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Though both of us had been divorced nearly two years now, we seemed to have very different approaches to our life style paths. Megan, having not had c***dren, had been dating regularly since she had, as she put it, found her freedom. I, on the other hand, devoted my time to raising my eighteen year old son Ryan. I suppose my focus on his up bringing was to compensate for his fathers complete absence but it also filled a void in my life that for several years, lacked any sincere company of a man. Megan and I met during yoga class six or so months back and became good friends. I lived vicariously through her tales of conquest of the twenty something companions to her thirty six year old desires. I was only one year older than she, but since I had a son almost half her age, I never considered the younger men she dated anything other than boys. But since we'd become friends, I found myself looking at younger men differently. I found myself fanaticizing about there young muscular bodies. I even found myself looking a little too closely at my son's friends from his swim team while dropping him off or picking him up from their practices. Over the past several months, Megan and I would plan on meeting up a few hours after our workout to grab a bite to eat and, if she had a date planned, we would drop by an exclusive local lingerie shop so she could prepare for her evening with a special purchase. It was during one of these afternoons that I had what turned out to be a dramatic sexual awakening. During lunch, she described in detail her current boy toy and the insatiable sexual attraction they had for each other. She had always talked generally about her dates with these younger men but today was very different. As we sat in our booth, she described how they touched and tasted each other. As she went on about their exploits, she became more descriptive and I became more excited. I could see her face flush with color. At one point, in a hushed tone, she created for me an image of his cock, its length, its hardness and especially its girth. She talked about how it always felt like it would tear her open no matter how wet she was when he first entered her. Her voice sounded raspy as she talked of how he would begin with meticulous slow thrusts causing her to cum then double the pace before her orgasm had subsided and she would come again almost immediately but with much more intensity. She seemed beside herself talking about his cock and how she craved it constantly. And tonight, despite her trepidation due to his size, she was going to surprise him by letting him fuck her in the ass. I was mesmerized by our conversation. I listened intently, my body involuntarily reacting to the visual of him slowly penetrating Megan's perfect ass. I could feel the heat and moisture between my legs. It had been so long since I had had a man inside me and I had never experienced anal sex. This picture she had painted made me dizzy with desire. "Ashley, are you still with me?" Megan's question snapped me out my trance. "Come on silly, we've got some shopping to do!" We spent the next hour at the lingerie shop browsing the racks and shelves. Megan picked out three stunningly sexy bra and panty sets but couldn't decide on which one would just right for tonight. At her encouragement, I picked out three for myself. "Look Ashley, I know you say you don't have time for men in your life what with trying to get Ryan off to college next year, but, you should always be prepared." With that, we retired to the changing rooms to try to decide on our final purchases. Each in our own small booth, we stripped out of our clothes, bras and panties. I slipped into a pale blue bra that was a combination of sheer and lace. I put on the matching panties and turned to the full length mirror. Having had only one c***d when I was twenty and hundreds of hours in the gym since had proven to be successful. I tried to assess my body objectively as I glanced over its full length. My C cup breasts still turned slightly upward accentuated by my light brown half dollar sized full nipples that could clearly be seen through the sexy fabric of the bra. My defined stomach was flat over the low waist band above the tiny triangle of the panties that barely concealed my manicured pussy hair. I paused for a moment, looking at the contour of my lips under the fabric, sheer and framed by delicate lace. I wondered why, after not being seen naked by a man for years, I still took the time to prepare for sex I was not having. The thought occurred to me, Megan is right, 'you should always be prepared.' I tried on the other two bras and panties and they were all equally sexy. Between each change, I couldn't help myself. With each new outfit, I had reached between my thighs and lightly touched myself, sending shivers through my body. Still wet from our lunch conversation, I dared for a brief moment to slide a finger into my pussy. I nearly toppled as, for a moment, I completely lost my breath. I hurriedly dressed and came out of the booth to find that Megan was still in her booth and undecided. I managed to