1 comments/ 19374 views/ 1 favorites Our Secret By: Michael Fury We’d made arrangements to meet at the luxury hotel in the city, and you arrived quite a bit earlier than I did. You took advantage of the time, and relaxed with a long bath. Afterwards, you put on one of the plush white robes hanging in the closet, and had a glass of wine. While lazing about that afternoon, you thought about how we might make love later, and you could feel your body getting aroused. You lightly caressed your breast and touched yourself between your legs, but resisted the need for satisfaction, knowing that this would come later. You hear my knock on the door, and when you open it, I take you in my arms. I close the door behind me and look deep into your eyes, brushing your hair away from your face. I hold your neck and touch your face with my other hand, tracing your soft skin. Our eyes meet and I lean down to kiss you, our lips softly meeting and then our tongues dancing and exploring. I suck your lower lip between mine and run my tongue over and over it again, and then inside your mouth, darting it in and out. I kiss my way up your neck to your ears, and you can feel my warm breath. I take you earlobe between my full lips, holding it there while I lick it slowly with my soft tongue. I want to make love to your mouth and ears and make you think and wonder and anticipate how I will make love to the rest of your body later. Although we have all weekend for lovemaking, our passion and urgency overcome us. You take my hand and lead us towards the bed. You lay back, and I begin to undress. Fully naked, I stand before you and you can see my hardness rising against my flat belly. I hold your ankles and pull you toward me, until your ass is on the edge of the bed, and I kneel between your legs, unwrapping your sexy body from the loose confines of the robe. You watch me remove the belt from the robe and toss it towards the head of the bed. I look hungrily at your body, remembering all the details from the last time we were together. I kiss the tops of your feet and toes and move up your ankles, my lips tracing light butterfly kisses on your smooth skin. Raising your legs, I kiss behind your knees and run my fingertips over your thighs. I move my hands and fingers and lips over the taut skin of your upper thighs and kiss all around your pussy and above it to your smoothness of your belly. I move my kisses and hands from your thighs to your belly, teasing you, almost touching you where you want me to. I run the backs of my fingertips up your belly to the bottom of your full breasts, lightly caressing their underside, on the way to your shoulders. I move my naked body up yours, and you can feel my hardness now, hot and urgent against your thigh. I caress all around your breasts, moving closer and closer to the nipples, but not quite touching you there yet. Finally, I press my palms into your breasts, letting your now very hard nipples slide between my fingers, where I can squeeze them. I straddle your body, and put my knees on either side of your waist. I move my hands from your breast down your belly up my thighs to my now enraged hard- on. My excitement for your body is overwhelming me, and I find that I have to stroke myself. I feel like I could come with just a few strokes, and you can see my pre-cum rise, a bead forming at the engorged head of my cock, and then another, the juice running down my shaft. I lean down to cup one breast with both hands, and take your nipple between my soft lips, suckling it into my mouth, my tongue dancing all around and over it. I feel your cool hands first on my thighs, and your fingers embracing my cock, your thumbs pressing the underside. You stroke me, milking even more pre-cum, it now running down your fingers, coating them with my passion for you. My cock feels like a fiery poker in your hands, almost hot to the touch, aflame for you. I move back down your body, and kneel again between your legs. I place my hands on each of your thighs and part them, where I can look at you. You let me gaze at your pussy, you thrill at your own brazenness, unashamed and lusty. OU eyes meet and I can see the heat of passion glimmering in your look. You can see the incredible desire burning in mine. I kiss your thighs and move lower. I reach under you and cup your ass with my strong hands and lift you to my face. You can feel my warm breath on your lips, and then you can feel my lips getting closer and closer to touching you. I kiss on both sides on your pussy, and run my tongue up and down, almost touching your outer lips. I lean back and then move forward again, this time, letting my tongue run so lightly run up the middle of your pussy, up and down again, and again gently spreading your swollen lips. I lick between your lips, tasting you and loving you, my lips and tongue swirling back and forth. You feel my full lips surround your clit, and my tongue runs lazy circles around and around it, moving closer and closer. Then