I Really Love My Son Part II

Note : This story is completely fictional!

At my friend’s encouragement, I have enrolled my son in a sex club to help him overcome sexual teasing by his friends. As a condition of enrollment, I had to participate in the love making with other boys. After my initial experiences, I am having second thoughts. 

Later in the day after I saw the videotape of my son having sex with one of the mothers, my friend Beth called. She asks me if everything is OK. I told her that my emotions were in turmoil and that we needed to talk. We agreed to meet at her place the next evening after dinner. Charlie will come over and do his homework with Bob at my apartment so Beth and I can speak freely. 

Beth poured some coffee for both of us the next evening. As we are sipping the brew, she asks me what is wrong. My body language must be strong. I pour out my feelings about seeing my son have sex with an older woman as well as my strong emotional reaction to engaging in a bout of teenager sexuality, myself. “I haven’t slept well since the weekend, and it is hard for me to concentrate at work. I keep replaying the vivid sex scenes in my mind.” Beth asks me if I am having second thoughts about the Club. Though I am wondering a bit about the roles of the Founding Moms, I think that rationally, this is good for Bob. I am not so sure about the state of my future mental health. Beth asks me to explain. “I am having loss of possession problems, giving up Bob to someone else who is not his wife.” Beth looks me in the eye. “Are you sure it’s not something deeper, more sexual.” I am confused. Beth is almost whispering. I had some of the same issues when Charlie and I joined the Club. Can I trust you to keep a confidence? I reassured her. Beth asks. “Do you intend to see the second tape with Bob?” Do you think I should? “Yes. You will find that the second Founding Mom, Audrey, is much more sexually stimulating than Shelia. She wears an outfit that pushes her breasts up and out and is open around the vulva. She also shaves her pussy. The total effect is a real turn on for the boys. She encourages experimentation and might let Bob come in the back door as well the vaginal area.” I am probably red faced by now. “How did you handle the issue?” “We’ll discuss it next week.” 

Friday night. I dropped Bob off at Shelia’s house and picked him up about two hours later. He was much more animated than the last week. I asked him if he had a good time. His eyes sparkled as he nodded in the affirmative. “Do you want to tell me about it?” He would only say that this woman was hot stuff. The next night I showed up. I was ushered by Shelia into the same bedroom. In came another young man who appeared to be a little younger than the one last week. His name was Roy. He was not hung as massively as Cleve—maybe about 7 inches. I asked him what he would like to do. What gave him the most satisfaction? I was already pretty aroused because I had been focusing on this time all week. I intentionally did not masturbate during the week because I didn’t want to dilute this experience. Roy said that once he taken a shower with a woman, and he had found that two naked bodies encased in water were stimulating. I agreed that we could do that before the night was over. But I wanted him to come into me in a special way before we did that. I told him to kneel on the edge of the bed, while I raised my legs to his shoulders. This was what tried to do last week, but Roy was a better candidate. I took his ramrod penis into my vagina and then moved my legs closer to the center so I could hold him in firmly. I wouldn’t have done this unless I was already well lubricated with my juices. Roy began fucking me in slow motion as my vaginal walls were pulsating from his penetration. This was intensely pleasurable. I reached my finger down and spread my labia so that when he pushed forward, his hairs and pubic bone rubbed on my engorged clitoris. I asked him to use his hands to play with my breasts and nipples. Doing this caused Roy to lean forward and allowed my ankles to go over his shoulders, giving me some leverage to push upward. We were now in rhythm, with his penis in full penetration copulating inside of me. My senses were rioting as I could feel the pulsations of his swollen member deep inside of me. My body began shaking uncontrollably as Roy began breathing hard pushing himself in and out with abandon. Soon he was ejaculating jism deep inside of me. In reaction, my vaginal walls pulsated in orgasmic over drive as one orgasm after another pulsated through my body. The climaxes were so strong that my breasts were gyrating as I grabbed him close to my body in a passionate embrace. When my breathing returned to normal, I told Roy he could be my lover anytime. Since he had done me a real favor, we could head for the shower. I started lathering his body and encouraged him to do mine as well. I rubbed my nipples and breast against him and then took his penis between my lathered breasts and began breast fucking him. His penis took on renewed life. Then I sat down on the shower seat and began fondling his penis and scrotum. The only problem was my mask kept getting wet, making it hard to see. His eyes glazed as he leaned back against the wall. I washed the soap off his penis and gave him a real deep throated sucking. After a few minutes, his body tensed and he began squirting an amazing amount of sperm for his second round. When his penis softened and his breathing returned to normal, I asked him to turn the showerhead so that the water pulsates and to direct the spray toward my clitoris, which I made accessible by spreading my legs and opening my labia with my fingers. Not too close, I tell him. Move the showerhead back and forth. The pulsating sensations felt wonderful and soon I shuddered and climaxed again. He said he had never done that before and seemed to take some pride. Our time was up as I dried his body with fluffy towel as he did mine. On my way out, I made an appointment with Shelia to see the tape.