generate a somewhat normal tone of voice and asked through the door, "How's it going in there?" The door opened a crack and Megan peeked out and said, "I can't seem to make a decision. I'm stuck on a couple. Maybe you can help me decide." With that, she opened the door a little wider, stuck her head out a bit, looked around the store and then said, "Quick, come inside with me." I stepped into the now cramped changing booth, and she reached around me and shut and latched the door. She stepped back as far as she could to show me the black and burgundy floral bra and boy pants set she had on. Like the choices I had made, the sheer fabric left just enough to the imagination. Her nipples, just smaller and a little darker than mine, pushed outward seductively. The see through boy pant style panties looked as if they had been air brushed to her skin using semi transparent paint. I had seen Megan a hundred times in tight workout clothes but never in something that was designed purely for seduction. I'm not sure if it was my own brief caresses in the other booth or the lunch time conversation, but again I became both mesmerized and dizzy all at once. I managed a hushed and husky, "it's, beautiful..." "Before you form an opinion, let me show you the other." She quickly unclasped the bra and let it drop gracefully into her hands. Without the experience of c***d birth, Megan's breasts seemed to defy gravity. Her full B size cup tits pointed up and out slightly and were enhanced by a faint tan line. I felt another rush between my legs and felt an equal rush of embarrassment. She seemed not to notice as she slid the next bra option, a beautiful black and turquoise selection, over her shoulders and reached behind to clasp it. The bra did nothing more than cup the under side of her tits and her nipples which now seemed to be full engorged and taunting. As she completed the task, she caught my eyes. For just a moment, I thought I saw a touch of flirtation and I looked away. She turned away from me in our tight quarters, then again gracefully, slid down the black and burgundy panties and stepped out of them. She stood upright and though she had her back to me, I could see her full length in the wall mounted mirror in front of her. I was so taken up in the circumstances of the moment, I quietly blurted out, "oh my god, you're totally shaved!" She looked at me in the mirrors reflection, and smiled almost wickedly. "It's what the young guys like." She said, as I detected the same husky tone in her voice that had just encompassed my previous words. She slowly turned to face me again, her body essentially naked except of the bra that continued to push her nipples at me provocatively. "The first time I did it, I thought, this is too weird. But I realized, it feels wonderfully soft and, well very, very sexy." She paused for just second as I glanced down again at her fully exposed pussy. She was right, it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen on a women. I caught myself staring as her stomach, hips and beautiful pussy. It was so clean, so smooth and...so exposed! I was then stunned when she spoke again, "do you want to feel?" At first I thought I hadn't heard right. I looked back up and our eyes locked. We were standing no more than a foot apart. She repeated herself, "would you like to feel it?" With that, she softly but firmly took my wrist and pulled my hand between her legs. The palm of my hand rested on her hot, smooth, hairless mound. I was totally speechless. As soon as my hand cupped her pussy, her eyes fluttered momentarily and she uttered an almost inaudible and breathy "ohhh." I was frozen like a mannequin. My heart was racing and I was uncontrollably excited. I was surprised that I did not pull my hand back but rather stood amazed at her heat in the palm of my hand. I had never even thought about touching a woman before today and yet, here I was, with my hand over the pussy of one of the most beautiful women I've ever known and completely flushed with desire. Megan must have sensed this or was perhaps experiencing the same overwhelming sensations because I was astonished by what happened next. She released my wrist and cupped her hand over mine. Again an "ohhh" escaped her, riding lightly on her breath. She pulled my hand tighter to her. To my shock, my middle finger, covered by hers, slipped effortlessly between her lips as they began to part. There for a moment my finger tip touched lightly on the wet opening between her beautifully shaven lips. Suddenly, without warning, she used her own finger to plunge both deep inside her cunt. A stifled "oh my god" escaped her mouth as I felt the walls of her pussy involuntarily contract around our combined penetration. "Oh my fucking god, she's actually cumming on my hand...both our hands!" I thought feverishly to myself. I was beside myself with desire so when her weakened legs caused her to lean forward, we kissed passionately, her tongue sliding hungrily over mine. Her hand still over mine, our fingers still fully inside her, she began to work her finger over mine, probing the depths of her pussy, guiding my finger until it found her g