The Dorm Visit

(Part 1 from 1)

Author: shybush

100% fiction!

I was devastated and it took me a few years to really comprehend that my husband had been sleeping with her since before we were married and he had fathered two of her three children. Since we co-owned a few businesses, the settlement was contested and it took a while to agree on a settlement. I wanted to stay busy to keep my mind off this part of my life so I began to spend more time volunteering at local charities and visiting my son at school on the weekends when I could. I would treat him to a nice dinner and maybe a movie and I would stay in a local upscale hotel so I wouldn’t have to drive back too late plus it gave me a chance to relax at the spa or just chill out with Drew.

At 43, I am in good shape and often pass for someone in my low to mid 30’s. I am 5”6’, weigh 140 pounds and measure 34-22-33 with d-cup breasts that are still somewhat perky! I have dark brunette hair that I wear short and bright hazel eyes. My son, built a lot like my father, is 6”2’ and weighs 172 with short dark hair and a very athletic build. I know some people think we are a couple which bothered me at first but then I was realized the significance of it all and I was flattered. We would sometimes just walk arm-in-arm and talk about life, his classes, dreams and friends. I realized how lucky I was to have such a smart and handsome son. On a few visits he has introduced me to friends that were girls but most were study partners, so he said, but he did have straight A’s so he was really focused on his studies. However, I had noticed that most of the women/girls he introduced me to had dark brunette hair and their bodies were, although younger and perkier, close to the same builds as me.

It was on one of these visits when I saw him fully nude for the first time since he was a boy. We had finished dinner and decided to go for a swim and it became too late for him to drive back on campus so I just told him to sleep in the additional bed in my hotel room. After I had changed in the bathroom and put on my nightgown I walked out into the hotel room to see him standing there fully nude. I got a full frontal and almost screamed in amazement like a young schoolgirl at the site of his beautiful nude body. I got instantly dizzy, weak in the knees and I could feel my face turn bright red.

His muscles were tone and his body was in amazingly shape but what got my attention the most, and I can’t believe I looked at it as long as I did, was his large limp penis that emerged from a thick patch of long dark pubic hair right under a 12 pack set of abs. OMG - he was hung. My husband had no more than 6” when he was fully erect but Drew was longer and much thicker even when he was limp. I finally got a hold of myself sat on the edge of the bed and apologized for not giving notice when I came into the room. I asked him if he wanted me to wait back in the bathroom while he finished getting ready for bed but he just quickly jumped into bed and said he had warn his underwear under his swim trunks since he forgot a jock strap and had not packed anything to sleep in. Well, it was two beds so I was ok. So I guess tomorrow will be commando. Really, commando. I am going to have to go to breakfast knowing that his large penis was, well just, well the big bulge in his jeans was just him and now I would have to consciously keep from looking.

After I got settled in my bed and turned out the lights we had idle chit-chat before the best of my nature came out and I asked if he was ok sleeping nude, maybe I could find something for him to wear of mine. A dumb question sine I knew I didn’t have anything other than panties that he could sleep in and it would be awkward asking my college aged son if he wanted to sleep in a pair of my panties although my mind was going there. I was a little surprised I asked him such a stupid question but I was equally or more surprised when he said, “no, it’s ok mom, I typically sleep nude. Well, ok, he wins the shock contest and my mind was running with it. He told me he started sleeping nude then he was in high school but occasionally would sleep in boxers if he thought I would come in the room.

More and more I would tease him and I began even taunting him with some innocent looking crotch shots, bending over in front of him, showing a lot of cleavage and thinner shirts where my pink nipples were not left to any imagination. I began buying sexy panties and really started feeling like I was trying to woo him. My t-shirts would often get thinner and sometimes turn into tank tops that clearly highlighted my firm d-cup breasts and, more than often, my very excited and hard nipples. We both became more careless, maybe on purpose, and would not always close doors giving each other great views of private moments. Why was I sexually teasing him? Why was I masturbating more than ever? Why did I want to see him every weekend? Why did he no longer have dates? Why did ne stay at my hotel every time I came? So many questions and in reality was obvious!

Anyway it was a great day and after the game we went back to some tailgating and maybe a little too much wine. Rather than drive back to the hotel and risk a DUI or an accident, we decided to walk to Drew’s dorm and I would call a cab. Once we got back to the dorm we started chatting about his early graduation and how the dorms never really changed since I went there and time got away. Drew didn’t have a roommate so it was an easy call for me to stay there. Drew dropped in the bath for a quick shower and I made up the couch for my bed and had stripped down to my panties.

I felt oddly sexy standing there in just my new red lace panties that were more lace than anything. I was looking for one of his t shirts to wear to sleep in when I passed the open bath door to see him standing in the shower facing the door with the towel over his face. My body froze. Walking from the game after a few glasses of wine was fun. Walking hand in hand back to his dorm had made me feel like a schoolgirl and now I was acting like one. Before I could react he had dropped the towel on the floor and we stood less than 5 feet apart face to face.

He was nude and I was wearing a skimpy pair of red lace panties that didn’t come close to covering or concealing my hairy bush. I watched his eyes drop as he surveyed my large round breasts and deep red nipples only to drop further to check out my hips and red panties. My nipples were immediately hard and his penis began to stiffen. I tried to stammer that I was looking for a shirt but I am not sure it was even audible. In the past I would have made at least a half-hearted attempt to cover my breasts but I did nothing as my nipples continued to harden and his penis began to swell start to rise.

