My husband was a fucking bastard. He beat me until I finally divorced him. But the one thing he had was a big cock and he abused my nipples to the point that I loved having them pulled and twisted. If it wasn't for his mean spirit when he was drunk and the physical abuse. I had a son by the fucker and as he grew he resembled his dad more and more. I didn't want to be in another relationship and rarely dated so I had my toys to keep me satisfied. Because of my found nipple fetish I don't ever wear a bra. When my son was 14 I happened to walk in on him as he was getting out of the shower. I glanced down and his cock was a spitting image of his dad's but just a little smaller. I imagined it would grow as he got older. That's about the time I noticed he looked at my tits a lot. That weirdly turned me on when I caught him staring. A few times his eyes stayed on them a little too long. Almost anything gets my nipples hard and I have certain shirts that rub them just right and makes them stand out. I started wearing them more and more as he grew. When he was 17 he went to a school dance and when he came home I could tell he was drunk. I was in the kitchen washing dishes when he walked in. I smelled the beer on him and he must have been really drunk. His eyes landed on my tits and when I turned back to the sink and started washing the plates I felt him against my back. When I asked him what he was doing his hands reached around and cupped my tits. I said it wasn't appropriate and that's when his fingers found my nipples. He squeezed and my pussy twitched. He pushed his crotch against me. I waited a little too long to pull his hands away and almost didn't. I took his hands and started to pull them away from my tits but his fingers held on to my nips. He wasn't letting go. Again I asked him what he was doing and he said "Your tits are so much nicer than my girlfriend's, and you must know that you make my cock hard. I pulled one last time and finally pulled his hands away.

I turned around to tell him to go away and as soon as I was facing him he leaned in and kissed me. His hands were on the back of my head and wasn't letting me pull away. Then his tongue pushed past my lips and he ground his cock against me again. I was only wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt so I could feel his bulge. He finally broke the kiss and when I tried to tell him this was not appropriate he spun me back around and pulled my hands behind me. He was really strong and I couldn't break his hole on my hands as he moved me over to the table and bent me over. He was holding me in one hand and his other hand was pulling my sweats down. I kept telling him no but he ignored me. I thought about screaming, but nobody would hear me and besides I was sort of enjoying it. Other than the beatings I really missed the rough sex. Too many men are afraid to play rough. I was bent over and when he shoved his cock in me I came almost immediately. My arms relaxed and he let my wrists go. I grabbed the other side of the table and told him to fuck me harder. He did and I was fucking loving it.

I've only had three other men besides my husband and none of them could satisfy me but this son of mine, as dirty as this was, fucked me like no other man had, not even my husband. Even drunk he fucked like a porn star. I told him we should go to the bedroom. I was naked by the time we got to the bedroom. He quickly stripped and I laid on the end of the bed with my legs raised. He didn't waste any time and shoved his cock back in me. He fucked me for the next 10 minutes and when I put his hands on my tits and said to use my nips he pulled and twisted and made me cum two more times before he said he was going to cum. I had him pull out and rest for a minute. H told him to lay on the bed. I mounted him in a 69 position and took his big cock in my mouth. I tasted his pre-cum as it was flowing pretty well. I felt like I was back on my honeymoon and when he was ready to cum I shoved my finger in his ass. He came hard in my mouth and I took it all.

Afterwards I told him it was wrong and we both got caught up in the moment. I said it could never happen again. He was a real man about it and said I was right. And it didn't happen again. At least for two weeks. That Friday night I brought home a case of beer and decided he was man enough to have a drink with his mom. We nearly polished off the case when I saw him staring at my tits again. This time though I didn't wait for him to sneak up on me. I told him I was good with him looking, then I bent down and unzipped his pants. I sucked him dry again and after he came we both relaxed in each other's arms. About a half hour later I took his cock back in my mouth. When he was hard I stood and stripped. I knelt on the carpet and told him to fuck me like he did before. He didn't hesitate and plunged into me. I let him fuck me for about 15 minutes then told him to finger fuck my ass. He was fingering me and I was like a school girl having her first fuck. He was a fucking stud and hard as a rock inside me. After I had cum a couple of times I asked him if he felt like an adventure. When he said he was I told him to fuck my ass. He slowly worked his cock into my ass. My husband used to do this but he fucked my ass without any lubrication or tenderness. My son was different. His cock felt great in my ass and as he fucked my ass my pussy got wetter and wetter. I actually came from him fucking my ass. That was a first. When he said he was about to cum I told him to give it all to me. He came in my ass until it oozed out past his cock. At some point after that I passed out. When I woke up the next morning I was naked laying next to my naked son. He was spooning me and I felt his morning wood between my legs. It was pressed against my pussy and I Thought about having him fuck me right then, but I knew I could make him cum quickly if I sucked him so I turned around and bent down and took him in my mouth. My husband said I sucked better than any of his past bitches and I'll boast a little about my sucking skills. I made him cum in less than two minutes as he was waking up.

He's now 23 and still lives at home. He has a good job and a nice girlfriend but sometimes on Friday nights I'll bring home a case of beer and we do our thing. She is none the wiser and hopefully it'll be many more years before he gets married and moves out. Until then I'll enjoy the best fucking of my life.