Chapter 3 – Janet’s Sin – Eric wants to mount me…..


Chapter 3 – Eric wants to mount me…..Between the alcohol and my orgasm, I drifted off to sleep quickly as Eric cuddled with me, and spooned me from behind. I must admit, I enjoyed having his naked form next to me in my bed. I particularly liked his firm erection pressing into my backside as he nuzzled me and cuddled with me.I was amazed that he remained firm, even after cumming in such a large quantity. I could still taste the faint semen residual in my mouth. I liked the reminder that my son’s semen was swimming safely in my tummy at this very moment. I liked the intimacy of ingesting my son’s seed.Yes, I knew it was wrong. Yes, I knew I needed to prevent a recurrence. But nonetheless, I enjoyed this moment as well as the memory of Eric’s and my intimacy as I slowly drifted off to sleep in my son’s arm’s. It had been a very long time, too long in fact, since I had enjoyed sleeping in my lover’s arms.When I awoke, Eric had already slipped out of the bed. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 7:50 a.m. My head hurt from the alcohol hangover. I grabbed my robe and went to the kitchen to get some Tylenol. I heard the water running in the bathroom and knew Eric was in the shower. I started a pot of coffee, and started to clean up the kitchen as it brewed.I was glad that Eric was occupied in the shower; this would give me some time to gather my thoughts and figure out how to address the terrible mistake I had made last night. In the cold harsh (and sober) reality of the morning, I felt the entire weight of the magnitude of my sin come crashing down on me with a wave of guilt. My shame was overwhelming.How could I have been so stupid? So careless? How could I commit such a selfish and potentially damaging act with the person I loved most in the world? I knew I had to find the resolve to end this nonsense. I hoped and prayed that I had not done irreparable harm to my son. How could I ever make this right? My chest ached in anxiety as I thought about my sin. I heard the water turn off in the bathroom, and knew Eric was getting out of the shower. I was standing at the kitchen sink with my robe on, cleaning up some dishes when I heard the bathroom door open.I glanced over my shoulder to see Eric approaching me wearing only a bath towel wrapped around his waist.“Hi Mom” he chirped as he walked up behind me, hugging me from behind and reaching around to cup my right breast. I tensed up and tried to push his hand from my breast; I certainly did not want to resume the petting and touching that had led to my totally inappropriate behavior last night. But he was too strong and I was not going to remove his hand without his full cooperation. I stood there, and allowed him to feel me, determined not to react to his touch. But my nipple did respond and become erect. We needed to address this ‘situation” that was entirely due to my weakness and poor judgment. “Eric, we made a bad mistake last night. I made a bad mistake last night. I take full responsibility. Not only am I the adult, I am your mother. I should never have allowed any of that to happen. I don’t know if you can forgive me or not…..”Eric interrupted, “It was not a mistake, it was a beautiful thing. It was the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. Please do not say ‘it was a mistake’. It hurts me to think you do not think what we shared was as beautiful as I do.”“Eric, it was wrong. It was illegal. And I should not have let it happen. I was drunk and was Pendik escort not thinking straight. I gave into my loneliness. I am very sorry.” I was sincere in my contrition. “Mom, you are wrong. It was a beautiful. And I am not a child; I am an adult. I will be 18 in two months. I am old enough to vote; I am old enough to serve in the military, I am certainly old enough to know who I want for my sexual partner; and I want you.”Eric’s words sent me searching for a response. “Eric, I am flattered, and I understand your confusion. I am quite confused myself. But what we did, what I did last night is wrong by any measure. If people knew, they would put me in jail for what we did!”