EroticReverie

It’d been two weeks since Bruce left. Two weeks since I let Nicholas console me , to be inside of me. 

That night I wasn’t myself. I’ve been through relationships since Nicholas’s father passed, and all of them have done nothing but deplete my self worth.  I’d let myself forget the woman I am. The truth was that nobody could compare to my late husband. He was everything a husband and father should be. I’d given hope of finding anyone that could compare, and ended up settling for less than what I deserved. 

I haven’t spoken to Nicholas since that night. I am too ashamed , too sickened by my own actions to even look at him. Unlike myself , Nicholas does not seem to regret it at all. 

Physically. My son had made me feel like myself again. Made me feel better than any of the men I’ve been with since his father have. But he was my son. It’s was vile, it was wrong. Every moment since that night I’ve punished by self silently , reminding myself of how horrible of a mother I am for letting that happen. 

It didn’t matter that he looked so much like his father, or that his cock had felt like it belonged inside of me , just like his fathers. I loved my son. But I couldn’t love him like that. 

Laying in bed, another restless night , where I can’t sleep and can’t even keep my thoughts straight, I toss and turn and try to push that night out of my mind. 

I squeezes my thighs together as I replay our time together that night. How full his cock had made me feel, how it had stretched my desperate walls , how my pussy soaked my sons dick.  I cringe at my own filthy feelings towards that night. 

I fight the urge to touch myself and have ever since that night because I can not touch myself without thinking of Nicholas. What had he done? What had I done? I would never forget that night.  It would be a dirty little secret that I’d have to carry with me. 

Would he ever tell his future wife about the night he made love to his own mother? Would he end up hating me for allowing him to do what we did?

I let out a frustrated sigh as my push keeps soaking my silk panties and I lift a hand to my breasts and rub my breasts to at least alleviate my painfully hard nipples. 

The attention I give them makes me squirm in my bed, my clit, my center , craving and needing the same attention. 

“Nicholas” I breathe silently. My eyes going wide in the dark at my involuntary call to my son. 

“Fuck” I curse as I take my hand away from my breasts and lay on my back and fist the sheets. 

I feel tears prick my eyes. From frustration. From being so sick with myself and my actions , and my inability to forget that night.  What would my husband say to me if he could come back? Would he hate me? Would he understand the mess of a woman he left behind when he died? We understand that being with Nicholas that night had made me feel like he was still here. That Nicholas was so much like him that a deeper part of me that I wanted to ignore was telling me that Nicholas could heal me, that Nicholas was the only one that could even come close to filling my heart and make me whole again?

“Mom?” I hear his voice and my heart leaps and so do I , shooting up in bed , not having even heard the bedroom door open. 

“Nicholas , what’s wrong?” I ask as he stands in the door way. 

He’s wearing grey jersey knit pajama pants and a white t shirt that I can see from the hallway light that illuminate him from behind. 

When did he grow up? When did my little boy become a man? When did he decide that his broken mother was his to have? When did he decide he wanted to make me take him inside of me? 

“Nothings wrong. I couldn’t sleep.  Are you crying?” He asks as I swipe my cheeks. 

“No sweetheart I’m fine.  Go to sleep” I say and wince when he turns on the light, the light too bright for my eyes. 

“Yes you are. You’re crying” he says and walks over. 

“Nicholas. Please go to your room” I say as I pull the cover up , shielding my breasts , my nipples that are still hard because of him. Because of my sick perverted thoughts. 

“You can talk to me” he says so gently as if he’s the parent here and not me. 

I shake my head. 

“I’m just tired. Please. Go to bed.” I say as he walks over and sits on the bed beside me right on the edge. 

“Lay down , I’ll rub your back for you.” He says. 

I look at him and shake my head. 

“Nicholas” I say. 

“Come on. It always helped when I was little. It will make me feel better if you let me try to help you sleep” he says and sigh and shake my head. 

“That’s not a good idea Nicholas. You should go” I say and he turns to face me and reaches for the blankets and pulls them gently from me. 

My fingers loosen their grip, letting him slip them down and uncover me. 

His hand goes to my thigh. 