you feel my lips close around your hard clit, taking it softly into my waiting mouth, pressing against it with my tongue, and then over and around again and again. You feel one of my fingers at the entrance to your pussy, and then another. I insert them just a little ways into you, pressing up against you, letting you feel the pressure there. I stroke you steadily with my fingers, sometimes pressing upwards, sometimes circling inside you, sometimes spreading my strong fingers deep in you. All the while, my lips and tongue are swirling and sucking and devouring you, tasting you, taking in your warm sexiness. I can feel your first orgasm approaching, and I move my mouth and tongue steadier, and faster. I move my fingers deeper inside you, until I am moving them in and out as though they were fucking you. You arch your back, pressing your pussy into my willing mouth and I bury my face in you. You clench the bed sheets with your toes and fingers and writhe in the throes of your orgasm. I slow my pace, and hesitate, but only for a few moments. Then I resume my oral assault on your pussy lips and clit, my fingers inside you again. You feel me insert first two fingers inside you, as before. But then two more fingers from my other hand, spreading you and filling you. I stroke and spread and fuck you with my hands, my lips and tongue working non-stop and you start coming again, almost before you are finished with your first orgasm. I feel your feet on my back, and you spread your legs wider, giving me complete access to you. I keep our rhythm going until you come again, much stronger this time and then again, finally your legs collapsing around me. I lay my cheek against your throbbing and satisfied pussy, thrilled that I could give you this pleasure, but knowing that we still have all weekend. Our Secret "Damn it!" I smacked my fist down on the desk. My goal was the mouse, but I missed it. "What's wrong?" Jason asked coming over. "I don't get this stupid computer stuff." I said pouting. He lifted his leg and slid behind me in the chair. "Let me look." He said too softly in my ear. My mind was racing, my heart was pounding, and I heard that angel on my shoulder yelling, "This is wrong." "What did I do wrong?" I asked as my voice trembled. "I don't see anything wrong. " He was starting to nuzzle my neck. "You smell so good." "Jay, we can't..." "Shhh, she's in the shower." He reached up and pulled my head back so he could kiss me. "Damn I've dreamed of this." He groaned and attacked my lips again. Jason and Mandy were my roommates; they'd been married for 7 years. Mandy was supposed to be my best friend. Some friend I was, lusting after her husband. His hands slid down and found my bare legs. I showered earlier and was in my oversized flannel shirt. I only wanted to check my email and then head to bed. His fingers were warm as they ran up my legs to my pussy. I was already wet. He pushed my legs apart, slid my panties to the side and drove his finger in. I moaned in his mouth and wiggled a bit. He kissed his way to my ear and began to talk. "I knew you'd be wet for me. I think about it all the time. Every time I fuck her, I close my eyes and think of you. I wondered if your pussy would be warm and wet for me." He began to rub my clit with his thumb and let the other hand go higher up my nightgown. He found my nipple hard and he pinched it, then rubbed my breasts, giving them both equal attention. "When I'm in the shower jacking off, I think about your mouth sucking on me. I know you could take me, I know you want me." "We need to stop." I tried to reason with him. Even though I wasn't exactly pushing him away. "No we need to fuck." He nibbled on my earlobe, and continued to finger fuck me. "Let me feel you cum." He rubbed faster as we heard the shower turn off. I began to shake sitting there. If Mandy came out and found us we would both be dead. I wanted him to stop. I shouldn't be doing this. He leaned over and kissed me again. Who was I kidding, I wanted to feel him in me, I wanted to hold and taste and play with the cock that was poking my back. I wanted to know if it was as big as she claimed he was. Once I admitted what I wanted I felt the orgasm hit. I moaned in his mouth, pulling away biting on his lip. He pulled his hand out and licked his fingers on his way to the kitchen. "Are you done in the shower? I want to get these dishes done!" He yelled through the wall to her. "Yeah, go ahead." She yelled back. I sat there staring at the monitor, not remembering what I was doing. "Hey Brit, anything good in your email?" "Not really." I said closing everything quickly. "Are you ok?" She looked me over thoroughly, "you look flushed." "I had a really good letter from Robert." "Library Robert?" She giggled conspiratorially. "The one and only. Your idea about the secret admirer was a great one. " I stretched. "I'm off to bed...night." I smiled and sprinted to my room. Once safely behind the door I slid my panties off. They were