0 comments/ 31332 views/ 11 favorites One Hot Night By: devle God, I want her. The boy thought watching as the object of his obsession laughed and talked with her friends across the grassy circle. "Come on, Asher." His friend said pulling Asher up to stand beside him. "Coach says five miles." Asher groaned aloud. It was times like these when he wondered why he had ever joined the cross country team. The girl of his dreams, Heather, was not on the team she was a regular track member so they never got a chance to work out together. It was only now when the entire school track team was together for stretching that he got to see her. She was leaning over her dark brown hair fell over her shoulder as she stretched. Damn, he was being a pussy. He should just go talk to her, what could it hurt? Only his pride. With a sigh he turned away from her and began to run alongside his friend. A few months later. Fucking prom, Asher groaned. Once again he had pussied out and taken another girl. Oh, he supposed that he wasn't a total dork with black hair that was always a bit on the long side and green eyes. This girl Amy had snapped him up fast enough. But he looked with longing eyes at the one girl he really wanted to be with. She was in this sexy red dress that had these double slits which revealed her sexy legs and, oh christ, he saw a glimpse of her lace topped thigh highs. Fuck, to be the one with his arms around her, to have her undivided attention the whole night. He couldn't imagine how it would be. Heather had arrived with a date a short guy who looked ridiculous next to her. She was so pretty posing for the pictures with her hair done up in curls and pulled back from her face. What surprised and secretly pleased him was that her date showed little interest in her and she went to hang out with her friends. Once her friend, Kara was it?, was pulling her along by the hand and they both passed by him rather quickly but Heather had seen him standing by his date and she had smiled softly in recognition. He had that to live on for the next year. The end of senior year. Strange that the only thing that pained him was not the friendships he would be leaving behind but the one girl that he never had the balls to ask out. Well shit, it was June now and he decided to make one last ditch effort. Composing a note he slipped it into her track bag when they were at their last meet. He waited nervously watching her from afar waiting to see when she would read his note. Finally the moment came when she reached into her bag when they were on the bus. He sat behind her on the opposite side of the bus to make sure he could see her. Heather's brown eyes widened in surprise as she pulled out the piece of paper. A smile lit up her face as she read the note. Asher drank in the sight of her. Heather placed the note back into her bag. What a joke, Heather thought a little sadly. This had to be a joke. No one ever looked at her she was too plain. Brown hair, brown eyes, ordinary features and an ordinary body. Maybe one of her friends had done this as a little senior prank. But there lay a hint of doubt in Heather's mind. The note sounded so sincere. Heather, I just wanted to tell you how much I like you. How much I admire you from afar. I guess you think that I'm a dork for not telling you in person but what can I say? I really like you and I just wanted you to know. There was no name on it. So who the hell was this from? Graduation day. When Asher saw Heather walk across the stage wearing a gold tassle about her neck to prove how smart she was he'd never felt prouder. Yet he was sad too as he watched her being hussled away from the stage and then she was gone. He knew then that he had lost his chance. Four years later. "Shit, it's hot." Heather said aloud to herself. Home from college after graduation Heather was back with her family for the summer. Some things never change. Like these hot summer nights. Nothing took the heat away. Her parents' house didn't have air conditioning and her car didn't have it either so Heather unable to sleep had done the next best thing. Cruising the highway at midnight with her windows rolled down and the T-tops off going no less than eighty Heather began to feel a bit of relief. Her thin cotton Victoria's Secret Lingere top was sticking to her chest and shoulders. Thank god she had the foresight to wear her short sleep shorts instead of the coordinating pants that went with the top. Nothing could ruin her good mood now that she was feeling a little cooler. "Oh, SHIT!" Heather saw the familiar red and blue lights flashing behind her car. She was busted for sure. Fucking cops, she thought pulling over to the right. Nervously Heather fumbled for her purse pulling out her license and registration. She'd never got a ticket before. There was a first time for everything she thought morosely. The cop shot a bright beam of light into her face from his flashlight, blinding her. There was a silent moment before the cop cleared his throat and asked for her shit. He took it in his large scarred hands flashing the light over her license. Well fuck me, if it wasn't his little obsession Heather in the flesh. My, my she had certainly changed, Asher shone the flashlight on her again. What the hell was she doing driving so fast, and wearing so little he noticed. "Excuse me ma'm, do you realize how fast you were going?" He tried to pull his best cop voice on her while trying not to notice the way her breasts swelled against the cotton of her tank top. Her skin shone with a sheen of sweat that he wanted desperately to lick off. Heather sighed, may as well tell the truth. "Officer, it