[Incest][M/F][Mom/Son]Mom Shares A Room With Virgin Son: Destination Incest 1

“You see, sweetie? This place is just as beautiful as the pictures made it look, you were worried about nothing,” I told my son, Simon, gleefully.

We’d booked a little week-long getaway at a secluded cabin in the woods upstate, and I knew it would be just what both of us needed. I’ve been in a serious funk ever since my asshole ex husband left me-or I suppose us-last year. That asshole left a lot for me to regret, but it was all worth it for my son, I just wished we’d’ had more children. Simon has seemed really low lately, too, and I’ve thought perhaps it has been a delayed reaction to his father leaving.

“Yeah, Mom,” he said with half a smile. “It looks great.”

He would be leaving to go off to college soon, which was still a weird thought for me, and I thought a nice, cozy little vacation with just the two of us would be a fantastic idea. My son was all grown up now, an adult, a man. Almost nineteen years old, and he’d grown into such a handsome young man. He was smart, responsible, thoughtful, everything a mother could want her son to be. And years of basketball practice had him in great shape.

Some of my friends considered themselves real cougars, and they always joked about how my Simon was exactly the type of guy they were looking for. One of them was even pregnant with a twenty-one-year old man’s baby, which was a very exciting thought. The whole cougar scene had never really been my scene, but then again, nothing had been my scene except my husband, and now that I was single, well… Let’s say I could definitely see the appeal of a strapping younger man.

I hugged my son, feeling my arms wrap around his strong biceps and the contours of his chiseled back. He wasn’t some over muscled gym rat, but he was very well toned, and his hard body felt incredible as it pressed up against mine. I could definitely see the potential in a sexy younger man.

“We’re going to have a great time,” I said, as much to reassure him as it was to distract myself.

He nodded at me and started heading towards the back of the cabin. “Yeah, Mom. You bet.”

I sighed and watched him disappear into the back room, wondering why he wouldn’t talk to me about whatever had him so sullen. I was his mother, surely he had to know that I’d be willing to listen to him talk about whatever was bothering him, whether it truly was the problems with his father like I suspected, or anything else.

Making my way to the kitchen, I brought one of the bags of supplies with me, and fished out the bottle of white wine I brought along. Even if it was warm. The kitchen was small, and was really just the back area of the living room, but the cabin really was lovely. Just rustic. The fridge was small, and had no freezer component, so no ice for me. Warm wine it was.

One tepid sip in, Simon stormed into the kitchen with a face like a slapped ass, but my eyes lingered on his puffed out chest, and the outline of his pecs adorning it. “What’s up, honey?” I asked him, trying to temper frustration with patience. Simon was my son and I loved him more than anything in the world, but we’d barely arrived and he seemed to be making no effort to enjoy it.

“Only one bedroom, Mom? Why would you book a cabin with only one room?” He shook his head at me and gestured dramatically with his hands.

I looked at him stunned, and tried to process his words. “I definitely booked a cabin with two rooms, there must have been some kind of mix up… God this is just my luck.”

Simon walked up to join me and grabbed a wine glass. “You mind?” He asked, pointing to the bottle.

I shrugged. “Eh, go for it. We’re on vacation, and it’s already damn stressful.”

Watching him pour his own wine, I took a long sip of mine. Then I pulled my phone from my pocket and checked the time, rolling my eyes at the result. The drive up took much longer than expected.

“Well, it’s pretty late. The reception line is open twenty-four-seven, but I don’t know how quickly they could arrange for us to switch, and I don’t want to be driving around in the dark trying to find another cabin, this one was difficult enough. I say we stick it out tonight, and call them in the morning.”

I knew it wasn’t an ideal scenario, but honestly it seemed like the best I could do. All I wanted was to enjoy some wine and collapse in a comfortable bed. Even if that meant lying next to my son. It’s not like it would be weird or anything, we were family. Although, the significance of the fact that he’d be the first man I’d shared a bed with since my husband was not lost on me.

