfect.' I said, then stepped forward close to his body. I leaned in and gave him a little teasing kiss on the cheek. Then releasing my hand from his, I gently gripped his crotch and gave a playful squeeze. He was clearly excited. I kissed him gently again, this time on the lips. It was electric. Drawing back I stopped the play and suggested 'We best get on our way to Sammy's, I don't want my handsome man making a mess in his good suit now, do I?'
We were soon in the car and heading out for our evenings fun.
At Samantha's my 'hottie' suspicions were confirmed when she answered the door and we entered. She looked magnificent in a tailored, halter neck, wide leg, jumpsuit and sky high heels giving her that long legged super model look. Her cleavage was clearly visible in an open front, which plunged near to her navel and to draw the eye, she wore a multi looped neck chain and pendent that attracted attention straight to her cleavage. Her make-up was impeccable and her smile was wide and beaming. She had her hair up in a dress bun that made her look confident and at the same time, slightly domineering. We were invited in to the lounge. As she turned I was envious of how incredible her bottom looked. Her outfit so accentuated her perfect peachiness, so much so that I was tempted to run my hand over her inviting curves.
'You both look lovely...' she offered. '... and Aaron, what a handsome young man you are, I'm booking you for the first dance'. She giggled. 'That's if your date allows me.' she then added. It was strange, Samantha referring to me as Aarons 'date' and for a brief second it shook me a little. Did she sense something was happening between us, I hoped not.
'You look gorgeous as ever Sammy, you make me well 'jel'... what do you think of your auntie Samantha?' I commented and asked Aaron. He nodded and quietly complimented with a simple 'nice'.
'What? Only nice?' Samantha laughed.
We were soon relaxing and chit chatting in the lounge, the table had been prepared for our meal and the dish was cooking in the oven. We chatted for around an hour before moving to the table and sitting down to prepared dish.
Both Samantha and I had already polished off a bottle of wine between us and were well through our second by the end of our eating. She offered Aaron a glass and insisted that he join us. I knew that if Aaron drank, we would have to arrange a Taxi home and that would put paid to our plans, but the drink was already making me a little giddy. With Samantha's insistence it wasn't long before Aaron had joined us in a glass of wine.
Once the wine started to flow it was amazing how quickly the evening started to pass. We must have been at the table for over two hours, talking, drinking and having a great fun time. Samantha had taken to openly flirting with my Aaron and I found myself at times getting a little possessive, butting in and trying to deflect. I'm sure she could detect my jealousy.
My desire to keep Aarons attention focussed on his mum and away from Samantha's seductive charms were evident enough to prompt her to say 'Oh mum, stop fussing-so over your boy... he's enjoying himself. Aren't you Aaron baby?'
Aaron was fast catching up on our drinking and I detected that he was becoming slightly tipsy himself, he simply smiled and replied 'I'm loving it.'
Fearing that we were all becoming a little to affected by the drink, I suggested I arrange a cab for an hour or so's time at which point Samantha offered an alternative.
'Why don't you stay here for the evening? You could call hubby and tell him you are staying over, and there's plenty of room for you both. I have two spare rooms.'
It seemed to me like a good idea and in the fuzziness of my thoughts a plan started to form. Aaron sharing my bed in the night whilst Samantha slept soundly in a happy, hazy, drinky-poo slumberland could still provide the moment for Aaron and I to share our wonderful, special love. The plan was sure to work.
We agreed to stay over and I made all the arrangements, informing hubby via phone that Aaron and I were spending the night because we both had had a little to much drink and we would drive home in the morning. He didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest, I knew he would rather have a late night session with his friends. He would have no idea of the night of passion he would be missing.
Samantha, Aaron and I moved from the dinning table to the lounge, Samantha and I relaxing into the sofa with Aaron lounging on a large bean-bag. We continued our casual chatting, covering subjects such as food and drink, healthy jogging tips, workouts and other fun stuff and we also continued to enjoy the wine.
Samantha changed the selection of music to a smooth jazzy soundtrack which suited the darkening of the evening as she closed the blinds and switched on some mood lighting. The music and effect of the wine had me feeling cozy and sensual as I smiled at my boy. He was smiling and watching Samantha as she returned to the settee and placed herself beside me with her glass of wine in hand.
'Are you remembering I've still to have that dance young man' she said with a wink. We were all very relaxed and a little drunk which I'm sure gave Aaron the confidence to reply.
He stood up removing his jacket and offered his hand forward 'How about now?'
Samantha ran her finger around the rim of her glass and smiled, replying 'Why don't you sway a little and show us ladies how good a dancer you are first?'