soaked. I leaned against the door; I felt the wetness drip on my thighs. I reached down and found my hard bud, as my fingers moved across it I trembled. I wanted Jason, I wanted it to be his fingers again, his mouth or even his cock probing my wetness. He created this fire; he needed to come put it out. I slid a finger in, and standing against my door I fucked myself. I leaned my head back and thought of him, thought about how sexy he smells once he steps out of the shower, How he looks walking around in his boxers. How I can always make out the outline of his cock, my mouth began to water. I wanted to taste him, I wanted to suck him in and deep throat him. I wanted to make him cum like I knew she wouldn't. She always told me how she loathed blowjobs. I worked myself up fast and hard. I cried out softly, almost falling to the floor. I took a deep breath and climbed in bed. It was chilly out, so I snuggled deep in my covers and began to drift off to sleep. I heard the front door open and someone leave, and then I was out. "Damn your sexy in your sleep." He spoke huskily. I felt the bed dip and began to wake slightly. I'd slept alone for years; someone climbing on my bed was out of place. He pulled the blanket down so it only covered my feet; the cold air hit me fast. "Jason?" I asked my voice laced with sleep. He straddled my thighs, and let his hands feel my naked belly. "I want you." He let them rub the top of my mound. Then he reached up and began to unbutton my flannel. He growled as he fought with the top button. "Fuck this!" he grabbed the bottom on both sides and ripped it open. Buttons went flying and hit the walls. "Damn, moonlight is a good color for you." "Where?" the only coherent thought in my head. "She left. She was meeting a friend." He reached up and massaged my breasts. "I wanna fuck you." He leaned down and kissed me hard. It wasn't a soft, I'm going to make love to you kind of kiss, it was a kiss that told me whether I wanted to or not he was going to fuck me. He slid himself down my body until we were touching from head to toe. "She's going to be gone for a long time, and I plan to make the most of it." He kissed me again then bounced up. Now he straddled my chest. I had my chance to look at his member. It was the thickest I've ever seen. He was long too. Just eyeballing it I'd say he was at least eight inches. "Touch him." He said making it jump and bounce. This was wrong. He was her husband. "You have to go Jay, I can't do this." "Excuse me?" "I'm serious, I can't betray her." He nodded slowly. He got up and I thought he was going to leave. Instead he grabbed me and flipped me over. He slapped my ass hard and without warning he slammed into me. I cried out in pain as he ripped me apart. "JAY!" I yelled, pulling on the other side of my bed to get away. "Hell no!" He said and slapped my ass again. "You are so tight...mmmm feels so good." He held on tightly to my hips and found his rhythm. I didn't want to enjoy it. I wanted to stop him. Then my body began to betray me. His words didn't help. "It's you I've always wanted, I've waited years to claim this pussy." I moaned and began to move against him. "That's it, move with me baby." He moaned and let his grip loosen. I felt him rub my ass and then he spanked me again. I loved the way he filled me up. I began to tremble, and I heard him laugh, "That's it, c'mon Brittany, my cock wants to feel what my fingers did." I cried out and thought I was going to pass out. He just kept pumping away. When he felt the waves stop milking him he pulled out slowly. "Suck me." He groaned. I didn't have to be asked twice, I flipped around and took him in my mouth; I pushed myself to take him as deep as I could which made me to gag a bit. He grabbed my head and pushed. "All of it, I want you to take all of it." He moaned and kept a constant pressure there. I took my time slowing my breathing and in a matter of minutes had him deep throated. He let out a guttural groan and began to move his hips fucking my mouth. I sucked hard and began to play with his balls. I loved the sounds he was making; I never knew he could be so loud. "Fuck yeah...I love your mouth, suck harder...I... I" I felt him tense and I knew what was coming, I held him deep in my mouth and suckled, knowing it would be easier to swallow that way. He grunted and let go. His cum was thick and sweet. I swallowed every drop waiting for him to soften. I was stunned when he didn't. "I need your pussy again." He gave me a gentle push on my back. I laid back and opened my legs for him. "Fuck me hard." I asked breathily. He smiled down at me and wasted no time granting my request. This time I was ready for him and he slipped in easily. He still filled me completely. He kissed me as he drove his hips hard into me, and together we made all sorts of noise. "In...can I cum in you?" He asked barely able to breathe. "Yes, I want to feel it." I moaned and squeezed him. "I'm so close, make me cum again." I begged. "You