It would happen again tonight she knew. It had happened every night for the last two weeks, she was certain it would again, in her heart she knew she was even hopeful for it now. That’s when she had first learned about her son’s nightly ritual, 2 short weeks ago. A ritual which had in turn led to one of her own as well. She waited, like a virgin school girl, anxious for the bedroom door to open.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror next to her bed, the moonlight revealing her naked form to the mirror. She had always slept naked, even as a child reveling in the soft feel of the fabric. She saw the look of anticipation and excitement on her face, amazed even after weeks now, at the physical responses of her body, while no longer concerned as to the reasons why.
She had thought of removing the mirror not that long ago. It had been a constant painful reminder each night of the times she had watched herself, and her late husband David make love in the mirror. Those had been happy times, she had thought they would never return. That was until the night she saw her son in the mirror.
(Two weeks ago)
She had woken up to the sound, it was a familiar sound, but one she hadn’t heard in over 6 months. The sound of a man orgasming, it was low and guttural, like an animal. Her eyes had flashed opened in the mirror, she saw her body exposed as often happened in her sleep, the sheet having fallen down exposing her breasts, her feet sticking out at the bottom of the bed. In the mirror she saw behind her the image of her 18 year old son Frank.
He stood just beside the bed, Frank’s eyes were closed and his hand wrapped around his cock, it wasn’t overly long, but easily as thick as a can of soda. At that moment it was pulsing, shooting huge amounts of cum onto the sheets on the empty side of the bed behind her. She quickly squinted her eyes as to appear still asleep. Unsure of what to do she continued to watch, and with surprise felt her body start to react to the image a man cumming, apparently just from the mere sight of her sleeping there.
Having finished, he pulled up his pants, gave his mother’s body one more look in the mirror and left, closing the door quietly behind him. She was shocked, unsure of what to do or what if anything she should say to him. Should she get up and go to him, tell him that she had seen him? Should she just go back to sleep? She laid there in the dark, uncertainty gripping her, the smell of his cum filling her nose, her nipples grew hard at the scent, she felt herself grow wet despite herself. Her mind changing its focus as the questions faded from her thoughts.
She had always loved cum, the taste of it in her mouth, the feel on her skin. But this was her son, she shouldn’t feel like this, but the yearning was there. It had been weeks since she had last touched herself. She saw it on her face in the mirror. She wanted to reach out and smash it, to punish the slut looking back at her, who wanted nothing more than to take that cum. Grab it from the sheets and rub it all over her body, take it in her mouth, feel it between her fingers. It had been so long since she had last felt this. This urge, the desire, and need filing her body.
Finally unable to withstand the urges, she rolled over to look at the cum slowly sinking into the sheets. There was still a huge amount remaining, despite having started sinking into the sheets, while she had wrestled with herself. With trembling fingers she had reached for it. She spread her hand over the spot rubbing the cum into her palm. The feeling of the hot sticky liquid on her skin sending bolts down her body, she brought her hand to her breasts, rubbing first one, then the other. Feeling the sticky moisture slickening her skin, spreading onto her fingers.
She laid back, and as she had the last time she touched herself, she thought of David. She reached lower, her fingers finding the heat emanating from her. She massaged her folds, rubbing her cum coated hand over her wet, and aching with need pussy. The desire taking hold as she pushed her fingers in. She looked over to the mirror, watching herself as wet fingers pulsed in and out of her. Imagining David on top of her pounding his dick into her, his hot breath on her neck. Feeling the pressure build inside herself, the desire growing to a fever pitch as she used her other hand to roll her clit between her fingers, while her other hand continued to thrust into her. With a long low moan she came, her own juices coating her cum covered fingers.
Suddenly the image of her son cumming, entered her mind, the ecstasy on his face as his cock exploded cum. Slowly, and unsure she watched in the mirror as her hand traced up her body to her mouth, her fingers slipped into her mouth, and she tasted the mixture of her juices with that of her sons, the sensation overwhelming her so much she came again. A smaller, but still intense orgasm rocked her body.
After that first night, she had hated herself, looking into the mirror saying terrible things to herself the next morning. She was a disgusting, depraved cum slut. Thinking of her son like that, getting off to the taste of his cum in her mouth. But she figured it was done, and she couldn’t undo it, she would just go on. Alone, and scared in this world that was suddenly so different, and seemed totally out of her control.