was so hot at my house and my car has no AC so I thought to go on a drive with the windows down. I guess it felt so good the faster I went that I began to speed." Heather couldn't make out his features in the dark to see if he would let her go or not. "Well now, Heather, that's very understandable." Then a sudden idea came into Asher's head. He'd lusted after Heather for so long in high school and he'd tried to put her out of his mind with other women and work. Yet none of those things worked. His obsession stubbornly refused to leave him. Now that he saw her again all grown up with those same lovely eyes and full lips, the same silky brown hair. Sudden lust coursed through his veins. There was only one way to stop dreaming of her and that was to have her. "LIsten, why don't you step out of the car and come with me?" Hesitantly Heather got out of the car. "Am I under arrest?" He shook his head. "Look, why don't I take you for a little spin in my car until you get cooled off and then I'll let you off. No ticket, I promise." "I shouldn't really..." Heather started to inch back into her car when she saw him wordlessly pull out his ticket book. "Ok, ok." "Good." He clicked off his flashlight and grabbed her elbow leading her into his car opening the door for her. Heather sat nervously perched on the edge of the vinyl seat it was then in the interior light from the open car door that she saw the cop. He was absolutely to die for. He had longish black hair and a powerful body that his blue suit hugged to perfection. When he got in the seat he turned to look at her. God, he has the most gorgeous green eyes, in fact they were kind of familiar. "Do I know you?" Heather whispered softly. The cop shut the door. Her voice all smooth and sexy when she whispered sent tingles up and down his spine. No woman had ever given him tingles before. Asher started the car and rolling down both windows he began to drive going over the speed limit. As the cooling gusts of wind hit her perspiring skin Heather began to loosen up and she stuck her arm out the window trying to catch the wind. After a few minutes of silence Asher spoke. "So what have you been doing these past four years, Heather?" Heather whipped around to face him. "Don't tell me. I know I know you. Oh my god, Asher?" "I guess you got me." He said softly. "Holy shit. How great to see you. I just went to college but you, you're a cop. I never would have thought..." Heather shut up aware that she was babbling. "It's good to see you too." His green eyes flicked over her briefly. Heather felt cold now despite the heat. Asher, my god how time had changed him from the skinny runner that he was in high school to the sexy model he was now. If she were honest with herself Heather would admit that she had a thing for Asher back in high school but he was always with someone else and she never had any balls to say hi to him. But now, what a small world. Shame he had to catch her in her underwear and looking scruffy. Oh well, he was probably married or had a girlfriend. Heather became slightly alarmed when Asher pulled off onto an unfamiliar exit. "Where are we going?" Heather asked trying to leave the worried note out of her voice. He was quiet for a while longer until they pulled up in front of a house. Asher got out of the car and came around pulling Heather out of the car. Instantly Heather tried to bolt. Friend or not she knew what was going to happen if Asher got her into that house. But Heather quickly found out that Asher had never given up running for he caught her easily clamping his hand over her mouth dragging her back into the dark confines of the house. He lifted her up bodily when she began to struggle kicking the door shut behind him leading her back to his bedroom. He threw her onto the bed turning quickly to lock the door. Heather stared at him with wide eyes as he clicked on the light. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Asher only smiled beginning to unbutton his dress shirt and remove his pants. Heather slipped over the side of the bed running to the door twisting the knob. Asher caught her shocking her with the feel of his hot firm flesh against hers. He pulled her back to the bed laying down atop her between her legs. Heather began to scream. Asher put his hand over her mouth which she bit but he still held on. Tears began to fall down Heather's cheeks Asher dropped his lips to taste her salty tears. "God, Heather, do you know why I'm doing this to you?" Asher whispered softly trailing his lips over her smooth cheek. Heather trembled beneath his touch. "You've tortured me since high school. I tried to get rid of you but I can't. This is the only way I know to exorcise you from me." With his hand still over her mouth he began to kiss her throat going lower to taste the flesh of her upper breasts. "I'm going to remove my hand. You won't scream will you, Heather?" She shook her head. Slowly he released his hand. Heather quivered as his large warm hands moved down her torso to grab her tank top pulling it over her head. "Asher," She whispered. He looked up piercing her with his green eyes. His hot breath made her nipples hard. "Please no," His mouth came onto her flesh and Heather writhed below him in a mixture of ecstasy and fear her hands in his thick black hair. He did the same to her other breast then took his hot mouth lower where he stripped her shorts and panties off. He spread her legs wider staring at her shaved cunt feeling her sexy strong legs wrap about his waist. Asher lazily trailed his fingers over the sensitive mound hearing Heather gasp. "How many men have loved