Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2007 12:14:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Kelly Hobbs Subject: Kelly and her boys 4 This is a work of fiction. I am over 18 (in fact I am now 42), and if you are offended by erotic literature, especially those fantasies that stray from the norm, please leave now. This fictional wark includes characters engaged in bisexual, incestuous, and under aged activities. Then my son surprised the crap out of me as I sat there catching my breath after he had finished stroking hismself over my naked body. He began to lick his seed off my body! "What are you doing!?!" I had never had a man do that. "That's the rules. last one has to clean up. That's how we play." He said it so simply like it was a fact. He licked the pre-cum from my shaved pubic area, trailed his tongue up my belly to my breast. He got it off my neck and face. He was thorough and thoroughly turning me on! "You missed a spot," I said as I spread my lips and exposed my hood and clit. "I don't think that's mine," Jared replied. "No, but you cause it, so you have to clean it up." When his breath got close to me my mind went wild. Every nerve ending was on fire. My son was about to lick my pussy! As his tongue touched me, I felt myself expolde. My moaning and encouragement kept him there for more. I had him to suck it as hard as he could as deep into his mouth and bob his head up and down. When he finally came up for air, my body was totally spent. I just lay there limp, legs splayed open, chest heaving as I attempted to catch my breath and recover. He was on his knees looking up at me so tenderly. His love for me was on full display. He cared so much, he was so eager to make me happy. He reached up and squeezed my right boob (probably a little harder than I like, he was still so unexperience!) He moved forward. I felt his stiff and jerking cock rub against my lips, begging to gain entry and relief again. Young men have such stamina. They can cum, and cum, and cum again. Such strength. Such eagerness to please. I loved him and wanted him to learn that he could give and take. A slight shift of my hips and he popped inside me. The look of utter terror and surprise and a mix of pure pleasure filled his face, first one slowly evolving into the others. I smiled at his happiness. "It's okay Jared. I want you to do it. Move it around for me. Do it for momma." He began to move, I helped him to ratate and thrust, my own thrust meeting his. His pace quickened, and then "Ahhhhhhhhhh MOMMMA!! I'm going to..." "Yes, I know. Keep going baby. Do it for Momma." His warm spurts hit my walls and mixed with my juices.His face tightened, eyes open, but rolled back in his head. I went from teasing my son, to allowing him to jack-off on me. He started it with the tongue, and I couldn't hold back, couldn't control myself. I knew I should've. I began to worry about pregnancy immediately. I so rarely never use a condom, at 42 I was old but still had my monthly visists. (I won't keep you in suspense, he did not impregnate me.) We were both tired. It was time for bed. I tucked him in, with out his boxers and he slept naked for the first time. I cleaned up and had trouble falling to slep. I didn't really worry, so much as my mind couldn't stay on any one topic long enough to get bored and fall asleep.