“Mom, no one will ever know what happens between you and me. That is something that I will never discuss with anyone. I promise you that.” I could tell he was trying to alleviate my deepest fear, my fear that people would find out. He was right, I was afraid of being caught in addition to my overwhelming guilt. “Eric, that is not the point. The point is what we did was wrong. And it cannot happen again.” I was trying to be resolute in my statement; but even as I said it, I realized since that Eric and I had crossed that line, the temptation would be very real to give into our desires again. I did not know if I had the strength to resist these very real, but very unnatural urges I had for my son. Eric was clear in one thing; he wanted to continue our intimacy. I was standing with my back to my son as I spoke, ashamed. I was ashamed of my behavior and I unable to face him or look him in the eye. Eric then took my hand and turned me to face him.He stood back one step, and then he removed his towel, dropping it to the floor. He stood there naked in front of me. He was obviously quite emboldened from his success last night. He had a confident, ‘don’t take no for an answer’ demeanor about him. It was strangely appealing. Since he was my son, it was also very wrong, but it was definitely appealing.I was shocked at the boldness of my son. I tried to react appropriately, whatever that would mean. But after the mistakes of last night, was there anything I could do going forward that would be appropriate? “Eric, please cover yourself up. We cannot continue the mistakes of last night.”He put his finger to my lips and merely said “shhhhh….Mom, don’t talk for a moment.” Then he placed his fingers under my chin, raised my chin up, and kissed me. It was a soft, gentle, loving kiss; but sensual nonetheless. “Mom, I love you so much. And I need you. I need you right now, more than you can imagine. You are all I have.” He said with all the sincerity in the world.He stepped back from me, and held me by the shoulders at arms length away from him.As I tried to gather my thoughts and find my resolve, I tried not to look at his naked body, to look him in the eyes; but his naked muscular physique was impressive. I could not help but glance down and admired his naked physique. His flaccid penis was thick and impressive, even soft. My first thought was that he reminded me of the statue of David. A moment later, I realized he had the firm, hard body of ‘a male underwear model’ from a fashion magazine. My son was a very attractive young man, and he was standing naked in front of me! Despite my desire to behave appropriately, I could not deny the physical and emotional attraction that I felt. “Mom, watch. Watch and tell me what you see.” Beykoz escort bayan he said, and as he spoke, his flaccid penis began to grow slowly in front of my very eyes. At first I could not believe what I was seeing, but standing there naked in front of me, my 17 year old son penis throbbed and pulsed to life, growing longer and firmer before my eyes. I watched in silent amazement.After about 15 seconds, he was half way erect, poking straight out, partially erect and about six inches in length. “Oh my. Eric, how are you doing that?” my voice cracked slightly in obvious excitement and amazement.“I am thinking about you. I am thinking about tasting you and touching you last night. I am thinking about what you did for me last night. I am thinking about how much I want you, need you, and I am thinking about what I am going to do to you tonight and every night from now on.”I was awe struck. I stared at his penis which was now about three quarters erect and about 7 inches long, and I suddenly became aware of my pulse in my own groin. I could feel my clitoris growing erect, and my pussy starting to leak into my panties as I reacted involuntarily to watching my son’s growing erection.“Eric, we can’t…..please cover yourself” I said, my voice quaking with excitement and confusion. I was unsure of what to do. But despite my good intentions to avoid a repeat of last night, I could not make myself look away from Eric’s naked body or force myself to leave the room. I continued to watch my son’s penis throb and bob into a rigid and erect state for me. And I am ashamed to tell you, I was growing aroused by this sight. Very aroused.“Eric you are a gorgeous and sexy young man; I love you more than anything in this world….but what we are doing is wrong…you have to stop….” He cut me off mid-sentence, “Mom, this is the effect you have on me. If I react this way just thinking about you, this cannot be wrong. My body would not react this way if it was wrong.” He reasoned. “Tell me that you do not have the same feelings. Tell me you are not having the same reaction right now.”I did not know what to do or say; I was, in fact, growing wet right there in front of my son. So I simply repeated myself, “We can’t. This is wrong.” But I continued to stare at the amazing sight growing longer and more rigid between my son’s thighs.Eric approached me, his penis swinging proudly as he stepped to me.. He knelt down directly in front of me. By now he had a full erection, he was every bit as hard and large as he was last night in my mouth, and he was pointing direct to the ceiling. Kneeling in front of me, he opened my robe and began to place his hands inside my lower thighs. I stopped him, held his hands, and asked, “what are you doing?”