I was in bed watching the Olympics; is it just me or isthere way too much weird stuff on boards, not to mention shuffleboard on ice, and not enough figure skating? Chad came in wearing different pajamas from last night. Those were in the laundry hamper, these were plaid, a Christmas present from his dad, who’s Scottish if you go back 150 years. It was about 10 pm. We hadn’t talked about last night. I certainly didn’t know what to say. You can’t tell your sixteen year old son he’s a great lover like you would any other guy, but then you can’t tell him anything different, either. And I couldn’t imagine him bringing it up, he’s much too shy, especially about sex. “Mom,” he said, “about last night.” “Yes, honey, I know, we got carried away and we shouldn’t have and it’s nothing to be ashamed about, but we probably . . . “ “Mom, I’m really horny.” Well then. I’d been thinking all day about how to deal with this and now here it was, except not how I’d imagined. While I organized my thoughts into how to explain the differences between love and lust, between sex and romance, between cuddling and fucking, Chad walked up to the bed and unsnapped his pajamas. His cock sprang out. He shrugged his jammy bottoms to the floor. “Mom, please?” I sighed, not least because I was horny, too. But I had planned a normal night of masturbating while my husband was out of town, not this. I’m sure there was a right answer and I had no escort idea what it was. I pulled the covers aside and scooted over. At least I had on my bra and panties. “Lie down, honey, let me think.” He took off his top and lay on his back, his hard cock pointed at his chin. He looked eager, defenseless, needy. Sex with my son last night was, so far, just a one-time thing. You can do anything once. I’d been fucked in the ass once and while I didn’t hate it, but there was no second time. I’d once eaten Wendy’s pussy when I was a college freshman. That was great. We did it again and again. More than once can become lots and lots. “Chad,” I said, “you can’t just come in here every time you’re horny. Among other things, your father will be home tomorrow night and, well, he wouldn’t understand. He might forgive me, but he’d kill you.” As if I did understand. And he’d probably kill us both, or at least he’d pout for a really long time. I pulled my son’s hand down to my crotch. “But I want lots of kisses. Women need kisses.” I sometimes thought that if my husband would kiss my like he used to, I wouldn’t really mind that he hardly ever fucked me anymore. I have toys for fucking, but nothing for kissing. “Touch me through my panties. Be gentle. Rub the crack there with your finger. Now kiss me.” When his lips touched mine, I put a hand behind his head and held it. Opening my mouth, I pushed my tongue between bayan escort his lips. His teeth blocked me for a second, then he let me in and he crushed his lips against mine. Our tongues touched and I shivered. His hand had stopped moving, so I put my hand over his and guided his fingers. I pushed his finger an inch into my hole, about as far as it would go with my panties on, and I moved it around. I love the feel of silk on my clitty. I finally broke our kiss with a gasp. “There, honey, there, near the top. Yes, right there, use the middle of your finger and push the tip back inside . . . wait . . .” I led his finger through the leg hole and pulled it inside me, keeping my fingers over his, and we masturbated me together. “Push your finger in deeper, Chad,” I said. “As deep as you can. And move it inside. Yes, like that, keep the top of your palm firm against me . . . there! Yes, like that!” I was breathing faster now and my grammar probably wasn’t as good as what I just wrote. I pulled off my bra. My boobs bounced with happy freedom. My lips touched his again and he kissed me back, his tongue deep in my mouth. I could hear my pussy slurp at his finger. “Honey,” I said, wondering if I was asking too much, “suck on my nipple while you do that with your hand.” As he moved into position, his hard cock pressed into my hip and I felt a little wetness… pre-cum, I assumed. He couldn’t have already escort bayan come, could he? His mouth found my nipple and he licked below it, just like he learned last night! I felt a second finger inside me and my nipple being sucked. I pushed my cunt back against his hand and his fingers curled inside me. “Faster, baby,” I said, and as much as I was interested in teaching my son, I put my hand over his and rubbed it in circles over my clitty. I’d become the needy one. My son put a finger back in my cunt and I added one of mine. Our two fingers fucked me at different speeds and in different directions. My hand never stopped rubbing my clitty. “Oh, yeah, oh yeah OH YEAH!” I cried out. I squeezed our hands between my legs… and kept squeezing. My body shook for those seconds where nothing else exists, not even time. “Mom?” he asked. “Give me a minute, baby.” Flat on my back, I discovered one of my legs between Chad’s. He was on his side. I rubbed the smooth skin of his chest and his too-skinny stomach. I touched the sensitive underside of the tip of his cock and he lurched on top of me and his cock poked at my panties. They were probably already destroyed, but I asked him to stop for a second. “Pull my panties off, honey, and this will go easier.” As soon as my panties cleared my feet, I spread my legs and Chad lunged on top of me, landing on his knees and elbows. His cock skittered near my hole. Just before I reached down to steer it inside me, I felt it hit my cervix, he’d somehow found his own way in. I squeezed my legs closer together and wrapped my arms around him. “Kiss me while you fuck me, baby.” I never talked like that to my husband.