He said he would get me a shirt but didn’t even cover himself as he walked past me and toward his drawers where he pulled out a shirt and showed to me as if looking for affirmation that it was ok he was holding a t-shirt but was wearing nothing. I saw the shirt but my mind was on his growing penis and tight ass that I totally stared at as he walked past. His penis was now the largest penis I had ever seen, even in books, and it was sticking up at a 45-degree angle. An 8.5’ – 9” fat cock sticking up at a 45-degree angle is a beautiful site to see.

I finally acknowledged the shirt, took it and walked to the bathroom. I only ½ shut the door as I washed my face, sat on the toilet to pee and use his tooth brush to brush my teeth. I finally put on his shirt, shut off the light and left the bath. My heart was still racing as I walked back into dimly lit dorm room and made my way to the couch. We made some small talk as I lay there on the couch and I soon found my hand rubbing first the crotch of my panties and then I slid a finger inside my panties and I was gently touching my clit. My pussy was soaked! I was masturbating while talking to my son and thinking about his massive penis and how I wanted … how I wanted what, to be with him. How I wanted to feel a man and have a man touch me. I wanted to feel his warm skin against mine and ….

To my left I could make out my 5’6’ figure in a full mirror and I could just make out the shape of my 43-yearold body and froze as I wondered what the hell I was doing. I was starting to bend over to pick-up his t-shirt when I must have startled him and he set-up quickly in bed and looked directly at me. I was in shock, and from the expression on his face, he was too. His eyes went from mine and started down and stopped at my breasts before making eye contact again and thendropping down to my tiny red lacy panties. Before I chickened out, I stepped over to the bed and sat on the edge and turned sliding my legs under the sheet and up against his.

His strong arm pulled me close and his hand rested on my shoulder pulling my breasts to his chest and my head to one shoulder. We were both breathing fast and I felt the sexual tension that left me numb and yet excited. I shifted my body so I was on my side and wrapped my arm around him and placed it on his other shoulder. My heart was racing as I took in his smell and the feel of his skin against mine was exhilarating. I wanted to say something, anything, but my brain was on overload. He kissed me on my head and he began to move his hand in circular motions gently massaging my upper back and shoulder.

I cuddled closer and began to trace my fingers on his shoulder and neck and draped my leg over on his, which pushed my lace panty covered crotch against his warm soft thigh. I thought that I felt his long penis touch my thigh and I got chill bumps all over my body. He began to move his hands lower and his massaging of my shoulder and back was both tickling and exciting. Goose bumps covered my body. I was now lightly massaging his chest and shoulder and letting my fingers lightly trail down his chest further each time.

I watched as it twitched and grew and soon produced a glistening drop of precum. I trailed my hand down and began to gently trace his stomach and the top of his pubic hair getting closer to touching his manhood and feeling it in my hands. I had forgotten that this was my son. The feel of his skin, the manly hair on his body, the smell of his cologne and the sight of his manhood had taken over all of my senses but one and I wanted to take care of that real soon. My panties were now soaked and I was starting to involuntary move and push my hips into his thigh. What was I thinking? After all, this was my son.

The boy I had given birth to was now the object of my passion and maybe my lust. Almost as if on queue, our lips found each other’s and my head spun as we had a passionate but short kiss that pulled a moan from deep inside of me. All of my senses were now fully engaged as I tasted his lips. Our kiss broke and we were eye to eye. The passion in his eyes set my body on fire.

As I caressed his hip, I felt his penis jump. He began to kiss down my neck and soon he rolled me over to my back and began to make a soft assault on my breasts with his tongue and lips. It had been a long time since his lips had touched my breasts and the reaction my body made was nothing less than earth shaking. Although there was no mother’s milk for him to get nourished, he was feeding the passion in both of our loins. When his lips first reached my nipples, my body twitched all over and I felt myself release a series of squirts that left no doubt my panties would be soaked for a while to come.

I clamped my legs tight around his leg that was now firmly between mine. I once again felt the muscles of my body move and I began to slightly hump and grind my crotch against his thigh. Once our lips were touching again I reached down and gently touched only the second penis I had ever touched. We both noticeably moaned as I felt the length and girth of his penis and ran my fingers down to its thick base. He soon found my breasts again with his lips and his hands began to rub my hips and he eventually grabbed my ass and pulled me close which shoved my crotch hard against his thigh causing yet another spasm in my crotch. After my body stopped trembling, I rolled further back in hopes he would touch me.

His moan announced his appreciation and he quickly ran his hand down into my panties and began tracing the lips of my pussy and gently nudged my clit. Our tongued danced and soon he moved his lips down to my breasts and inserted his finger into my womanhood causing me to moan and draw my legs up and fall open like a slut. I pulled his mouth up to mine and stuck my tongue down his unsuspecting throat as I humped his hand and finger. His thumb nudged my clit as his finger penetrated my soaked pussy. After yet another orgasm, I pushed him playfully away and rolled fully on my back.

He got my hint and he raised to his knees while reaching for the waist of my panties to pull them off. I raised my hips and off they came. My thick bush was fully on view for the only real man in my life that mattered. Once they were off, he kissed up the front of my thighs and over my hairy mound where he lingered long enough for me to contemplate the thought of him going down on me. No, not now, you will still be the first man to taste my womanhood but for now I need more.

