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Exponential Lust Ch. 1

By: NewAnon



Prelude on "Exponential Lust"

I have to tell this story just as I have lived it and continue to live it. It's about a woman's lust, and yet more than lust -- and no one word will do in categorizing it. 

To put it another way, it is lust multiplied and multiplied until it transcends itself and becomes something experienced but without a word to even connote it. 

You may be wondering what might produce such "exponential lust," as I will call it. 

Yet a savvy reader such as you yourself who visits this virtual place or place in virtual space, must have a conjecture in mind. 

You may wonder: "Is the woman talking about discovering her sexuality after years of repression?" 

Or: "Is she going to tell us about how several men took her, initially against her will, their massively erect organs filling every eager moist cavern of her hot and sweat-drenched body?" 

But might it be something else, this instance of exponential lust? 

Perhaps it is something in the interstices of conventional categories, something that, if it is given some typifying name, can only mislead? Might it be something that resists boundaries? (For instance, if an author may say so, might the misleading categories be those employed in this virtual place to locate this and other such stories in one and only one place?)

Whatever you think, read on dear savvy reader, because in only a paragraph-moment you will see that only this last conjecture faintly approaches what the author of this somewhat torrid tale will now try to convey in words. 

As an experience -- as it has happened and is happening, lifting my life beyond anything I had known or even considered before -- it is indescribably delicious. At least to me! 

You, my reader, are entitled to your own opinion. 

Mother's Watcher

It all began on a quiet Saturday evening on an ordinary street in an ordinary suburb of one of those large urban places in the USA that teem with multitudes of people, some alone, some in pairs, others in crowds. We live on this street: my husband and I and our only child, our teenage son. 

My husband had made us some drinks, put on some favorite background music, and dimmed the lights. I had completed my own preparations, wearing only that which I knew would produce the desired effect on my virile man: a lacy bra and panties, and, above all, the black spike-heeled shoes that accentuated my long and (I must say) very attractive legs. I was hot to trot!

My man was still the handsome, thoughtful person I had married. Partly because he was still attracted to me, I had made special efforts to keep my figure trim, and, although my bust had changed in the usual way after becoming a mother, I saw that Don – that's my husband – still found my pendulant breasts to be of erotic interest. 

But it turned out that this particular Saturday evening would be different. In one respect, it was different in what seemed to be a totally innocent and insignificant way: Bobbie, our son, would be staying home instead of cavorting somewhere else with his buddies. So there would not be the usual house-to-ourselves situation on that Saturday evening. Still, Bobbie was in his room, door closed, watching his TV or whatever. 

I didn't think about it one way or other as I left the bathroom, the warmth of the bath supplemented by my growing anticipation of Don's caresses. 

The drink that Don had given me earlier had been a bit stronger than usual. And I had glimpsed a promising bulge in his shorts as Don had handed me the inviting drink with a big grin on his face. Perhaps that explains why I did not close the bedroom door as I entered that room to join him on our king size bed.

For a long time we kissed, at first gently and lovingly, and then with growing passion. I felt Don's knowing fingers on my back, and then my bra slipped off and soon I closed my eyes to enjoy the action of his lapping tongue and hot mouth on my now eager breasts. I let my hands play over his body as he did so, with a feathery touch over his still-covered but erect penis. I sensed its growth in size and urgency as I murmured encouraging words to show him how much I was enjoying the situation.

"Mmm, that feels so good Don, I love it," I whispered. 

As he enthusiastically sucked and as my nimble fingers caressed his swollen hidden manhood, I heard a light creaking noise, the sound of a nearby door, I now realize. But at the time I was too absorbed in my sensual pleasure to respond to what that sound might signify. 

After a few moments, I felt Don's tentative hand on my neck and I responded immediately. I usually knew what he desired just by such slight gestures, so I shifted my position. Kneeling above him, I tugged down his shorts and felt a liquid response at my core when his massive erect organ popped up into view. 

I reached to caress it lovingly and then moved down to a comfortable position and commenced to make love to my man's cock. I licked the moist head and swirled my tongue around it, feeling it grow even harder, and then … I engulfed it with my mouth. What a joy to suck my husband's familiar but passionate prick! 

My juices began to flow as I heard Don whisper the words he knew would have that effect. "Oh, yes, I love it! Oh, you know how to suck! Oh, baby, keep doing that!"

As I fervently sucked Don's incredibly stiff cock, I heard a slight sound near the open bedroom door. This time my attention was drawn to it enough for me to open my eyes while continuing my mouth-loving adoration of my husband's cock.

There, at the door, was Bobbie! He didn't move. He seemed frozen, utterly still. Despite the dimness of the room, I knew he could make out the nature of the scene. His Mom almost naked! His lustful Mom going down on his Dad's massive cock! Both moaning with pleasure! 

At that point, without articulating it, I made a self-discovery. 

I found myself transported into a new state of being. At first my skin tingled and goose bumps appeared everywhere. And then, after a moment or two: a state of utter lust! Suddenly, I wanted a cock in me! I wanted to be fucked! Better said: I wanted to be seen being fucked! Better: I wanted my son to see me being fucked! Who would have thought it!

So I turned and, rapidly removing my panties, I spread wide, and in the process must have given Bobbie another sight to behold! His Mom spread-eagled on the bed, her blond bush and moist clit on display! And obviously eager to be fucked! 

I spread my legs still wider and high into the air, knowing that his eyes would devour my body, including those stiletto black shoes pointing to the ceiling. I wanted him to see me that way: his Mom as a lust-driven creature, needing to be fucked! 

"Fuck me, Don! Fuck me now!" I cried out. 

I wanted Bobbie to hear it! Just the knowledge that my son was hearing me say such a thing thrilled me, sending paths of electric sensation throughout my body, creating a sizzling liquid bath into which my husband's hot and urgent prick now plunged. Bobbie was watching his Dad fuck his Mom!

In and out! In and out! 

"I'm being fucked," the thoughts emerged, cascading through my mind, "and my son is watching. His cock must be hard. He wants his Mom! In his dreams he'll fuck me."

How utterly delicious! How incredibly erotic! 

Then it seemed that I had a hundred orgasms! I was some organic equivalent to a pistol set on automatic. I groaned and moaned and cried out and just went wild! 

Then I fell back. Don, innocent of the extra erotic stimulus to which I had responded, also fell back, sweat-drenched and exhausted from all the pounding he had given me. He simply uttered "Whew! Wow babe!" 

When I glanced at the door, Bobbie was gone.

That next morning, we sat around reading the Sunday New York Times and the local paper. I sipped my coffee and tried not to look Bobbie in the eyes as he munched on his breakfast cereal. Don was absorbed in the news of the day. When my eyes finally did meet those of Bobbie, he blushed and looked away and I felt my face redden. 

It took a few days for Bobbie and I to be able to talk to each other in any normal way, to get beyond mutual avoidance. Toward the end of the week, things seemed to be back to normal. 

But behind the appearance lies the reality. 

I replayed that Saturday evening scene in my mind, over and over, becoming increasingly moist with lust and more lust. I wasn't sure what would quench my thirst, my hunger, my craving. But what did I want? Beyond the idea of being watched again, I wasn't sure. Would making love with Don ever be the same? In any case, he was far too busy with his work during the week to even think about sex. 

As the week went on, I became more and more obsessed with thoughts and feelings that I knew were not of the sort a mother should have concerning her son. 

Where feeling directs, action follows. On Thursday morning, I just happened to be wearing no bra and a loose shirt and just happened not to be wearing my panties as I squatted down to look for something I dropped just in front of Bobbie as he sat in a living room chair. As I spread my legs somewhat and leaned over to reach for the object, I felt myself grow wet as I surreptitiously observed how his eyes did a dance as they bounced from the curve of my breasts to the glistening folds of my vagina and then back to the breasts. In a moment, though, I caught myself from going any further with this shameless erotically charged display. I arose and left the room, my face hot with the excitement of forbidden thoughts and feelings.

As for Bobbie, the next day he spent all his time alone in his room. As part of cleaning up the house a bit as usual, I entered his room to empty the wastepaper basket, and found an extraordinary amount of used tissues in it. I knew what that meant and Bobbie knew that I knew it. We both blushed and he looked away as I quickly left the room. 

The episode generated a flow of my juices and I retired to my bed and lay there, thinking about him as he had been lying there on his bed, listening to a CD, wearing only his shorts. His tall muscular body was tanned from his exposure to the summer sun. As I lay there, picturing in my mind what I had seen, I remembered that as I glanced at him, avoiding his eyes, my eyes had been drawn to an obvious bulge. Surely his masturbation sessions just more of what he had been doing before that Saturday evening? But were they now consumed with a certain motherly focus? I blushed as I thought of my display of the day before. Yet I wanted him to see me in all possible sexual ways! 

I tried to think of something else, but what came back to me instead was Saturday evening and Don's words and my actions and, in the remembered dim light, Bobbie watching. Watching me suck his Dad's cock! Seeing me spread wide and calling out to be fucked! Without even touching myself, a wave of ecstatic orgasmic pleasure swept across my body and then I fell back, relieved but for only the moment. 

Then it was Saturday evening again. 