I was surprised by Samantha's suggestion but it didn't phase Aaron one bit. He began to sway rhythmically before us in time to the music. Slowly he reached up and started to remove his tie and unbutton his pressed white shirt. As he continued to gyrate his hips, Samantha complimented him 'Very nice moves." Then asking me 'don't you think so mum?' I was transfixed to the vision of my boy dancing alone in a seductive and erotic fashion.
Samantha prompted him for more... 'take off that shirt sweet boy and let us see your lovely guns'. I said nothing, only watching in admiration as he slowly undid the buttons and slid the shirt from his upper body. He quickly kicked off his shoes and continued to dance in his trousers and white socks. Even with his mother watching, he appeared to have no sense of embarrassment as he continued. The evening was developing into a personal strip show for Sammy and I, with the stripper being my very own son.
He caressed himself with his hands, rubbing them over his torso and hips before unclasping his belt and undoing his fly.
'Oh my, he's going to remove his trousers' Sammy gleefully announced. The atmosphere was charged with erotic energy.
'Isn't he sexy?' was all I could offer in reply.
'You're so right, he's super-sexy'. Samantha said as she sipped on her drink not in the least surprised by my comment.
'Oh what a hunk. My son is going to be a heartbreaker.' I hushed.
Samantha, who was as transfixed as I was, let out a long 'mmmmmm... '
Aarons trousers fell to his feet, revealing a pair of spotless, white, tight trunks, hiding a man size package beneath. He stepped from the trousers and unashamedly continued with his sway and hip thrusting. My eyes darted all over his athletic body drinking in his beauty. He was having the time of his life performing for his mother and friend. Showing off his fine body. Samantha leaned forward and cleared the surface of her heavy railway sleeper coffee table which stood between Aaron and our position on the settee. She patted the surface with her hand.
'C'mon, up on the table darling' she prompted.
Without hesitation, Aaron stepped up bringing his body within a few feet of where we were sitting. We could almost smell his sex. Samantha turned toward me and smiled, she quietly whispered below the music, 'he certainly doesn't dance like a virgin... and if he carries on like this he's not going to be a virgin in the morning.' making a fanning gesture with her free hand as she spoke. I whispered back with my little drunken revelation, 'I'm wet already and I'm his mother'. We both giggled. 'Oh you bad mummy.' she said, then adding 'I think he may be able to keep us both busy all night'.
I couldn't believe how we were talking. Samantha was suggesting we share my son tonight and she was implying as a sexual plaything. She was clearly excited by the suggestion. The truth is, I was already gone and feeling very excited by the thought myself. There was little need to wonder what Aaron was thinking, the signs emanating from his underwear were expressing his feelings quite clearly. This evening, like the rest of today was playing out differently from all I had planned.
As we focussed on Aaron's dancing, the moment that we were headily anticipating materialised. Aaron slipped his hands into the waistband of his trunks and slowly peeled them down his thighs. His large hard cock sprung into view. It was beautiful, standing proud and pulsing excitedly before us. He shimmied in a complete 360 as he removed the undergarment giving us a clear view of his luscious buns as he turned. His behind was solid and smooth, he looked like a Greek god brought to life from a marble statue, with the extra bonus of having a large and wonderfully hard cock. I was so proud of him. I was in lust with my son and proud that my best friend was enthralled with his sexy performance.
Aaron closed his eyes as he danced and slowly brought his hands onto his cock and started rubbing and thumbing it gently. Lubricating juices seeped from his helmet's eye causing it to glisten in the low light. Whether it was the excitement of the event or just my imagination, I'm not sure, but he appeared to be growing bigger in his hand. My desire to have my son's cock had me lose all sense of proportion.
Samantha broke my attention when she remarked 'Oh Aaron you naughty boy, you're cock looks so delicious. Aunt Sammy wants to give it a great big kiss.' She leaned forward and raised her hand, clasping the raging member, bringing her face close to the tip, she began kissing it gently. I was amazed and loving the unfolding sex play. My best friend was kissing my sons cock right before my eyes and it all seemed so perfectly natural and normal with not a hint of guilt.
Sammy began snaking her tongue out in little flicking motions, tasting Aarons lube and lapping around the head of his penis. Aaron had stopped swaying and was now gently rocking his steamy tool back and forth in Sammy's hand.