got it..." He picked up the pace and reached down. My clit was hard and throbbing, and he knew it wouldn't take much. I began to shake and smiled. "Ready?" "MMmm, Oh Jay!!!" I cried out and came, I felt him explode deep in me. "Brittany, god, Brit...." He groaned and held still. Once we calmed he smiled big. "That was better than I ever dreamed." "You're telling me." "Our secret?" He winked and kissed me lovingly. "You got it, our secret," He tucked me in, kissing me again. "I don't know that I'll be able to stay away from you. I love your lips, your mouth, your tits, your pussy..." He nipped my bottom lip. "Goodnight lover." "G'night." I said as I drifted back to sleep. Our Secret His lips were so close... He had temped me many times before, and my heart couldn't take it. He held a secret from me till now, and he smiled while he whispered to me many words I thought I'd never hear again. His eyes searched for my reaction, and he knew I was afraid. He could see it in my eyes. His hand slid beneath my chin and pulled me toward him in one swift motion, but never kissed. Those lips, so anxious to move forward, hovered and never took what they desired. Lips barely brushing, and my heart tingled, praying my body would not deceive me. He pulled away with a smirk. "I knew you wouldn't pay me back." My eyes narrowed and without realizing my own wicked mind, I grabbed his face and leaned in, my own lips taking his for the first time in so long. My heart soared, his lips finally dominating me. His body rolled over on top of me, and worked feverishly to aid a hunger that had been burning for so long. Our hearts pounded with adrenaline, pumping blood within every limb, making us both throb with a need for release. Before I left his side, his arms hood around me tightly. "Some to me tonight?" My heart pounded with excitement. "Alright." It was our secret... The night was cool, and the sky was still crying, while the clouds fought desperately to allow the moon to glow upon me, and I sighed heavily as I reached his door. My body burned with fatigue, but quickly disappeared as the door opened revealing him patiently waiting for me to come in. The rain still lingered as I stepped inside and I nearly jumped as his arm circled my shoulders, with a small hug. The house was pitch black, my eyes only able to follow his silhouette as I made my way blindly down the dark, mysterious hallway. The strength of his hand around my waist startled me. Without warning, my legs moved on their own, stumbling my way into his nearly pitch black room. The door closed behind us, and I stripped off my long velvet robe, revealing only a black tank top and black cotton pants. Nothing was visible around me; every light was out but his silhouette was visible, walking toward me slowly and stopping. My heart pounding, and I moved toward him. My arms circled his neck, embracing him while his warm arms wrapped tightly around my waist to bring me closer. My fingers entwined in his hair as hi chin rested in my neck, kissing the most sensitive part of my body. His hand moved up against my chin, lifting my face to his. Our hearts began to thread, and my lips slowly felt his press to mine, his tongue reaching to massage mine. He pulled away, but not before grabbing my hand. "Come lay down with me." My legs brushed up against the bed, forcing me to sit down, and then allowed him to pull me toward the pillows. His hands reached for the blanket then, and dragged them to cover us. Warm cloth surrounded my legs and waist, and soon his arms wrap around me while one hand pulled my chin up to meet his face. Warm lips son took mine, and my hands cradled the back of his head. We pulled apart, and my heart clenched. "What do you want?" he whispered seductively. "I want you...inside of me..." I could feel my face burning. He laughed. "Do you want me in you now?" His hand reached into my pants, locating me for the first time in so long, and began to rub me slowly, allowing me to feel it once again. "Oh God! No!" I whispered fiercely. My hips tilted for him. "No?" His finger slipped inside, igniting a boiling heat, and I gasped out, begging for something, anything. He laughed. "What do you want?" My adrenaline began to pulse through my veins, and instinctively, I began to fight. My hands reached for his to pull them away, but he thrust in faster, his finger moving vigorously. My body has deceived me, as my release spread through my system, and I cried out, holding him for comfort. His mouth suddenly cut off my moans, and I whimpered, silently praying for him to take me once again. Our lips part, and my breathing comes out fast as my orgasm ebbs away. Without warning, my pants come off and soon my shirt follows, leaving me dressed in nothing but the blanket, which I found later, was to my ankles. His hands turned me over to face the wall, and his chest rested against my back, naked as well. The sudden feel of his dick pressing into my thigh made jump in surprise. I whimpered silently