spot. This time it was my turn to quietly exclaim, "oh my god!" Together we massaged her inner pussy walls at a quickening pace. The palm of my hand trapped under hers, pushing firmly on her clit. Again her stifled whispers, "again, again...oh...oh fuck...oh my god!" Her face in my neck, her nipples pushing against my skin through my blouse, we grasped each other as she came a second time. I stood outside the booth while Megan dressed, reeling from what had just happened. It took a little while, probably just to compose herself as well, before emerging from the changing booth turned sex closet. When she came out, there was no sign of our encounter in her demeanor except for the slightly wicked glance she threw me as we walked from the rear of the store to the checkout counter. I was in no condition to make rational decisions so when we reached the checkout, I placed all three of the sets I had tried on the counter and said in a voice that didn't sound like my own, "I'll take them all," sadly knowing full well, I have no one to show them to. As we left the store, Megan leaned in and whispered naughtily to me, "next time, we'll do lunch at my house." Then, after a pause, "Oh and...sorry to leave you hanging, but I've got a date to get cleaned up for...next time it'll be your turn." I felt myself blush at the thought but it did not help to alleviate my unfulfilled desires. * * * When Ashley returned home, her mind was in a fog and her body felt like it was on fire. The drive hadn't settled her at all. In fact, when she was free of traffic, she would take the opportunity pull her skirt up and rub herself through her panties but she couldn't manage to steal enough time to finish the job before someone would pull up along side her. At one point, she thought. "Oh fuck it, I'm so worked up I don't care if anyone sees me. I need some relief!" But the drive was relatively short in spite of how unbelievably wet she was, she decided to hang on until she got home to finish the job. When she walked in through the kitchen door she was taken by surprise to see her eighteen year old son Ryan standing in the middle of the room in only his gym shorts. He stood well over six feet tall now and his body, lean from four hours a day of swim training, was glistening with sweat from a run he had just returned from. She stood frozen for a moment, still engulfed in the sexual haze that surrounded her as she stared at his young toned physique. "Hey mom, you okay? You've got a funny look on your face." Ashley stood transfixed and embarrassed for the second time today as she caught herself looking at her own son the same way she had looked at Megan just an hour or so earlier, half nude in the store changing booth. And again, her pussy, hot and moist, ached for an orgasm to relieve the pent up sexual energy that was fueling her thoughts. "This is absolutely crazy!" she thought, "I'm must be losing my mind!" "What's in the bag mom?" asked Ryan. "What..? Oh, this? Megan and I went shopping after lunch today." Instantly she was hit with a bolt of electricity in the form of the memory of her finger deep inside Megan's cunt as she came the second time while their bodies were pressed together. Ashley's condition worsened. The dizziness she felt with Megan when she first lay eyes on that clean shaven pussy had returned ten fold. Her knees felt shaky beneath her mere one hundred and five pound toned frame. Her thoughts were clouded by carnal desire, for no one in particular, but the desire was profoundly intense. "We...I mean, I picked up some special things." Pure a****l instinct was driving her process for reason now. "What kind of things?" Ryan continued. This is when, through pure lust, Ashley turned a corner that would change her life for ever. Ashley's mind was on fire with snapshots of the afternoon; her standing in front of the mirror in the enticing bra and panties, touching herself, seeing Megan's pussy in the reflection of the mirror, Megan forcing her to touch her and then finger fuck her to two insane orgasms, rubbing herself on the ride home, all culminating in her standing before her glistening and muscular son. She took a slow but deliberate step toward the kitchen table and set the bag of sensual lingerie on top of it. Ryan watched her as she looked at him in a way he had never experienced and couldn't at this point, understand. She was flush with color, radiating really. She looked down into the bag and said, "The kind of things a woman buys when she wants man to notice her. Do you want to see?" "Sure, I guess." He replied. But Ryan was anything but sure. His mom was acting so strange but at the same time, she didn't seem ill. In fact, she looked good...great. He couldn't put his finger on it but there was definitely something different about her today, right now. "He wants to know what's in the bag. I'll show him...a show it shall be." Ashley thought demonically to herself. She reached into the bag and pulled out three delicately folded bundles of tissue paper. Her heart continued to race. She couldn't imagine what is was that gave her such a thrill but the thought of showing her son her sexy new lingerie was