Once he and I were one, his life was in me and I wanted to feel him in me again. No going back now, I wanted him in mind and body … I wanted to make love to my son. I wanted my son to enter my body and feel the pleasure and passion of a bride knowing that the groom had taken the prize and claimed the trophy. I wanted my son to stick his large dick into my wet pussy and feel the warmth of his mother’s womb totally surrounding his manhood.

Am I going to do this? Am I actually going to fuck my son. My mother would pass out if she knew that her daughter and grandson were preparing to consummate their passion and my father might disown me if he knew that I was about to feel the penis of my son enter my womb and deposit the seed meant to prolong his DNA to a new generation. Condoms, where were the condoms? I knew the consequences of a fertile woman opening her womanhood and exposing her life giving fruits to the seed of a very fertile stud but I consciously choose to move forward and invite him into me. I had given him condoms when he left for school but I never once thought that I would wonder where they were as a need for myself. Never once had I thought that I would be the object of desire and the target for his large cock and semen laced cum. Just how many of those condoms were left from the box of 10 ..I would have to ask later.

He kissed my stomach and belly button and, after making short pit stops on both of my breasts to tease and suck my nipples, he found my lips. I pulled him over on me and opened my legs as I pulled my knees up to expose my swollen and puckering pussy lips surrounded by a thick dark forest of wet black hair to him. My open pussy was as an offering of love and lust. My pink slit was fully exposed and I watched his eyes survey the treasures of his and my desire. OMG, I wanted this so bad. We both moaned and we kissed as he steadied himself on his one hand placed beside my head and his two knees that were still positioning his body into a place that would allow him to join our bodies into one. I joined my hand on his as he guided his long fat penis to the lips of my waiting vagina. He was longer and much thicker that the only other man I had known sexually and I was soon going to double the number of men I had fucked and, ironically, they both had the same name. At some point, love, lust and just plain old fucking becomes a blur and this was one of those moments.

The thick head of his cock sent shock waves through my womanhood as the precum coated head of his penis touched and began to slowly massage the lips of my warm wet pussy. I took my hand from his and placed it on his lower back. The soft velvet mushroom shaped head circled the puckered lips of my womanhood and tickled my stiff clit. Then, with a slight push of his incredibly firm ass, the head of his penis stretched my pussy lips wide and I could feel him sliding into my pussy and stretching it as it went deeper into my womanhood. My son had just entered me and we were one. In my deepest dreams as a mother I would have never thought I would fuck my son. Seriously, what mother desires to have her own flesh and blood, her own son, look at, much less penetrate, the most womanly and private of treasures. My body flashed with excitement and tensed with passion as his long thick penis began to travel into the same vagina that he had passed through at birth. I am fucking my son! The lips of my pussy griped the shaft of his penis as he began to work his large young cock deeper into me. It had been so long since I had been touched by a man. So long since a penis had penetrated my vagina. I was there and yet so far away.

What would the ladies at the club think of me if they knew I was fucking my own son? Would they be upset since I was breaking a big taboo, be glad it wasn’t their son or jealous because my son was a beautiful man with a very large penis that, much to my surprise, knew how to effectively use it. My head was spinning? He knew what he was doing as he penetrated me deeper with each thrust. Where did he learn to do this? What other women have experienced the physical pleasure? Oh God, this is so incredible.

His soft moaning in my ear took me over the edge but I wasn’t ready for the massive orgasm that rocked my world. I had never cum or had an orgasm, although I had faked it a lot, when my husband fucked me but my son wasn’t getting an acting job when I dramatically came on his long fat dick. I tensed and clamped my body to his while shoving the heels of my feet into his ass and my fingernails into his back as my cum coated his manhood. My body tensed and I moaned loud as my orgasm tore through me. My vagina gripped his penis like a vice grip as I held him tight. His pace slowed to almost a stop as I regained my composure but he soon picked back up the pace and the power of his thrusts were once again pushing my ass into the squeaking mattress. He pushed his manhood deeper into my womb with every thrust finally hitting home. We moaned in unison as the base of his penis was finally surrounded and squeezed by the lips of my pussy, the head of his penis hit bottom and his balls smashed against my ass. Our bodies collided and his lips alternated between kissing my lips and kissing my breasts. I was so wet, I could feel my juices flooding our crotches and lubricating thick cock as it plowed into me. His long, slow and powerful thrusts were amazing and, as we soon knew, my moaning was loud enough for others to hear.

Is this when I have him pull out of me and cum on my d-cup tits like a porno queen or is this where the lips of my pussy squeeze the base of his mighty cock as he empties a load of cum deep into my pussy. He pushes hard again and the thrust of his penis forcefully bounces my 43 y/o ass off the squeaky mattress again. My mouth is frozen, along with my brain, as he quickly withdraws and thrusts his penis into me very quickly again. Oh I remember, the first few times his father had fucked me and I recall that I didn’t know what to expect. But this time, yes this time I was very sure what was going to happen. He was going to release the contents of his large hairy balls very soon. I wasn’t the nave virgin on my wedding night, I was a grown woman this time and I knew the outcome. This time I was fucking my son in his college dorm and I had deliberately gone without protection. I wanted to feel him cum in me. Did I, did I really want his sperm traveling around in my womb looking for an egg to fertilize? I didn’t know this would happen, I wasn’t planning on getting laid in a college dorm room when I left home for the weekend. Maybe I wanted it but I never thought it would happen. I hadn’t planned on fucking my son and I wondered if he ever thought about fucking me. Those cum stains I occasionally found, who where those meant for. I would have to ask later.