As it turned out Bobbie had a date that evening. Don, coming out of his workaholic week of disinterest in sex, was hot and passionate as we lay in our bed and made out. Of course, the door to the bedroom was open. After all, we had the house to ourselves. 

Then, in the midst of a blissful moment while Don made love to my clit with his knowing tongue, I heard the faint sound of a door closing downstairs. The outer door! I was all ears as Don lapped at my suddenly more flowing juices. Then I heard the telltale sounds on the stairs. I knew it would be Bobbie! I was hot with the idea of it. I knew that Bobbie would have taken off his shoes and would now be climbing the steps with stealth, his heart beating rapidly, his entire body inflamed with the prospect of viewing more sexual scenes involving his own mother and father. 

And I knew I would provide a fresh supply of such forbidden pictures for his next rounds of masturbatory fantasy!

I shifted around so that Don and I were in the classical sixty-nine position, with my head as close to the open doorway as possible. I commenced to suck my man's cock, while my own juices flowing into his eager mouth as Don flicked his hot tongue at my sensitive clit. I awaited the arrival of my peeking son! 

Then he was there! Inner words bubbled up out of the inferno of lust that his presence generated in me. Oh, Bobbie, yes, watch Mom! Watch her suck! Stay there and watch her be fucked! 

My mind reeled with the inner conversation. I was using it to multiply my arousal, and arranging the situation in such a way as to send myself into ever more heightened states of sexual delirium. It was exponential lust! 

Then Bobbie stood at the doorway, only a few feet away from us. I lifted my mouth from Don's penis and swept my tongue around his balls. I had a sense of the startling impact this had on my audience! But it was not enough for me. I wanted to feel the reverberating effect of a still great impact on him!

Consumed with the idea of this something else, this something wilder, I shifted a little more so that one of Don's legs was pointing straight at the ceiling. Then I let my tongue undertake an even more intimate journey across his legs, his balls, and finally – my face red and my heart pounding with the very idea of it – I kissed and licked his puckered anus. 

I seemed to hear an abrupt intake of breath, a gasp. And then my own reaction to that reaction: Probing the nether pungent hole, my tongue initiated a rapid in-and-out action.

"Oh baby, that's fantastic! Oh yes, do it!" Don cried in passionate surprise. 

Oh yes! Bobbie watching! Oh joy! I wanted him to see me doing this thing, making love to his Dad this way! 

In a moment, Don could take it no longer. "Oh, babe, let's fuck!" he cried out. 

I turned and sat above him, grabbing his erect hot cock and enveloping it in my cauldron of boiling cunt-juices, then feeling it deep inside me! My back was now to Bobbie as I fucked my husband, up and down, rocking and rolling! 

"Oh, yes, oh yes," Don cried out. I felt myself swoon and then orgasmic throbs consumed me. Then, a few moments later, I fell against his chest as his spurting organ went into decline.

Breathless, we lay there in each other's arms. But my ears were tuned to the doorway. I heard a slight creaking sound. Bobbie would be on tiptoe, headed downstairs and out, where he would wait for a while and then "return" from his evening out. 

That was last Saturday evening. And now, I find myself engaged in mental rehearsals and revisions of tentative scripts for the next pornographic show to be staged for my secret watcher. 

I can guess what his reactions will be. In his room late in the night, early in the morning, at other random times, with his door closed, his body naked on the sheets, his boy-prick swollen with incestuous desire, and his mind a theater of taboo adventure, he will self-pleasure himself. He will imagine himself in the role of his Dad fucking his reckless and lustful mother.

This story will continue. I want my watcher to see more! For him to see more, I must do more! 

I rack my brain like a film director envisioning a scene that will have the desired effect on the audience. But, in my case, I know the desired effect is indirectly on myself, taking his role in my mind, finding it exhilarating just to imagine myself in some wild state of abandonment and being watched by my son. I'm thrilled to think of it! Oh, I know, it's wrong. But that's why it is so delicious. 

Reader, do you have any ideas for what I should do next Saturday evening? Tell me! Tell me! I must go further! It's too thrilling to stop!

Exponential Lust Ch. 2



During the early part of the week I was filled with erotic temptations: do this, do that, whatever it takes to continue the extraordinary, this life-transforming erotic adventure. I was a woman whose every waking moment was filled with images and words of the most forbidden and hence most exciting kind. 

I couldn’t wait for Saturday. On Wednesday, I used my feminine charms to arouse my husband Don. While he was at work, I phoned him and found a way to introduce some suggestive talk into the conversation. 

Then, at dinner that evening, with our boy Bobbie sitting with us at the table, I provided seductive yet ambiguous hints of sexual pleasure we might give each other later. For a moment, I thought I saw him frown as he glanced at Bobbie. 

But then, with his eyes dropping to the cleavage I had made sure to display, he became more than a little interested in my intimations of something daringly different that I had in mind for us later that evening.

By the end of dinner, the risqué talk had him so aroused he wasn’t bothering to look at Bobbie any more. Meanwhile, my lovely handsome boy, his face flushed by the potent suggestibility of his mother’s talk, had gotten the message. My secret watcher would be watching!

I recalled the previous occasions of my display for him, unbeknownst to Don as we made love and Bobbie stood at open bedroom door and, in the dim light, watched the lovemaking. 

Even thinking about it produced an erotic charge could just as well have been a small but powerful bolt of lightening. My mind sizzled with the heat of the imagined situation and my body responded with liquid recognition of the sheer mind-blowing eroticism of being watched by my son!

As for that Wednesday evening, I had given it some thought during the day. The problem had been to create an exciting sexual situation with Don for the benefit of my dear watcher -- and, of course, thereby to amplify my own excitement. 

I wanted to exhibit myself to and for him, to ignite a fire in him and then feel it spread to me. I wanted to think about his desire and let it feed fuel into the sexual flames that were consuming me with their ever-growing demands for more -- more of what was not supposed to ever be done in the presence of one’s son. Delicious!

I had a plan, or at least the initial steps, for the rest would depend upon the very unpredictability of the events that would follow it. 

Later that evening, with Bobbie in his room down the hall, I approached Don as he reclined on our king size bed, wearing only his shorts. I sat at its edge and leaned toward him so that he could enjoy the erotic sight of my barely concealed and ample bosom and be exposed to my mild but arousing perfume. I was wearing a teddy and, of course, the stiletto shoes he loved so much.

I let my fingers caress Don’s bare tummy as I spoke, touching the top of the shorts as a promise of where else those fingers might yet travel.

“You know what would be fun Don?”

“Hmm?”
 “Something we haven’t done for a while – watching an X-rated video.”

He looked at me with some interest but then wrinkled his nose, “We stopped watching because the silicone boobs turned us off.”

I laughed, “Right, I remember. But I also recall that you especially enjoyed some of the classic films, before the age of silicone.”

“That’s true.” He had perked up again.

“So … how about it?”

“Great. But which one, I wonder?”

“Don, do I have to remind you about your all-time favorite porn star, the buxom Miss Kay Parker?”

He laughed now and his eyes twinkled. “You mean she of Taboo fame?”

I smiled and then leaned to his ear and whispered, “And I also remember the scene that most turned you on….”

That did it. When I looked down, I saw that Don was very much aroused by all this talk about the central event of the film in which a mother, played by Kay Parker, has lusty sex with her handsome teenage son.

A few moments later, the TV in the bedroom was on and the opening credits were being displayed on it for our enjoyment. Our bedroom was large and the TV was off to the side facing a loveseat. Its back faced the bedroom door, not quite the best arrangement but it would have to do, at least for starters. I had set the bedroom lamp to a less dim setting than the previous two weeks and now the room also was lit up by the glare of the TV -- altogether, not too bright, but not too dim.

“Back in a jiff, honey, “ I said to Don and motioned for him to let the tape run. It was an excuse. I went to get something from a toilet cabinet and quietly placed it on a bedside table. 

And I left the bedroom door open. I was counting on Bobbie’s sexual interests to bring him to that door at some point. How could he resist? 

I fondled Don’s manly neck and shoulders as we watched the by-play between young Mike Ranger and his sister, a wining brat who annoyed me. I was happy when her brother fucked her good and hard and sent her on her way. 

I identified with Kay, the attractive Mom in the film.

Mike was her teenage son. Earlier he had secretly observed her in the nude, his eyes popping and his prick growing as he watched. She had showered and as she dried herself ever so gradually, he had the time to study each marvelous breast and to admire the long shapely legs. Then she had entered her boudoir and, sitting before a mirror, massaged a cream into each pendulous breast before slowly slipping on her black silk stockings and lacy black underwear. 

Don’s fingers were tracing a knowing path along my sleek naked thigh. I was getting wet in the right places, my arousal enhanced by the dual expectation of taboo events in the film and the forbidden situation I was awaiting in our bedroom.

When a big and boring orgy scene began, Don pressed the fast-forward. I was afraid that he might go too far. What if the key scene was played out before Bobbie arrived! I leaned into Don and began caressing his still covered cock while I probed his ear with my knowing tongue, the in and out motion a promise of what was to come. It had the desired effect as the restored normal play of the film and kissed me deeply. Then we both turned to watch as the orgy ended. 

Kay had returned home from the orgy in which she had not participated and now she lay in bed, restless with the sexual images flowing through her mind and with something else that seemed to trouble her. Nearby, in his own bedroom, her son Mike lay naked on this bed and deep in sleep. 