He huffed and drained his wine. I did the same to mine, and refilled us both.

“Sure. Whatever, I guess.”

We sat in relative silence for a while and sipped on our wine, scrolling on our phones and passing the time. There wasn’t much else to do late at night in a log cabin, but it was nice just to relax and enjoy the sounds of nature instead of car horns and chaos.

“Do you want to play a board game or something?” I asked Si, even though I knew it was hopeless.

He shook his head and huffed. “No thanks, Mom. I think I might just head to bed.”

“Simon,” I called out sternly as he began to walk off. I’d had enough of his attitude, my patience was wearing thin. All I wanted to do was help him, why wouldn’t he let me? “What’s been eating you up, son? You’ve been real grumpy for weeks now. Ever since you graduated, come to think of it.”

He looked at me awkwardly and frowned. “I know. I’m sorry, Mom. I don’t mean to take it out on you, but it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

He stormed off and I sat for a moment feeling defeated and finishing my wine. By the time I’d finished it, I felt more determined. I walked into the bedroom and saw his muscular, bare torso sitting up against the headboard, the blanket only covering his lap.

Then I got real warm. I tried to tell myself it was just the wine, but I knew that wasn’t true. The flushing heat had started deep within me, and it was especially powerful between my legs. There was no way I was actually getting turned on by my own son’s sexy contoured muscles. Just how drunk was I?

I cleared my throat and tried to force my eyes from his abs to his eyes. “It’s not nothing. Clearly. Please just tell me, I only want to help.”

He rolled his eyes at me like a typical eighteen year old does to their mother. “Mom, just drop it, it’s late and I’m tired and I don’t want to argue.”

“No, I won’t drop it. You’re my son and I’m concerned.” I kicked my shoes off, and I didn’t really know why. I wasn’t actually about to start getting changed in front of Simon, was I? I knew that wasn’t appropriate, and yet, I started to pull my sweater off too. “Please just tell me what it is, and then we don’t have to talk about it fully until the morning. How’s that for a compromise?”

He sighed again, but his eyes were much wider now, and they weren’t rolling, they were fixed on a certain point. My chest. At least, that’s what I thought, but maybe the wine was playing tricks on me.

“Simon?” I called out, waiting for an answer instead of him just staring.

His eyes snapped to mine like he’d been caught doing something wrong, and I realized for sure that yes, my son was checking out my tits. That was so naughty, so why did it make me feel so good? And so wet?

“I… I’m a virgin, okay? I’m the last virgin of all my friends,” he rushed out. “We were all supposed to lose it before we went off to college, and I’m the only one who hasn’t. Leah dumped me right before prom, which totally fucked me. Just not how I needed to be fucked.”

I had to giggle at his joke, and suddenly my heart was pounding and my mind was racing. All of my instincts were to take care of my son and all of his problems, whatever he needed. That’s what I’d always done, and as his mother, what I’d always do. No matter what.

“Well there’s still time,” I said, unbuttoning my jeans. “College isn’t for another few weeks, right?”

I saw his eyes follow my jeans down my legs very closely, and then settle on my panties. They were black, and lacy, and if he could see them from behind his eyes would probably pop out of his head with the way my ass swallowed them up.

“No,” he said eventually. “There’s nobody I can… you know. I’ll just be the lame college virgin.”

I walked slowly to the bed. To his side of the bed. “Maybe I can help you, son.”

My pussy throbbed as those words escaped my fantasy and became reality. I actually spoke those words out loud to my son, and there was no taking them back now. He stared at me and swallowed hard, as if he was wondering if he misheard me.

“What, um-” he coughed awkwardly as he stammered. “Mom, what do you mean?”

I sat down on the bed next to him and ran my hand across his solid pecs. Wow. That was the sexiest man I’d touched in forever. Even his father was soft and out of shape, and no man I’d been with before was anywhere near as hot as Simon, my own son.

“I mean that I could help you, son. That’s what a mother is for, isn’t it? To take care of her son’s needs and problems?” My hand moved down his chest, and over each and every well defined muscle of his abs.