OMG, I am not just fucking my son, I am fucking him totally unprotected in his college dorm room with his friends just down the hall. The same hall I have to walk down in the morning to leave his dorm and wonder who heard my moans, the bed violently rocking and the mattress squeaking. Would he be the stud that tagged the MILF or the strange guy that fucked his mother? Down deep, maybe his father would be jealous if he knew a college boy was fucking his ex. What if he knew that his 43 y/o ex was having passionate sex in a college dorm room? Would he be proud of his son for pounding a 43 y/o MILF? I knew other young guys would always check me out, does that mean I am a MILF? Had he longed to fuck his mother’s wet hairy pussy? Did he masturbate thinking of me?

My head was spinning, the bed was squeaking, I was moaning and his thrusts occasionally made the bed hit the wall. I am the dorm slut I had always worried about, fucking my boy to a ball wrenching orgasm and allowing him to fill my unprotected womb. Nothing in my married sex life could have prepared me for this. I had never cheated or even slept with anyone other than his father and he didn’t even come close to making me orgasm.

Ok, reality hit, if I wasn’t quick to stop this, the contents of his large hairy balls would travel through the 8.5 – 9” inches of his fat penis and out the slit of his large swollen penis head to fill my womb. He wasn’t pulling out .. my son was going to cum in his mothers pussy and she wasn’t going to stop him. OMG, I am fucking my son in his dorm room like some college slut and he is going to cum in my unprotected pussy. Even more shocking, I wanted him to cum in me. I had always told him to practice safe sex and wear a condom but I must have subconsciously pushed that thought out of my mind as I lie on his bed getting fucked by his long fat dick.

He whimpered a low soft moan as he tensed up and flexed his ass pushing the remainder of his penis into my womanhood. I felt the intense pulsing of his manhood as he began to unload an enormous amount of warm cum into my pussy. Pulse after pulse of thick cum streamed from his penis into my pussy. His moans were of such pleasure to his mother’s and his lover’s ears as the passion of his loins spread into mine. Then, as if in a dream, I felt a warm douche-like feeling deep in my womb and I knew it was his cum. Oh God! I had just been filled and fulfilled by my son and he had just emptied his balls into me. I shook violently and we kissed passionately. I held him tight and our bodies tried to relax after an emotional and sexual high. He remained in me as we passionately kissed. This felt so right, never before had I felt so much like a woman and a mother. We fell asleep still joined as one.

I woke up in the arms of my lover a few hours later. I felt so safe and so complete for the first time in years as I lay there with my head on his chest and his arm wrapped around me. I still couldn’t believe where I was and whom I was with. It was around midnight now and I could hear the stirring in the hall as people were returning from the many parties that followed the homecoming game and celebration parties. I had too much wine to drink and decided not to drive to my hotel across town and now I was in a college dorm room and in bed with a very handsome man ½ my age. He was strong, very handsome and an amazing lover. I had never asked how he got his experience and deep down I didn’t want to know but he knew how to more than excite and satisfy me.

I woke up because I had to pee but I just didn’t want to leave his arms. The longer I lay there the more I heard others in the hall and in different rooms around us. There were men and women laughing, yelling and acting silly and drunk. It was a men’s dorm but most of the voices I heard were females. I reflected back to when I was living in a dorm and noted the changes. Well I had to pee and by this point it was now or else so I gently tried to get out of bed without disturbing my lover. He moved around when I got up and I made my way to the bathroom. The evidence of my pussy being flooded by massive amounts of semen was dripping out of my pussy and running down my inner thighs. God I was still horny. I made my way back into the room and back towards the bed but was surprised that my lover was now propped up on his elbows looking at me. Although the room was not totally dark it was not light enough to totally make out everything in my new and strange surroundings. I could see his body and just make out his features and was sure he could make out mine. My 43 y/o 5’6’ frame that was toned from constant palates and aerobics measured 34-22-33 and I am sure my d-cup breasts were clearly visible. I am sure that my short dark hair was easy to see and the thick dark triangle of hair between my legs looked even darker.

He quietly said that I was beautiful and I rewarded him by quickly sliding back into his bed and, after wrapping my arms around him. I passionately kissed him. The feeling of my nude body against his was amazing but I was disappointed when he broke the kiss and said he had to go to the bathroom. I watched as he got out of bed and kept my eyes on his body as he got up and walked towards the bathroom. As he walked away I watched his shapely tight ass. As I heard the steady stream of him peeing into the toilet I took the time to straighten the bed where I soon found the wet evidence of the passion that had taken place a few hour prior. The large wet spot was precisely where my ass had been when he was thrusting his large long penis into my extremely wet pussy. I had multiple orgasms and my lover had eventually had one of the most powerful orgasms that I had ever felt. After rocking my world, he deposited stream after stream of cum that filled my womb like a warm douche. I was starting to get wet again, I wanted him in me again. I wanted to feel the passion of our sprits and the warmth of his body.