you, Heather? How many men have been where I am now?" Her moist tender flesh parted under his fingers as he caressed her. "None." Came the surprising statement. Her one word cleared a bit of the swirling fog in Asher's brain. "You've never had a man before?" "No." Asher smiled broadly displaying his straight white teeth before he sank down to sample the taste of her flesh. Amidst the moans and sighs from the two of them the one thought that ran in Asher's mind was that she was his now. An archaic, macho thought but one that pleased him overly much. Heather couldn't believe this was happening that she was allowing this to happen. But what Asher was doing to her with his mouth was pure heaven, she had already cum twice. He moved up over her like a snake and Heather placed her hands on either side of his face. To be fucked by her high school crush turned supermodel, this night could have been worse. Asher gently began to ease inside her. She was extraordinarily tight, too good to be true. When he was fully inside her he paused to look into her brown eyes. Her pupils were dilated with pleasure. "I want you." Came her sexy whisper. Asher tried to go slow to prolong the moment but when he felt her answer his hard strokes with her own passion he was lost. His thrusts increased in fury and strength until all he could feel was her tight softness and hear her cry out his name. In the end he lay on top of her still deep inside her, his head on her chest. Heather's hands stroked his black hair. Maybe he should say he was sorry, he thought, but he wasn't not when he had just had the best sex of his life. "Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" "No." Heather's hands drifted down his back stroking the hard planes of muscle. "I wanted you like this in high school." He admitted. "I wanted you too." Came the stunning revelation. Asher looked up into her eyes. "Really?" Heather nodded. "Once I got this anonymous letter in my senior year and I had hoped that it was from you. Kind of silly huh?" "It was from me." Asher answered quietly. "Why didn't you sign it? We could have been together long before this." "I guess it doesn't matter. You're right here with me now." He kissed her breast. "This is the consequence of driving one hot night." Heather laughed softly. "I thought I could get rid of you by having you one night." "And," "I'm still in love with you." Silence hung about the lovers for one moment. Enough to make Asher squirm and wonder whether he had done the right thing. "I'm in love with you too." One Hot Night The sun had been shining all day and the couple had been looking forward to the meeting that was set for that night, for several months. Before he arrived, the skies turned gloomy and the wind grew cool and breezy. It looked as though it may rain. He arrived through the back gate and she was sitting with just the moonlight tracing her outline. She said “Hello” and startled him. He had not seen her sitting there. He seemed very nervous and appeared not at all what she had pictured in her mind. He sat down beside her and began to make conversation as his eyes roamed her body. He noticed that she had nothing on underneath the bib overall shorts she adorned. He got a peek at her breasts every once in awhile when they would reveal themselves from behind the shield of clothes…. This made his mouth water and his excitement grow as he held his control to keep from ravishing her. She appeared to be calm and collected but inside she was very excited. She could feel her juices flowing as she held her calm front. She could feel the heat and wetness between her loins as she sat there taking in his every word. Wanting to kiss those lips and feel his strong-arms around her. She wanted to feel his naked skin next to hers and feel his hard rod grow inside her. Her passion and excitement grew and she did not think she could control herself, but she appeared to remain calm and poised. Oh the thoughts that was running through her head. She just wanted him to take her there and now and make her writhe with passion. Yet, she remained calm. The air started to turn even breezier so they ventured into the house. He sat across the room from her and continued the conversation. It seemed as though they could not take their eyes off one another as they continued to speak. Her skin looked so silky smooth and creamy soft. His fingers yearned to touch her and caress her skin. He wanted to make love to her and show her the depths of the burning that he was feeling in his loins. He wanted to hear her moan and groan with ecstasy and see her move with unbridled passion. He looked so strong, handsome and sexy sitting there she could not help but wonder what those lips tasted like. She yearned to feel his touch and his caress. She wanted to take him and show him her wiles and devil in his pleasures. She got up the courage and moved closer to him and he welcomed her with his arms. She felt so good to hold and his embrace felt strong and comforting. She could feel the fluttering in her stomach as he touched her. The warmth covered her body. She leaned in to kiss him and as their lips touched the hunger that had been, building was unleashed. He slid the straps from her bibs off and suckled on the bare breasts before him. She held his head to her chests and moaned with delight. His touch felt so warm and gentle but yet so passionate and hungry. She felt her clothing being removed from her body as her head was in a whirl from the excitement. Her womanhood was overflowing with great floods of passion. He moved down to her clean- mound and began to dally in the juice that ran from her vagina. This