Then, suddenly, my attention reverted to my immediate surroundings and I knew my boy was there, behind us, at the open door! My body responded with a liquid surge that left me momentarily breathless. As this was happening, our bedroom filled the haunting music from the film that told its own story of incestuous desire. 

Kay was caressing her large pendulant breasts as her nightgown opened to reveal them, and then she arose from the bed and looked toward her son’s bedroom. The music conveyed her feeling: she was consumed with lust! Lust for boy! She wants to see his cock, to hold it, to caress it! She has an urge to lick it and then to take to make love to it with her motherly mouth! 

Oh yes! My juices flowed as the music and Kay’s demeanor conveyed this erotic message.

“Oh, yes, Mom,” Don said, “suck your boy!” 

This was the scene Don loved. He was not a particular devotee of incestuous themes, but this particular one did arouse him – and, of course, that was the basis of my plan. 

Kay Parker crept into her son’s dimly lit bedroom. The music continued to tell us that she was driven by something too deep and demanding to stop. Even as she sat at the edge of her son’s bed and observed his naked body, she made feeble attempts to withdraw but her irrational lust made it impossible. 

Behind me, I knew, Bobbie would be watching the film too. He would make the identification and it would arouse him as it aroused me. 

Perhaps even now he might be removing his erect cock from his pants, I thought, slowly masturbating as he watched the mother in the film break a taboo.

“I want my boy,” I stage whispered this to Don, loud enough for my secret listener to hear. Don interpreted it as I intended -- my taking the role of Kay, the mother ogling her boy’s cock. 

He grinned and that encouraged me.

“I want to suck my boy’s cock.” I whispered, knowing that the few feet separating from my boy at the door would allow him to hear his mother’s wicked words.

As he took in my erotic words, Don massaged my breasts and breathed hard as he watched Kay fondle the growing cock of her now restless son. 

He was too caught up in the excitement of the scene to hear the rasping breath behind us. For Bobbie too was breathing hard. He too was enthralled by the taboo encounter on the screen.

And by the hot words of his sultry mother had whispered … to him!

On the screen, Kay held the now semi-erect boy-prick in her hands and watched it with fascination, as it grew larger and harder. She bent lower so that her lips were only inches from the now pulsating organ calling to her, it seemed, beckoning her to abandon all social taboos, to leave them behind to embrace the joy of loving her own lovely boy!

“Oh I want it, I want my boy’s cock in my mouth,” I continued my role-playing, feeding my boy’s excitement and, knowing this, amplifying my own thrill at the daringly forbidden thing that I was saying and its impact on him.

Now Taboo reached it climactic scene. Kay swept down to take the cock into her eager mouth, her thirst for her boy at last to be quenched! She fervently sucked the incredibly large organ, the boy-cock of her wild dreams, the love tool that would reshape her very being! 

“Oh, yes, I’ve been dreaming of it, dreaming of sucking your cock, my own son’s cock!” I murmured and Don hands roamed by excited body, his heat communicating itself to me. Behind me there was another source of heat, partly physical and partly mental as I thought of my loving boy listening to me.

Then Don’s finger swam in and out of my hot pool of feminine arousal as I caressed his erect organ while both us kept our eyes fixed on Kay and her boy. 

To bring myself to a still higher state of sexual excitement, I took in the scene as it must be from Bobbie’s perspective and with his own lustful feelings. 

Bobbie would be watching the screen where the incredibly aroused mother made love to her boy’s gigantic organ and he would see the back of the loveseat where although could not fully see it, he knew that his Dad was engaged in some intimate action with his incredible hot Mom. 

Bobbie would know that his Mom had spoken to him, had confessed to him her taboo lust, her utterly amoral and shockingly forbidden desire to make oral love to him, her young son! 

And what thoughts must he have? Oh, Mom, I love you! Oh, Mom, I want to fuck you! 

Oh lord, can anything else bring such joy? My mind and body captured his imagined thought and feeling, creating a torrential cascade of orgasmic feelings flowing through my inner soul-body. 

And I thought, Yes, darling, I want you to fuck Mom!

Now, in the film, the son woke up. “Mom!” he cried out in shock, overwhelmed -- his own mother, her luscious breasts now fully on display, making love to his engorged cock! 

Then as Kay overcame the last of her motherly inhibitions and eagerly climbed on her boy’s enormous rod and took him deep into herself, I cried out, no longer in a whisper, “Oh, yes, baby, Mom wants to fuck you!” 

The reflexive effect on me was incredible: hot liquid flow, with thirst for still more of the erotic stimuli -- lust and more lust, multiplying its force with every sight and word! Exponential lust!

Again I took the perspective of my watching-listening boy: Mom wants to fuck me! She wants to make love to me as Kay is making love to her son!

And all the while, Don enjoys Taboo without the slightest grasp of the taboo feelings and ideas reverberating in the room around him! 

“Oh, yes, my own son,” I cried out, “Momma always wanted to make love to you like this.”

I heard Bobbie’s rapid breathing at the door behind me, envisioned his cock as he masturbated while he stared at the taboo action on the screen and listened to the taboo sizzling words of his recklessly excited mother. 

I imagined his desperate thoughts. Oh, Mom, I need you, I love you, make love to me!

Finally, in the film the incestuous couple were arriving at their climax, rocking and rolling on the boy’s bed. 

Now the son was on top, driving his enormous organ deep, oh so deep, into the secret place of his own origin, that liquid center of motherly forbidden passion, as she met his every thrust with joyous abandon! 

“Come into me baby, make Mom come!” So I say as Don’s now furiously fast finger probes my innermost cauldron below. 

As the couple on the screen climaxed, I could wait no longer. 

I needed to be seen! To be seen by my son as I fucked my man! As my man would drive his prick into me -- like I’ve never had it before! 

Although I was in a frenzy, I mad sure to fall to the rug in such a way that my motherly pussy was facing my ogling boy a few feet away and so that my husband, as he now commenced to make love to liquid-drenched cunt, had his back to his eagerly watching son. 

Don licked furiously my dripping cavern of lust. 

Meanwhile, by lifting myself on my elbow, I could see my masturbating son at the door. 

But something new was added! In a room less dim than in previous encounters, he now could see that I had seen him there!

And more than that! Our eyes locked! I could see the hot desire, the passion, and the sexual longing in his eyes! I went to paradise! Oh lord! My son!

I was almost in tears at the sight and sounds of the forbidden delicious scene. 

I cried out to Don and to my son, “Oh, yes, I’m the mother who is being sucked. She wants to fuck. She wants her boy to fuck her!”

Don’s tongue danced across my pussy with heightened lust as he heard those words, connecting them to Kay and her son. 

But for me, they meant something quite different. My masturbating son and I looked into each other’s eyes and communicated our mutual excitement, caught-up in the fantastic taboo meaning of what is happening!

I wanted to be fucked but no ordinary fuck would do. I had known and planned for this when, at the start of this encounter, I had left the room and returned to place something on a bedside table.

Now I turned on and crouched on my knees, my behind pushed up in the air as far as I could. I was now naked except for my high-heeled stiletto shoes, my legs spread wide.

I looked back at my husband, while also staring again at my entranced boy as he stood there masturbating and watching. 

To Don, I cried out, “You always wanted it – take it! Fuck me there!”

Don gasped. This was something new! 

I was in paradise. I knew there would be some fleeting moment of pain but it would mean nothing to me because my own son would be watching it happen! Knowing this, I would be taken to a still higher state of arousal. I would be transported to the other side of paradise!

I pointed to the bedside table and Don moved quickly to get the tube I had placed there. He was so absorbed in the long-awaited taking of my rear virginity that he still did not notice my secret watcher.

“Fuck my ass!” I called out to him.

“Oh, yes, baby, you’re going to get it,” Don said, his voice fierce with sexual arousal.

But, as a loving man, he proceeded gently and carefully. He probed and withdrew, probed and withdrew and then, finally, remained in me and waited. 

I let the pain come and then went beyond it. After a few moments, I luxuriated in the wonder of the hot feeling and pushed back on my man’s probing organ.

“Oh baby, I’m fucking your ass!” Don cried in wonder.

The heat was like nothing I had ever experienced. I thought again of Bobbie watching us! My juices dripped down my leg as I saw myself from his perspective. Mom taking it up the ass! 

“Oh, I’ve never felt like this! Fantastic!” I cried out in all sincerity.

Don began a rhythmic thrusting, fucking my ass steadily while with one hand he massaged my pendulant breasts and with the other he dipped into my boiling cauldron of juices and spread across my thighs. 

“Oh, yes,” I said, struggling to talk in the midst of the incredible ecstatic feeling, “it’s never been so good. Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass until I die, fuck me forever!”

Even amidst the delirium I was experiencing I could sense my boy’s own ecstatic but frustrated presence. He would want to join in! He would want to push his father aside and replace him! 

In my mind, I let him do it. Now Bobbie was caressing my breasts even as another hand plunged into my boiling center and as his mighty prick entered by trembling anus! My boy is fucking me in the ass! 

The imagined incestuous coupling filled my mind as my husband continued his long hard strokes, every inch of his powerful organ deep inside me on the forward thrust.