I was getting horny again just thinking about him and I was glad my son was returning to bed to join me. Yes, my lover was my own son and a few hours before my son had given me the most beautiful sexual and emotional experience of my life.
As he approached the bed I could make out his handsome features and was already semi-hard as he sat on the bed next to me and we embraced in a long sensual hug. We fell back on the bed and our passionate kisses and roaming hands begin to stir our loins all over again. I was soon humping my son’s thigh as he kissed and touched my large firm sensitive breasts and sucked my hard nipples. He sensually massaged my ass and lower back and I was soon leaving a pool of cum on my son’s thigh. Just as I reached for his fully erect 8.5’ penis there was a very strange and awkward noise. We both heard the noises and fell back onto his pillow and listened. We both realized what it was about the same time. We heard the he distinctive sound of a porno without the cheap music. I looked over to my son and said “it looks like I am not the only girl getting lucky in your dorm tonight” which drew a little laughter from both of us. Two hours earlier I as sure that we were just as loud and now I am seriously wondering how many people heard us. How many college boys had heard me moan and grunt as my son worked his long thick penis into my pussy? How many college boys had masturbated that night to the sounds or thoughts of making a woman moan like I was. Was his bed as squeaky as the one we currently heard? Had my son pounded me so hard the bed hit the wall? So who was this screamer and moaner in the next room over. Her own stud was obviously pounding her. We listened as his pace varied and her moaning highlighted his success in fulfilling her passionate womanly needs. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh God, oh yes I am cumming, oh God I am cumming.” The squeaking of the bed and the occasional hitting of the headboard against the wall signaled the fast pace and powerful thrusts in which he was burying his penis into her.

The erotic sounds added to our passion as we entwined our bodies and passionately groped, touched and kissed our way to yet another new level of sexual passion. The pace of the moans from the next room quickened and became louder and then, after what sounded like 10 to 15 seconds of extremely quick and hard thrusts, there were a few loud manly grunts and a few womanly moans and it was over. Silence. My son’s dorm neighbor had scored and, from the sounds of it all, climaxed to the pleasure of a young co-ed. Well maybe, maybe he to had emptied his balls into the maternal womb that had nurtured him from conception to birth. Maybe his mother had opened her thighs to expose the maternal lips of her pussy and invited her son into her body.

I rolled over on top of my son and raised up enough to take his thick, fat and hard penis into my hand and guide its head to the opening of my very wet pussy. Once in place, I slowly lowered myself on him and bit my lip to silence my passion. With my hands on his shoulders and his hand now on my hips, I now controlled the depth and pace that my son’s penis entered my body. He wasn’t as hard as earlier but he was just as thick and I was just as horny and even more wet. Between holding my hips and massaging my breasts, my son had somehow gained control and, like the girl next door, I lost control of the moans of pleasure that escaped my mouth. His occasional deep penetration and stimulation of my clit on his pubic bone took me over the edge and I orgasmed with a loud high-pitched moan and fell over on my son where our lips met and we kissed until I needed to catch my breath. God he felt so good inside of me with his hands now massaging my back.

I was soon rocking my hips and was rewarded with the feeling of my son’s penis hardening and expanding inside of me. Like his birth, I was once again feeling him grow in me but this time it was totally different. Our lips met as we passionately consummated our love and moaned as our sexual pleasures increased. As I rocked his large penis in the cradle of my womanhood he caressed my hack, ass and hips with his soft and gentle hands. Occasionally he would flex his ass and I could feel the slight push and swelling of his penis deeper into me. We were soon moaning to the occasional sound of our bodies slapping together. He gently pushed my shoulders up and was soon sucking on my breasts and I began to grind and rotate my ass, which gyrated my crotch that was gripping his penis for all it was worth. Our lips soon met again and he pulled me down close to him and rolled me onto my back.

With my knees pulled to my chest and my womanhood now at the perfect angle for the deep penetration of his long fat penis, he began to give me what I had always wanted but never knew I needed. He was soon driving his penis into me hard and deep. My body was out of control as he truly fucked me like only a real lover could do. I am sure my moans were just as loud as we had heard earlier and the mattress just as noisy. Oh God I was cumming again just thinking of the scene of my son’s studly young body soundly fucking me. My tits were bouncing like never before as he frequently made full penetration with the force of our fully joined bodies driving my ass into the noisy mattress over and over. My husband had never fucked me like this and it was driving me crazy. Like the girl in the room next door, I wanted him to know I was being pleased more than anything and let him know I was cumming on his dick again. My body tensed and I pulled him to me and dug my fingers into his back and just released a very vocal “yes, yes, Yes, oh God yes, keep fucking me, God yes ..I cumming , oh God yes, Aaaaaahhhhh”. His pace quickened and, like before, he pushed hard and quickened the pace as he neared his own climax.

Again, I was going to feel the penis of my son pulse as he emptied the seed of his balls into my womanhood. “Oh yes, oh yes my love, oh yes” as he pumped his penis into me. Am I tempting fate? If his first orgasm deep in my pussy hadn’t produced a union of semen and egg should I tempt it and have a second chance? I just don’t want him to stop. I wanted him to fill me again and soon he did. After a hard push that hit bottom his body began to spasm as he began to unleash another assault of cum deep into me. The pulse of his penis and the force of his push deep into me gave me pleasure greater than I had ever felt. As a lover and as a mother I would never be the same again.

