virgin son

I was driving down the street leading to my house, almost home. It was a quiet neighborhood with many wealthy families. I noticed the street was a little busier than usual tonight. Most noticeably, there were the luxury cars parked in front of my neighbor's house, across the street.

I pulled into the driveway and carefully parked in the garage. Then I carefully and slowly drove out to the garage door to check the car for anything unusual; such a lovely car was very important to me. I watched from across the street as a handsome young couple emerged from their house.

The young man was wearing an elegant black tuxedo, and the beautiful girl he was dating was wearing a seductive low-cut dress. From a close distance, across the street, I could see her cleavage. As I watched them get into their car, my mind drifted back to the previous year when my son Kyle went to his prom.

My son Kyle was a handsome young man. He was 510cm tall, about 160 pounds, blond, and had deep blue eyes. He was of average build, not really athletic. In fact, he was captain of the debate team.

Prom was really important to him. He brought his high school girlfriend. They'd been dating longer than I could remember. For at least two months, we talked about prom every night. From what color clothes to wear, and whose car to use, and so on. Until the night before prom, Kyle showed signs of nervousness.

I asked him what was wrong, and after some probing, he told me he planned to ask his girlfriend for sex on prom night. He ended his virginity through this relationship.

I was surprised because I assumed he had already slept with his girlfriend. He asked me about my views on sex as a woman. What should I tell him?

I've always kept my sex life a secret. He doesn't know I'm dating two women; I'm bisexual, and the other is his sister. After a while, I offered some advice.

I told him to be gentle and considerate, and to take it slow. Never "get what you want and then ignore her."

I urged him to use protection. I also firmly reminded him that I wasn't ready to have grandchildren yet. My grandmother. That night, I took him to the corner pharmacy and asked him to buy a box of condoms himself.

That evening, on the sofa in the living room, I asked him if he knew how to use a condom. He said he had never used one. So I tore open a condom package, asked him to stick out two fingers, squeezed the air out of the condom, put it on his two fingers, and slowly rolled it down...

The long-awaited college prom night arrived, and my son looked so handsome in his tuxedo. He wore a beautiful dress, holding hands with a pretty girl on a date, such a wonderful occasion.

I took many pictures, but I think he looked better in front of me. A bit conservative. I remember kissing Kyle on the cheek as he was leaving, reminding him to be gentle and tender with her.

That night, I spent all my time trying to find something to do. I don't often spend the night alone. My daughter, Lacey, usually comes home from college on weekends, but she was staying in her dorm to study for finals. I waited for Kyle to come home to see how things were going.

I lay in bed, reading a boring book while waiting for him to return.

When I heard the garage door open and close, I looked at my watch; it was almost 11 p.m. I had expected Kyle to be home after midnight.

"Kyle, Lacey, is that you?" I called out.

"Yes, it's my mom," Kyle replied, his voice a little melancholy.

"Honey! Is something wrong?" I asked.

He was standing in my bedroom doorway, leaning against the doorframe. The expression on his face reminded me of the sad look on his face when his puppy was hit by a car when he was a child. His hair was as perfect as when he left, his tuxedo looked freshly ironed, and he was still wearing his bow tie.

Clearly, his desire to lose his virginity hadn't been resolved. I patted the space on my bed, and as he sat down, I asked, "Want to talk to Mom?"

"Nothing to talk about, Mom," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out an unopened condom.

"I think I don't need this anymore." He told me about the evening: the prom at the hotel, the lavish dinner, how beautiful his girlfriend looked. Then he told me the unfortunate bad news.

After the prom, as everyone started to leave, his girlfriend told him she had something important to discuss with him.

She said she felt Kyle needed to find other "experiences." She said college was about learning through experience, and both of them needed to make new friends. She had already met a young man in her class and had sex with him.

She also felt she owed Kyle a prom, and now that she had fulfilled that "request," they shouldn't see each other anymore, but could still be friends.

I hugged Kyle tightly, burying his face in my chest. I knew he was hurt.

"Don't be sad, honey. Is there anything I can do for you? Shall I get you a drink or a snack?"

I knew he wasn't in the mood for anything, but I just wanted to help him get rid of his longing for her.

"No, thank you. I'm fine except for the fact that I'm still an 18-year-old virgin," he said sarcastically.

Kyle leaned against the bedside table, grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV. He found his channel and watched a late-night comedy. He chuckled occasionally, so I figured his heartbreak wasn't too bad.

I put a pillow next to him and sat down beside him. I was wearing a green, low-cut, strappy slip dress with a green thong; the slip dress revealed my underwear. I wrapped the sheet around my waist, lay down on the pillow, and started watching the comedy with him.

I glanced at Kyle's pants and saw his crotch begin to bulge. I glanced at Kyle's eyes and saw he was staring at my chest. My bra strap had slipped down to my right breast, exposing my entire nipple. After a moment, I checked to see what he was looking at.

From Kyle's angle, I knew he could clearly see my entire right breast, including my pink, strawberry-like nipple.

I glanced sideways at Kyle's pants; his crotch was taut. I could imagine his penis pressing against his zipper. My heart started racing as I tried to comfort him after his breakup, and many possible thoughts flooded my mind, including replacing his girlfriend with sex.

I was surprised at how long it had been since my vagina had been penetrated by a man's penis. More than two years, definitely, since my divorce from his father!

I looked back into Kyle's eyes. He was still staring at my breast. At that moment, I made up my mind that whatever the future held for Kyle and me, I would let things unfold naturally.

"Kyle! Want to touch it?" I asked him, looking at my breast.

He jumped in surprise. He looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, Mom, I just..."

I interrupted him, "Honey! Reach out and touch it."

He just sat there staring. I knew he wanted to know if I was serious.