begging for it. His hand held on to my leg and brought me against him, positioning himself at the opening of my wet pussy. A sudden tight pain gripped me then, as he thrust in and drove deep. "Oh God! I think I'm going to cum soon!" a slight worry in his voice. "No!" My heart nearly cried. "I want you to stay inside of me!" He sighed a laugh. "We'll go slow." I nodded yes and his arms tightened around me. My legs came up and entwined with his, and slowly my lower body moved against him, as his moved against mine, allowing him to thrust into me deeper. A dull fire began to burn, my pussy growing wetter and throbbing. My head glances back at him, and our lips dance once again, while he continued to pound me slowly, teasingly. A sudden thrust ignites my soon release. "Ah! I want to cum!" I whispered fiercely. "Please?" His hands tilted my hips into him; his dick began to drive in faster. My hands gripped the sheets of his bed, allowing me to cling to reality until a sudden intense feeling exploded through my veins and my already throbbing pussy. I cried out several times, submitting myself to him. "Yes...that's it. Hold nothing back." I heard him whisper as my soaked pussy engulfed him in several ongoing thrusts. As my release slammed into me n one giant wave of intensity, I heard him whisper, "My turn." My orgasm slowly faded, but as his dick slid in all the way, filling me in completely, a new feeling began to take hold of us both. The rhythm began to speed up, flesh slamming into flesh, and soon, he pulled out fast, allowing himself to cum straight down my naked stomach. Our lungs fought desperately to draw in oxygen as we both laid there, exhausted, our bodies entwining. "Our little secret." I whispered. Olivia AR Our Secret In the old Road pictures, either Bing Crosby or Bob Hope would break that theoretical barrier between the audience and the actors. They would turn to the camera and directly address the audience. This is my Road moment. In the stories I have read on mother/son incest, one theme seems to be prevalent. The father is absent, dead or an asshole or some combination of these. The son then fills that void in the mother's life. In my stories I take a contrarian view. The father is not necessarily a bad guy. He is alive and involved in the life of his family. He, in effect, is cuckolded by his wife and son. I will also use a MacGuffin, a plot device that is only designed to provide context for the story. Google it for a further explanation. If ANY of these offend your sensibilities, DO NOT READ THIS STORY!! * "Do you think I should shave my pubes?" The year was 1973. I was hot tubbing nude with my mom and dad. Mom was sitting on the edge of the hot tub with her feet dangling in the water. We lived a semi 1960's style hippie existence. Casual nudity was the norm. Marijuana was as readily available as salt and pepper. "Huh?" I said eloquently. Not for the first time I was transfixed by the sight of my mom`s pussy lips. They were a puffy brown color and folded back like butterfly wings. Her hood was prominent covering what must be an enormous clit. "Maybe just trim them in a heart shape for Valentine's Day." dad laughed," I`m not sure if I want you bald down there." Mom ran her fingers through her black briar patch of pubic hair. The thicket started just below her belly button and extended down between her legs. In keeping with the times, it was thick and luxurious. I slid down so I wouldn't be embarrassed by my granite hard cock popping up in the water. "Tommy, Tommy!" I realized mom had said something. But the droplets of water clinging to her pubic hair and hanging almost obscenely on her pussy lips had sent me into my favorite fantasy world where my dick head parted those pouty lips, where my shaft filled the love canal hidden behind that bristly hairy thicket. I raised my eyes to see mom watching me with a smirk on her face. "Chrissie, leave the boy alone! You are embarrassing him!" Dad rose and stepped to the edge of the hot tub. His cock's soft 3" lay limply on his ball sac. I don't know how big dad is hard, but soft I was twice his length and half again his girth. I had yet to find a girlfriend who could take all of this 18 year old cock. Dad helped mom to her feet. At about 5' 7", mom was not a small woman. I had seen pictures of women like mom in art appreciation class. They were painted by a guy named Reubens. The women were all full figured with large hips, thighs and ass. They were called Reubenesque. Add some 38D's and you have my mom! Mom slipped her feet into a pair of clogs and added a mid-thigh length terry cloth robe. Dad's robe was similar in length. He slipped into a pair of tan boat shoes. "Come on, Sport, dinner is potato salad and cold cuts!" mom said. "In a minute, mom!" As soon as mom and dad had walked from our redwood deck into the adjacent kitchen, I jumped out of the tub. My rigid cock slapped gently against my belly as I padded nude across the deck to the patio entrance