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What is my age: 49
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This is the biggest and longest story I have ever written. It reaches seven chapters in all. It is a work of fantasy and should be read as such. I don't write for the virtues of believability but for reading pleasure only!!! I welcome feedback but warn you before you start that you should suspend reality and just enjoy the ride!!!

I am 39 years old and live with my son Jake, who is 18, my husband and I divorced five years ago and I now live a comfortable life with my son.

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The story I am going to relate to you has changed my life forever and made me happier and more satisfied than I have ever been before. I had been married for 21 years, when my husband cheated on me and left with a younger woman.

He was always a good provider and had a good job but I can honestly say he never fully satisfied me sexually. You see since I first discovered sex I have had a love of men with really big cocks. The first man I had sex with had a nice, long, hard 9" dick and after him, everyone else seemed small.

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My husband was an average 6" and too be quite honest never did very much for me. I never cheated on my husband during our marriage but I often wished that I could find a man just to have sex with who could satisfy my craving for a big cock. I would often lie in bed at night, while my husband snored next to me, wishing I had a man laying there with a giant cock that I could just pounce on and fuck my hungry pussy with.

I have always had a high sex drive and could quite easily be fucked three or four times a day, but my husband could never manage that. When we first got together, we would have sex maybe once a day, but as the years went by that went down to twice a week and by the end, hardly ever. This meant that I was nearly always horny and had to frequently play with Too to get off, always thinking about some large, hard cock. Now my son Jake is a very good looking boy. He works out and plays much sport, which has left him with a well muscled and toned body.

He Too a tight young ass and a rippling six pack. He always attracted the best looking girls around and I must confess that watching him grow up into this strapping 18 year old, I had sometimes looked at him and felt a tingling feeling in my pussy. I quickly suppressed this however; after all he was my son. After my husband left, I guess I did start to notice Jake even more.

He would often walk around the house in just a pair big shorts, his hard young body on view to me. Being the only man really in my life, I think that I was unnaturally drawn to my hunky son because of his boyish good looks and that amazing body, but mainly I guess at first, because I was very horny. It all began early one Saturday morning in the early summer.

I had just spent another lonely night sleeping by myself, feeling horny and frustrated. Since my husband left I had not had sex literotica all, I fingered myself almost nightly, rubbing and literotica my big, making myself wet and ending up even more hungry for a big hard cock.

That morning I got up and threw on my big white towelling robe. Heading downstairs, I made breakfast and switched on the television.

After a while I went back upstairs to get dressed. It was just after 9am and I knew my son Jake always liked to be up early on Saturday's so he could get to the gym early. My son Jake, loved to work out. He spent many hours at the gym, toning and sculpting his body.

He was a very fine and good looking young stud, a real favourite with the local girls. He played lots of sports and stayed in fine shape. I could not help but notice Jake had grown into a real man.

Since my divorce, Jake had taken over as the man of the house. He did all the odd jobs around the home and took over many of the duties that my husband once did, like mowing the lawn and painting the house. It was during this that I had first felt some kind of sexual feeling towards my son. Some weeks ago, Jake had been outside cleaning the windows of the house. I went out and offered him something to drink.

He was at the top of the ladder, cleaning the windows to my bedroom. He was wearing just a pair of shorts that clung to his tight ass. He had no top on and his muscles bulged. As I watched him stretch to reach the top of the window, I found myself admiring his chiselled frame, his hard abs and his well defined leg muscles.

I felt a sudden sexual urge and a fluttering in my chest, was I just proud of my fine specimen son or was I getting horny for him? Over the next few days, I found myself thinking more and more about my son. We had always been close and even more so since my husband left. Jake had always been affectionate with me, giving me hugs and kisses. Now we lived alone, he seemed to take more time over me, making sure I was ok and telling me that I literotica better than his dad anyway.

A couple of days after seeing Too up the ladder, I was lying in bed late at night in my usual horny state. I had the covers kicked back and my short little nightdress hiked up over my stomach. I slid my hands between my legs and began to play with my pussy. Quite unintentionally, an image of my son entered my mind, an big of him with his shirt off and those tight, hard muscles flexing. I unconsciously began to rub my clit harder and my pussy grew much wetter.

I knew it was wrong to think about my son in this way, but I could not help it, I could not get the sight of him out of my mind. I had not seen my son's cock since he was little but I suddenly imagined him with a nice large cock and that sent me over the edge.

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I began to furiously finger my now dripping wet gash. I allowed a few low deep groans to expel from my mouth. I writhed and squirmed around on the bed, gripping my legs together as I buried my fingers deep in my pussy.

With my free hand I took a firm grip on my large breast and pinched hard on my nipples. I felt my pussy convulse and tighten, a huge wave of sexual ecstasy washed over me and I flung my head back, arched my back off of the bed and rode out the biggest orgasm I had ever given to myself. It took me several minutes to regain my composure as I came down from my orgasm.

The thoughts of my son's body still raced through my mind as my breathing began to slow and my heart rate returned to normal.

As I lay awake, trying to fall asleep that night, I considered what I had just done. What kind of perverted mother was I, Bringing myself to orgasm thinking about my own son? For the first time, I began to think of my son as a sexual being. I knew he had sex with his girlfriends but I never considered what it might be like if I was to have sex with him. Again I allowed my hands to wander over my large 36dd boobs and slowly down to my wet pussy lips. Ever since that night, I had been trying to put thoughts of my son out of my mind but I was finding it more and more difficult.

These images just kept entering my head, thoughts of him naked, his hard young frame, lying on top of me, giving his own mother a good hard fuck!

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That Saturday morning, as I walked back up the stairs, I wasn't thinking about my son in a sexual way, only that he was late getting up and would probably want me to wake him, so he could get to the gym. I got to the top of the stairs and walked over to his door, which was shut. I gently tapped on it and said "Jake are you awake". No Reply.

I pushed down the handle and slowly opened the door inwards. The sun shone brightly through the window and onto my face.

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I had to close my eyes half shut to shield the sunlight. I looked across the room to where my son's bed was. The sun was making it hard to see clearly.