I took his hand and slowly slid it down my shirt, placing his warm fingers on my breast. The moment his hand touched my nipple, he froze, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight down to me.

"Kyle! Touch it slowly, gently," I whispered to him. His hands began to envelop my breasts like bra cups, slowly, gently squeezing my nipples.

I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. I removed Kyle's hands from my breasts and began to undress him, first untying his tie, then his shirt buttons.

Within seconds, Kyle was lying next to me in only his loose athletic shorts. His penis was as hard as a rock, eager to emerge. I pulled my thin slip dress over my head. I loved the feel of the fabric sliding against my nipples.

I tossed the sheet wrapped around my waist onto the floor. He looked at my green thong, then turned back to me.

"Want to end your virginity?" I asked him.

"Really? Are you serious about giving it to me?" Kyle said in a trembling voice.

I pulled down my thong and held it to his nose. He inhaled deeply, and I saw his penis begin to throb.

“Take it off,” I said, pointing to his athletic shorts. He took them off, and his penis sprang out of the tight waistband. Perhaps it was because I hadn’t seen a man’s penis in years, but it was much larger than I had imagined.

I reached between his legs and touched his testicles, gently tracing the folds of his scrotum with my fingernails, then lightly pinching the two testicles.

“Ah…ah…ah…” Kyle groaned, staring into my eyes, then turning to look at my breasts.

“Baby! Just relax and lie down, Mommy wants you to feel good.” I wrapped my fingers around the foreskin wrapped around his glans and slowly began to stroke it up and down. Kyle’s breathing became rapid.

My nipples hardened and protruded from my breasts. I guided my breasts to his mouth. Kyle froze again. I put my nipple between his lips and said, “Darling! Suck Mommy’s nipple.”

Kyle wasted no time and sucked my nipple into his mouth. His warm tongue flicked up and down my nipple, and my vagina began to tremble. Excitement surged within me.

He held my other breast in his hand, gently squeezing it. I looked at my son's penis. It seemed to be begging for my attention. I knelt down, straddling my son's waist with one leg. I saw a few drops of pre-coital semen glistening from his glans.

I bent down and licked the semen flowing from the tip of his urethra, tasting its slightly salty flavor. It tasted so good! I had missed this taste of a man for so many years. I put his penis in my mouth and sucked.

"Ah--oh--, Mom, I'm sorry, I came." Kyle began to groan, his legs trembling.

I swallowed all of his semen, and his limp penis slid out of my mouth as I reached down, running my nails along his scrotum, trying to make it hard again.

"It's okay, every virgin's first time is pretty much the same."

"But---I ejaculated inside your mouth and made you swallow it."

"It's fine, that's what I wanted, but Kyle, next time if you don't ejaculate in my mouth, let me know when you feel like you're about to." I demanded.

I played with his testicles in his scrotum, sucking on his penis for a few minutes. Kyle grabbed my shoulders and held his newly erect penis.

"Mom! This time I want to use your pussy..." he gasped.

I waited until his penis stopped throbbing, then straddled it until my opening was against his glans.

"Sweetheart! Are you ready to be my godmother?" I asked. He nodded and placed his hands on my chest. I reached behind me, grabbed his penis, aimed it at my opening, and slowly lowered myself down until I felt his glans, his penis opening my tunnel and entering.

My vagina was already wet, and for me, having sex with my son was becoming increasingly exciting. I began to transfer my weight onto his penis.

I felt his glans push aside my labia and then slide into my waiting vagina. I lay down, letting him press against me until I felt the head of his penis touch the very end of my vagina. The folds of flesh around my vagina pressed tightly against the shaft of his penis.

He pressed down on me and began pumping in and out of my hole like a pump. I raised my thighs and held them with my hands, watching his penis, covered in my milky white vaginal fluid, as it withdrew from my hole. I watched him push it back into my vagina, stretching his urethra and forcing my vaginal walls apart.

"Ah--ah--ah--oh, Mom, it feels so good inside!" Kyle gasped.

"Baby! I know it's warm and wet inside, it feels good, you've already come once, no need to rush. Slowly enjoy the pleasure Mom gives you." I said calmly to him.

He thrust into my vulva beautifully. I could feel his testicles slapping against my anus as he penetrated, his pubic hair stimulating my clitoris. I felt that burning desire rising in my vagina again. My vaginal walls tightened, and suddenly I had another orgasm. As he continued thrusting, I felt the fluid from my orgasm dripping onto my anus.

"Kyle! Tell me how it feels to fuck your mom." I asked him.

He said, "Oh, Mom, it's wet, warm, and smoother than silk." Kyle groaned.

I used both hands to stroke his chest and back up and down, then from behind his arms down. I watched Kyle close his eyes, feeling his penis harden again inside my vagina.

"Baby! You're not a virgin anymore, and Mom's tired. Just cum inside Mom, let's get closer."

This time I was so tired I could only lie straight on the bed, begging him to cum quickly, occasionally clenching my vagina, rhythmically contracting and sucking his penis, letting the glans clearly feel the friction of the vaginal walls.

Suddenly Kyle groaned loudly.

"Ah...ah...ugh...I'm going to cum—ah!" I could feel his explosive ejaculation; his semen covered my entire vaginal space and overflowed into my anus, creating a puddle between my legs. I pulled him on top of me, while his buttocks continued to thrust into my numb, tingling vagina.

Kyle finally collapsed on top of me, completely relaxed. I could feel his penis slip out of my vagina. Then, I watched as our mixed fluids soaked my entire bed.

As we lay there, I held him. I felt utterly sexually satisfied.

That night, my bed was soaked, and I had to sleep in his room. When we woke up the next morning, I felt regretful. Why hadn't I taken advantage of my son a few years earlier, after divorcing my husband?

But on the bright side, our story of pleasure was far from over.

The End.

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