I finished the book I was reading and looked at the wall clock, it was well past midnight. I am usually an early sleeper but today somehow I was not able to sleep, so I took this book, an erotic novel. I found it fascinating and finished it in one go. Now I was feeling very wet down my thighs and I knew I was very horny. My cunt was on fire and I had nothing else other than my fingers to satisfy my urges. But I wanted something real inside me. My fingers were not able to satisfy my desires.

My husband has died four years back and since then I have been leading a very monotonous life. Running the small business left by my husband and looking after my only son Rajeeb who was then fourteen. Earning was good enough to support both of us, so I did not have any financial need. But emotional needs were there, may be because I had a very good married life for fifteen years. I was virgin at the time of my marriage and my late husband was the only man who has ever fucked me. We had a very satisfying and active sex life. Together we had explored every horizons of sexual fulfilment.

I did not married again as most of the men I later dated were interested in only screwing me but not in marriage. Being treated only as a sexual object was not acceptable to me and slowly I confined myself to our business and to my son, who was now 18 and was about to join college during next season. I knew that even at the age of thirty-nine I was rather good looking. Though I had put on some weight recently still I didn't belong to the category of obese. Only deformity I had was the scar on my stomach that I got during the birth of my son, as he was a caesarean child.

I put off the table lamp and tried to sleep, but I couldn't. After trying unsuccessfully for some time I gave up and left my bed. Perhaps a stroll in my verandah may induce some sleep. I came out of my room. The mildly cold air in the verandah had rather a freshening effect on me and I felt more energized.

I noticed that the lights were still on in my son's room, which was at the other side of verandah. His windows were though covered with curtains, but it was clear that he was awake. I felt curious… "Why he is studying so late at night, he doesn't have any exams now and it was a Sunday?" I went to his windows and tried to sneak a quick look through the gap between the curtains. What I saw inside made me flush with excitement and embarrassment.

Rajeeb was wide-awake. He was lying on his bed completely naked. His eyes were glued to the magazine in his left hand and his right hand was massaging his rigid penis vigorously. The magazine cover was showing some explicit fuck scene and his hand was moving in a rhythm. I felt ashamed in eyeing my own son in such a condition but an underlying excitement prevented me moving away from the windows. My eyes were feasting on his massive hardness pulsating between his fingers. Rajeeb penis was long and thick looking, the purple head of his cock appeared like a big mushroom. His pubic hair was thick and dark and his balls seemed large and heavy hanging between his thighs. A rush went through my body - this was the first cock I had seen since my husband's death. My fingers automatically moved between my thighs. I was wet, very wet down there. My legs were trembling with excitement. My fingers explored my wet cunt and I entered two fingers inside my wet beaver. Looking at rock hard cock of my son I tried to match his rhythm, feeling as if my fingers were my son's cock moving between my hungry cunt lips.

Rajeeb was busy in working on his cock but his movements were now quicker. I knew that pressure is building inside his balls and he is going to shoot any time. Pressure was also building inside me and I too was approaching my orgasm, my first orgasm in four years. Suddenly Rajeeb cried in ecstasy and large white globes of cream started flying form the tip of his penis landing on his chest and stomach. His cock kept on jerking and shooting his love cream and after emptying his cock slumped against his stomach. The last drops of his cum slowly seeped out of his cock wetting his pubic hair.

My own fingers were moving frantically in and out of my cunt, trembling in my legs was reaching to the extreme and my legs were no more able to support my weight. I had to muffle my cry forcefully when the intense orgasm shook through me. I immediately got hold of windows just to prevent myself form collapsing on floor. I was shaking frenziedly and I could feel my spending moving out of my cunt wetting my pubic hair, my panties and further moving downwards towards my thighs. I had never felt such a state of delight. I remained there till the rapture subsided inside me.

When I got back to my senses, my son has already wiped clean his cum from his stomach and was putting his shorts back. He then lifted the magazine dropped on his bed and kept it behind his books. Feeling completely fulfilled I too retired to my room.