sent her into frenzy as she moaned and groaned at the pleasures he was bestowing upon her. Her juices had an indescribable flavor as he lapped them up as they kept flowing from the joy she felt. He could hear her moaning with sheer delight as he tickled her clit with his tongue and made her body convulse with pleasure. She took time out to remove his shirt and caress his chest. She moved down to slide his shorts and underwear off and stopped to suck his now hard rock cock. She placed herself in a 69 position and began to suck his shaft moving it in and out of her mouth. She caressed his balls as she traced the edges of his head with her tongue and then deep throated his penis letting her tonsils massage it as it slid down to the back of her mouth. She then moved the cock out, took the tip in her hand, parted the lips of his stiff rod, and tickled the opening with her tongue. This was something no one had ever done before and it was a very excitable feeling. She then climbed on top of him and placed his stiff Iron dick in her vagina slowly. She began to move up and down on his member watching the movement as she rode him. Oh what pleasure he felt. She too was enjoying the feeling of him moving in and out of her. Her pace quickened and she began to ride him faster and harder she wanted him deep in her. She was moving in such motion that she could not stop herself. She felt her juices trickle out of her vagina. She could feel the warmth of his rod as it grew to the explosion point. He held onto her ass with his hands assisting her up and down on his rod as he could feel himself about to erupt. Oh what heat what passion? The sheer ecstasy of the moment! With one thrust, he held her in place as his liquid flowed into her. She too erupted and then collapsed from the pleasure. She lay on top while he held her for a moment. Then she removed herself from him and marveled at how great the experience was. He too was grateful that he had the chance to endure her pleasures. As he got dressed and was saying his good-byes, she grinned and said, “That was just a sample of what I can do to you.” THE END One Hot Night It was a sweltering hot night and the house air conditioner did not seem to be coping. I'd gone to bed about eleven o'clock and after about an hour of tossing and turning I'd dropped off to sleep. I woke some time later and looked at the bedside clock; it was two a.m. I knew from past experience that it would be hours before I went back to sleep. "Damn this," I muttered, "I'll go and get a drink." I got out of bed, and putting on my dressing gown I went to the kitchen and got my drink. On my way back to bed I passed through the family room and a thought struck me. "I'll play around with the computer for a while." I went to the machine and switched on. There was a site I subscribed to that I only ever used when no one was around; it was an erotic site – well, to be honest it was an incest site specialising in mother and son incest pictures and stories. If that reveals something about the dark thoughts that lurked in my head, so be it. When I first realised I was having erotic thoughts about my mother I was really worried; I thought I'd end up on a psychiatrist's couch having my head straightened out. Worried, I did a bit of reading using the web to find out about these lustful thoughts and feelings, and discovered that lots of sons have those thoughts about their mothers, and some mothers have erotic thoughts about their sons. Usually neither does anything about it and eventually the son finds a sex partner and the feelings for his mother diminish and eventually are forgotten. Having gained this knowledge I felt reassured; I was not a depraved monster. That was three years ago and since then I'd had a couple of girls as sex partners, but the thoughts about my mother had not gone away as promised; if anything they had got more intense as I fantasised mother when I copulated with the girls. I made things worse for myself because in the original process of seeking information about incestuous feelings I came across this mother and son incest site. I decided to subscribe to it and I suppose I'd become addicted to it. When I was sure I wouldn't be interrupted I would sit and look at the pictures and read stories of sons making love with their mothers, and would fantasise that it was me with my mother. I would get incredibly horny and have to masturbate sitting before the screen, not once, but several times in the course of an hour or two. Now, deciding everyone was asleep I opened up the site and began to look at the most recent pictures that had been added. Young men copulating with their mothers, giving and receiving oral sex, nipples being pressed and sucked, vagina's and anuses being penetrated, hot tongue thrusting kisses; loving mothers gratifying their sons and equally loving sons pleasuring their mothers. There was no particular pattern to the mothers. Some looked quite young and attractive, others older and quite plain; some were fat others thin; they came in all shapes and sizes. As for the relationships, according to the stories some were born of a real love and desire for each other, others were just lustful. I often wondered how they got started. Who first approached whom? In what circumstances did it first happen? Who said what? How long did it go on for? Did they get discovered? The incest stories I read all seem to give plausible circumstances for the first time; the trouble was, those circumstances never seemed to arise with mother and me, and even if they did I didn't think I'd have the courage to take advantage of them. I was lost in a series