"Aerobic Erotics"
 
"Okay, ladies, let's cool down with a couple of stretches."  
I hopped onto my tiptoes and reached for the sky, unconsciously 
thrusting my small but high-riding breasts forward.  My nipples 
puckered in the cool breeze from the air conditioning vent which 
I had strategically aimed my way before starting the aerobics class. 
"Now bounce downwards until you touch the floor.  That's right. 
Bounce, two, three, four, bounce, two..."
     
The spandex dug between my legs as I finished up the exercise 
session, massaging me in the most intimate places.  A wave of red 
heat rippled through my body.  Fortunately, the students would think 
it was just the flush from too much exercise.
     
"All right, ladies," I said.  "That's it until Wednesday."  The 
aerobics class broke up quickly as the women hurried to the locker 
room to fight over the showers.
     
An era-splitting wolf whistle sliced the air.  I turned, ready 
to scold some insensitive husband or boyfriend.  (A lot of guys get 
off on watching my work-out classes).  Instead, I found myself 
looking at my nineteen-year old son, Danny.  I'd forgotten that I'd 
asked him pick me up after class while my car was in the shop.  
"Looking good, Mom," he said.  I couldn't scold him.  I was pretty 
proud of what teaching aerobics had done for my body, and I was 
pleased that my son had noticed my firm new figure.
     
I didn't get a chance to shower before I left the studio.  As 
I rode home in Danny's small car, I became increasingly aware of the 
smell of my own body.  I could also feel a sticky spot forming in my 
crotch where the leotard cut into my pussy, sharply outlining the 
fleshy outer lips of my cunt.  What was it about getting all hot and 
sweaty that made me want to get even hotter and sweatier?  
I fidgeted in my seat as quick fantasies flashed across the screen 
of my mind.  When my husband died two years ago, I thought I'd never 
be interested in men again.  For the last couple of months, however, 
I couldn't seem to think of anything except men.
    
 "Penny for your thoughts," Danny said.
     
I glanced at my clean-cut college boy, an engineering major 
with clear blue eyes and short dark-blond hair.  He was the spitting 
image of his father at that age, and I found myself wondering if 
he'd inherited the famous family schlong.
    
 "Mom?" Danny said.  "Earth to Mom."
     
"Oh, um, nothing," I said hastily.  "My mind was a blank."
     
Just then, he pulled up in front of our house.  Instead of 
getting out of the car, he turned to look me squarely in the eye.  
"Then how come you were looking at my crotch?" he asked.
    
 "I wasn't...I...I..."
 
"I know you've had a lot on your mind since Dad died," he said. 
 
 "Why don't we talk about it inside?"
     
I bit my trembling lower lip as I stole another glance at the 
bulge packing his jeans.  I knew what had me hot and bothered, but 
I'd figured that Danny had plenty of beautiful young girlfriends 
eager to explore his luscious body.  Apparently, I'd figured wrong.  
As we shared a glass of wine, Danny told me how frustrating it was 
to major in a subject still dominated by nerds and Neanderthals.  
According to him, the only girls in his classes who didn't already 
have boyfriends were two outrageous sluts.  "Cheryl and Lara are 
very social when it comes to disease," he explained.
     
Still hot and sweaty, I found myself peeling out of my leotards 
without really thinking about it.  Dressed in nothing except a 
cotton sports bra and a pair of sweat-stained white panties, 
I quietly opened my arms to my son.  He came to me eagerly, pulling 
me into a rough embrace.  Closing my eyes, I inhaled his clean, 
masculine scent.  I didn't know it, but I was already at the point 
of no return.
     
We kissed, our tongues entwining gently.  Danny used his tongue 
to explore the interior of my mouth with the delicacy of a dedicated 
gourmet.  I sucked lightly on the curled-up tip of his tongue, 
enjoying the crisp taste of his breath.  A shiver of pleasure went 
through me as I rotated my hips against his cock-bulge in a quick 
bump-and-grind.
     
He reached behind me, skillfully unhooking my bra.  When he 
dropped it to the floor, my tits tumbled free, the nipples standing 
up so hard that tiny goose bumps formed on my rosy areolae.  Danny 
licked his lips, then bent to slather his tongue around my sensitive 
nips.  I sighed with pleasure, arching my back to feed him my 
breasts.  "Those college girls don't know what they're missing," 
I said.
     
Danny didn't answer.  He was too busy inching down my cotton 
panties to expose my firm butt cheeks and the wispy blonde hair of 
my pussy mound.  If he'd ever suspected that his mother dyed her 
hair, he now had evidence that it wasn't true.  I undulated my hips, 
inviting him to take a closer look at my golden-furred muff.
     
He knelt, sticking out his tongue and flicking it across my 
flat belly like a snake.  I began to sway like an erotic dancer, 
bouncing my pussy-bush softly against his lips.  He licked the vee 
between my thighs with long, careful strokes calculated to tease me 
to the limit.  I whimpered softly as he slurped up the blushing 
wattles of my labia so that he could nibble gently on my tender 
inner flesh.  I grabbed his strong shoulders with both hands, 
squeezing his powerful young muscles, as I tried to maintain my 
balance.
     
"Ummmm," he said, tickling the inside of my thighs with his hot 
breath.  Rolling up his agile tongue, he insinuated it between my 
pussy lips so that he could explore my private love canyon.
     
"Lick my cunt," I whispered.  "Suck me dry!"  It had been so 
long since I'd felt a man's tongue on my twat!  And now it was my 
own son who was eating me out like a hot, stuffed taco.
     