Next day, as soon as my son went out of house, I quickly sneaked into his room. The magazine was lying at the same place where my son has hidden it. I quickly flip through the pages; magazine was full of explicit pictures of lovemaking in every possible manner, but what caught my attention was the caption of those pictures, each picture seems to be depicting the sexual coupling between family members and among them most of the pictures were of mothers fucking their teenage sons. I could not believe it; last night my son was masturbating while thinking about me. I felt euphoric. For the whole last night I have been thinking about my son's handsome cock and I knew my pussy desperately wanted it. But then I was not sure whether my son would like to fuck an aged pussy of his mother. The magazine in front of me convinced me that my son also wants to fuck his mom's cunt. Just imagining that my son would have been thinking about fucking his own mom, my pussy again started twitching and I again had to use my fingers to relieve the aching in my cunt. Later I hid the magazine below my pillow.

Rajeeb returned late that evening, after dinner he watched TV for some time and around nine he retired to his room. After a while I followed to his room and just tried to look through the keyhole in door. Rajeeb was frantically searching through his bookshelf and was looking distressed. I lightly knocked his door and immediately entered so that he may not have any time to pull through. Rajeeb jumped to his feet and looked at me shockingly.

"Are you looking for something, honey?"

"No mom, Just kept my assignment somewhere and I'm am unable to trace it now." He was trying to maintain his poise.

"Ah!" I suppressed my smile. "Are you talking about this assignment, son?" I showed him the magazine, which was hidden behind my back.

He was crestfallen. He could not believe his eyes, he was caught red handed.

" I could never believe." I added with artificial anger. "My son thinks this about fucking his own mother while masturbating. Do you have any clarifications?"

"I...I...!" He stammered. " I didn't mean that, mom." He was fruitlessly trying to defend himself. "You must be mistaken."

Itching in my pussy was reaching to its crescendo and I was not in a position to pretend anymore.

"Don't worry son, I'm not mad at you." I assured him. " I know it's quite natural. But, do you really like to fuck your mom, honey?" I asked in a low, whispery voice.

Rajeeb stood, speechless; he could not believe what he was hearing. At lost he swallowed and nodded positively.

I slowly lowered my hands below and slowly lifted my nightgown above my thighs making my hairy cunt visible to my son. Rajeeb's eyes bulged into his sockets. He was getting the view of his lifetime. The bulge in his was acquiring a monstrous shape. Slowly, I traced a fingertip along the outlined slit of my cunt. I moved two fingers to my cunt and exposed the lips to give a better view to my son. I stared hungrily at the visible throb of my son's cock. Despite his pants, I could see the enormity of his pecker. The wet heat of my cunt increased, and, when I moved a fingertip along the edge of the tight crotch, I could feel wetness on my thigh.

"Oh, God!" I cried, thrusting my hips forward. "Show me your monster."

I was still running my fingertips along the edge of my crotch. My eyes were burning on the bulge of his cock. He licked his lips hungrily and slowly he removed his t-shirt and shorts. His monster rod was in full view, eager to come into action anytime. Rajeeb slipped his hand over his throbbing cock.

My body was again trembling in the same manner it was yesterday. I lifted the gown above my head and removed it completely. I was now standing completely naked in front of my teenage son. Gripping his cock in his hand Rajeeb eyed my naked breast. My tits are not very large, but still they are round and firm, with dark-pink nipples straining out in teasing stiffness.

I took a step towards Rajeeb, took his naked body in my arms and put my lips over his lips. Rajeeb responded in a forceful manner and he grabbed me by my ass and forced his tongue between my lips. His enormous hard on was nesting between my bush. A feeling of deep excitement ran through my body. My pussy literally started dripping by just feeling the presence of the rigid organ of my son after so many years of celibacy. I sucked hungrily his tongue. I shifted my shoulders and watched as one nipple brushed across my son's chin. I held my breath as I pushed the nipple to his lips.

"Suck it!" I whispered hoarsely.

Rajeeb reacted immediately. He drew my nipple between his lips, and sucked wildly, eagerly, his tongue lapping in wet swirls.

"Ohhhh, God, baby!" I sobbed softly, my tit swelling inside his mouth. "Suck it hard, Rajeeb! Oooooh, suck it very hard!"

Rajeeb pulled as much of my tit into his mouth as he could, hungry for it. The wet pull on my tit sent a wild ripple of delight down my body, causing my cunt to suck inward tightly.