to my first floor room. I glanced nervously in the house. Dad had his back to me but mom was staring hungrily at my bobbing cock. *** We live in the Santa Cruz Mountains in a town called Big Bear. It`s comfortably nestled among the redwoods. Typical of the times it is a live and let live atmosphere. Marijuana is readily available and of good quality. There are numerous private wineries scattered about the area. So finding a good bottle of wine was a parlor game. Friends always helped friends find the latest vintage from best local winery. Dad is software engineer in a burgeoning field of information technology. He drives down the hill 5 days a week to UCSC to pursue what was to him an exciting career. He is a tenured professor there, but a good portion of his time is spent developing his concept. It was February. I had just graduated from school. I planned to attend UCSC in the Fall. I spent my days hanging at the beach with my posse and the girlfriend of the moment. I was living in what I would think of later as the Golden Age of Sex. It was the time between the introduction of the Pill and the discovery of AIDS. Everybody was fucking everybody with no worries about pregnancy. Mom spent her days hanging with her girlfriends shopping, hanging at the nude beach in Santa Cruz, and drinking wine and smoking bud. She was more or less perpetually high. Today was a bad beach day because of the fog. I had decided to hang at home and check out the Tube. Mom was chilling on the deck smoking and drinking wine. One of her friends had given her what she called "ass kicking bud"! She had loudly proclaimed that she and her old man had fucked like bunnies after toking. She went on to say my mom had better have her man close after smoking it. Mom shushed her, reminding her I was in the next room. She was unsteady on her feet as she stumbled into the family room. She was bare foot and wearing a shapeless ankle length dress. The dress was sleeveless. Her large breasts hung loosely. She was weaving slightly. Her eyes were glassy and heavy. A thin sheen of sweat coated her upper lip. "Tommy, I need for you to do something for me." Her speech was slurred. "Sure, mom!" Mom had a slack jawed grin on her face. Her eyes were unfocused. She balanced herself on a lounger. I had seen her like this many times before. I expected she was having a munchies attack. It meant a trip to the store by me for Twinkies and potato chips. "I need you to shave my pussy for me." "WHAT???????" Mom's grin grew broader. It was a caricature of a drunken leer. She reminded me of pictures of the Joker's grin in the Batman comics, but without the garish make up. "You remember when the three of us were discussing how I would look with a bald pussy. Well I want to surprise your dad with it tonight. It will be his Valentine's Day present" "Mom, no fucking way!" "Watch your language, young man! I am your mother!" She was more fucked up then I had ever seen her. In spite of the coolish day, beads of sweat popped out on her forehead. "Ok, ok but does dad know? Besides he said heart shaped" "I told you it's a surprise and he will take what I give him! Anyway I'm tired of the whole exchanging chocolates thing!" She smacked her substantial behind. "That's how I got this! Now let's see. Perhaps the best way is to put a chair on an old sheet. Then you can trim it and shave it." I was torn. Like any teenager in puberty, my mother was my sexual fantasy. I would learn later in life that I chose my girlfriends based on my mom. Despite myself I was getting rock hard thinking about being that close to my mother's pussy. "Mom, I don't think this is a good idea!" "Nonsense! It'll be a nice surprise for your father!" Mom busied herself setting up the sheet and chair. Then she brought in in the tub of steaming hot water, towels, the scissors and razors. She stripped off her dress, poured a glass of wine and sat down in the recliner and raised the leg rest. That forced her head down and raised her hips. She wiggled forward so that her feet were on the floor. Her pussy was just over the edge of the main body of the chair. When she pushed up to slide a towel under her ass, her pussy gaped open revealing the inner pink sanctuary I gulped loudly. I had grown up with casual nudity, but this was a level of intimacy that at once frightened and excited me. It didn't help that my johnson was rigid and pumping copious amounts of pre cum into my jockeys. My hands trembled noticeably as I knelt between her legs. I realized that the raised leg rest kept me too far away. I leaned belly down on the leg rest. To my right and left, mom's thighs were barely 6" away. Mom's pussy was inches away as I began my task. I thought I could detect the faint aroma of female arousal musk. Mom's pussy lips were shiny with moisture as I careful trimmed her bush with the scissors. "You are going to have to pull my lips a little to get a good trim around them." I tried to hold one lip delicately between my thumb and