As I sat at my desk, staring at the blank page before me, the memories of my phone sex incest fantasy flooded back.

The fantasy starts like this: It had been a hot summer afternoon when my son, Steven, walked into my office without knocking, as he often did. He was sixteen years old then, tall and lanky, with a mop of dark hair falling over his eyes.

“Mom?” he said hesitantly, shifting from one foot to the other. “I need to talk to you about something.”

My heart raced as I looked at him, my mind racing ahead to what he could want to discuss with me. Was it about school? Girls? Drugs? The possibilities were endless, but none prepared me for what came next.

“It’s about this…thing,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he gestured downward. I followed his gaze and saw that Steven’s eyes were locked on the growing bulge in his pants. My breath caught in my throat as realization dawned upon me.

“Steven…” I started, my voice shaky as I tried to find the right words. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath before answering. “It’s…it’s getting bigger, Mom. And it hurts sometimes. Like when I sit down or if I bump into something.” He looked up at me then, his eyes pleading for understanding and help.

I felt a wave of protectiveness wash over me as I stood up and walked around the desk to stand beside him. Placing my hand gently on his shoulder, I tried to reassure him.

“It’s normal, Steven,” I said softly. “You’re growing up, becoming a man.” But even as I spoke those words, another part of me trembled at the thought of what that meant for both of us.

Over the next few weeks, we talked about everything related to his changing body – hormones, masturbation, wet dreams, and yes, even erections. As a mother, it was my duty to guide him through this confusing time in his life, but as I watched him struggle with his newfound desires, part of me wondered if I wasn’t the one who needed guidance more than he did.

One evening, Steven came into my office again after we had finished dinner. This time, however, he didn’t look embarrassed or hesitant; instead, there was a hint of determination in his eyes as he closed the door behind him.

“Mom,” he said, his voice steady and clear, “I need your help.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” I replied, trying to hide the pounding of my heart beneath the calmness of my words. What could he possibly want now?

He took a deep breath before answering. “It’s about…this thing. The erections. They happen more often, and it hurts when they go away.” He looked up at me then, his eyes pleading for relief as much as help.

I swallowed hard, my mind racing ahead to what he might be asking of me. Was he asking for a condom? A doctor’s appointment? Or something…more intimate?

“Steven…” I began slowly, searching for the right words. “What do you want me to do?”

He hesitated for a moment before answering. “Could…could you touch it? Just so I know what it feels like?”

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him, my mind reeling from his request. Touch his penis? As his mother? But then again, wasn’t that part of my job description now – to guide him through this new phase of his life?

“All right,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “But we need to talk about it first.”

Over the next few hours, we discussed everything related to male anatomy and sexuality – from erections and ejaculation to pleasure and pain. As I explained each concept in detail, I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused by the thought of what was about to happen between us.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Steven stood up and unbuttoned his jeans, revealing his now fully erect penis. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at it, both repulsed and fascinated by its size and shape.

“Are you ready?” he asked tentatively, his eyes locked onto mine.

I nodded, feeling a mix of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. Taking a deep breath, I reached out and gently grasped the base of his penis with one hand, marveling at how warm and smooth it felt against my skin.

As I stroked him slowly, his eyes rolled back in pleasure, and he let out a soft moan of satisfaction. For a moment, I almost pulled away, feeling guilty for causing him such pleasure when I knew that doing so would only lead to more pain later on. But then again, wasn’t this part of growing up, too? Learning to deal with both the good and bad aspects of life?

Slowly, inch by inch, Steven grew closer and closer to climax until finally, he cried out in ecstasy as his hips bucked forward and hot cum sprayed across my face. As I stood there, covered in my son’s semen, part of me died inside while another part was reborn – a newfound understanding of what it meant to be both mother and lover.

And so, in my fantasy, it was the beginning of our secret affair, one that I think of often. And even now, as I sit here writing this fantasy, I can feel my pussy getting wet.

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