“Nicholas” I say his name again and his eyes are on my legs , on my panties. 

“Mom” he sighs and his hand strokes my inner thigh. 

“I can’t stop thinking about that night” he says quietly and I let out a pathetic whimper as my son pulls gently at my thigh , forcing them to spread. But I’d be lying if I didn’t willingly move my legs apart. 

“Nicholas this isn’t appropriate.  That night was a mistake. A terrible mistake. I’m your mother. And I should have never-“

“It’s all I can think about” he cuts me off. 

“It felt so good” he says and his hand brushes my panties and I quiver. 

“Have you thought about it too?” He asks as he turns his hand and his fingers push against my already wet panties. 

I gasp and snap my legs shut. 

“Nicholas.  This is not right” I say and grab his hand to move it and he only pushes his hand harder. His fingers pressing against my pussy lips and rubbing my clit. 

“Then why do I want it so bad?” He asks. 

“I don’t care if it’s not right.” He says and with his other hand pulls my leg back again and making me spread myself. 

“Your panties are wet” he whispers and I inhale a shaky breath. 

“Yes” I say and he groans quietly under his breath. 

“Is it because you were thinking about it too?” He asks and then looks up at me. 

“Please Nicholas. This is incredibly inappropriate , and…it’s not okay” I say and I inhale through my teeth. I shiver as I hiss, when  his hand slides up and then down into my panties. 

“Answer the question mom” he says gently as his middle finger slides between my lips and finds my aching clit. 

“Nicholas” my voice is a simple quiet breath that is pleading with him to have the strength that I clearly don’t, and to walk away. 

“Your pussy is so wet” he whispers as he leans in. 

“Nicho-“

He cuts me off with his lips on mine and I moan as his finger plays at my clit and then slides down and up into me. 

I gasp at the welcome intrusion. I hate how good it feels, hate how I can’t say no. Or tell him to stop. 

“Your pussy needs this mommy” he whispers against my lips. 

“Let me help you” he says and kisses me harder and then both of us are moving. Me sinking down onto my back as he lays right beside me and then slides a second finger in as his thumb rubs my clit. 

“Oh nick” I breathe and gasp when his mouth moves from mine and goes to my jaw then to my neck where he kisses me all over the sensitive skin there , his tongue dragging and his teeth nipping me slightly and my hips buck upward. 

“I’m your mother” I moan. “I can’t do this” I roll my hips into his fingers, fucking them and my hips urging them to sink deeper. To give me more. I clench around his fingers. 

“We can do whatever we want” he whispers in my ear. 

“And I really want to show you how hard I am for you mom” he says and I whimper. 

“I can take care of you” he says. 

“I can give it to you mom, all of it” he says and I moan and reach for his shirt and pull up ontop of me.  Losing myself to the pleasure as he slides his fingers out of me and then pushes his pants down , just enough to take his cock out and I spread myself for him again. 

“Just…just this last time” I breathe and Nichola me doesn’t argue. 

“Okay” he agrees. 

“Oh god” I moan as I feel the swollen head of his cock slip up and down my slit. Teasing my clit, teasing my desperate cunt. 

“We’re you thinking about me before I came in? Is that why your pussy is so wet and ready for me?” He asks and I groan. 

“Yes” I admit , even though I know I shouldn’t. I should not give him any reason to believe I want this , that I need it. 

“Tell me you want this” he whispers and I whimper. 

“I can’t” I whine and look away and he kisses my neck as his cock teases at my entrance nudging with the promise of filling me and making my whole again. 

“Say it” he urges. 

“Say you want me to sink my cock into you” he says and I groan and my hips begs for it as I roll them upward and grind against his cock. 

“Cmon mommy” he whispers in my ear. 

“Tell your son you want his cock inside of you” he says and bites my ear logs gently and pulls and my entire body quivers. 

“I want it” I let myself admit , the shame heating my cheeks and his groans heating the space between my thighs. 

“Tell me to fuck you” he says and I grab his lower back and pull him towards me and his hand slips from his cock and he lets me pull him into me. I gasp the words as he fills me. 

“Fuck me Nicholas”