Simon shifted in his seat, and I thought I detected a slight twitching in the blanket gathered around his crotch. My own son’s dick could be hard for me, which was an incredibly exhilarating thought. I felt myself getting wetter by the second, and my clit was throbbing as hard as my heart was pounding. Being secluded in the woods, horny and wine drunk, with my sexy, frustrated, virgin son, was truly having an incredible effect on me.

“Mom, what are you…” his voice faded out and his eyes were firmly fixed on my chest now, even more obviously than before. He licked his lips as he stared.

My grin widened, and I knew what I needed to be done next. I hesitantly withdrew my hand from his Adonis-like body, and pulled off my own shirt. His mouth was agape as he stared at my large breasts, now only covered by a lacy, black bra that almost matched my panties. It’s not like I was expecting this, but a girl liked to feel good about herself when going on an exciting vacation.

“Do you like what you see?”

His head immediately bounced up and down wildly. “Yeah, Mom. Those are…”

“These?” I said, grabbing them in my hands, squeezing and bulging the flesh over the cups. “You mean Mommy’s tits? You like Mommy’s tits?”

“Yeah, Mom. Those… Your tits are incredible.”

I reached behind my back. “How about now?” I asked, undoing the clasp and letting the bra fall down slowly.

“Holy shit,” he muttered out, like he couldn’t help it.

I reached out and grabbed his hands. “Touch them,” I said, guiding his palms into place.

The look on his face was more excited than a thousand Christmas mornings. He seemed hesitant at first, until his flesh made contact with mine, and then he took to the activity like a duck to water. His hands squeezed the soft flesh of my breasts, weighing them in his palms and fumbling my nipples between his fingers.

I arched my back to push my tits out towards him, presenting them for his enjoyment and exploration. He took the invitation gladly and dove his head in to start suckling on my hard nipple, nibbling it between his teeth like he was a natural.

“Oh yes, just like that baby,” I moaned out softly, running my fingers through his hair.

He moaned back at me, vibrating my nipple in his mouth as he suckled it and swirled his tongue around it, while his other hand kneaded and massaged my flesh. I pulled him in close, and let my hand roam the strong lines and contours of his youthful, powerful back.

As my arm fell down around his side, I brought my hand in closer and ran it across the front of his body, letting it fall lower and lower, until it was slipping under the blanket. He hesitated for a moment, shocked, but then continued lavishing his tongue upon my sensitive bud. I felt the smooth, trimmed hair of his well groomed body, and then my fingers brushed over the base of his shaft which felt very thick and very hard.

“Oh my,” I whispered. “You’re a big boy, aren’t you baby?”

My fingertips stretched out and explored, gliding along the impressive length of my son’s cock, running up and down, feeling it throb and twitch for me. I stood up, detaching his mouth from my breast, and threw back the blanket that covered him. His cock felt so good, and I needed to see it.

When it was free of its veil, it stood long and hard, proud, the smooth pink head reflecting in the light as a solitary silver bead of precum dripped down its side.

“Wow,” I uttered. It was all I could say, it was all I needed to say.

He smiled at me sheepishly, before letting it spread into a smug grin. “You like it?”

I nodded and bit my lip, my eyes unable to stop gliding up and down the many inches of my son’s beautiful cock. “Yes I certainly do.”

Simon found some more confidence now, and began to slowly rub his hand up and down his thick meat. “You like this big cock?” He asked me.

Fuck it made me so wet to hear him speak like that. That’s all I wanted. My son was a wonderful young man, and I wanted him to have the confidence to believe that. He’d be an absolute sex god by the time I sent him off to college, I’d make sure of it.

I sat back down on the bed, between his legs, and reached out to wrap my fingers around his dick. They struggled to complete a full circle, it was so thick. As I rubbed my hand up and down his cock, I felt a sense of amusement that a man with such a magnificent cock could be so insecure, when so many other inferior men have limitless unfounded confidence.