of graduated pictures that showed a mother approaching her son; how she slowly undressed him, and then he undressed her. After lengthy foreplay they finished copulating on the divan. I got a mighty erection and was on the point of masturbating when a voice behind me said, "I heard you get up darling, so I thought I'd get up and...what's that you're looking at?" I froze, it was mother. I was well past the age when it was legal for me to view the material, but I felt mortified that mother had caught me looking at it. I had an icon that in an emergency would take me straight back to the desk top, but it was too late. Whatever now followed, it was no use hiding what I'd been viewing, and so I sat there thinking. "She might as well know since she's caught me out." It was a bit like the old crime stories of years ago; when the burglar was caught in the act he would say something like, "It's a fair cop mate." Mother had never bothered to become computer literate and therefore had little understanding of its workings. She said again. "What's that you're looking at?" It was a rhetorical question in that it was obvious what I was looking at. "It's an erotic site," I mumbled, feeling hot with embarrassment, not so much for viewing such a site, but because I'd been caught viewing it. "Really David, why do you want to look at...they're all young men with older women." "Yes, it's that sort of site." "Do you look at this sort of thing often?" "Yes quite often." "My God, David, it says there that they're mothers and sons." "Yes, that's what the site is all about, mother and son incest." "And you like that sort of...what's he doing to her?" The picture she referred to depicted the mother sitting on a divan with her legs wide open and the son kneeling before her, his tongue in her vagina. "They're not real pictures, they fake them," mother gasped, "no son would do that with his mother." "They claim that they are genuine mother and son incest pictures," I said, and since there hadn't been an almighty explosion of disgust from mother I went on, "and even if they aren't real mothers and sons, there are lots of things they couldn't possibly fake." I scrolled to show a picture of an ecstatic woman being penetrated from behind as she leaned over a table by an equally enraptured young man. The penetrating penis was clearly to be seen; Mother gasped again. "That one you went past, go back to that." I scrolled again. "No, the other one..." Up came a picture of two young men and a woman. Again the woman was sitting on a divan with one of the men kneeling in front of her and giving her oral sex, while the other man was kissing her. You could see their tongues clashing and his hand was fondling her breast. Mother was leaning over my shoulder. She was wearing a flimsy summer weight nightdress and I could feel her breasts pressing against my shoulder and she was breathing heavily. "Go to that one before," she said. I scrolled to the picture of a woman giving oral sex to a young man who from the look on his face was about to come. Mother asked to see several more pictures, her breathing growing ever more rapid and her breasts pressing more closely as she leaned over me. "You'd never dream of doing anything like that to me would you?" she asked, in a constricted sounding voice. I was beginning to inhale her womanly fragrance and I croaked, "Well, I...I...er...I don't know." "Looking at these pictures, don't you get...get...stimulated?" I'd been horny before mother had arrived on the scene, but now, with the pictures and mother being so close to me I could barely keep still. My penis was throbbing and I could feel the pre-cum dribbling out of my urethra. "Yes, of course I do," I admitted. "You really like looking at incest pictures?" "Yes." "Why?" What could I say; "Because they're a substitute for what I'd like to be doing with you, mother"? Hardly, but I was bold enough to say, "Well, you're enjoying looking at them, aren't you? Are you getting stimulated?" Like me she didn't answer but said, "It's just that I've never seen...never had those things done to...your father never...she trailed off then returned to the fray. "Are you stimulated now?" "Er...yes..." She was standing squarely behind me now and cradling my head between her breasts. "Show me some more pictures." I scrolled slowly through a variety of pictures presenting just about every possible means of people sexually pleasuring each other. Mother seemed utterly engrossed in what I was showing her; I could feel her breasts heaving and she pushed her hand inside my dressing gown and began to stroke my chest. The situation was becoming unbearable. We were both shaking with sexual tension and she now leaned right over me and I felt her hand slowly creep down my body until it came to rest on my penis. She began to stroke its foreskin over its pre-cum soaked head, dragging a loud groan from me. "You really have thoughts about me like that?" "Yes." "For a long time?" "Yes, for a few years." Mother emitted a long shuddering sigh and pulling back my head she delivered a long, wet kiss. "You really want to do those things with me?" "Yes." "Would you do them now, darling?" she said in a hoarse whisper. "If you want me to." "Please darling, I'm so...so...oh God, do it to me..." I stood and faced her and began to press her breasts through the cloth of her nightdress; she leaned limply against me and said, "Over there darling, on the divan like they do in the pictures." She took my hand and drew me to the divan, then opened my dressing gown to reveal my nakedness beneath. "Oh darling you really are...it's so big; it was as if she'd never seen