Audrey welcomed me to the door when I showed up on Monday. She said that it was customary for the Founding Moms to show their own tapes so that they could answer any questions. Audrey was about 5 ft 5 inches, and probably a few years older than Shelia. She was wearing dark slacks and an over blouse so I couldn’t tell too much about her physical shape. I would find out in a minute. She turns on the VCR and leaves the room. The tape starts as Audrey ushered Bob into the bedroom. I couldn’t help but feel like I was voyeur and I admit the experience was a bit sensual. Shelia tells him to disrobe while she went into the bathroom. When she came out wearing the outfit that Beth had described, Bob’s has an unbelievable look on his face. Audrey’s prominent breasts are huge. She is probably a D cup. Being pushed upward made them look amazing. And her legs weren’t bad either. She was a bit pudgy around the middle, but her outfit was tight and slimming. Bob was staring down, probably at her shaven pussy. She is probably asking Bob if he wants a closer look, since Audrey lays on the bed and motions Bob to focus on her vulva. Bob is kissing and nuzzling her shaven pussy. Audrey sticks out her tongue to visually instruct Bob how to tongue her. Bob is going down on her. She appears to luxuriate in the clitoral stimulation provided by Bob. Bob is a quick study and soon Audrey’s body is shuddering uncontrollably in a clitoral explosion. From her facial expression, it was intense. She offers her breast to Bob and he caresses and then sucks on her nipples. I hate to admit it. But watching my son having sex with an older naked woman is erotically exciting, and I am having a hard time containing my urges. I think my pants are getting wet inside. I wonder if I were home watching this tape, would I be playing with myself? This goes on for sometime, as it seems Audrey has very sensitive breasts. Audrey is fingering herself while she plays with Bob’s penis. She may have climaxed again. By this time, I am sure Bob is having a hard time containing himself. Audrey lays him down and straddles his penis in a kneeling position. She rocks up and down as Bob’s body tenses and obviously ejaculates inside her. Audrey gets on her knees and Bob enters her vaginal canal from behind. I am pretty sure it’s not her anus because he comes in too quickly. Bob is pumping her from behind. Since he has just ejaculated, Bob can fuck her for much longer. She turns her head to say something and thereafter, Bob begins playing with her clitoris, stimulating both of them. Eventually, he grabs her back as he ejaculates a second time. Audrey eyelids are fluttering and her head begins to bob up and down while Bob is pumping away. She appears to be ecstatic. The tape ends and Audrey walks back into the room. “Do you have any questions” I had many thoughts racing through my mind but I just focused on the mundane. “Is Bob finished with his orientation?” “Sheila and I haven’t discussed it yet, but I think so. Either Shelia or I might check him out in few weeks, but I think he is ready.” I am so horny by this time that I have to restrain myself to keep from getting a ticket as I drive home. Fortunately, Bob is not home when I get there, as I head directly for the bedroom and my 10-inch dildo I nearly rip off my clothes as I head for the bed. My pussy is so wet I can’t believe it. As I masturbate, the images of Audrey and Bob race through my tormented mind. Tears form in my eyes as I try to hold back the inevitable climax that I feel emerging from deep inside me. Soon I am gasping for air as spasms pulsate through my clitoris and vulva. I am emotionally drained as I recall the events on the screen.