More of his excitement leaked from the needy tip of his swollen crown, and my fingers massaged it into his head and stroked it over his shaft. “So have you got any experience with girls?” I asked earnestly. I didn’t want to come across as judgmental because I wasn’t, I was just curious.

He shook his head nervously, and closed his eyes as I twisted my circled fingers around his cock head. That’s what I’d figured. The way he stared at me first when I showed him my tits, and then again when I stroked him for the first time, was a look of such wondrous excitement that I knew it meant it must be new for him.

I looked into his beautiful, naive blue eyes as my hand pumped his shaft, and behind those dreamy blue eyes I saw the flickerings of a lust that mirrored my own, which threatened to consume me. We’d opened the door, cracked the seal of the ultimate taboo, and we couldn’t uncross that line. I had no intention of doing anything but charging full speed ahead until the line was a distant speck. I thought back to every comment my friends had made about younger men, and I craved Simon’s cock inside me. I wanted him to fuck me hard, fill me with his cum, and breed my fertile pussy.

“None at all,” he finally said, a weight appearing to lift from his shoulders as he made his confession verbally. “I know I’m a lo-”

“Shhh,” I interrupted him, my hand pumping him faster. “You’re perfect. And you’re my son. It’s okay that you’re a virgin, I kinda like it. But you won’t be for much longer.”

I didn’t wait for him to respond, I wanted him to stew on those words while I opened him up to another brand new experience. An experience I’d been craving too. My head fell forward, aiming straight for his beautiful, smooth cock. My lips met his crown, kissing it at first, and then licking the sensitive spot where the crown meets the shaft. It had always been one of my favorite spots on a cock to tease.

Simon certainly wasn’t immune to it either. He groaned and breathed out heavily as his entire body trembled a moment, then he relaxed and leaned back into the headboard, fully embracing his mother’s lips on his cock.

I pumped it with my hand and moved lower to lick at his balls, then I dragged my tongue slowly up his shaft, and enveloped the tip in my mouth. My lips pushed down slowly, working his sensitivity with my tongue as I moved.

“Oh, fuck, Mom!” He moaned out. “That feels so fucking good.”

I looked up to him with a grin. “You like that baby? You like when Mommy sucks your cock?”

He nodded and smirked, reveling in the filth I was speaking. “Yeah, Mom. Suck that cock real good!” He looked nervous but I could tell he was trying to sound confident, and I completely loved that he was trying to be more bold in this situation. It meant that it was working, that I was helping him.

So for his reward, I did exactly as he asked. My lips returned to his cock, and pushed much lower than his head, taking inch after inch slowly into my mouth. My hand sat at the base of him, stroking his length wherever my mouth didn’t reach. I bobbed up and down, sucking and slurping at my son’s virgin cock as he groaned and intertwined his fingers with my hair, guiding my movements.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath as his crown pressed into the back of my throat.

The naughty boy pushed down on my head, encouraging me to take it deeper, and I was happy to oblige my son’s desires. My lips pressed into my hand, which then dropped to grab his balls so my lips could press down further as I relaxed the muscles in my throat. I took as much of his sizable cock as I could, and my mouth was stretched as wide as it would go to accommodate his girth and his length was hitting deeper than I’d ever managed before.

With a slurpy gagging noise which I was sure he enjoyed, I pulled away from him and gasped in air as I used both hands to pump his shaft, slick with my saliva.

“How was that, baby?” As soon as he started to speak, I pumped his crown with a few rapid strokes, melting his words into a moan laced with a sigh.

“Absolutely fucking mind blowing,” he said when he recovered enough to speak. “But I also want…”

“Tell me, baby. Anything you want, Mommy will do it for you.” My strokes became slower, teasing him, not wanting to push him over the edge too quickly since it was his first time and I knew that was a risk.

“I um…” he breathed in deeply. “I want to taste your pussy.”