It was the ultimate image and generated a series of orgasms that washed over me as I felt Don come in my ass and collapse beside me. 

Bobbie had seen all that! And let him see more: I retained the position on my knees, backside to my son, my rectum throbbing and the come dripping out of my anus. 

I loved the image of it: the enticing pornographic posture for my son to see – then for him to then feel the ache of a need not yet fulfilled but promised as that small brown aperture twinkled and seemingly beckoned him. 

Then I feel to the rug and relaxed, aware that Bobbie had moved away and back to his room. Thus, the evening’s encounter came to a close.

Even as I lay there, however, I began to consider the days to come and what else might be done. 

I wanted to get not only to the other side of sexual paradise but to also climb hills there. I wanted to reach an imagined part of the world that was mental and yet actual, a place where taboos are not left behind but are reveled in -- so that they can be broken! 

The breaking of the taboos would generate that ultimate longed-for but ever-illusive sexual fulfillment that we women rarely acknowledge but intuitively fell as we watch our boys grow up, as we surreptitiously observe them in their private masturbatory moments. Then our dreams take on new and daring content. And sometimes for some of us, an unforeseen event, an accidental sight, ignites the fires of otherwise latent sexual possibilities between mother and son. If you are a mature women reading this, tell me: does it resonate with your secret desires? 

Now, as after the earlier encounters, I longed for more! The thirst was not quenched and perhaps never would be. My life was moving along an ever-rising curve that seemed to have no end in sight. Of course, somehow it would all end some day. But, for now, … 

I reached out to break a taboo and have had ecstatic moments. So now I’m on the other side of paradise but what else can I do to climb its hills and reach still further heights of ecstatic being? Tell me! Tell me!



Exponential Lust Ch. 3



No matter what astonishingly forbidden things I had done so far, I was not satisfied. But that was the entire self-arousing idea, this fantastic process of incessant amplification of desire to produce an ever-rising curve of unbounded lust. 

At first, it had been an accidental thing. I had been making love with my husband Don in our bedroom on a Saturday evening not long ago. Quite without any forethought of what might happen, in entering room earlier after my feminine preparations, I had left the door to the room wide open. In one of those strange chance concatenations of coincidences, it just happened that our handsome eighteen-year old son Bobbie decided to check out a sound he heard – and came to the open doorway. 

You can imagine his astonishment. 

And not only that, but in the dim light, while making love to my man's beautiful cock, I became aware of my audience and that is when the exponential process took off. I discovered, with an incredible thrill, that my awareness of my son's watching me in a state of sexual abandon made that very abandon not just reproduce itself to prolong the joy of sex – no, not just that, but more. It so amplified my arousal that it drove me into mental and bodily climb along a continuously increasing frenzy of desire beyond desire! Exponential lust!

Then just this past Wednesday my obsession with the idea of my boy watching us make love led me to seduce my husband into an evening of wild sex in which we watched the classic incest film Taboo as Bobby watched us do so! 

Thrown into a feverish state of sexual arousal by the very idea of being watched by my son as we watched the mother-son love making on screen, I even arranged for Don to make love to me in a way that I had resisted in the past. During the course of that exciting act, I had found myself envisioning the situation as Bobbie saw it from the doorway: his Mom spread-eagled on her knees, inviting her husband's entry into that nether sensitive aperture, calling our for that daring form of love making so that her astonished boy could not help but hear it! 

Not only that. The room had not been as dim as in the earlier situation, so that as Don made love to me, as I turned to encourage him, I could not only see Bobby watch us but my eyes met his and locked into a state of mutual incestuous lust and longing!

And all the while my loving husband Don remained in the dark about our being watched.

And now … days have gone by. I am restless. I go about my round of routines but everywhere the incredibly blazing images accompany me along with the unremitting refrain in my mind. Bobby has seen me do those wild things! Now he wants me! 

It was inevitable that something more should happen. It all began the other day when, as I was driving toward a nearby shopping mall, I found myself interested in a certain shop along the highway that I had ignored in the past. It may once have been merely a newsstand but now it also displayed a blinking sign, Adults Only! 

With some trepidation about entering this no doubt male terrain, I made an abrupt turn into its small parking lot and tried to appear nonchalant as I entered the place.

I sighed with relief when I saw that there were no other customers, only a clerk, a chubby middle-aged woman who greeted me with a friendly smile. Encouraged, I sauntered slowly down several aisles with their various displays of sexual parts and acts on vividly obscene magazine covers. 

Then I paused at an aisle where a number of racks contained paperback erotic novels. They seemed to be organized by theme. I quickly found out which theme interested me most as I felt the liquid response when scanning certain taboo-suggesting titles and lurid covers with their black-and-white drawings featuring the novel's characters in various states of undress and poised to undertake a variety of sexual acts. 

Harder Mom Said featured a tall and attractive nearly bare-breasted woman at a kitchen counter with a young boy pressed against her, his lips incredibly close to those well-drawn awesome breasts. 

Flasher Mom brought an extra skip and beat to my pulse as it showed a woman revealing herself to an eager young boy! 

The cover of Coming Into Mom showed a startled ogling boy sitting in the passenger seat as his Mom, no doubt in a sexually frenzied state, was in the process of revealing her shapely bosom to his astonished but delighted eyes. 

And there were many more.

I chose a half dozen of these books and paid for them, feelings my ears turn hot. My heart pounded as I drove home. I had no idea why I had done this, having never before even thought of such things – that is, before the events at home that I have been describing. 

And yet, in spite of my the race of my pulse and what can only be called awe about what was happening to me, the outlines of a plan began to take shape in my mind. 

It was a mild summer afternoon. After bathing, I threw on a robe and sprawled on the living room couch, one of the little books in my hand, Boy-Loving Mother. The cover drawing featured an attractive brunette lying down on her bed, her shapely breasts exposed and her nipples erect. 

The book's tale of a mother who is obsessed with her son resonated with my newly discovered sexual feelings. I became warm and moist at my center. The arousal built up as I read on, enjoying the woman's wanton behavior and appearance as she proceed with a seduction of her young son. 

Beside me, on the long table parallel to the couch, I had placed a tall glass filled with gin and tonic, from which I sipped from time to time. My body became warmer still as the book and the drink had their effect on me.

Then, after a little while, Bobby came home. 

I was leaning back on a soft cushion, my long legs stretched out on the long couch, my feet adorned by black high-heeled shoes. My robe was sufficiently open to permit him to see a good part of my shapely breasts and also a glimmer of my smooth thighs. 

He stood at the entrance to the room and remained frozen there, while I continued to read as if unaware of his presence. 

In the story, the Mom also had arranged to ignite her boy's interest in her but in a somewhat different manner. She was lying in bed in the evening and asking him to bring her a glass of water. Earlier, she had made sure to put on her most transparent nightie but nothing else. Now when the youngster brought the glass to her, his eyes popping at the delicious sight of his mother's wantonly displayed body, she leaned forward toward him to take the glass from him. In this way, she gave him a mind-boggling glimpse of motherly breasts with luscious nipples that seemed to beg for his attention. 

As I read this passage, enough time had passed for Bobby to shift his eyes and now take in the book I was reading, with its lurid title and cover on clear display for him to observe. The theme was obvious!

I heard him gasp and a thrill went through me!I moved my legs, baring a little more of my thighs and then leaned over to retrieve my drink from the table. The height of the table and its distance made it necessary for me to bend and thereby for my robe to open still further at the top. I took a considerable time to find and then lift the glass to my lips. 

I thought: Yes, Bobbie, enjoy!

Taking his perspective, I knew he could view his mother's deliciously curved breasts as they were fully revealed for his prurient interests to revel in! And my nipples responded to further enhance the erotic potency of the scene for dazed eyes.

Oh joy! I felt a warm liquid glow in the core of my sexual being as I thrilled to the awareness of my effect upon my son, as he stared raptly at the sight of my motherly charms. 

I wanted him to come to my maternal bosom! I wanted him to be my baby again! I felt a profound urge to hold him closely to me while he moaned in sexual delirium as he suckled my beckoning nipples and gently squeezed my soft but full breasts! To lure him into this … should I?

Not yet … it was even more exciting to hold him spellbound, to place upon him the burden of a continuing ache deep in his body that could not be relieved even by a frenzy of repeated masturbatory sessions in his room as he would relive this scene again and again! 

Again I took his perspective and let the words come in my mind. Mom! Mom! You're so lovely! I need you! I want you! 

Oh, God, oh glory to heaven, what a joyous feeling to be wanted so desperately by your own boy!

Thus far we had not spoken. I leaned back on the cushion and sipped my cool drink, placing the book on my lap with its cover facing him, its blatant title and shameless artwork demanding his attention.

His eyes bounded from that cover to my body. Then he stuttered, "Mom! What … are you … doing?"
 "Oh, just taking it easy on a warm summer day, loafing around," I replied casually. 

"Oh. Reading …." he could not go on, as he intently focused on the glaring title Boy-Loving Mother. 

I decided to back away from the precipice. I glanced at the book and looked back at my son.

"Don't think anything of it, honey. It's just a fantasy, just women's stuff." 

Surprisingly, that remark seemed to have somewhat of a soothing effect on him, perhaps normalizing the situation a little. He probably had heard about and even seen paperback books written by and for women -- "romance novels" with their gaudy covers usually featuring an attractive young woman with a heaving bosom hear a powerful looking stud. 