winding her up again to another level of desire. She thought some what reasonably, "What's the harm in showing him. It's not like I'm wearing them. And, so what if I tease him a little, what can come of it?" As she leaned forward to display the purchases to him, she unconsciously pressed her neglected pussy into the edge of a chair and she nearly came right there. She slowly un-wrapped each bundle, hands slightly trembling, glancing occasionally at Ryan's expression to see if these tiny pieces of sexual wear had any affect on him. As she slowly laid out each of the three pairs bra and panties on the table, he looked on with fascination. Each one looked sexier and more revealing than the previous; as she positioned them just on the table. She could see he was processing this show in a manner that was also purely on instinct. She noticed his eyes sort of glazed and she thought with a subconscious tingle that she could detect the beginning of a slight bulge in his gym shorts. Or was she imagining this because of the state she was in. She didn't care as she looked up at him and asked, "What do you think? Do you like them?" "Well, yeah, I guess." He replied in a quiet voice. "The problem is," and she paused as if to give herself a last chance out of this situation, "I bought them but really don't have anyone so share them with. They are so beautiful and feel so good to wear but, well, as you know, I haven't seen anyone since your father left us... So maybe I made a mistake in buying them when nobody will get to see me wear them anyway." Ashley finished this with a bit of a pout. She let her eyes lock on Ryan's longer than appropriate but she knew she was well past appropriate now. It reminded her of the way Megan first looked at her in the changing booth. Her little show was fuel on a fire already burning out of control between her legs. Her panties were soaked and her nipples were so hard that the thin fabric of her blouse was extended even though she was wearing a bra. As she explained her dilemma to her son, she noticed he was not looking at her but down at her tits where her nipples were beckoning him as Megan's had done to her earlier. That image again flashed in her mind. She knew she was out of control but there was no stopping this now. This time, she was not imagining things; Ryan was beginning to get hard. He was void of words but he was getting aroused and he didn't seem as though he thought he had to hide it. He scanned the table again, taking it all in. He had never seen this kind of lingerie in person and that fact that his mother was showing it to him didn't seem to freak him out either. What it did do was spark his unharnessed teenaged hormones. He stood there looking at a table full of panties with his mother showing them off to him. She went on about not having anyone to wear them for and in an instant; a fantasy sprang into his mind. The vision of his mom, with her smokin' body as his swim buddies would say out loud to get him riled up, wearing any and all of these sexy panties and bras, now filled his head. On top of that, when he looked up from the table at her, he could see that her nipples were rock hard. Physically, he dared not move but that did not change what was happening in his shorts. His cock was responding as it so often did these days. He could feel the weight of it as it began to fill with bl**d. He was getting hard for his own mother! Ashley had just finished saying she may have made the mistake of buying the lingerie when she stepped off the cliff and said, "Unless, you want me to wear them for you?" It wasn't a question at this point. For her it was a f***eful suggestion, an offer that could only be answered with a yes. She drove the point home with "You know, I'll model them for you and you can tell me what you think." She said, her mind spinning out of control now. Ryan finally looked up into her eyes and could feel what she was feeling. She didn't give him time to answer when she scooped up all the garments and glided out of the room. "Go sit on the couch in the living room and I will be right back." She called out as she almost ran up the stairs. It was then that Ryan became fully aware of the situation. Here he was standing in the kitchen with a raging hard on, a hard on for his mother! And she was the cause of it. Not accidentally like when he would occasionally see her changing or when he would get a flash of an unintentionally exposed nipple. No, she was going to willingly model lingerie for him, the type that he had only ever seen on porn sites. He settled onto the couch and waited. Meanwhile, Ashley was in the master bedroom stripping down out of her clothes. She removed her bra and admired her hard nipples in the full length mirror. She was light headed with sexual arousal. She let her skirt drop to the ground and ran her hands over her flat stomach, fingers under the elastic band of her wet panties and watched her reflection as she slide her panties to the floor. As before, she couldn't resist the temptation and slowly and deliberately slipped one finger into her dripping cunt. "Oh my fucking god, I'm going to explode! Just a quick show then