by Tanya (WI)
Jim came into the kitchen where his mom was having her morning cup of coffee, sitting at the table in jeans and a t-shirt and barefoot.
“Good morning,” she greeted cheerfully.
“Good morning, mom,” Jim said. He stepped over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
His parents had divorced a year ago, right after he had graduated and turned eighteen. He was still living with his mom while he attended the local college and it was a practical as well as an agreeable arrangement.
They smiled at one another, enjoying the fact that they had started to become much more openly affectionate in their mother and son relationship, something which had been easy and pleasant to do without his father there.
Jim looked down at her feet. “I like seeing you barefoot,” he said.
Carla grinned and wiggled her toes. “Your father never liked me going around barefoot,” she remarked.
“Well, I like it,” Jim asserted.
“I could have my clothes off, too,” she teased.
Jim grinned. “You mean … be naked?”
“Well,” Caral said with a nonchalant air, “some boys like their mother to be that way. I can if you want me to.”
Jim was surprised and did not quite know what to say. “It’s fine with me.”
Carla responded with a girlish and impish face. She stood up and pulled the t-shirt she was wearing over her head, revealing her full braless breasts which were bare beneath. Then, in one easy movement she slid out of her janes and panties.
“Tah-dah!” she laughed, posing naked for her son.
Jim laughed, too.
His mom was not fat, but rather full figured, with large heavy full breasts, each basting broad dark pink nipples. Below she had an ample amount of dark curly public hair.
“Are you going to get naked, too?” she asked. “Some boys like doing that with their mother, as well.”
Jim was stills surprised by his mom’s uninhibited mod.
“Okay,” he said.
Jim took off his shirt and then his pants and presented his mom with a now very stiff and sizeable erection.
“Oh, that’s nice,” she appraised.
They hugged and laughed and squeezed up against one another.
Jim reached down to take a hold of his stiff penis and brought the swollen head up to push into the soft hair folds between his mom's legs. Without difficulty he found the moist opening of her vagina and pushed his penis inward.
“Oh!” she said with a wide look of surprise, feeling son maleness doing that to her.
Jim started to fuck his penis in and out, quickly bringing his mom to an aroused state as she held him tightly.
“Oh, honey ,,, honey …” she breathed.
Jim was not really sure if his mom wanted him to be doing this to her or not, although she offered no objections.
“Oh, yes … yes …” she panted, offering encouragement for him not to stop.
She was surprised by the degree of her own swift arousal in response.
“Yes … yes …” she continued to pant. And suddenly she was having an orgasm. “Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhhhh!”
She had never reached an orgasm so quickly and suddenly before as she did now, with the excitement of having her own son’s penis so unexpectedly in her.
“Yeah, mom … yeah …” Jim told her as he fucked his dick into her wet and very hairy hole.
She was gasped and clinging to him and suddenly Jim found himself ejaculating fully in her.
“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” he grunted with each throbbing release of his semen.
In that moment, so wonderfully, they were having intercourse right there in the kitchen and making it complete.
“Oh, honey … oh, Jim …” she gasped, knowing that he was satisfying himself in her, and thrilled that he was.
They stood here in each other’s arms, with his penis fully in her vagina and being nakedly loving in a way which felt so good and so wonderful to do as mother and son. This was so unbelievable to experience and so easy to understand why, even if something seldom discussed, was not uncommon. In fact, these days, that was becoming even more common for divorced moms. There really did exist an almost primal urge for a mother and son to be sexually intimate in their natural bond, and as Jim and Carla had discovered and just fulfilled.
They looked at one another without shame or embarrassment. There was no need for that to be sure, as their feelings were quite genuine and so pleasurable to express.
“Oh, mom …” Jim said, catching his breath.
“That was so wonderful,” she told him.
“I … I hope that it’s okay that I came in you,” Jim said, unsure.
“Oh, yes,” Carla assured. “It’s so special for a mother to have her son’s sperm in her.”
She kissed him.
“And now let’s go into the bedroom and do it again,” Carla said.