He responded by thrusting his tongue into the wet, open hole of 
my long-denied pussy.  A rainbow of sparkles flickered through my 
cunt as he slowly and sloppily began to slurp out my free-flowing 
juices.  My hips moved faster and faster, as if Iwere playing with 
a hula hoop.  It felt so good!  Against my own will, I emitted a 
series of animal-like cries and grunts.
     
Suddenly, I went stiff all over.  I gripped Danny's head with 
both hands, holding it in place with his tongue stuck high in my 
pussy.  Then, with a real scream, I exploded in violent release.  My 
knees wobbled dangerously as I came, forcing Danny to grip my butt 
hard so I wouldn't fall down.  For over two minutes we were frozen 
in place, with my spasming pussy vibrating around my son's talented 
tongue.
     
I must have filled Danny's mouth with a gallon of fresh female 
oyster sauce.  He sucked and slurped, making crude noises of obvious 
enjoyment.  When he finally took his face from my pussy long enough 
to catch some air, I could see the streaks from my love juices 
smeared across his face.  Before I could bend down to wipe them 
away, he stuck out his tongue and carefully licked himself off.
     
Still shivering from the power of my orgasm, I slipped bare-
assed to the carpeted floor.  Danny grunted in pleasure as I buried 
my face in his crotch so that I could verify that the knob of his 
cock reached past his belly button.  The years seemed to disappear 
as I remembered how I had relaxed the muscles in the back of my 
throat in order to swallow his father's impressive organ.  Moaning 
softly, I let the saliva pool in my mouth and then proceeded to wet 
his humongous prick for the feast.
     
"Jeez, you're a cocksucker, too," Danny said.  The way he said 
it made it sounded like my skills came as a pleasant surprise.  
Whimpering softly, he rolled his hips, aiming the head of his cock 
at the back of my throat.  I continued to suck, taking him down 
inch by careful inch.  When I felt the knob of his prick wedging 
into my gullet, I knew I'd succeeded.
     
He filled my mouth so tightly that it was hard to move my 
tongue around in there.  However, I somehow managed to keep my 
tongue dancing.  Danny moaned as I swirled it around his stupendous 
weapon, forcing him to twitch like he was seconds away from cumming. 
For a few minutes, I was certain I was going to get a full load of 
his male goo.  But Danny had something else in mind.
     
"Now that I'm all slicked up, I'd really like to fuck you," he 
whispered, stumbling over the words a little, as if he was afraid of 
what I'd say.
 
Something kicked deep inside of me, as I imagined what it would 
feel like to be truly, honestly, magnificently filled with a big, 
hard cock again.  I slurped my lips up the length of his shaft, 
reluctantly spitting him out.  "Yes, I think I'd like that, too," 
I admitted when my mouth was free.
     
He rolled me onto my back, and I spread my legs wide.  Danny 
paused for a moment so he could study my blond-furred twat.  Then he 
climbed on top of me, his big cock poking into my flat belly.  I 
shifted my hips underneath him to savor the weight of a male body on 
mine.
     
Positioning the head of his juiced-up prick past the entrance 
to my pussy, he grunted and thrusted in.  I moaned as he plunged 
into me, his long, fat rod twisting and turning.  My mouth still 
aching from the sheer size of him, I writhed my ass underneath him 
to get the maximum impact from his rock-hard pole.  One leg kicked 
high into the air and then bent loosely around his waist, so that 
I could feel the muscles working in his back.
     
"Harder," I begged.  "Harder.  Don't hold back!"
     
My son stroked in and out of me with the intensity of a 
hurricane, his cock stirring me up from the inside out. It wasn't 
long before I was wet and sloppy again, quivering from my second 
orgasm.  Danny groaned as my cunt muscles squeezed his hot rod.  
I could feel my face go all distorted seconds before I exploded.  
Half-laughing, half-crying, I yielded to a third explosion and then 
a fourth.  Suddenly, all the spasmodic contractions seemed to 
trigger each other, and I found myself the yelling, screaming, 
groaning center of a genuine multiple orgasm.
     
And still Danny's young cock didn't explode.  How did he 
control himself amid the firestorm of my climaxing cunt?  I bit my 
lips as I slowly brought myself back to reality, my whole body 
utterly relaxed and dripping with sweat.  I could only whimper a 
weak protest as Danny slowly withdrew his still-hard cock from my 
wet pussy, "What about you?"
     
He gave me a wicked grin that seemed to light up everything 
inside of me.  "Roll over," he said.
     
What the hell.  I flipped onto my belly and wriggled my ass in 
the air as new excitement rippled through my body.  Closing my eyes, 
I concentrated on the feeling of Danny's fingers spreading the 
cheeks of my ass.
     
He tongued roughly at the entrance to my asshole for a minute 
or two, but it was the cunt-cream from our prolonged fuck that made 
his big cock slick enough to slip inside my tightest hole.  
I twisted underneath him, my hands slapping the carpeted floor, as 
he sank into me inch by tantalizing inch.  If I thought I'd been 
filled to my limit before, I was wrong.  My mouth might be stretched 
out and my cunt might be fucked out, but it was my asshole that was 
experiencing the full force of my son's incredible erection.  I 
didn't hold back the yelps of pleasure as I slid into yet another 
orgasm, this time a strange shivery cum that started somewhere deep 
in my bowels.
     
I was such a tight fit for my son's cock that I was squeezing 
on his rod like a custom-made leather glove squeezing a hand.  There 
was no way he'd maintain his iron control this time.  No way in 
hell.  As he stiffened and yelped, I knew I'd succeeded.  For the 
first time in longer than I remember, a good-looking young stud was 
cumming inside my eager body.  And for the very first time, that 
young man was my own son.  But even then we both knew it wouldn't be 
the last time we enjoyed our sexuality together.
 
The End
 
 
 
 
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