And maybe he had even skimmed through the pages in some of them in a bookstore, seeking out "the good parts." 

My book, if he only knew, was all good parts. But there's a thought!  

After he left the room, the thought reverberated in my mind. I recovered my bag of similar books and searched among them. 

I wasn't sure what I was looking for. But I was intrigued by one of them called All Day Mom!  A very beautiful woman had posed for a photograph that adorned the cover, in which she appeared to be a heightened state of sexual excitement as she caressed her lovely bare breasts. A door nearby was ajar and a young boy was transfixed as he watched her.

I brought the book to a nearby bathroom – the only one apart from the one off our bedroom that Bobbie never used -- and skimmed through it while sitting on the toilet for a few moments. Yes, it would do nicely. 

When I left the bathroom, I managed to forget to take the book with me.

I threw on an old shirt and short skirt. I left on my high-heeled shoes and also opened a few buttons at the top of the shirt. Then I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

While I busied myself in the kitchen, my ears were antennas pointed toward that bathroom. In a little while I heard Bobbie enter it to take a shower.

After a while, he finished showering. For a few moments I heard nothing and then -- a distinct gasp. I quickly returned to the kitchen. 

A half hour went by and then I called out to him to come to dinner. Only then did I hear him leave the bathroom. 

When he came to the table, all he had on was a towel draped across his mid-section, where a distinct bulge appeared. His ears were burning and his face redder than I had ever seen it. 

I found this extremely stimulating. As he sat down, I approached him and held his face in my hands and leaned down so that his alert senses could take in my perfumed presence and, above all, the white soft skin of bosom, now only inches from his attentive eyes. I let my hand play over his neck and ears, as I brought my lips down very close to his. 

I paused, letting us both bask in the delicious eroticism of the promise of the impending taboo situation. Then, a moment later, I gently kissed his trembling lips. 

"Mom," he sighed with a longing that thrilled me.

Then I moved away from him.

"What is it, honey, what's troubling you?" I asked innocently.

The sexual longing in his eyes persisted. He seemed unable to reply.

"Tell Mom, Bobby, don't be afraid." 

"I was reading …. A book, another of those books," he stuttered.

I didn't reply. He stared at me intently, his eyes dropping to my bosom. A small tremor went through my body.

Now for the first time his role as watcher was mentioned between us. "It was … like in that movie you were watching the other night – the mother and … her son." 

"I explained that before, Bobby." I said gently. 

"Mom …" he whispered, and then made a slight move toward me.

"No!" I held out my arm out and he stopped. 

He sighed, and stood there for a moment looking at me. "I don't understand," he said quietly, his eyes fixed on me intently.

I almost relented. 

He waited a few moments, uncertain. Then saying, "I'm not hungry," he went to his room.

I wondered what he would do now. And where was that book? I felt a tingle of aroused curiosity and imagined him in his room, stripping off his clothes, closing his eyes and envisioning … his mother! I would be open to him, taking his cock as Kay Parker had done with her son in the movie we had watched "together." He would envision my taking it in my mouth! There would be no music, except as our blood raced through our bodies in pulsating beats of forbidden joy!

I tiptoed toward his room and stopped in front of its door, noticing it was slightly ajar. I paused to look in the bathroom. The book was gone. I felt myself lured back to his inviting door.

I paused outside it and listened. I could not see anything. 

I felt my heart beat faster. Should I peek? I could not resist. I pushed very gently on the door so that it moved just a little to reveal that portion of his dimly lit room where his bed was located. 

He was lying there, totally naked, the book propped up close to his face with one hand. I urged the door to open just a little more and saw that his other hand was holding his semi-erect penis. 

I stood there admiring my beautiful son's tall tanned body, feeling the thrill of anticipation and uncertainty. His hand played over the growing cock, sending a shiver down my back. 

Goose bumps came next, as I recalled the time when I first realized he was watching me make love to his Dad's aroused cock. Now the roles were reversed as I watched the watcher!

I waited, assuming the erotic novel must be tracing a line of seduction by the mature woman as she became obsessed with her teenage son. Perhaps she would have observed him in his room, his eyes closed as he projected some unknown pornographic images before his mind and masturbated as she watched. 

I grew wet at the thought of this. I am that mother! 

Then my boy's cock was fully erect, a hard and angry beast, demanding forbidden sexual satisfaction. 

Perhaps in the novel he was reading the woman had reached a point where she had aroused her son's sexual interest, her sexually charged body attracting his every thought and his hungry desire until finally … he approaches her.

Projecting myself into the role of that mother and Bobbie as the boy character, I imagined myself being caressed by my loving boy, his mouth moving from one erect nipple to the other, kissing, licking, sucking! Oh lord, mother and son!

But now he had thrown the book aside and let his own imagination take over. And he began a fierce whisper. "Yes, Mom, yes, suck me. I know you want to, so do it. Oh, yes, Mom, your mouth feels so good."

Quickly, I removed my panties. I touched myself there where there was suddenly a liquid outpouring as evidence of my rapid reaction to the hot incestuous words my son had uttered as he began to increase the rhythmic movement by which he was pleasuring himself. 

"Oh, Mom, yes!" I heard him whisper. And then: "I'm going to make love to you Mom!"

My juices flowed as I watched him turn rapidly, hurling the pillow below to his groin and to commence a fucking movement into it. 

I quickly opened my shirt entirely and massaged my naked bosom as my other hand was engaged in a rhythmic masturbatory motion. 

I could feel my inner being swelling up with ecstasy, my mind and body afire with lust and more lust. Say more, I thought, say more! 

"Yes, Mom, your boy is fucking you now!" he cried, as if he had detected my thought. 

Hearing my boy's forbidden message, totally aroused by it, I felt an ache, a thirst, a demanding force within me that wanted to be satisfied. 

It was a percolation of desire, a bubbling up of feelings that seemed to push me beyond my previously attained height of such forbidden sensation. 

I knew that my son was now feeding his own desires and his own incestuous thirst! Oh, joy! To watch his self-pleasuring action and to listen to his daringly taboo expressions of mother-love! 

Then I came with a crescendo, a torrent of successive small orgasms as I watched his juices spurt across his belly.

I retreated from the door. The episode had ended for both of us.

All the next day I wondered what might happen next. Bobbie seemed interested in me, but largely confined himself to masturbation sessions. I knew when they were in progress but, with his door shut firmly in each instance, I did not have an opportunity to observe him again. But I ached for more! I now wanted more than forbidden sights and taboo words!

Then, the following day, Don informed us at breakfast that he would not be coming home that evening. He said something about having to go out of town, but I hardly attended to the details of his explanation.

As soon as he had announced it, Bobbie and I had looked at each other keenly. 

I was filled with tingly anticipation as the evening approached. 

I informed Bobbie that I would be taking a shower and then retiring early to bed. He nodded and indicated that he would do the same.

In the shower, and in further preparations, my excitement began to shift into high throttle. Looking at myself in the long mirror at the bathroom door, I admired my long sultry legs and my shapely breasts. 

One of my careful preparations had been to partially shave my bush so that now my blond hair was cut short down below, making my labia more visible to any interested party who chanced to take a peek! 

I slid into a new pair of red lacy panties with an open crotch and then a matching shelf-bra that allowed my ample but not huge breasts to be partially exposed – again for any interested party! Finally, I slipped into a new pair of red slut shoes. The entire matching set came from a sexy catalogue published by a discrete firm that I had dealt with before. 

As for the shoes, they were stiletto "to the max."

Then I looked at myself in the mirror again. 

What man or boy could resist? All that I had admired in myself when nude now became more sexually potent. 

There were the full breasts that now were not completely on display, giving a lover something to anticipate removing. And then there was the open crotch! Ooh la la! And the shoes! They sent a message: I'm a sexy babe who wants to be taken to bed and be made love to in every way possible!

Then I was off to bed. I lay there, having arranged the position of my body for the benefit of the watcher who would soon arrive, I was sure.

He had showered, I knew. Now I heard the music playing loudly from his room. It won't be long, I thought.

Then, suddenly, a total shock: A figure at the bedroom door! Don! My husband! 

"Honey!" I exclaimed.

"Hey babe," he said quietly. "Trip called off …." 

His eyes were fixed on what I was revealing, as planned – but not with him in mind! 

He didn't ask me how it happened that I was in that position. Perhaps that would come later. Right now, he suddenly had something else in mind.

"Let me get a bite, then I'll take a shower, babe," he whispered, a hungry look on his face. Then he was gone, proceeding down to the kitchen.




Exponential Lust Ch. 3



I admit I was disappointed in terms of what I had planned on. Well, some other time. Anyway, the preparations still counted!

Then, just a few moments later, another shock! Bobbie at the door! 

All the while, I had not moved, so my legs were spread just enough for him to take intent notice of my shaved bush, the deep cleavage so readily on display for his searching eyes. As he approached, I realized that he had no idea his Dad had returned!

"Bobbie," I started to say, wanting to warn him off. 

Whatever hesitation he had felt in the past had now vanished and as he sat on the edge of the bed, he traced one hand across one of my bare thighs and then the other.

"So soft, so smooth," he whispered, his voice tight with sexual tension.