That next night she couldn’t sleep tossing and turning in the bed in a fitful battle with herself. Was it wrong what had happened? She had needs after all. But to get off to her son masturbating over her, to use his cum to lubricate her body, it was wrong. Wasn’t it? That’s what she had always been told afterall. She was so lonely without David next to her, he had been a constant in her life for so many years. Now alone, and with no one but herself to ask and answer her questions she tossed and turned in frustration.
She stopped thrashing as she heard the knob turn. Quickly she rolled over to face the mirror like normal, closing her eyes. She was fully exposed, the sheet had fallen off her due to her tossing and turning, and she hadn’t thought to grab it when she heard the door opening. Without thought or reason her body flushed with excitement at the possibility of him coming to her again. Seeing him jerk off to her again, seeing him cum. Even as her mind chided her for even thinking such things. This is crazy she thought, I should do something, I should stop this now.
She squinted her eyes barely open to see Frank standing there, again on David’s side of the bed. He was looking at her body in the mirror, the look on his face that of hunger, desire, but also she saw love in his eyes. He had done his best in the months since David’s death to comfort her, looking after her, protecting her. Even taking to holding her hand when they were out in town, not exactly normal for an 18 year old boy to do, but David always had, it made her feel good, safe, and comfortable. It had helped her so much to have him there, he had sacrificed for her, given up opportunities for her. All without complaint, all for her.
He pulled down his pants and boxers, he was only partially hard, but as she watched his eyes trace over her naked body, he fully engorged. He started to stroke himself, deliberate and with purpose. Once again she thought of saying something, of stopping him, stopping all of this, but she didn’t, she just watched as he pleasured himself to her naked body in the mirror. The excitement growing inside her.
She felt her own body respond to his attention, growing bold she slowly moved her left arm back to her side, a slight motion of a sleeping woman, but in doing so, fully exposing her breasts to him. She saw him quicken his pace in response, it made her moisten further. She longed to reach down and touch herself, but she held back. Instead she shifted her body again, sliding her left leg up her right spreading her legs slightly. Exposing her wet pussy to her son, the neatly trimmed hair surrounding her opening, as she watched his eyes moved down. She startled slightly as he moaned her name, while pumping vigorously on the head of his cock.
This nearly sent her over the edge, her desire growing into a urgent need to see him cum. Unsure of what to do, but needing to help him she moaned softly, a content sound of a dreaming woman. Frank at the sight of his mother trimmed pussy, and hearing her moan once again exploded onto the bed sheets. She was shocked by the amount of cum he shot out onto the bed again. Finished he pulled up his pants, gave her body one last look, his eyes sweeping up until the focused on her face, suddenly he spoke. “I love you mom” he whispered quietly to her reflection in the mirror. He turned and left, closing the door quietly.
She felt nearly electrified, the desire and need within her so great. All thoughts of uncertainty evaporated. As soon as she heard the door close she desperately rolled over and reached for his cum, filing her hand with it.
She rubbed them together, enjoying the sticky slickness coating her. She sucked one cum covered finger into her mouth. God, she nearly came just at the taste, she started to coat her breasts, teasing her nipples, spreading the cum over her still high, firm breasts. They grew moist and slick as she continued to massage herself. The sensation causing waves of pleasure to wash over her. She reached for more of his cum from the sheets, running her covered hand down to her soaking pussy, while the other continued to massage and slicken her breasts.
She rubbed her fingers over her folds, spreading her lips and pressing first one, than another finger in. She thrust into herself, quickening her pace, eager to cum and taste their combined juices again on her lips. Her mind tonight only bringing up the image of his hands grasping his cock, stroking himself, pleasuring himself, desperate to cum. He loved her, he desired her, he needed her, just like she needed him. She bore down hard on her clit with her thumb until she climaxed in a euphoric moan that she could barely contain. The image of his cock spewing cum over her flashing into her mind, as she watched herself cum onto her fingers in the mirror.
As she felt her body coat her fingers in her juices, the orgasm pulsing deep through her body. She slowly dipped the fingers of both hands, one by one, deep into herself. Coating each digit throughly, raising them each in turn to her mouth. She slowly and deliberately sucked and licked each digit clean of her, and her son’s cum. Reveling in the taste of their combined fluids on her tongue. When the last coated finger entered her mouth she came again, with a muffled shriek of pleasure. The look on her face in the mirror, that of a woman truly satisfied, maybe even happy? She was still scared of the future, unsure of what it might hold. She knew in her heart though, she could never stop this now.