I smirked like a Cheshire cat at those words. My ex rarely ever wanted to do that, and I’d come to expect that all men were so selfish, and yet here was my Simon, willing and wanting to pleasure me even though it was his very first sexual experience and I was sure he must be absolutely desperate to cum.

I shuffled off the bed, and tucked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. Turning around to give him a view I knew he’d enjoy, I slowly bent at the waist to show off my plump ass to my son. Perhaps it wasn’t as tight as the ladies he was used to checking out, but I didn’t think he’d mind an extra juicy ass to grab onto.

I began tantalizingly and seductively pulling my panties down as sexily as I knew how, looking over my shoulder at him as I did, and his eyes were glued as his hand trailed up and down his stiff meat. As my panties peeled away from the abundant wetness of my sopping wet pussy, I saw his eyes light up with desire and knew we were both in for a treat.

When my panties were fully off I stepped out of them and turned to face him, letting him see my freshly waxed slit, which I’m sure he could see was sensationally wet for him.

“Lay back down on the bed,” I told him. “Let’s do this the fun way.”

He looked almost puzzled, but he did as I asked, trusting his mother like he should. I climbed up onto the bed, rose to my feet, and walked over his face. He licked his lips and his mouth fell agape as he stared up at my dripping cunt. And then I turned around.

I kept my eyes on the prize, my son’s glorious cock, as I lowered myself until I was on my knees and my pussy hovered mere inches above my son’s face.

“You ready for Mommy’s pussy, Si?”

He huffed out a breath which felt nice and warm against my wet folds. “Yes. Please.”

I sank down, letting my lips meet his. He kissed it softly, and then began licking at it wildly, like he couldn’t get enough.

“Long, slow licks, baby,” I told him. “And don’t forget Mommy’s cli-OH!”

He was a fast learner. His tongue dragged up and down my wetness, and before I could even finish telling him to work my clit, his lips found it and he suckled hard as he lashed me with his hot tongue. The pleasure was absolutely incredible, and my baby boy ate my pussy like it was the most delicious meal he’d ever eaten.

My son’s fantastic cock looked too tempting for me to resist it any longer. One taste wasn’t enough, I needed more. Grinding my hips into his tongue as I moved, I leaned forward and took the first few inches of his strong cock gleefully. I suckled and slurped on him just like he did my clit, and as my tongue swirled he moaned his pleasure, warming my clit with the hot vibrations of his sounds of satisfaction.

My body was electrified with pleasure shooting up my body and through every nerve and muscle, lighting a blaze of sensory euphoria everywhere it touched me. Simon’s hands squeezed my ass and pulled me harder onto his mouth as he worshiped my clit with his tongue.

“Mmm fuck,” I moaned out pulling away from his shaft. “A little to the left. OH! Yes! Right there, baby, right there!”

He was very responsive and eager to learn, and he was taking to it much more quickly and excitedly than any man I’d ever known. For a first timer he was exceptional, and I knew that with a little more practice, he would be a veritable pussy eating god.

My lips pushed over his thick shaft again and I swallowed him to the back of my throat with the same vigor he was devouring me with. The tension was mounting in my core soon and I felt like I was about to orgasm on my own son’s tongue. Such a wild thought only amplified the experience, and I ground myself against his mouth even harder.

“Fuck, Simon,” I panted out as I pulled off his cock and tried to catch my breath. “You’re about to-OH! You’re about to make Mommy cum!”

I wondered if he even knew how much of an achievement that was, especially for his first time, and so quickly, too. He was working me exquisitely, with long slow licks as well as assaulting my clit with a flurry of flicks in just that one perfect spot.

My hips rocked, bucked, and gyrated with a wild, animalistic frenzy as my impending orgasm built more and more powerfully with each passing second. The passion in my core was threatening to overwhelm me, and a few more deft licks of my son’s tongue pushed me over the precipice of pleasure, and sent me into a free fall of pure, delirious, sexually explosive nirvana.

“Ohhhhh fuuuuuck!” I wailed out, screaming and moaning more than I could comprehend as the infinite satisfaction coursed through me.