forefinger but mom's pussy was so wet it kept slipping. I would dry my fingers on a towel and continue trimming. I was collecting an impressive pile of pubic hair on the sheet. "Lean back so I can get the lower part of your ... ummm of......" "Of my pussy?" Mom voice was slurred. "Yes ma`am" Mom rocked back on her back, drew her legs up to her breast and locked her arms under her knees. I gently pushed her thighs apart. There were a few scraggly hairs on the lower part of mom's pussy. I leaned in close and carefully snipped them. Her labia were swollen and turned slightly out revealing the pinkish interior. They gleamed wetly. A whitish fluid oozed from the lower edge of her pussy. My nostrils were overwhelmed by the musky pungent aroma of mom's arousal. "Don't forget the warm towel!" mom moaned huskily. I placed the warm towel over mom's pussy and molded it around it. I rocked back on my heels. I was drenched in sweat. It poured from my face, my chest, my arms and thighs. There was an incredible ache from my rigid member. I could hear the blood roaring in my head as began its journey down to my cock and back again. I needed to come! I needed to come badly and urgently. I removed the towel. I squirted shaving foam on my hand. I gently applied the foam starting just below mom's belly button. I worked the foam into her trimmed pubes. My hands were slippery with mixture of soap and mom's juices. Mom took a deep whistling breath as my hand brushed across her hood. I used the palm of my hand to thoroughly soap her hood. I saw the pink nub of mom's clit appear wetly from its sheath. She jumped, her legs jerking open and close. "Sorry!" "It's ok!" Mom had continued to toke and sip her wine. I suspected that the bud she was smoking and the wine had so lowered her inhibitions that she thought it was ok for her son to shave her pussy. Being careful to use only downward strokes, I tried to shave with the grain of her pubic hairs. I watched her pussy lips tremor as I lightly shaved across her hood. Her clit stood out hard and pink. Her anus twitched reflexively. I carefully placed the razor at the edge of mom's anus and pulled the razor up her ass cheek. Mom's anus kept twitching. It was like a brown eye lewdly winking at me. Was the wink also an invitation?? I placed my hand on the just shaved cheek. I pulled the razor slowly from her anus up the unshaved cheek. There were a few strands of hair on the skin between her anus and the bottom of mom's pussy. I took a wet hot towel and wiped away the shaving foam. I used one hand to hold mom's ass cheek. As I tried to get those wisps of hair, mom's pussy was oozing all over my hand. Again I dried my hand on a towel. I looked up and mom was staring at me oddly. She was drenched in perspiration. I could see the wet outline of her body on the cloth of the recliner. "That's enough!" she said huskily. "Mom, I'm not finished!" She stood quickly, almost over balancing. She staggered and caught herself by placing a hand on my shoulder. "This was a bad idea!" she slurred. She released my shoulder and attempted to move around me. She lost her balance. Instinctively my arms shot out and encircled her to ease her fall. My arms ended up wrapped around her ample ass. As mom fell backwards the weight of her body pulled me with her. Like a felled tree mom tumbled backwards. I was pulled to my knees. As mom landed hard on her back, both legs flew into the air. My abdomen slammed into the edge of the recliner, knocking the wind out of me. I fell forward and my head landed between mom's thighs! Mom thrashed about, her legs waving uselessly in the air. This caused her thighs to close about my ears. I was struggling to catch my breath while mom's thighs held me in place, face down, my forehead pressed against the heat and wetness of her aroused pussy. Faintly I could hear her trying to say something. But she was too high to make sense and her thighs were too tightly wrapped around my ears for me to hear her. I was becoming aware of the incredible muskiness of her arousal. My cock throbbed as I inhaled the aromatic pheromones of her sex. My mind, my body reacted as Nature had intended millions of years ago when she installed this hormonal mating call. I kissed mom in her pussy. She reacted by thrusting her hips up, her legs fell crossed over my back. Her hands tightly gripped my head. Was she trying to push me away or hold me in? I licked tentatively at the flood of juices that poured from her pussy. I felt her kick painfully on my back. My tongue slid easily into her engorged wetness. Her hips began move rhythmically up and down. Freed from the vise of her thick thighs, my head followed her undulations. My tongue thrust in and out, fucking mom's pussy. Now I could hear her. She sounded like an old car trying to start. "Uh uh uh uhuh!" I managed to get one arm free. I let two fingers replace my tongue in mom's gushing pussy. My mouth found her clit. I alternated between flicking it with my tongue and gently