I will take care of myself" she spoke quietly. She pulled her finger out and allowed it to run lightly over her engorged clit. She steadied herself at the edge of the bed, took a breath and picked up the pale blue bra and panties she had first admired herself in at the store and slipped them on. She picked out some high heals and glided from the bedroom to the stairway. As she descended the stair, she realized that this was so wrong but told herself she would only tease Ryan with the lingerie show. Her goal was to enjoy her purchases as much as possible if only to justify the expense. Later she would take a long bath as she had over many years and bring herself to as many exhaustive orgasms as she wanted with the events of the day fresh in her mind. She stepped into the living room and walked sensually in front of the couch that her son occupied. She could see his a****l lust ignite as she entered the room. She did her best runway imitation. Her entire body tingled with excitement and her pussy ached like she had never felt before. She hadn't been this aroused in years...if ever in her life. Ryan moved to the edge of the couch and was transfixed. There was no hiding his reaction to his mom in the see through bra and panties. Her nipples were big and hard. He could tell from the way they strained in the bra that she had what the call on the internet, puffy nipples. And he loved them. He watched as she, in slow sexy motions, turned on her heals a number of times showing him all sides of her body, barely covered in sheer and lacy material. The thong back showed off her ass, an unreal ass. She turned slowly again and stood five feet in front of him, hands on her waist, almost thrusting her pussy forward for him to inspect. He could see the perfectly trimmed bush and the soft folds of her lips. This was insane and he didn't care. His cock was so hard now it was pushing and pulsating upward against the nylon of his shorts. Ashley gave him a wink as she stood before him, hands on her hips pushing her womanhood toward his face. "What do you think sweetie?" "Do you like them?" It was a rhetorical question since she could clearly see his erection. He sat on the edge of the couch, the legs of his shorts just above his knees and hanging loosely but she could see that his cock was full hard and pushing skyward. He tried to mask this with his elbows on his knees but she could see that he was fully erect, there was far too much to hide. And this excited her beyond words. She didn't wait for an answer, she pranced back upstairs and slipped out of the pale blue and put on the sheer white with pink accents. She looked in the mirror before returning to the living room. You could see her pussy clearly through this pair and it aroused her even more. The bra had the same effect with no guess work to the size and color of her protruding nipples. When she returned to the living room to continue her teasing ways, Ryan had not moved. This time as she showed off her body clad in clothing built for sex, she noticed he was no longer trying to conceal his rock hard cock. He had sat back into the couch and spread his legs slightly. Ashley had her back to him and was coyly looking over her should when she realized with a start that he had begun to stroke himself through his shorts. She could clearly see the contour of his cock now and she figured with a slight gasp that it must me at least 9 inches long and thick. She turned her head away from him processing this and with only a slight hesitation, she spread her high heels apart and bent over provocatively. The sheer fabric of the boy pant panties pulled tight over her ass and pussy lips. She almost passed out from her own brazen action but she was overcome by lust and could not help herself as she ran her hands up the inside of her legs and brought them together over her ass and pussy. Then, sliding one hand back down a leg, the other moved from the top of her ass crack down to her pussy lips, and with just a couple fingers, tracing its length, shivering visibly and then standing, again coyly looking over her shoulder and turning slightly to her cock stroking son. This time, she ran her hand up her waist and cupped her tit and slowly pulled her fingers over her nipple and pulled outward pinching the puffing nipple and fabric together. Ryan responded by increasing his rhythm of his strokes. "Fuck mom, you are so hot, you're going to make me come!" he managed in a horse exclamation. She gave in to the fact that she had completely lost her mind. This little lingerie show had, in the blink of an eye, turned into a stripper show...for her son! Neither this thought nor his comment slowed her at all. It ignited her. With less than full command of reasoning now, she faced him. She paused for moment while she watched her son stroke the full length of his cock through his shorts. As she had in the mirror twice today, she ran her hands across her flat stomach. She slid her fingertips inside the waist band of the white see though panties and whispered just loud enough for him to hear, "Take it out...show me..." Ashley heard herself say is but could not believe it came out of