a penis before she seemed so fascinated. She began to masturbate me again as I took off her nightdress. "Mother, you'll make me come." "No darling, not like that." She lay back on the divan and spread her legs wide; "Put it in me, let me feel it in me..." If I was going to ejaculate in her there was no time for refinements because I was right on the verge and mother was pleading; "Please, darling, I want it in me....in me..." I came between her legs and guided by her hand slid into her. She was very hot and very wet, and seemed to be trying to suck me deep into her. "Oh darling that's beautiful, let it go, come into me now, I want it...neeeeow...oh....ah...oh...darling..." She must have been as aroused as I was because she began to shake as she tried to drag me deeper into her. I let it go and fired into her and we were both trying to stifle our moans and screams as we came together. I finished before she did but she clung to me moaning, "Don't leave me...don't leave me...not yet." I stayed with her until she began to relax, signalling the end of her orgasm. When I pulled out she whispered, "It's been so long, David." "You mean you've wanted me to..." "Yes, darling, but I didn't know how to start...how to approach you...if only I'd known." If she'd only known indeed; I thought of all the time we'd lost when we could have been making love. As if picking up my thoughts mother said, "We can make up for lost time now." I'm not sure what I'd anticipated, perhaps a one-off sexual intercourse, but the indications were that now we had started I could look forward to more sexual encounters. I decided to check on the situation. "You mean we are going to make love again...that it's not just this once?" "Of course not darling, I haven't waited all this time just for a passing sexual union with my son. You didn't want that, did you?" "No, of course not." I was lying beside her and her breasts were very near. I took one in my hand and raised the nipple to my mouth. As I started to suck her she said, "Darling, you couldn't do it again could you, not so soon after...Oh God, don't do that to me if you're not going to come into me, you're getting me all worked up again." I continued to play with her breasts for a while, then gently parting her legs I came into her again. Her tunnel was filled with our previous discharges, making it very soft and warm, if a little squelchy and prone to make sucking sounds as I thrust in and out. Mother lay back as if in submission to my penetration, but with a seraphic smile on her face. It took me longer to come this time and after a while mother's smile began to fade, to be replaced by an agonised look and her lower body started to work with my thrusts; then began the cries. "No darling...no...no...you'll make me...oh God no it's too agonising...eeeow...yes....yes...don't...stoooop..." I don't think I could have stopped even if my father had burst in upon us. I had my hands under buttocks and was beating into her with a fervour I had not experienced with anyone else. I wondered at my ability to put so much semen into her after my first discharge, but enthusiasm seems to work wonders. For all our fear of waking father and my sister we gave full vocal vent to our orgasmic joy. I gasped the last dribble of sperm into her and lay lax and unmoving over her body. Mother continued to move over me until she too fell motionless. She glanced at the wall clock. "My God, its four o'clock, I've got to get back to bed." I withdrew from her and she went on, "I'll have to take a shower or he'll smell you on me." That was a good point. It didn't so much matter in my case since I was not going to wake up with anyone alongside me in the bed, besides; I wanted to relish her vaginal bouquet as long as possible in order to reassure myself it had all really happened. Mother kissed me and murmured, "When we can, darling," and left me. As I made my way to my bedroom I heard the hiss of the shower and wished I was there with her. A number of things arose out of that night: mother took a sudden interest in learning to use the computer; "When we can," proved to be more frequent than I'd expected with hardly a day going by when we didn't find time for a little sexual conviviality. Inspired by the incest site, and others she found, mother became very exploratory. We surveyed the rift of Labia Majora; penetrated the Labia Minora that guards the way to the Tunnel of Vagina; we circled The Isle of Clitoris; sailed up the Canal of Anus and I tasted the delicious tips of the twin Mounts of Mamma. Mother became an advanced student in Erotica and from the insights gained she pressed me to "Try this," or "Let's do that." All necessary equipment was brought into play: penis, lips, tongue, fingers and even fist. When assured we would not be interrupted strips of soft cloth were employed as restraints. With regard to me mother seemed to become genital fixated to the extent that, while standing on some low steps engaged in the innocent occupation of changing a light bulb, she approached me, pulled down my zip, and began to play with my manhood. Upon it's swelling up to full stretch she took it into her mouth, and there, poised with a light bulb in my hand, I ejaculated. Such were the demands on my testes and their product I ceased all sexual contact apart from that with mother. I suppose that comes under the heading of, "Conservation of Energy." Things took a slightly different turn when, after about three months of this blissful mating, and after we had just finished a happy union, mother asked, "Do you suppose those women on the computer site sometimes get pregnant? I mean, you