I didn't try to speak. My body and my boy! I closed my eyes and almost without thinking spread my legs a little further. I sensed his warm body getting closer. 

I opened my eyes and looked down to see his face inches from the center of my arousal. 

I lifted a little to meet his lips as they dropped down to meet me.

"Kiss me there, Bobbie sweetheart, kiss Mom!" I whispered. Then I felt the blissful touch of his lips on my labia. At first, a tender light sweep across them, and then, a swift attack on the clitoris! 

Oh, lord, I thought, it's my boy doing that!

"Oh, Mom, you're so wonderful," he whispered as he paused in his adoration. 

"Make love to me that way, Bobbie, in and out, please!" I cried, grabbing hold of his head and pushing it hard against me while simultaneously rubbing myself against his urgent lips.

I looked down and watched with wonder at the glory of this incestuous moment! Could anything bring more joy?

Then my eyes caught a slight movement at the door! 

It was Don! 

In my self-centered wanton world of sexual taboo-breaking lust, I had forgotten all about his presence, his promise to return! 

The thought raced through my mind that Don might rush to get his hunting rifle and return to slaughter the two of us – the incestuous pair, his wife and son! 

But he did no such thing, or anything like it. 

Instead, he remained at the door, his eyes taking in the intimate forbidden scene in which, all the while, Bobbie continued his kissing, licking, sucking – his worship of mother-cunt!

Then Don's eyes locked on mine! 

I saw the familiar look of total lust! I glanced down and saw that he was naked. His familiar beautiful manly organ was fully at attention! 

When I looked back up at him, he met my inquiring look and nodded. 

Permission! 

Tentatively, I moved and Bobbie moved with me as I turned to take hold of his mighty erection. Now I sprawled across the bed, my eyes again locked on those of my husband as I moved to envelope my boy's wonder organ in my eager motherly mouth!

"Oh Mom!" my son cried out. 

I heard my watching husband gasp. 

I stared intently at him as I sucked our boy's penis lovingly. Don began to masturbate as he observed the forbidden act of love before him. 
I felt Bobbie trying to reach out for my half-naked breasts and as he moved, I released his cock and moved so that his roaming hands could caress my entire body and then finally reached their destination.

A moment later Bobbie's trembling fingers managed to remove my bra and my breasts swung free. Now it was his turn to gasp. Then my eager boy massaged my bosom with his tender loving hands, tweaking my erect nipples, lifting and then releasing the mature heavy pendulous breasts in seeming awe that at least those motherly sources of infant pleasure were again magically to be restored to his longing mouth for what it now commenced to do: to suckle there!

Baby, baby! I cried out inwardly as he made oral love to his mother's tingling breasts! As he held them in his loving hands, he licked each breast and then suckled like a contented baby. 

After a few moments, we shifted position. I moved to my knees and then bent to the lure of the erect cock once again. I went down on it, all the way this time. At first I gagged and then got control, feeling the monster organ touching my throat as I corkscrewed down it, turning and turning before moving rapidly upon and down on it. 

"Mom, Mom!" my boy cried out in ecstasy! I felt the reverberation of his joy in myself, compounded by the gleam in my watching husband's hungry eyes! Fantastic!

Bobbie continued to moan with incredible pleasure as I made love to him that way. He had turned to try to watch me and had never returned to his own act of oral love. But I didn't mind! 

His pleasure was my pleasure! I felt a surge of lustful joy as he continued to moan, "Mom, Mom, ooh Mom …," as I made love to his beautiful cock. My mind was a whirlwind of fleeting taboo thoughts. I'm doing this my own son! My husband is watching!

I had built myself up into a cauldron of lust. I paused and raised my head to meet his glowing boyish eyes.

My voice had a fierceness that came with unbelievable lust and taboo-busing sensations I was feeling.

"You can have me any way you want Bobbie! Any way you want!"

His eyes did a dance of recognition. He remembered what he had seen that evening when his mother had looked back at him as his Dad entered her nether hole to her obvious delight!

Soon it would be him, if he wanted it, his Mom was promising him! 

And I saw that it was too much for him. 

"Mom!" he cried out as if to warn me of what was coming. In the past, with my husband Don, I had always stopped at this point and let the spurts of sperm fall on my breasts or belly. But now I didn't want to stop! I wanted my boy's living loving liquid to flow into me, into a mother climbing to the top of an orgasmic volcano, all the while knowing that soon it would explode.

And it did! 

He went into a sudden orgasmic tremor as I sucked all the more rapidly, up and down. Then in a series of powerful spasms, the volcano erupted and the boy lava rushed into my waiting mother mouth! Instead of drinking it – it came too fast for me! -- I resolved to let it dribble back out. 

What a sight for my husband! Don watching me blow his son!

The thought of that thrilled me and I recommenced the deep sucking action as even more of the love juices spurted up into my mouth and then dribbled along my lips and chin and then back down on the still erect and potent organ!

Then I too commenced an orgasm that shook me again and again in its forcefulness! 

We fell back on the bed, both of us exhausted by the incredible physical and mental stimulation of the encounter.

I closed my eyes. The room was still except for our rapid breathing. For a while nothing was said. Then I felt my boy moving. I touched his penis and felt it grow erect once again.

"Mom, you're a sex goddess!" he whispered.

Then I felt my boy's lips on breasts again, teasing the nipples to erection before embarking on a journey down my belly, my thighs, my calves and then the toes of my tingling feet. 

I opened my eyes to see him standing at the foot of the bed, holding up my right foot, kissing the ankle, and then running his tongue along the stiletto shoe, slowly and with a certain obvious rapture.

I waited a moment and then turned on my belly. I lifted myself to my knees and then looked back. I saw my son's eyes light up and behind him, Don did a double-take as he fondled his semi-erect organ while he watched us from the doorway.

I rested my head on a pillow. I did not have long to wait before I felt his warm breath at those tender moist folds below, then the gentle movement of his tongue swooping across them, then his mouth capturing my erect clit and sending me into seventh heaven!

"Oh Mom!" he whispered and then I felt his warm tongue moving up, up and then licking at my nether region, finally gently probing another gateway to the core of my sexual being!

In and out! In and out! A flow of my own, less obvious feminine lava began and seemed to go on and on! 

Then, in a rapid movement that took me my surprise, my boy lifted my body and turned me around, climbing up to my face in a fast action that left me astonished and even anxious! What now? Then, for a moment, I felt the weight of his boy body on my breasts followed by the subtle pressure of his organ at my lips. 

He raised himself and suddenly he was in my mouth again, then out and in again! I opened my eyes to see his tall tanned body above me, his hands pressed against the wall behind the bed as he now sat above me with his potent beautiful cock making love to my willing mouth!

I imagined what Don would see and my lava again flowed. I knew Don had always wanted to see me making love with another man but we had never done that. Now, finally, he would watch it happen! And with his own son! His own son taking his Mom in this intimate way, sitting above her like some raging bull as his cock entered and left the compliant mouth of his wife, Bobbie's Mom!

Don would think: "It's wrong! It's incredible! It can't be!" But he would feel the thrill of a lifetime, his eyes fixed on the fierce incestuous scene, and that feeling would evade words, going directly to his groin to send him an inner message of bliss! Wife-mother being fucked by boy-son! Bad! Wrong! Wonderful!

Then, once again, I felt the tremors as the moving volcano above me threatened to unleash another burst of hot flowing lava! I let it happen and this time, gulped rapidly to swallow the unavoidable but delicious matter that spurted into me from above.

Then he fell to my side, exhausted.

After a while, kissing me lovingly, my son left our bed to return to his room. 

Don approached the bed, still erect and primed for action.

He stood for a moment at the foot of the bed, his eyes moving downward from my flushed face to my red super-stiletto shoes, taking in my entire nude form, bathed by sunlight.

"Sex goddess!" he whispered.

In answer, my swept my tongue slowly across my lips and then spread my inviting legs for his ogling eyes to take in the key object of his insistent erotic interest. 

In a moment, he was inside me. 

"You're a whore, a slut!" he growled.

"Yea!" I replied lustily.

"You've been mother-fucked!" he said fiercely.

"Oh yea!" I replied with elation.

"You're going to get it again, you boy-fucking whore!" he cried, plowing in and out of me.

Then it was my turn to speak intensely. "You loved it, didn't you? You loved how I sucked my boy and how he fucked me in the mouth didn't you?"

"Yes, yes," he cried, his massive organ plunging more deeply into me as I wrapped my long legs around his back and dug my stiletto heels into him.

I felt the beginnings of another orgasm as I cried out, "I've been mother-fucked and I want more! More!"

"Take it Mom!" Don cried, now absorbed into the wild abandon of the now incestuous family relationships, real and imagined. "It's your boy inside you now, I'm your boy fucking his Mom at last!"

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" I called out in the imagined satisfaction of my yearning and hunger and then … we came together, afterwards collapsing in utter exhaustion.

I lay there, contemplating the past and the future. What more could happen and with what consequences? 

Dear reader, man or woman – tell me who you are -- what would you like to happen? I can't promise it. I'm only a character in a story … or am I?



Exponential Lust Ch. 4



It’s a warm summer morning in an ordinary kitchen in an ordinary home in a suburban area of an American city. I’m a wife and a mother, but if you have been following my tales of incestuous lust, you know that I’m no ordinary Mom!

