Me and my son

I enjoy watching him sleep for a few minutes before I wake him. His strong wide back, muscular thighs and arms but most of all, the organ lurking within his boxers. It's an amazing sight. My mouth and my slit waters, with his scent of masculinity. This feeling is too much to bear.

I take a few more moments to absorb this sensation and then move closer to wake him up.He stretches as I watch the muscles of his body flex. The shape of his semi erect cock that amazing mushroom head deeply imprinted in my memory.

Through out the day all I can see is the monster residing in his shorts as he walks around the house leaving his scent of sensuality in my nostrils.
I've had enough.I will not be deprived in my own home. I've provided all he has ever needed and now it is my turn to receive my compensation for all my work. I will take what is mine.

At night I slide into bed next to him, my leg going over his. My knee presses right on top of his crotch. He's totally still, but I can feel him starting to get hard under my knee. He's fast asleep, breathing deeply, but his body is reacting to me. I push harder down with my knee, and I can feel him grow even more. I smile to myself and start to move my knee back and forth slowly, making sure he keeps getting harder and harder while he sleeps.

I keep up the slow movement, feeling him get bigger and harder with each pass of my knee. He lets out a small groan in his sleep, but he doesn't wake up. I decide to be a little braver, moving my hand to rest right next to my knee, my fingers touching the hardness through the fabric of his boxers.

A gasp escapes my lips. It's even bigger than I imagined, a magnificent, pulsing column of flesh. I push the elastic down beneath the base of his balls. My body aches with a sudden desperate need.This is what I wanted. This is what I've been waiting for. The truth, laid bare before me.

Before I can even process what's happening, he forces me up onto all fours, then applies a firm pressure on my upper back, pushing me down until my face and chest are pressed flat against the mattress, my ass raised high in the air in a pose of complete submission.

I feel him behind me, my gown bunched up around my waist leaving me completely bare and vulnerable. I hear the rustle of him moving, then without any warning, he's there. He enters me from behind in one swift, brutal thrust.

It is the ultimate act of possession, the undeniable claim on my body, my womb. The feeling is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and abiding shame. I am his mother, and he has just claimed me. He has marked me as his own, filling me with his seed, a taboo act that is both horrifying and the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced.

I can feel the aftershocks of orgasm ripple through my body. We are joined in the most intimate way possible, a mother and her son, locked in an embrace that defies all reason and logic. As the tremors subside, a sense of peace settles over me. I will ever be his.