never see any sign of a condom in the pictures or read about them being used in the stories." I took this to be a casual enquiry and said, "Well, you spend more time looking and reading the stories so you should know better than me, but I suppose they're either on the pill or past getting pregnant." "Yes," she said thoughtfully, "you're probably right. Sometimes they do mention about the mother being on the pill or being past getting pregnant, but a few stories do have the mother getting pregnant by her son." "There you are then; you knew the answer to your question." "Yes, but I wanted to see if you'd noticed," she said dreamily, then, "Are we going to do it again?" We did it again. Nothing more was said about pregnancy for another three months and then mother made her shock announcement, "We've done it, darling." "Done what?" "We're pregnant." "We're what?" "I'm going to have a baby." "But you're on the pill and you're too..." "I took myself off the pill, and no, I'm not too old. Isn't it wonderful?" I didn't exactly share her enthusiasm for her condition, in fact my own response was more one of horror and doubt. "But mother, couldn't it be father's?" "My love, unless I make an approach he never comes near me, and ever since we started I haven't bothered." "You mean ever since we started having sex you haven't had intercourse with father?" "That's what I just told you; and you may think I'm demanding, but where do you think I'd get the energy or even the desire to approach him?" "But he'll go mad when he learns you're pregnant." "That's true; he won't like it very much, starting another family, as it were." "But mother, if he hasn't had sex with you he'll want to know who the father is. What are you going to say?" "I'll tell him the truth..." "What...?" "I'll tell him I stopped taking the pill." "But you'll still have to tell him who the father is." "Not necessarily darling; leave it all to me. By the way, we won't have any sex tonight." Given the state of nervous guilt I was in I thought it just as well we weren't having any sex that night since an erection was highly unlikely. Despite my mother's assurance that I could leave it up to her, I had a sleepless night. There would be hell to pay when my father learned about mother's pregnancy. I tossed and turned and had no desire to go to the computer for solace. "That bloody thing started all this," I unfairly complained, because after all, it had been me who had used the site. Next morning, and after father left for work and before I went to my job, mother came to me smiling. "All's well darling; I managed to get him to do it with me." "Do what?" "Have a sexual intercourse, what else? It took a bit of effort on my part, but in the end he was able to dribble into me." "You mean you did that to make him think he's the father." "Yes. So we don't have to worry, we can carry on as normal." "But he'll be able to work out the timing." "I don't think so. He's not very good at arithmetic and there's always premature birth." "But it's so deceitful." Mother looked stern; "You haven't worried about deceiving him up till now, so why the sudden rush of conscience?" "But that was before..." "I got pregnant? Everything comes at a price, my love, and this is part of it. The other part is that you'll bear some of the responsibility and pay extra board to help with the costs of having a baby." At that moment I wanted to berate mother for her deception in going off the pill and not telling me, but then, she hadn't told father either, and I had enough guilt of my own not to start accusing mother. As with many similar situations we experience in life I was saying to myself, "Never again." And like many such resolves made in the moment of crisis, it didn't last. Sex with mother had been so good, and as it is said, "An erect penis has no conscience," that within a couple of days we were back on the sexual track. This was done with mother's sworn proviso that after the baby was born there would be no more. "I only did it because I wanted it with you," she said. "It's like having you back in my womb again." Well, it wasn't quite like me because the baby was a girl. One Hot Night You always want to please me in every way possible. I started working on a plan to return the favor. I wanted it to be a surprise that you would never forget. You are always talking about wanting to tie me up and eat me all night long. I told you we have dinner plans for 7:30 so that you would be done working by that time and all cleaned up. While you were in the shower I started getting all of my ingredients together for a night of passion. I had some chocolate covered strawberries and a dish of whip cream ready so that I could feed you your dessert before my feast. I lit some candles in the bedroom and turned the music on low. You got out of the shower and came through the bedroom door just as I was fluffing up the pillows and taking my position on the bed. Your eyes opened wide. I could see the questions in them. I told you to just sit yourself down on the bed and I was going to give you a night of passion like you have never had. I saw your dick rise a little at to the occasion. You sat down and I poured us a glass of wine. We sipped at that and I picked up a strawberry and dipped it into the whipped cream. I took the strawberry and gently caressed your lips with it, leaving a creamy trail behind. I leaned into you and licked the cream off of your lips. I then fed you the strawberry. You leaned forward and put your tongue to my lips. I could smell the fresh fruit and chocolate flavor. Your tongue pushed my lips open and slipped inside my mouth. The