As he pulled out of me, the contents of his powerful orgasm and my excitement began oozing out of my stretched and puffy pussy lips, down the crack of my ass and onto the bed. It didn’t matter, nothing else mattered now. I was in heaven. We soon cuddled and, with my head on his chest, I fell asleep in his arms.

Tomorrow, yes tomorrow I would have to face what happened tonight and I could only hope that he loved me more that a son loves mother. Would he want to be my lover? Would he understand that we couldn’t go back and he would direct where we go in the future? Had his seed fertilized an offspring. Let’s not go there. Never before had I wanted so much to give so much but not knowing what I should give.

ToThe Dorm Visit

I am a 43-year old successful businesswoman and professional who has a wonderful and handsome son, my only child, attending the state University and my alma mater. A few years back I had caught his father screwing one of my friends after I had returned home early from a business trip. To make it worse, I had returned early so that we could celebrate our anniversary. Instead of celebrating my anniversary with my husband, I celebrated alone with a few bottles of wine in a hotel room. I was devastated and it took me a few years to really comprehend that my husband had been sleeping with her since before we were married and he had fathered two of her three children. Since we co-owned a few businesses, the settlement was contested and it took a while to agree on a settlement. I wanted to stay busy to keep my mind off this part of my life so I began to spend more time volunteering at local charities and visiting my son at school on the weekends when I could. I would treat him to a nice dinner and maybe a movie and I would stay in a local upscale hotel so I wouldn’t have to drive back too late plus it gave me a chance to relax at the spa or just chill out with Drew.

It was on one of these visits when I saw him fully nude for the first time since he was a young boy. We had finished dinner and decided to go for a swim and it became too late for him to drive back on campus so I just told him to sleep in the additional bed in my hotel room. After I had changed in the bathroom and put on my nightgown I walked out into the hotel room to see him standing there fully nude. I got a full frontal and almost screamed in amazement like a young schoolgirl at the site of his beautiful nude body. I got instantly dizzy, weak in the knees and I could feel my face turn bright red. His muscles were tone and his body was in amazingly shape but what got my attention the most, and I can’t believe I looked at it as long as I did, was his large limp penis that emerged from a thick patch of long dark pubic hair right under a 12 pack set of abs. OMG - he was hung. My husband had no more than 6” when he was fully erect but Drew was longer and much thicker even when he was limp. I finally got a hold of myself sat on the edge of the bed and apologized for not giving notice when I came into the room. I asked him if he wanted me to wait back in the bathroom while he finished getting ready for bed but he just quickly jumped into bed and said he had warn his underwear under his swim trunks since he forgot a jock strap and had not packed anything to sleep in. Well, it was two beds so I was ok. So I guess tomorrow will be commando. Really, commando. I am going to have to go to breakfast knowing that his large penis was, well just, well the big bulge in his jeans was just him and now I would have to consciously keep from looking.

Over time we spent more time together and he stayed with me in my hotel a lot more often as well as when he was on break from school. He learned that I liked sleeping in old t-shirts and panties but occasionally even I slept nude. Although we became “more friendly” and we would occasionally get a good look at forbidden flesh, we typically stayed dressed until the lights went out then we stripped down to what we would sleep in or nothing in some cases. Over time I began to prance around more and more in just my t and panties. I liked seeing him excited and it excited me in a non-mother type way. More and more I would tease him and I began even taunting him with some innocent looking crotch shots, bending over in front of him, showing a lot of cleavage and thinner shirts where my pink nipples were not left to any imagination. I began buying sexy panties and really started feeling like I was trying to woo him. My t-shirts would often get thinner and sometimes turn into tank tops that clearly highlighted my firm d-cup breasts and, more than often, my very excited and hard nipples. We both became more careless, maybe on purpose, and would not always close doors giving each other great views of private moments. Why was I sexually teasing him? Why was I masturbating more than ever? Why did I want to see him every weekend? Why did he no longer have dates? Why did ne stay at my hotel every time I came? So many questions and in reality was obvious!

One weekend in the fall we went together to homecoming football game and spent the day tailgating and having fun with some of my college friends and his. It was great. Many of our friends said I looked 10 years younger and since the divorce I had lost 10 pounds and was finally happy. I was. So who is the man in your life? Who are you seeing now? Do you want me to fix you up? Would you ever want to go out? What more could a woman want that to spend weekends with friends and the one she loved the most. I knew my attraction wasn’t just as a mom to a son but I just didn’t want to go there. Anyway it was a great day and after the game we went back to some tailgating and maybe a little too much wine. Rather than drive back to the hotel and risk a DUI or an accident, we decided to walk to Drew’s dorm and I would call a cab. Once we got back to the dorm we started chatting about his early graduation and how the dorms never really changed since I went there and time got away. Drew didn’t have a roommate so it was an easy call for me to stay there. Drew dropped in the bath for a quick shower and I made up the couch for my bed and had stripped down to my panties. I felt oddly sexy standing there in just my new red lace panties that were more lace than anything. I was looking for one of his t shirts to wear to sleep in when I passed the open bath door to see him standing in the shower facing the door with the towel over his face. My body froze. Walking from the game after a few glasses of wine was fun. Walking hand in hand back to his dorm had made me feel like a schoolgirl and now I was acting like one. Before I could react he had dropped the towel on the floor and we stood less than 5 feet apart face to face. He was nude and I was wearing a skimpy pair of red lace panties that didn’t come close to covering or concealing my hairy bush. I watched his eyes drop as he surveyed my large round breasts and deep red nipples only to drop further to check out my hips and red panties. My nipples were immediately hard and his penis began to stiffen. I tried to stammer that I was looking for a shirt but I am not sure it was even audible. In the past I would have made at least a half-hearted attempt to cover my breasts but I did nothing as my nipples continued to harden and his penis began to swell start to rise. He said he would get me a shirt but didn’t even cover himself as he walked past me and toward his drawers where he pulled out a shirt and showed to me as if looking for affirmation that it was ok he was holding a t-shirt but was wearing nothing. I saw the shirt but my mind was on his growing penis and tight ass that I totally stared at as he walked past. His penis was now the largest penis I had ever seen, even in books, and it was sticking up at a 45-degree angle. An 8.5’ – 9” fat cock sticking up at a 45-degree angle is a beautiful site to see.