her mouth. But when Ryan hooked the waist of his shorts with his thumbs and in one quick motion, pulled his shorts to the floor, she knew she had. She gazed at his huge hard cock, the head glistening with pre-cum. Ashley hadn't seen a cock in over three years. She and her husband had stopped having sex long before he had departed. Now, she was hypnotized by her son jerking off to her, showing her his enormous cock, now talking dirty to her. "Oh mom, your body is insane! Keep dancing, you're so fucking hot. I swear I'm gonna cum! Oh, touch yourself mom, touch yourself!" She, without thought, slipped her right hand inside her panties and slowly, sensually continued down between her legs. She pushed her hips toward him and slid her hand over her pussy, cupping it as she had Megan's this very afternoon. He could see every movement of her fingers through the thin panties. He watched in awe as she inserted her middle finger into her cunt and began to stroke the depths of her pussy. For Ashley, that was it, she had barely slid her finger into her soaking hole when she was overcome by a wave of orgasm. She sank to her knees on the floor in front of him, legs still wide, and finger still deep inside her cunt, contractions still grasping at her. As she opened her eyes and tried to focus she looked forward and witnessed a torrent of cum stream in ropes from her son's cock. "Fuck mom!..fuck!" He was lying back on the couch and his cum completely covered his stomach and chest. Ashley, overcome by the sight, thrust a second finger into her wetness and came again. "Oh fuck!..oh my god, oh fuck!!!" This initial round did not quench the lust in the room. She had originally thought that she would not model the last bra and panty set she bought. Ashley had been so taken by the sheer black and turquoise selection demi-bra and boy pant panties that Megan was wearing when she finger fucked her, she bought a set for herself. Even with the whirlwind of lust controlling her every action, she thought that these, with the half bra, might be just too much exposure, for both of them. However, having just watched her son shoot his load while she teased them both into cumming, she decided she would show him. She needed to show him. They were both craving more. Ashley thought "fuck it, I bought all three, I'm going to show him all three. I'm going to finish the show." "Why don't you clean up baby, I'll be back in a few minutes for the grand finale!" With that, she made it up the stairs on wobbly legs and made a decision on the way. She walked directly into her bathroom and stripped off the soaking wet white panties and bra. She sat on the edge of the tub still trembling from her orgasm and the continued excitement and ran the warm water. She proceeded to carefully and completely shave her pussy. The sensation was completely erotic to her and during the whole process, she found herself overwelmed with a craving for her own son's cock. Not just to look at it or watch Ryan jerk himself off while watching her, but to actually touch it, taste it, have it deep inside her. She caught herself again in a fog of lust and was able reign it in. "I cant, he's my son." She once again repeated out loud. She walked back to the bedroom and looked into the mirror a one last time to admire her clean shaven body. She ran her hands over her freshly shaved and moisturized pussy. Megan was so right, it felt so sexy. It felt nasty. And again she could feel the rush of moisture between her legs. She slipped on the bra and loved how it cradled her tits and made her exposed nipples puff out even more than ever. The sheer panties barely hid her freshly shaven pussy. Her body was alive with sexual desire but she thought one last time..."just a tease, just a show." When she returned to the living room, Ryan was back on the couch, clean and completely naked. What hadn't changed was his cock. It was still hard as before if not more so from Ashley's estimation. She again could not break away from staring directly at it. "What a magnificent body." Ashley thought with a rush. While she stared longingly at his member, Ryan could not look away from his mother's tits, calling out to him over the delicate material of the bra. She stood before him again. This time she stood very close, too close. She was acutely aware that her nipples were completely exposed and so swollen that she could feel the skin on her tits stretching to contain them. Ryan was stroking himself again, his cock huge and glistening again at the tip. Ashley began to dance. This time she was all about the sex show. She pulled at her nipples while her son watched on, his cock in his hands. They were moving in sync. She caressed her entire body sensually. Ryan noticed through the ultra thin material that his mom's perfectly groomed bush was gone! This realization made him gasp. Watching his gaze she said, "I shaved it for you baby. Do you like it?" "Fuck mom, you're so hot! Let me see it!" She was grinding close to him now. And she couldn't resist, like Megan, she turned, bent over and gracefully slipped the panties off. She paused for second, bending inches from her son, her pussy within