Two nights later, I am sitting with Beth, giving her a quick run down of the events. “Audrey was hot,” I indicate as I briefly relate the events on the tape. I don’t tell her about my reaction; but she probably guesses. Beth surprises me by saying that both founding mothers do more than just substitute when necessary. They are in the active rotation with hardly a week passing without their direct participation. Beth thinks they are hooked on the sex with teenagers and they focus primarily on the younger, first year boys. Beth also thinks that they invite some of the graduates to come to the house when they are on school breaks. But that is not the only thing that she wants to tell me in deepest confidence. “I want to break one of the Club rules by having sex with my son.” I am flabbergasted. “That’s depraved” “Hear me out.” “First, Charlie has a bigger sex drive to satisfy than once per week at the Club. I think he is masturbating at least twice per week. It’s very possible that he will stray outside the Club and defeat the main purpose of joining. Next, I was deeply affected by the club initiation, as you were. I am afraid that Charlie will turn to other women for all his needs, rather than me, his mother. And to be completely frank, the Club rules have limited my ability to have relations with other males and at the same time, the weekly sessions have made me extremely horny.” Beth made sense. Perhaps, I was feeling the same emotions. Why couldn’t I be the one to help Bob? Beth continues. “The four of us could engage in our own club during the week in our own houses. This way we could help Charlie and Bob enjoy sex without permitting the boys to penetrate their own moms. You could take care of Charlie that way and I would do the same for Bob. Therefore by restricting copulation, we avoid incest, she argues. “We would be there without the masks, and the boys could see us helping their enjoyment directly.” My mind is swirling as I contemplate the four of us mixing it up in various combinations. “What about the Club” “I am sure Bob and Charlie can be trusted to keep our secrets; especially if we tell them that they could be expelled from the Club. As I said earlier, for the next year or so, they are going to spend much of their Club time with Shelia and Audrey. We have to step up to counter their influence.” I am numb. 

A few months later as I flash back to that fateful discussion with Beth, I wondered why I had been concerned. Bob and I have moved in with Beth and Charlie where we share the rent on their four bedroom house, a big cost savings to both of us. The boys act more like brothers. And about once per week, we have a joint sexathon, as I call it. I vividly remember the first time we broached the subject to Bob and Charlie. Beth took the lead in explaining what we were going to do. Bob and Charlie exchanged glances when they realized they belonged to the same Club. We talked about the only rule that we would impose—no copulation with your own mother. The only thing that Beth did not mention was our direct involvement in the Club. We had agreed to keep that secret for the time being. All of us were a bit nervous and concerned, but the boys, I should call them young men now, seemed to be willing to try. Beth and I agreed that the first night we would stay in separate bedrooms with our own sons and then trade places at the appropriate moment. We would avoid other intimate partnerships until later. Beth and I set up the date with our sons for the next night. 