taste was a good as the smell. We fed each other the strawberries and cream off of various parts of our bodies. You put a generous amount of cream on my very protruding hard nipples and you were gently licking it away. My pussy started tingling and I knew if I was going to be the one in control I had to stop you and soon. I took your head between my hands and told you to lie back that I was going to be in charge of tonight and filling your every desire. I reached in the drawer beside the bed and took out soft rope that I had hidden in there. I tied a rope around each of your wrists and then tied them to the posts on the headboard. I left enough slack in them as not to cut off the circulation but tight enough that you would not be able to reach for me. I then move down to you ankles and tied them to the bottom of the bed. This is the first time I have seen you totally helpless. I was getting so wet thinking of how I was going to tease you and please you. I slowly slid my body back up your outstretched form. Your dick by this time was standing straight up. When I got up to where my breasts were straddling your engorged member I put my breasts together and applied some pressure as I watched the precum leak out your little slit. I looked you in the eyes and smiled as I could see the desire building in you. I worked my way up to your mouth and teased your lips with my tongue. You were able to lift your head a couple of inches off of the pillow. I kept backing my face away from yours to see just how far you could go. I leaned down and started nibbling on your ear and around your neck to the other ear. I lifted myself up far enough so that you could stick your tongue out far enough to just touch the end of my nipple but not get it into your mouth. I reached behind me and got your dick in my hand. There was a small puddle lying on your belly. I took my finger and wiped it up. I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked the liquid off. I felt you take a deep breath and squirm beneath me. I leaned over and gave you deep kiss, sticking my tongue way back in your mouth. I knew I was driving you crazy. I wanted to see how far I could push you. I moved down your chest and started licking each of your breasts. I licked around each, just up to your nipple without touching them. Finally I took your little nubs in my mouth. I could feel your stomach muscle tightening. I reached for your cock and started to slowly stroke you. Working my tongue down your belly and raising my mouth to blow on the wet spots now and then I could feel your dick jumping in my hand. I licked my way down to your full sac and I took one of your jewels into my mouth at a time and worked my tongue around them gently. I lowered my mouth to your tight hole and got it nice and wet. I took your sac in the palm of my hand and massaged it while I had my middle finger sticking down and massaging you ass hole. I licked up and down both sides of your cock without taking the head into my mouth. Finally I took the big red bulb in my mouth and I could hear you breathe a sigh of relief. I turned my self around that we were in a 69 position and I put my dripping hot cunt above your mouth just close enough that the tip of your tongue could reach the juices flowing from my pussy. I was still massaging your sac and asshole while taking more of your engorged cock into my mouth. I could feel you trying to increase the rhythm so I used my other arm to hold your hips against the bed. I slowly crawled down your body so that I was straddling your cock between wet pussy lips. I rotated my hips around grinding my pussy on your cock. I lifted up slightly and left your dick slip into my wet hole. I rose up and down your shaft squeezing it tightly with my pussy muscles. I am so wet but it is still tight. I have never seen you this thick before and your sac so swollen. I knew you wouldn't last long if I kept it up so I lifted my self up and left your dick flop out and hit your belly making a splattering sound. I crawled off of you to your side and took your cock in my hand. I took your cock into my mouth as far as I could and holding the bottom of your shaft tightly with my left hand. I took my right hand and slipped my middle finger into my wet pussy gathering some lubricant for the final plunge that I knew would take you over the edge. I took the middle finger of my right hand and inserted it in your asshole up to my middle knuckle. You tightened around my finger and I could feel your big cock swelling even more in my mouth. I felt you jerk a few times and then you started releasing your hot cum into my waiting throat. I was so into what I was giving you that I didn't realize I was on the verge of having an orgasm myself. When your hot juices started shooting in my throat my own body could not hold out any longer and I had one of the strongest orgasms in my life. I don't know how but I was able to swallow load after load of your salty cum. I felt your body go limp even though your cock was still hard as a rock. I stretched out on top of you and put your still hard cock into my pulsing pussy. I rode you for a few minutes to fill that aching need in me. I got off of your slowly shrinking cock and leaned down to lick my juices off of you. I gave you a soul-searching kiss knowing you could taste our combined juices in my mouth. I withdrew my tongue from your mouth and said, "I love you. Happy Birthday" I looked into your half closed eyes while you were still in a daze and started untying the ropes. You smiled at me and gave me that look of you wait until I get loose and I can pay you back. But that's another story.