Even as I awoke this morning, my thoughts immediately went to yesterday’s encounter. What a thrill! Just recalling the events changed the setting of the parameter of my pussy to High: high liquid output! 

At first, thinking that my husband Don would not be returning that evening because of an out-of-town business meeting, I’d prepared myself to at last be taken by Bobbie, our handsome but shy boy. Part of the seduction had been accomplished earlier, but the culmination had been postponed – too long! Now, I was ready!

But as it turned out, quite unexpectedly Don had arrived home just as I lay there in my most provocative pose awaiting Bobbie to come to watch so that I could then lure him into something more! Taking in my readiness for lovemaking with his own immediately provoked arousal, Don had promised to return swiftly after a quick bite to eat and a shower. 

But then a few moments after he had departed for the kitchen below, Bobbie had popped up at the bedroom door, unaware of his father’s return.

And this time, I would not have needed to be more seductive than simply to lie there. For Bobbie overcame all hesitation and directly came to me despite my anxiety about Don’s return, which receded under the sonny-boy lips that worshipped my motherly pussy! 

A while later, I had been making love to my boy’s beautiful cock when Don reappeared at the door! Much to my surprise and delight, he had remained there to watch! 

I had wanted Bobbie to enter me as he had seen his father do it on another recent occasion: the backdoor entry! But, for some reason, he did not take up my overture and instead crouched above me and fucked my mouth as I lay there legs splayed open, boldly naked except for my stiletto shoes, on obscene display for my aroused husband to hungrily study as he watched our tumultuous incestuous action!

Then, as Bobbie had shuddered and shot his tasty juices into my mouth, Don had disappeared – only to return immediately after my son had arisen to go back to his own room. As he then fucked me, Don had pretended to be Bobbie, enflaming his own wild desires even more and creating a further upward burst of reverberations in my own exponential lust. 

Then, this morning, awaking, recalling these events, my pussy had leaked and I was once again on the rocket that propelled me with ever-increasing velocity into the dream paradise of lust beyond lust beyond lust!

In such a state, I had showered and dressed to fit my mood, uncaring of the time of day – eye-catching tiny blue panties and matching shelf-bra and, of course, a pair of “super stiletto” slut shoes, as I call them. Then I had thrown on a blue short silk robe.

So now I stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, waiting for one of my lovers! Who would it be? I loved both and now the asymmetry of my love had been overcome and I loved them both with equal intensity – and soon, I hoped, with equal fulfillment!

It was Bobbie! Just out of the shower, he too had on a short silk robe I had given him on his 18th birthday of a few weeks ago. Now, I thought, you get the other part of the present dear!

I was sure that his mind must be in a state of percolating images of our encounter yesterday and the bulge my eyes now devoured confirmed it, as did the hungry licentious look in his eyes as they surveyed my legs and for a while remain transfixed on my slut super-stiletto shoes. 

Taking his perspective, I knew he saw a tall voluptuous woman whose every scant item of tempting appearance and every slight aspect of alluring demeanor communicated just one thing: sex. 

“Sit down, Bobbie, I’ll fix you something!” I said.

But when he sat, his robe opened somewhat and I saw the fleshy object of my affection! Despite my plan to tease, I couldn’t wait.

I approached him and leaned over him, knowing that he would be responsive to the quiet draw of my mild perfume while also taking in the now evident mother cleavage as my robe opened to reveal it. 

And the bra had been chosen so that just under these conditions of view, the attentive observer would see not just the entrancing swell of a bosom but the also those nipples from which a long-ago infant had suckled with such utter enjoyment that a lasting if unconscious memory remained forever part of the self that now found the mere glimpse of them an occasion of rapture! 

“Mom!” he whispered, as desire emanated from his hot body, his voice communicating a longing that created a profound thrill that permeated my entire being. 

I brought my lips to his and gently kissed them, then increasingly pressed against them. My fingers ran through his unruly hair, then traced a loving path down his neck and around to an ear and along a warm flushed cheek. My boy!

I prolonged this moment for a while as my kiss hovered halfway between that of a mother and that of a lover. Then the two inclinations merged and the kiss became passionate: the kiss of lovers amplified in its thrilling effect by the incestuous context. 

Now my caressing fingers moved to dip into his already somewhat open robe and then to caress his chest and belly as my kiss deepened and as his tongue now joined mine in a delicious dance.

I had intended to continue to caress his belly but then my fingers encountered my son’s fully erect cock. I touched it, my hand tracing a slow movement all around it, up and down, around and back, then gripping the extended organ. How thick! I hadn’t realized until this moment that Bobbie’s enormous tool was so much thicker than Don’s. Hmm, my juices flowed!

“Do you want me the way Dad took me, lover?” I now whispered into his hot ear.

“Oh, Mom, yes!” he cried, his voice breaking with the emotional impact of the incestuous promise of the question.

I left him there for a moment while I went back to the counter to retrieve a small plate on which there was a small slab of soft butter – not by accident!

I placed the plate on the kitchen table in front of Bobbie and then returned to my deep kissing while lubricating two fingers to prepare and then undertake a delicious buttering-up of the thick boy-cock that grew even larger and thicker with each stroking movement of my massaging hand upon it. 

Then, I turned and threw off my robe and stood before my son, giving him the opportunity to survey what I knew his eyes would tell him was the incredible sight of a tall beautiful lady displaying herself for him – a lady called Mom! 

Silently, I removed my bra. My breasts popped out and wobbled before my boy’s intent inspection. I gave him a further moment to luxuriate in the taboo experience before I add a further element to it by pushing down and casting aside my panties. 

Now I stood before him, in the morning sunlight near that kitchen table where he sat, completely nude except for the high-heeled shoes.

“Do you like how your Mom looks, lover?” I whispered to him.

“Oh, Mom, yes, yes,” he whispered in turn, his voice barely audible as he basked in the rapturous moment in which I, his voluptuous mother, stood before him and invited his eyes to devour me, to worship me, to adore me, to look at me in a way that turned my insides to pure hot liquid appreciation of being seen this way by my own son!

Then I turned around and bent.

“Use the butter Bobbie,” I whispered, “get mother ready for you.”

I felt a buttery finger entering my eager anus. Gently, my boy’s finger screwed in and out of that tender aperture. 

Suddenly, the warm all-liquid feeling below would no longer tolerate further delay! The ass could wait! 

I climbed up on the kitchen table and lay back with my cunt-lips a few inches from Bobbie’s face. I spread my legs, offering myself to him as a special breakfast treat!

“Eat me, Bobbie, eat me!” I commanded urgently.

My hungry boy’s mouth connected with my juice-dripping pussy!

“Oh, Bobbie, yes, yes,” I called out with joy!

My bodily excitement increased with every lapping motion of boy-tongue on mother-cunt. I propped myself up and took hold of his head and pushed it into me. Irrationally, I longed to push my baby boy back into me completely! 

As he fucked me with his tongue I now wrapped my legs around his neck and held him in a tight and unrelenting grip while fucking back toward him, grinding myself into him.

“Oh, yes, oh yes, oh yes!” I chanted and then bucked and bucked again and again as the crash of orgasmic waves resounded against the delicious incestuous beachhead he had established – with no resistance!

“Oh, Bobbie,” I sighed now, releasing him, swinging my legs back down but remaining in the luxury of the forbidden connection, enjoying the intermittent tingle of his kisses and licks upon my thighs and belly.

After a few minutes, I sensed a message from that other eager hole: it too had now become impatient and wanted satisfaction! 

I swung off the table and Bobbie turned in the chair to watch me as I walked away from him slowly, looking back and seeing how his eyes made a slow and desirous survey of my long mother legs and soft mother buns before rising to meet mine and see the message of … more! 

Yes, more! For in the short interval between my orgasm and the present moment, I had envisioned the form of the next encounter and had begun to drip in anticipation of making it happen! Exponential lust!

Before me was the long glass door looking out on our lawn. I approached it, opened it and looked back at Bobbie. 

Then I walked out into the open air of that warm summer morning. I heard a bird chirping and sensed small animal movements in the distant forest.

Before me stretched our well-mowed lawn, continuing for about twenty yards until it met the boundary of our property where a deeper green lawn in turn reached out to a sliding glass door immediately opposite our own. There lived Janice, a friend and neighbor, a divorcee with a son about Bobbie’s age. 

I hadn’t thought it all out, but now I knew what else could happen and the rush of shocked excitement sent my body into sexual overdrive and my mind into a renewed ferment of lust.

I turned and saw Bobbie waiting. I crooked my finger for him to join me as I strolled toward the boundary of the two lawns, halting a few feet from where the shade of the grass changed. I eyed the opposite home with hope. And then … rewarded! For on the other side of the glass door that faced me, I saw Janice! 

Her mouth turned into an “O” of astonishment as she saw me. I smiled provocatively and looked back toward Bobbie as he now walked slowly toward me, the sway of his semi-erect cock conveying an erotically charged message.

I glanced again at Janice and then dropped to the grass on my knees. I assumed an angle that would enable optimal viewing by her and yet also allow me to observe her as she watched. Ah, to be watched!

Bobbie was now behind me. I wanted him very up and ready for maximal enjoyment so I played with his mind a little.

