Mom’s New Tits 2

The next morning after my first incest encounter with my son was an odd feeling. I new what we had done was wrong but it was such a hot, erotic sex session. It was taboo, dirty, wrong but it felt had felt so good. I waited until after my husband had left to go to work before I went to go check on my son. When I went into his room I was wearing a pair of sweat pants and one of my husbands’ button up pajama tops; basically trying to have that baggy look.

I opened the door to Alex’s room and he was in his bed reading. He gave me smile, “Hi mom.” I could tell he was looking directly at my breasts. The temptation hit me like a lighting bolt. It flashed through my mind what my son and I had done in his room the day before; I knew if I went into his room I would be tempted to have some sort of sexual encounter with him again. I kept thinking to myself ‘you’re his mom. Don’t go in there.’ but the power of my incestuous lust took over and I entered into his room. “Good morning Alex. Are you feeling any better?” As I spoke to my son I moved over to his bed and sat down next to him. Alex pulled back his bed sheets showing off the erection he had developing in his underwear. He had on colored jockey shorts, the bulge of his hard cock was very clear as was the pre cum stain that was beginning to show. I tried not to look but I couldn’t help but glance down, picturing his hard, erect cock. He put down what he was reading; it was reading ‘Dear Penthouse’ letters. He gave me a wicked smile when he caught me looking at his cock. We both knew what was on his mind. “I’m feeling a little better. Yesterday made me feel better, it was the best medicine. I think another dose would do me good.”

I saw his cock twitch as it reached its full erect size. I felt myself go flush as the sexual tension and temptation grew by the seconds. My son sat up smiling very wickedly at me now. “Can I see your tits?” I knew he was asking for a lot more than just looking at them. It felt very weird to hear my son asking me that but on another deeper, dark level it turned me on to know my own son wanted to see my new big tits. I put my hand on thigh, “Um…you know what we did yesterday was very wrong. It was incest. We could get into so much trouble if anyone ever found out.” My son moved himself closer to me, he reached out to grab my tits and I stopped him. “Alex, we shouldn’t.” He looked at me grinning away.

“I know. You are my mom, I am your son. But you are so hot. You are such a MILF. You should have known that getting a boob job would have turned on everyone! Come on, please mom, let me see your tits again. At least let me look at them so I can jack off.” I was shocked again, hearing this dirty talk from my son. I was shocked at him asking to see my tits so he could jerk off in front of me. It flashed through my mind the picture of him jerking off from yesterday. I knew he meant it; he would jack off in front of me. It did make my pussy wet at the thought that just getting a boob job was making my son this horny. I didn’t respond so my son took that as a signal. He slowly reached for the top button on the pajamas. I didn’t stop him this time I just sat there and allowed him to do what he wanted. He unbuttoned the first button, pulling the top apart a bit more. He looked at me, “Can I keep going.” I gave him a very small nod yes. It was as if I was afraid to give him a bigger nod, afraid that someone would know or see that I was green lighting my son to open up my top to look at my tits. My nipples were so hard from the thought’s of what my son was going to do. The fabric of the pajama top was rubbing against my nipples giving me a very pleasurable sensation. I could feel my pussy becoming even wetter as my son slowly unbuttoned my top.

He very slowly undid each button working his way down the last one. Then my son looked at me, smiled then spoke; “Ok mom. Now let’s take a look at those nice big tits of yours.” He pulled open my top as I sat there allowing my son to do this. He opened my top revealing my tits, hanging each half of the top on the outer side of my breasts. He got a very wicked, dirty smile on his face as he stared at my nipples and areola. “Wow mom! Your tits look great! I love those hard nipples and your dark large areola. Dad must love sucking on your tit’s and fucking them!” I don’t know why I said what I did; perhaps I was just got up in the heat of the moment. “Your dad doesn’t fuck my tits. He didn’t do it before my job and he does not do it now either. I asked him if he would but he said that it just wasn’t his think. When you fucked them yesterday that was the first time anyone has fucked my new boobs.” He gave me an evil grin as his hands reached out for my breasts. I didn’t stop my son; I wanted him to touch them. I wanted to feel his young, teenage hands fondling my large breasts. Alex didn’t disappoint me as he fondled them, squeezing them before he started to pull on my hard nipples. I closed my eyes and moaned with approval as his hands worked all over my mounds. Alex kept up this manual pleasure for a few minutes before I suddenly felt the tip of his tongue flicking across my nipples.

My eyes shot open as I let out an even louder moan of delight. Now I watched my son running his tongue in circles around my areola before taking it back to my nipples. He held my tits in his hands, licking at my nipples and all I did in return was moan. “Mmm Alex, that feel’s so good. You are really good at playing with tits. Or is it you are just this good with your mom’s tits?” My son glanced up at me, flashed a smile before his nice wet lips began to run over my breasts.