It washed over me, wave after wave, assaulting me and exploding through me with the force of the most intense and naughtiest orgasm of my life. My clit throbbed with glee as my orgasm rippled through me, each slight movement of my son’s tongue pulsing another bolt of pleasure through my body.

I felt like I was fucking high on sexual ecstasy, and even as I pumped my son’s cock I knew I needed more. And I needed it right fucking now. I lurched forward, crawling on my hands and knees in front of my son, wiggling my wide hips for him. All I wanted was for him to fuck me and fill me with his cum.

“I need you, baby,” I cried out, still delirious with the aftershocks of my splendid climax. “Mommy needs you to fuck her pussy.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, and I heard him moving on the bed to get into position. “Don’t we need uh… you know, like a condom or something?”

“No,” I responded immediately. “No condoms. I want to feel you, all of you. Simon I want you to fill me with your seed and put a baby in me.”

There was a moment of silence. I didn’t feel nervous, but I felt fucking needy. My throbbing, sensitive pussy needed to be stretched and filled and slammed. Then I got my answer.

Simon shuffled closer until I could feel him right behind me, and then one of his hands gripped my tip as the crown of his hot cock teased up and down my seam.

“I can’t wait to fill your pussy, Mom!” Simon said, sounding more confident than ever.

My son pushed forward, his thick shaft stretching my tight hole so my lips wrapped around him, and every ridge of his cock pushed through and massaged my inner muscles with his delectable girth.

It was only the first few inches, I knew, and it was already blissful. “Fuck me harder,” I cried out desperately.

Simon used both hands to grip my hips now his cock was locked inside me, and he pulled on them as he drove himself forward, filling me more than I’d ever been filled by something that wasn’t made of silicone.

“Holy fucking shit,” Simon sighed out, the words spilling from his mouth so rapidly they all blended together. “That feels so incredible,” my son said as he buried himself to the hilt inside me.

He stayed for a moment, acclimating to the feeling of being deep inside his mommy’s tight cunt. I ground my hips in circles, working his shaft and showing him that I knew how to take care of his aching, virgin cock. The sounds of him trying hard to control his breathing told me that he was fighting off his orgasm, wanting it to last. He’d already done very impressively for a first timer, and I was surprised he hadn’t bust already.

“Pound me, baby, don’t hold back. I want to take care of you, I want to make you cum, I want you to fucking empty your balls into me!”

Frenzied lust overtook any control he was trying to maintain, and I felt him drawing back before slamming into me, gripping my hips tightly with his strong fingers as his cock drove deep. Simon built up a strong rhythm, starting steady and then thrusting with wild abandon. I pushed back against him to meet each stroke and feel his magnificent cock deep in my center.

One of his hands squeezed and gripped onto my plump ass as he pounded into me again and again. “Fuck, Mom. I’m gonna cum!”

“Yes, baby, give it to me! Breed me, son! Breed Mommy’s pussy!”

His body crashed into mine ferociously as he hit home again and again, until his body locked in place after one final, powerful thrust. He roared out in glorious pleasure, and I felt the hot rush of his cum shooting inside me.

It was the most spectacular feeling as I felt my son’s ropes spray his love inside me, painting my inner walls with his sticky satisfaction. His young, virile, potent seed filling up my needy, fertile pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” he mumbled out, his body collapsing onto mine, his head nuzzling into the back of my neck as my pussy milked out the last few drops of his love with each slight gyration of my hips.

I wanted the moment to last forever. I loved the feeling of my son’s weight on my body, and his cock still inside of me. My pussy was so full of his seed that I felt it begin to drip out of me.

“That was incredible,” I told him.

“Yeah, Mom. Holy fuck.”

“I think maybe one room is perfect after all,” I told him through a smile.

My son kissed the back of my neck. “I think this is going to be the best fucking vacation ever.”

I was so glad that I was finally able to raise my son’s spirits. I just couldn’t wait to raise his cock again.

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