Wrestling With Mom

I don’t know why seeing my 19-year-old hunky stud of a son just home from wrestling practice made me so horny, but my inner clock had been ticking loudly as of late. I wanted my son’s baby. And if I had to oil wrestle him naked on the kitchen floor to get it, I would.

I never thought I’d be one of “those mothers” who seduced their own sons’, but I was now.

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“Here,” I said, handing him the bottle of oil. “Rub it all over me.”

“Mom! But why?” He stammered, taking the oil.

“Because I'm going to wrestle my son. I'm going to show my son how it's really done.”

Jimmy looked at me dubiously, but did as I asked him. His hands were cold at first, but then both of us warmed up as he rubbed the oil all over my body.

“My breasts, too.” I reminded him.

My breath hitched as my son gently grasped my large, pendulous breasts in his large, meaty hands and began massaging. It felt so good I never wanted him to stop. But we had a match to start.

“Good.” I said as I was completely oiled up. “Now take off your clothes! All of them!” I commanded.

My pussy juices mixed freely with the oil and the air was scented with my light perfume.

I watched eagerly as my son pulled off his top, revealing his hardened, muscular chest and abs. But when it came time for his speedos, he turned away.

“Turn around and show mommy,” I said, my voice sounding like anything but my own.

“I…I can't…”

“Of course you can, dear,” I said, turning him by the shoulder.

“Oh!” I put my hands to my mouth. “Oh my!” My pussy squirted a little when I saw what my son was packing. “That's…oh God, son…”