his reach. The image of him, inches from her wetness with his cock in his hand nearly made her cum again. She turned back to her son, her pussy only inches from his face. She knew everything about this, everything that had lead up to this point, was totally wrong. Oh so wrong. But she was fully consumed with desire. He leaned forward and she continued to dance slowly, sensually, gliding her hands over her pussy, pinching her nipples. It was almost as if she was in a d**g induced state. Everything, every swing of her hips, every caress of her body seemed to be in slow motion. She was breathing hard and shallow, her eyes were fluttering. She focused momentarily and he was standing before her. They were face to face. She snapped out of her trance only to have her son press his mouth to hers. She tried to push away but it was no use. His tongue was moving inside her mouth and his cock was against her belly, coating her with pre-cum. "No Ryan, we can't go this far." He wasn't listening. He bent and sucked one of her beautiful nipples into his mouth. She couldn't help herself at first as she exclaimed "Fuck that's good." Then, again in a fit of sanity, she tried to push him away. Ryan responded by moving his hands from her tits, one to where her bra clasped together the other just below her ass and in one effortless movement, lifted her off the ground. She gasped and struggled to get free but she was no match for him. She thought, "I've gone too far, what was I thinking, this can't happen!!" In the instant she thought this, she felt his cock, now suspended at a forty five degree angle; rest firmly between her legs and against her cunt. She struggled to free herself again but her efforts only caused her to sit more firmly on his rock hard member sending shock waves through her. Her pussy was on fire with the need for him to be inside her. As if he read her mind, he lifted her slightly and the head of his cock spread her lips. The sensation was almost crippling. She managed another weak plea, "Oh god, Ryan, no! We can't, we can't do this. You're my son!" And with that, he lowered her down on his shaft, spreading her beyond what she had ever experienced before. "Oh god!!! Oh Fuck! No!" And with that she locked her legs around his waist and he buried his 9 inch cock deep inside her pussy. Ashley cried out loud with both pleasure and pain as she processed the fact that her own son had just penetrated her soaking wet pussy, and it felt spectacular. She couldn't help herself as her body involuntarily began to rock. She moved her pelvis on her son's huge dick. Her nipples were pressed into his chest and his full size now buried deep within her was almost keeping her from breathing. The first orgasm hit her like a bolt of lighting. She bucked uncontrollably on his cock reminding her of how deep inside her his 9 inches was. But the waves of orgasm would not stop. While she continued to move rhythmically in the wake of her thunderous orgasm, he withdrew from her pussy, still rock hard. Ashley was still spinning from what had just happened to her. But before she could mentally regroup, Ryan turned her around and d****d her over the back of the couch. She was still racked with lust and decided that she still wanted his cock inside her. "Fuck it, it was done now." She resigned to herself. With that, looking over her shoulder at him, she gave in completely, "Fuck me in the ass baby." She reached between her legs and grabbed the massive head of his cock. She guided him briefly back into her sopping pussy to moisten the head of his dick then to her tiny asshole. With firm steady pressure, he pushed in. Reluctantly, her puckered hole gave way and she let out a scream. "Oh my fucking god, that feels so fucking good!" Ryan worked away, pounding her ass while she fingered her cunt into one orgasm after another. Then, without any warning, he pulled his pulsing cock from her ass, spun her around and pushed his wet rock hard dick to her lips. She thought to fight it but now he commanded, "suck it mom, suck my cock, swallow my cum!" She strained to get the head in her mouth but did. She worked his cock with her mouth and his enourmous balls and hardened shaft with one hand while her free hand still satifying her need for more pleasure. She could taste all of herself as he plunged in and out of her mouth. He bucked hard with the first stream of cum. It was much more than she expected and it didn't subside. Six then seven convulsions, maybe more, she lost count as huge blasts of cum filled then refilling her mouth. Ashley thought she never had so much cum in her mouth, ever. She did her best to swallow it all but much of it spilled over as she worked the head of her son's dick, pulling every last drop from him. Fingering herself the whole time, cum running down her chin, dripping off her huge nipples, she came again and then collapsed still trying to hold on to her son's magnificent member. As Ashley dosed off that night in her own bed, her son pulled tight to her and her stroking his huge cock gently, she thought, Megan was right, you should always be prepared. I'll have to share this with her next time we have lunch.