sucking it. "Tommy, baby, you must stop! We can't do this!" I peeked over her shaved mound. Despite her protestations, her head was lolling from side to side, her arms were spread to either side of her body, her nipples were rigid and she kept thrusting her hips up and down in the throes of passion. I added a third finger. I sucked hard on her elongated swollen little man in the boat. I was rewarded with a scream and a jet of female come that squirted forcefully against my forehead and closed eyes. I stood and slipped pants and jockeys down. While mom was still rocking up and down, caught in the ecstasy of her orgasm, I mounted her. She felt the bulbous head of my man meat split her labia. "Oh god, no ...Tommy, no...You mustn`t!!" Mom tried to scoot up on the recliner, retreating from the advance of my cock. I followed, forcing more of my tool into her spasming love channel. I could feel her pussy flexing spasmodically as my cock continued its journey to the depths of her birth canal. Her hands came between us and tried to push but her thighs kept thrusting up. Mom gurgled as my 10" of coke can girth meat filled her vagina. I assayed a series of slow thrusts in and out. "Should I stop, mom?" Her arms flayed the air behind my back. "Jezuz, Tommy, we can't do this!" Mom's arms wrapped themselves tightly around my neck. Her full, womanly thighs tightly encircled my back. "This......oh fuck.....this is....oh my fucking god! You're...ahhhhh...you're going to......oh shit...split me in half!!!" I pumped harder, drawing out until just the head was just inside her swollen labia. Then I'd thrust home until my progress was stopped by her cervix. "Just say stop, mom, and I will!" "Ahhhhhh fuck......don't stop! Keep fucking me with this incredible tool!" I doubled my efforts. Thrusting harder, trying to force myself deeper, I was fucking my mother! I was almost insane as waves of lust washed over me. Eighteen years before I had emerged squalling from her womb. Now I was going to send my swimmers back into her womb of life. "Easy, Tiger, easy!" mom gasped. "I need to be able to walk after we finish!" I slowed. I rose on my hands and knees. But still I pulled my full length out to the head and slid back in. I alternated with short hard strokes. "Oh my god, baby! Drill your mom with that incredible dick!" "Yes, mom, I want you to feel good!" Groaning loudly, her orgasm beginning its march through sweating, thrusting hips, mom managed to whisper before she screamed: "You can't come in me, Tommy! You MUST pull out before you come!" Before I could promise, mom came hard. She screamed and shouted my name. She implored me to fuck her harder. I obeyed my mother. I felt her pussy spasming, tightening and loosening as her orgasm rocketed through her body. Her hips kept undulating against my crotch; her legs gripped me like a meaty vise. Her arms clung to my neck so tightly that it was painful. And I came. It was like a string of hot fluid was being yanked from by balls. I fired my seed deep in mom's pussy. Time after time, spurt after spurt, I flooded her birth canal. "No, Tommy, no baby....you must not....you.....ohhhhh fuck!" I lay on top of my mom, spent. My cock only softened slightly. Mom affectionately rubbed my neck and back. "I'm sorry, mom, I'm sorry!" I wailed. "It's ok baby, it's ok. I'm the grown up here. I should have exercised the control I was asking you to show!" We were both drenched in sweat. The air stank with aftermath of our incestuous act. I rolled off mom and sat in the floor next her, my head in her lap. "Tommy, you must swear that you will NEVER, NEVER tell anyone!!" My head bobbed hard. "I won't, mom, I promise!" She placed a hand under my chin and raised my head so we were looking eye to eye. "Not you friends, not your father, a priest, no one never ever!!" My head bobbed assent as mom brought her finger to pursed lips "Shhhhh, our secret!" *** I wish I could say this was the start of a winter orgy of sex with my mom. But it wasn't. Oh, we got touchy feely sometimes but there was no more sex. I enrolled in UCSC for some Spring classes. I decide to learn this new technology of computers. I continued to live at home. One evening I came home from a late lab. Mom and dad were sitting at the kitchen table. The excitement in the air was almost palpable. Dad's eyes were bright and dilated to the size of saucers. Mom was excited also, but there seemed to be a touch of sadness. Dad looked like he was spring loaded as he jumped from the chair and ran to meet me. "Tommy, fantastic news!!! We are having a baby!" To say I was shocked would understate my feelings. I knew they been trying since I was born. I had even overheard whispered conversations about a low sperm count. But they had finally succeeded. Dad and I were in a bear hug when it hit me. Mom was watching our celebration with a bemused look. She brought her finger to her pursed lips. She lowered her finger and silently mouthed the words: "Shhhhhhh, our secret!"