I slipped off the couch and made my way over to my son’s bed. There was just enough light from the window to see where I was walking and to see him on his bed. His sheet was only covering his lower body and he looked so handsome. The white sheet outlined his lower body and clearly revealed a large bulge just below his waist and confirmed that he was still at least partially erect. With my heart pounding and my knees a little shaky, I slowly put my hands down and grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up and over my head and dropped it to the floor. To my left I could make out my 5’6’ figure in a full mirror and I could just make out the shape of my 43-yearold body and froze as I wondered what the hell I was doing. I was starting to bend over to pick-up his t-shirt when I must have startled him and he set-up quickly in bed and looked directly at me. I was in shock, and from the expression on his face, he was too. His eyes went from mine and started down and stopped at my breasts before making eye contact again and thendropping down to my tiny red lacy panties. Before I chickened out, I stepped over to the bed and sat on the edge and turned sliding my legs under the sheet and up against his.

We were now sitting side-by-side but when I turned to face him I couldn’t get the words out to tell him anything other than, in a quiet hoarse voice, that I was lonely out there and I wanted to be with him. I could feel his leg touch mine so I turned to face him with intentions of a hug but as I did he laid back down and I ended up with my upper body falling on him and fully pressing against his chest with my bare breasts. The feeling of my full d-cup breasts against him was amazing and my nipples stiffened to a point as hard as steel. I initially froze but when I felt his arm slide around me and pull me tight I felt a big relief. His strong arm pulled me close and his hand rested on my shoulder pulling my breasts to his chest and my head to one shoulder. We were both breathing fast and I felt the sexual tension that left me numb and yet excited. I shifted my body so I was on my side and wrapped my arm around him and placed it on his other shoulder. My heart was racing as I took in his smell and the feel of his skin against mine was exhilarating. I wanted to say something, anything, but my brain was on overload. He kissed me on my head and he began to move his hand in circular motions gently massaging my upper back and shoulder. I cuddled closer and began to trace my fingers on his shoulder and neck and draped my leg over on his, which pushed my lace panty covered crotch against his warm soft thigh. I thought that I felt his long penis touch my thigh and I got chill bumps all over my body. He began to move his hands lower and his massaging of my shoulder and back was both tickling and exciting. Goose bumps covered my body. I was now lightly massaging his chest and shoulder and letting my fingers lightly trail down his chest further each time.

I wasn’t the only one getting turned on, when he shifted to get a better angle to massage my shoulders and back the sheet slid partly off of him. OMG, I had a direct line of sight down his body to his very large and growing penis. The thick base of his manhood sprouted from thick patch of long dark pubic hair and his penis was fully erect again. If the length of his penis wasn’t enough to get my heart pounding, the fact that it was as thick as my wrist did. The size and movement of his penis mesmerized me as it twitched and stiffened. The head of his penis began to swell up creating a very distinctive helmet shape. I watched as it twitched and grew and soon produced a glistening drop of precum. I trailed my hand down and began to gently trace his stomach and the top of his pubic hair getting closer to touching his manhood and feeling it in my hands. I had forgotten that this was my son. The feel of his skin, the manly hair on his body, the smell of his cologne and the sight of his manhood had taken over all of my senses but one and I wanted to take care of that real soon. My panties were now soaked and I was starting to involuntary move and push my hips into his thigh. What was I thinking? After all, this was my son. The little boy I had given birth to was now the object of my passion and maybe my lust. Almost as if on queue, our lips found each other’s and my head spun as we had a passionate but short kiss that pulled a moan from deep inside of me. All of my senses were now fully engaged as I tasted his lips. Our kiss broke and we were eye to eye. The passion in his eyes set my body on fire.