'My god, you both look so gorgeous' I whispered unable to remove my gaze from the action. Samantha undone the neck clasp on her outfit and let the top half of her trouser suit fall free, revealing her sumptuous round orbs which were capped with erect brown nipples. I manoeuvred into a position behind her and wrapped my arms around, cupping her tits in my hands, then squeezing and flicking the hard nips. I cuddled into her as she parted her bright lipstick covered lips and enveloped Aarons cock, sucking the swollen plum into her hungry mouth. She started sucking and groaning as she wanked Aaron's raging member with her left hand. I was so close, my own lips were almost touching the veiny cock as Samantha sucked hard on it. I could smell the musk.
She let it pop free of her mouth and took a deep gasp of air as she turned and offered me the opportunity to taste the swollen knob. I tenderly let my tongue tickle the pee slit before gobbling the shaft into my longing mouth. This was wonderful, sharing intimacy in a trio of love. Samantha's eyes grew big and flickered as she watched me, her best friend suck on the penis of her own son.
Aaron sighed 'Oh mum, I love your lips on my cock'
I replied 'Oh baby, mummy loves your hot cock to'
Samantha, eyes sparkling, was beaming a wondrous smile, 'Oh you are such dirty darlings. I'm so glad we are sharing this marvellous moment. This wonderful cock is going to please mummy tonight' she squealed. I almost came then and there. The perverse excitement had me spasming with delight. I sucked on the cock harder.
Freeing the cock from my mouth I turned to Samantha and kissed her, she passionately responded with a deep tongue kiss. We both stopped and froze for a second before laughing nervously and excitedly. I turned my attention back to the cock and slurped it back into my mouth.
Samantha stood up and unzipped and removed her trouser suit. She had no panties on and now stood completely naked excepting for her high heel platform shoes and neck chain. Looking toward her whilst continuing my sucking I viewed Samantha's naked form for the first time. Her tummy was smooth with little wrinkles pointing down toward her hirsute crotch where the most inviting, hairiest bush I have ever seen, covered her lady love entrance. As I watched her - she parted her legs slightly and slipped a finger into a hidden crevice in the growth. I watched on in fascination as she fingered her slit. She started pumping in and out of herself with two fingers.
'Oh this is so horny. Go girl, suck your sons big cock' she squealed again 'It's gonna make me cum honey'.
Never in my wildest fantasy did I ever think I would be watching my best friend masturbate as I enjoyed giving my son a slutty blow job. We were all lost in a lusty decadence and loving it. Samantha knelt beside me taking the cock from me, wrapping her mouth around the excited head she sucked and wanked violently with both her hands. Freeing herself from the action for a brief moment she commanded that I remove my dress.
I stood up, struggled for a second to unzip it before letting it fall to the ground. As I stood in my high heels, suspender and stocking set, Samantha stopped sucking and turned to look at me. Aaron was staring at my body with a look of desire and male lust.
Samantha spoke again keeping the moment hot. 'Oh Aaron, you lucky boy... are you the lucky one to be about to sink your virgin cock into that beautiful woman'. I felt hyper sexy as I slipped my satin knickers from my crotch and reclined back onto the settee, outstretching my arms in a welcoming fashion toward my son. I let my knees part and legs separate to reveal my wet petals. 'Come to me darling' I beckoned.
He stepped toward me as Samantha sat down on the settee moving aside to make room. He took position between my legs, I could feel him tremble as his swollen manhood approached my slit. I reached and took hold of him to reassure him. When the cock touched my swollen pussy lips, it was as if thousands of small electric shocks shot through my body. I gave him a light wank as he kissed me, rubbing the knob against my clit as I did so.
'Oh Aaron, fuck me'. I sighed. Then suddenly his cock was inside me. We were fucking. Fucking and sharing the moment with my best friend.
'Oh fuck I'm going to cum' I screamed. It was the fastest orgasm I had ever achieved. Aaron had thrust no more than a few times inside me and I was fluttering in ecstasy. Samantha was still frigging herself as she watched our action. I grasped Aarons head and gave him a slobbery wet kiss, as I held him to me, I wrapped my stocking clad legs around his naked butt. I felt him tense and thrust harder. He grunted and exploded inside me. I felt the gush of his juice shoot inside my love. The warm jets continued for a few moments. Aaron had lost his virginity and cum inside his hot mother.
It was done, our erotic coupling complete.
'Oh fuck baby, that was so special' I cooed.
Aaron slowly withdrew from me, his large tool still covered in our orgasm slop. Samantha manoeuvred around before him and opened her mouth and took the spent cock into her mouth, feeding on the mixture of jizz and pussy juice. She sucked and licked the dick clean.
Samantha stood up and outstretched her hands to both of us. 'I think we should all go up to bed. We have a busy night ahead.' she said.
Our horny night-time party was just beginning.
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