My First Time Sex with My Son

"John, would you come here, please," I asked? "I need you."

With him having never seen me naked in my bathtub, he was about to see me naked again now. He entered the bathroom with me sitting in the tub surrounded by bubbles. Yet, with so many bubbles, too many bubbles to see me naked, he couldn't see anything.

"Would you be a dear and massage my shoulders," I asked him while hoping that he would stay long enough, and the bubbles would dissipate enough to show him my naked breasts?

Obediently obeying me, he pulled up a stool and gently massaged my shoulders. His big hands felt good on my sore muscles. He undid the knots in my back.

"It would be better, mom, if I gave you a massage after you had your bath. I'll get oil and a towel. Meet me in your bedroom after you've dried yourself," he said.

Having never asked him to give me a massage before, I hoped that this would lead to more than just him soothing my aching muscles. I remembered seeing a movie with Mimi Rogers as Nina receiving a naked massage from Bryan Brown as Fitch in Full Body Massage. In the way that they had hot sex in the movie, I hoped that his massage would finally lead to mother and son sex.

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As soon as I entered my bedroom, I moved face down on my bed. I undid my towel. With him there waiting for me, he moved the top of my towel down to just above my naked ass. Then, he raised my towel just beneath the back of my naked pussy. I spread my legs so that if he moved to the end of the bed and squatted down, he'd see his mother's glistening wet, naked cunt.

As soon as he put oil on my back and rubbed it in, my nipples were already as hard as they were erect. The more that he rubbed my back and my shoulders, the wetter my pussy grew, and the more that I was his. Then, when he felt the sides of my big breasts, I wished he'd cup my big tits and finger my erect nipples. While waiting for him to massage my naked breasts while pinching, pulling, turning, and twisting my erect nipples, he didn't.

Then, when he put oil on my legs, he rubbed that in, too. Moving his hand higher, silently, and secretly daring him to massage my naked ass, he surprised me when he did. I couldn't believe it when he lifted the back of my towel higher to expose my naked ass and the back of my red trimmed, glistening wet pussy. He applied oil to my naked ass cheeks and massaged them both. His hands felt so good on me.

He continued to massage the tops of my thighs. When he continued to move his hands higher and slower, the back of his big hands came in contact with my pussy. Hoping that he'd give me a massage with a happy ending, I wanted him to rub my clit. I wanted him to finger fuck me. I wanted him to press my G spot. Needing to cum, I wanted my son to masturbate me.

Only, he did something that surprised me. Something so unexpected, he started massaging my feet, first one and then the other. Then, as if there was a magic button behind my toes and above my arch, he pressed my feet with his thumbs. As soon as he did, as if he pressed my G spot, I have never been as sexually aroused as I was then. As if I was about to cum, he made me so wet.

It was then that I remembered the conversation between Samuel L. Jackson as Jules Winnfield with John Travolta as Vincent Vega in Pulp Fiction about saying that a foot massage wasn't sexual. Jules admitted that he massaged his mother's feet all of the time. Vincent insisted that foot massages, indeed, were sensuously thrilling as they were sexual for women. While Jules claimed that they were just a foot massage and that there was nothing sexual about them.

After John nearly made me cum from massaging my feet, I agree with Vincent Vega and humbly beg to differ with Jules. Massaging a woman's feet is, indeed, sensuous as it is sexual. My son made me cum just by massaging my feet.

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As soon as John massaged my feet, my pussy was dripping wet. Never have I been as aroused as I was now. Instead of having him finish his massage, I asked him to leave.

"Thank you, John. That's enough," I said. "Please close the door behind you."

Only, instead of going to his room, he listened at my bedroom door. Then, as soon as he heard my vibrator and heard me moaning, he burst open my bedroom door without knocking. I looked up at him as he walked towards me.

He was naked. He had a huge erection. I couldn't believe that we were about to have sex again. I couldn't believe that he wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with him.

"Do you need a finger, a tongue, or a cock mother," he asked?

Not waiting for me to answer, he climbed in bed with me. Instead of mounting me, he moved between my shapely legs and made himself comfortable. He fingered my pussy while licking my cunt. He continued fingering me while licking me. Not taking me long to cum, I had the best orgasm of my life.

"John! John! Oh, my God, John! Don't stop fingering me. Don't stop licking me. Don't stop finger fucking mommy. Rub my clit harder. Lick me faster. Finger me deeper. I'm cumming, John! I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming," I said.

I closed my eyes, arched my back, and stiffened my legs. As soon as I had my overpowering orgasm, I relaxed while enjoying the afterglow of sex. Then, returning the favor, I moved halfway down the bed. I took him in my hand and stroked him before taking his big dick in my mouth to suck him.

Yet, not wanting him to cum, just yet, I mounted him. I reached down to move his erection to my pussy lips. With a gentle hump, he was inside of me. Then, kissing him, I parted his lips with my tongue and French kissed him. We continued making out.

Finally, humping one another faster and harder, we were fucking. I fucked my son, and he fucked his mother. We continued having sex for the next three years. Never wanting this to end, my son is the love of my life. I don't want to have sex with anyone but him.

"Mommy loves you, John."

He gave me a big smile.

"I love you, mommy," he said.

THE END