During that day, I wondered if I had the courage to go through with it. It was difficult to concentrate on eating dinner as each of us exchanged glances. Finally Beth took the lead and grabbed Charlie’s hand as they went to her bedroom. That gave me the courage to act so I motioned to Bob to follow me. I think the forbidden nature of our impending relationship heightened my senses beyond belief. I was shuddering internally, but I knew I had to control myself to make the experience pleasurable for him. First, I undressed him. His pecker was at full erection. It didn’t seem so small to me, and I praised his wonderful manhood. Perhaps his recent sexual experiences had helped. Then I did a strip tease for him, slowly removing my clothes. He may have had fleeting glances of my nakedness before, but this was definite a different view for him. I had decided to do a partial shave of my pussy, which still had wisps of blond hair, but lot’s of exposure of my pussy lips. His eyes were bright with intensity as I asked him to lie down. I rubbed his body gently as if we had all the time in the world, and spoke gentle loving compliments. My mind glazed over in a mixture of love and sexuality at this surreal experience, loving and caressing my own son. I hadn’t touched his private parts since I washed him at an earlier age. He had just a few hairs at the base of his penis, which was beautifully formed to my eyes. As I cupped him gently, I could feel the tightness of his testicles within the scrotum. I took his hands and brought them against my breasts. He began tenderly stroked my breast and nipple. I told him about my favorite spots as he touched me. I asked him about his tender spots of sensuality. Pre-cum began to collect on his penis. And my love juices were flowing profusely, as I had mild climax when he suckled my sensitive nipples. I told him about the importance of foreplay and that most men neglected this important need. By now, he was in high state of arousal. I can’t tell you how much I wanted his penis to return to the vaginal womb, but I restrained myself. I cupped his testicles gently as I used my tongue on his penis, curling it gently under and around his head. Bob began to breathe hard and I knew this was a magic moment for him and I, as I alternated a tonguing motion with sucking his throbbing erection. His eyes began to flutter as his boiling sperm began shooting through his testicles into his penis, quickly ejaculating in huge clumps. At this point, the whole experience overcame all my emotional inhibitions as I kept sucking him and jacking his penis until there was no more left. I spit out his sperm into the bathroom sink and returned quickly to the bed to caress his hairless body. I asked him if he had the energy to do something for me. He nodded and with little urging began to lick around my clitoris and labia. I told him to use first one and then two fingers inside the vaginal canal to stimulate my insides while he was tonguing. After a few minutes, I told him to stop fingering and just concentrate on my clitoris. Soon I was convulsing in a multiple orgasm as the spasms of forbidden pleasure overcame my body and mind. I couldn’t stop as he continued with youthful energy to suck me until I couldn’t take any more. My mind was overcome with emotional release and my body felt warm and responsive to his eyes seeking approval, as he laid his head on my bosom. 

Shortly thereafter, there was a knock on the door. It was Charlie. I pulled on my robe before I gave Bob a big hug as he left. Charlie was a year older and definitely more mature in body muscle than Bob. He sheepishly came into the room. He had on his boxer underwear and socks, which he quickly disrobed when I asked him. This was the first time I had seen Charlie completely naked. His penis was hanging down in state of partial erection. He was definitely well hung, perhaps seven plus inches. He stood before me, gaping at my partially naked body. I opened my robe to give him a full look and invited him to lie next to me. I stroked his penis back to full erection. My pulsating pussy wanted him inside and I wanted the experience to last. So I guided his penis against my vaginal opening and told him keep his legs outside of mine and to push inside. I was completely lubricated by my prior orgasms, as my vaginal wall tightened around his aroused penis. I could control the tightness of the vaginal opening as he lies on top and starts to fuck me, first slowly and then with increased intensity. After a few minutes, Charlie’s breathing becomes labored as the heat returns to his testicles. At the same time, I feel tremendous pressure building in my vulva. My mind wonders down the hall and visualizes Bob and Beth’s bodies melting together. The whole evening with Bob and Charlie has made every sensation vibrant with electricity. Charlie’s penis is filling every inch of my pleasure canal. I know that I am going to go over the top. I feel his spurts inside, and the extra lubrication and the thrusts of his penis cause a massive vaginal climax. I can’t restrain myself as I hear myself screaming with ultimate orgasmic pleasure. 

I still smile about the pleasures of that first night with Charlie and Bob. We have had many memorable experiences since then. Each of us takes a turn directing the sexathon for the evening. And we have done every type of sexual act imaginable but violate the rule of not copulating with one’s mother. Bob doesn’t get teased anymore. His confidence is high and I believe he has had a growth spurt where it counts. Neither Beth nor I worry about Audrey or Shelia stealing away our sons at all.