“I want to see something. If you do not react to me the way I react to you, I will agree to leave you alone. But I think I have the same effect on you that you do on me.” I do not know why, but I released his hands and stood there eyes closed, not knowing what to do, and not understanding what was happening or why. Not really thinking I had the strength or power to do anything other than comply.He slowly place his right hand on my inner thigh and looked up at me. I looked down at him, blushing deeply. I understood what he wanted me to do, I hesitated for a moment, keeping my thighs tightly pressed together, hoping I could find the strength to resist his advances. He nudged Escort cevizli his fingers between my thighs a bit more forcefully, and I relented.Very slowly, I spread my legs slightly, allowing his hand to move further up my inner thigh until he reached my pussy. My face felt as if it were on fire I was blushing so deeply. I understood that I was being teased; I stood there spreading my legs for my son to access my most private parts, much as he did the previous evening. But somehow this was different, kneeling in front of me, my son was instructing me to stand there, as he slowly touched me. It was a demonstration of his unique control over me, and a verification that I was powerless to resist him. He seemed so damn confident and in control at the moment.He ran his fingers up and down my slit, paying particular attention to my now erect and sensitive clitoris. I stood there, biting my lower lip. I would make a slight moan involuntarily every time he his fingers contacted my clitoris. “You are very wet, mom” He started to slide his fingers inside of me.“Eric, please, I beg you…..we can’t do this….. I don’t want you to do this” I panted. But rather than push his hands away from me, I squatted down ever so slightly to give him better access to my vagina. I knew then, as I am forced to admit now, that my physical actions of encouragement again contradicted my words of discouragement.Standing with my legs apart while squatting slightly to open myself up to my son was difficult and I started to topple forward a bit. I I reached out and balanced myself by placing each of my hands on his shoulders as his fingers found my wet opening and entered me for yet another exploration of my womanhood. He was right; I was wet, very wet. He quickly had one, then two fingers inside me. He again curled his two fingers back towards himself, deep inside me, massaging the front wall of my uterus, deep inside me at my g-spot. I was responding just as he hoped, or knew, I would.I found myself squatting deeper and opening my legs wider, all the while begging him to stop, “Oh, baby, please, don’t do this.,,,”. But I did not try to actually stop him. As much as I knew I should, I could not bring myself to attempt to push away or remove his hand. I do not know if it was the pleasure of his touch, or my need to submit to his instruction that kept me from attempting to stop this assault on my pussy; probably both. I just know that I did not or could not do anything to stop, or even discourage my son.I was becoming very aroused. I could feel the orgasm was building up inside of me.After a few moments, I pleaded quite unconvincingly, “Eric, please. You’re going to make me cum. Eric, please we cannot do this again.” I was rocking my hips in a synchronized motion to the internal massage Eric was giving my vagina, continuing to steady myself by holding on to his massive shoulders, balancing as I squatted deeper and deeper to allow my son full access to my very wet, and very open pussy. I wanted to stop, I knew I should pull away, but I simply could not. I was indeed responding to my son’s touch and instructions. Eric, much like his father, knew exactly how to touch me for the greatest response, both emotionally and physically. He seemed to sense the erotic effect his mild dominance and humiliation would have on me. Again, he was his father’s son!After several minutes of taking me to the brink, Eric withdrew his fingers from my pussy, and stood up. I had been on the verge of a massive climax, just moments away from cumming violently with Eric’s fingers inside me. I wanted to cum; I needed to cum. I wanted to beg him to touch me again, to finish the job he had started. But I did not. But in my shame, I knew that Eric knew how close he had me.

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