Drew rolled over to his side and we adjusted our bodies so we were both on our sides with my upmost leg draped on top and our arms holding us together tight smashing my d-cup breasts against his chest. We were now kissing like long lost lovers as he massaged my back. I was so in heaven. His hands were soft and he knew how to touch me in a way no one ever had. At some point I realized that his penis was the firm object I felt against my lower abdomen. He pushed his hips back to gain some comfort and I took the opportunity to run my hand down his body and over his hip and upper thigh. As I caressed his hip, I felt his penis jump. He began to kiss down my neck and soon he rolled me over to my back and began to make a soft assault on my breasts with his tongue and lips. It had been a long time since his lips had touched my breasts and the reaction my body made was nothing less than earth shaking. Although there was no mother’s milk for him to get nourished, he was feeding the passion in both of our loins. When his lips first reached my nipples, my body twitched all over and I felt myself release a series of squirts that left no doubt my panties would be soaked for a while to come. I clamped my legs tight around his leg that was now firmly between mine. I once again felt the muscles of my body move and I began to slightly hump and grind my crotch against his thigh. Once our lips were touching again I reached down and gently touched only the second penis I had ever touched. We both noticeably moaned as I felt the length and girth of his penis and ran my fingers down to its thick base. He soon found my breasts again with his lips and his hands began to rub my hips and he eventually grabbed my ass and pulled me close which shoved my crotch hard against his thigh causing yet another spasm in my crotch. After my body stopped trembling, I rolled further back in hopes he would touch me.

His hands made their way from my back and to my stomach where his light touch again caused goose bumps all over my body. From my stomach his hands traced up to my breasts where he tweaked my nipples and then down to my panties. That sweet son of mine began to tease me more than I could have ever imagined. He would touch me and move his hand close to my hairy wet crotch and then pull his hand away and start again. He rotated between caressing my ass and hip and running his fingers along my inner thigh. I finally reached down, firmly grabbed his large hairy balls and started massaging them. His moan announced his appreciation and he quickly ran his hand down into my panties and began tracing the lips of my pussy and gently nudged my clit. Our tongued danced and soon he moved his lips down to my breasts and inserted his finger into my womanhood causing me to moan and draw my legs up and fall open like a slut. I pulled his mouth up to mine and stuck my tongue down his unsuspecting throat as I humped his hand and finger. His thumb nudged my clit as his finger penetrated my soaked pussy. After yet another orgasm, I pushed him playfully away and rolled fully on my back. He got my hint and he raised to his knees while reaching for the waist of my panties to pull them off. I raised my hips and off they came. My thick bush was fully on view for the only real man in my life that mattered. Once they were off, he kissed up the front of my thighs and over my hairy mound where he lingered long enough for me to contemplate the thought of him going down on me. No, not now, you will still be the first man to taste my womanhood but for now I need more.

Seriously, I am totally nude and in bed with a beautiful man that has a dick the size of a small horse, a tongue that is soft as silk and a touch that sends sparks throughout my body .. it didn’t matter at that moment that he was my son. Of course I thought of him tracing the lips of my wet pussy and clit with his velvet lips and soft tongue. The thought of my son licking my pussy and tasting me like no other had ever done was exciting. Yes, he was my son but now I wanted him to release the passion of my womanhood and energize my life by entering my body and joining me as one. Once he and I were one, his life was in me and I wanted to feel him in me again. No going back now, I wanted him in mind and body … I wanted to make love to my son. I wanted my son to enter my body and feel the pleasure and passion of a bride knowing that the groom had taken the prize and claimed the trophy. I wanted my son to stick his large dick into my wet pussy and feel the warmth of his mother’s womb totally surrounding his manhood.

Tomorrow, yes tomorrow I would have to leave this room and face reality that I had just spent the night in a men’s college dorm where many of the inhabitants had heard the proof that a woman had been royally fucked and fully satisfied. I had just advertised that my son was a stud and an incredible lover. Would this be his calling card or would I be his only desire going forward. I wasn’t the first but how many had their been before me. How many co-eds had slept where I was. How man co-eds had had their pussies filled with his long fat dick and moaned as he pumped it into them? Had he always warn one of those condoms I had given him or were they gone long ago? How many young women had left his room with his cum dripping from their pussies? Did they leave before daylight or had they left like trophy girls walking down the halls broadcasting that they had been fucked or at a minimum slept with the most handsome stud at the school?

So many questions and so many unknowns. I guess tomorrow will tell! If you were me, how should it go? If you were Drew, how should it go?

Well until then, or you ask, I will just cuddle and feel my d-cups breasts squished against his chest and my hairy wet, and now a little sore, pussy press against his thigh.

“I love you mom, you are beautiful”, “Thank you, I love you more that you will ever know Drew”. A sweet kiss on the lips and a gentle squeeze to end the most wonderful and passionate night of my life.
morrow, yes tomorrow I would have to leave this room and face reality that I had just spent the night in a men’s college dorm where many of the inhabitants had heard the proof that a woman had been royally fucked and fully satisfied. I had just advertised that my son was a stud and an incredible lover. Would this be his calling card or would I be his only desire going forward. I wasn’t the first but how many had their been before me. How many co-eds had slept where I was. How man co-eds had had their pussies filled with his long fat dick and moaned as he pumped it into them? Had he always warn one of those condoms I had given him or were they gone long ago? How many young women had left his room with his cum dripping from their pussies? Did they leave before daylight or had they left like trophy girls walking down the halls broadcasting that they had been fucked or at a minimum slept with the most handsome stud at the school?

So many questions and so many unknowns. I guess tomorrow will tell! If you were me, how should it go? If you were Drew, how should it go?

Well until then, or you ask, I will just cuddle and feel my d-cups breasts squished against his chest and my hairy wet, and now a little sore, pussy press against his thigh.

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