“Did you dream about taking me this way, Bobbie?” I inquired, smiling lasciviously.

“Oh, yes, Mom, yes,” he replied in a hoarse voice. His eyes fixated on my small nether hole that now tingled as I myself responded to our exchange of sexually charged words.

“Tell me what you want, Bobbie,” I commanded in a whisper.

“I want … to …” but he couldn’t say it. His cock was hard, but needed a further lift for my purposes.

“You want my ass?” I asked. 

I sensed that my eyes were dancing with the fire of incestuous desire that would communicate itself to him and amplify his own desire. 

“Yes, yes, I want your ass!” 

“And how? How will you take my ass?” 

“With … my cock! My hard prick!”

“Your cock in mother’s ass?”
 “Yes, yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, my cock up your ass!” he cried and then he crouched in readiness behind me, his organ enlarged and thickened by the words and the anticipation of their realization in action.

I glanced toward Janice and saw that she had stripped off her dress and was now removing her bra and panties. Now, like me, she was bare! Then she disappeared and I felt some disappointment by the absence of a watcher.

As Bobbie began his tentative probe of me, I glanced ahead and saw another person at a different window in the house across the lawn! It was Timmy, Janice’s son! He had been watching us too! 

Then Janice herself reappeared, slid open the glass doors and entered her patio. I saw now that she had decided to imitate my own sexually alluring appearance by putting on a pair of high-heeled back shoes with pencil-thin heels. She stood there, ogling us, a tall attractive woman completely turned on by the hot incestuous scene before her eyes.

My juices flowing and my anus tingling, I turned to Bobbie, “Yes, Bobbie, now! Deep inside me!”

He sank that thick long shaft into me and then paused. I took a deep breath: how enormous it was! How hot I felt there! 

I turned to look at Timmy and saw his eyes popping out of his face! Then, I saw him glance down from his window to see his own Mom in her full naked glory tiptoeing toward us on her high heels.

Meanwhile, Bobbie was pumping away and I was feeling the joy of incestuous anal sex!

“Oh, Mom, I’m making love to you this way!” He cried with incredulous bliss, perhaps not believing for a moment this was really real -- this astounding enactment of his most taboo mother-loving daydreams as he masturbated in his room envisioning me in every possible position and taking his organ in every possible aperture! Day after day, I knew, he would retire to his room after merely seeing a flash of mother flesh! There he would make love to his image of me and my dream persona would embrace him and welcome every sex-crazed request, no matter how obscenely incestuous! And yet all that frenzy would be accompanied by boyish love for mother!

These thoughts came unbidden to my mind and created in me a deep feeling of both love and lust – mother-love and mother-lust!

“Yes, yes, Bobbie, do it!”

I wanted the excitement to go to a still higher level. “You went to your room and jerked off thinking about me didn’t you? Didn’t you?” I asked in a commanding mother voice.
 “Oh, yes, Mom! Yes! I couldn’t help it!”

“You imagined fucking me didn’t you?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Day after day, many time each day, you went to your room and closed your eyes and saw yourself fucking me! That’s true isn’t it?”

He accelerated the pounding of my ass with his gigantic cock as he responded, his voice taking on the same ferocity as my own as we built up each other’s lustful appreciation of our action.

“I did, I did. You were asking for it! I needed it but you held off!”

“And what did I want from you?”

“To be fucked! Fucked by me, your son!”

“Fucked how, where?”
 “In the mouth! I did that!”

“Where else?

“In your pussy, your cunt!” 

He cock was sliding in and out in a smooth fast buttery motion and the heat of it was creating a fire in me. But I wanted more!

“Where else, where else did you think I wanted it?”
 “Like when Dad did it and I watched. In your ass – that’s where you wanted me, isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes, in my ass! I couldn’t sleep thinking of my boy coming to my bed and flipping it over, buttering my asshole and fucking me there!”

“Now I’m doing it! It’s real isn’t Mom?”

“Yes, baby, yes, it’s fantastic but real: make love to my ass!”

Then, a sudden sound! Startled, I looked back and saw Don approaching! I had completely forgotten about my handsome husband, sleeping later than his wife and son but now aroused – and I mean aroused!

Bobbie paused when he too saw his Dad, but then Don grinned to encourage him and strolled toward us, his heavy cock dangling in front of his tanned nude body. And he was carrying something – a video camcorder!

He propped himself on his heels in front of me. 

“I’m a gonzo man who wants to know what is going on,” he grinned as he pointed the instrument toward us, while Bobbie went back to his hot in-and-out action.

“We’re making love,” I said unnecessarily into the camera.

“Who’s making love?” my inquirer asked, a big grin on his face.

I looked up at Janice, who was now standing behind Don, fingering her pussy as she watched and listened. Then I glanced back at their house and saw Timmy at the open glass doorway, wearing only a swimsuit, with a big bulge on display as he took in the incredible scene. His mother naked! The neighbors fucking! Bobbie fucking his Mom! In the ass! The father filming it!

“It’s my son,” I finally replied and licked my lips for the camera,” My hot son is fucking me in the ass and I love it!”

Janice approached Don and kneeled behind him, speaking low in an excited whisper. I could see her body trembling under the impress of the forbidden events that she had observed and that had propelled her to come forward and now make a tantalizing request of Don.

“Don, want me to film it while you join in?”

Don needed no further prompting. 

He passed the camcorder to her and pushed himself up close to me so that I could connect with his long hard cock, laving it with saliva and then rolling my tongue up and down it before holding still so he could begin to fuck my mouth, in and out, in and out, in a rhythm that now matched my boy’s fucking of my ass.

“Oh fantastic!” cried Janice as she filmed us. “It’s incredible!”

Then Timmy came up behind his Mom and she glanced back for a moment, hesitating.

“Us too, Mom!” he said urgently.

Was exponential lust a kind of viral entity that could spread from me to my neighbors and from there to who knows where? Might the whole community go for it? Might the world flip out with joyous fucking families everywhere?

I disengaged from Don’s prick for a moment to encourage Janice.

“Do it, Janice, do it. You don’t know what you’ve missed until you’ve had your own boy!” I cried out to her.

“No, Timmy, no,” Janice objected half-heartedly, her hands trembling as she held the camera toward us.

“Yes, Mom, yes!” he responded, his face flushed with arousal.

“Do it, Janice, do it!” I cried out again.

“Oh lord! Oh lord!” Janice almost sobbed, “I can’t believe it, I want it, I want it but I shouldn’t ….”

“Fuck your Mom, Timmy,” Bobbie cried out impatiently as his cock drilled my ass.

Finally, relenting, Janice spread her knees further as she knelt before us and as her son Timmy crouched behind her. Then he plunged forward, his hard boy-cock entering the hot mother-cunt that greeted him with quite apparent joy! 

Despite the fact that her son was fucking her, Janice held the camera steady as Don returned to fucking my eager mouth.

“Bobbie, I’m fucking you Mom’s mouth while you fuck her ass,” he whispered with excitement to our son.

“Yes, Dad, yes, fuck her mouth. Do you like this Mom?”

Don pulled out of my mouth so that I could respond.

“Oh, two lovers, my two lovers, I love it!”

I was in an ecstasy beyond ecstasy. Often I had daydreamed about two men, two handsome studs at addressed my every bodily need! In my dreams, I would take on in the mouth while the other sucked my breasts and then licked my pussy, then, at some point, they would fuck me. And now ….

My two studs are here, making love to me! My own loving husband and my own wonderful son! 

Then Timmy was coming! He pulled out and sprayed his mother’s backside with his come! 

I looked up at Don and he seemed to get my unspoken message. He did an acrobatic maneuver that got him under himself under without disturbing my son’s action. 

I looked down at him and swung my breasts toward his mouth as with one hand he found my second aperture and entered me. Slowly, he took turns with Bobbie in entering and leaving me. I was being double-fucked! Double-fucked by my husband and son!




Exponential Lust Ch. 4



“Oh, Don, yes, fuck me there!” I cried out in delirium of pleasure. “And Bobbie, don’t stop. Lovers, fuck me forever!” 

I was swooning not just from the physical event but from the sheer incredible taboo-breaking meaning of it. 

Ahead of us, as Timmy came on his mother’ ass with a crescendo of sperm, Janice fell to the ground but continued to film us.

“Oh, yes, I cried out.”

Janice and Timmy watched, enthralled.

“She taking them both at the same time, Mom!” Timmy said in astonishment to his mother.

“Yes, yes,” she replied with excitement.

It was all so transcendent, so beyond anything that anybody had ever imagined as happening on a warm summer morning on that sweet green grass below a clear blue sky.

Then, a few moments later, Bobbie pressed hard into me, shooting his sperm into my throbbing rectum while I shuddered with a series of orgasms and as Don shot his load into me too. Then we all three fell to the grassy ground.

We smiled to each other and rested until a while later, Janice and Timmy said goodbye to us and returned their home across of the lawn. 

I felt a warm glow inside me and sensed that it was part of some hidden pattern of shared feeling among us: myself, my loving husband Don and our wonderful boy Bobbie.

I raised my eyes to take in the heavens above us and to attend more closely to the surrounding world of grass, trees, birds, and other sometimes hidden creatures, large and small. The sky was an incredible blue with several puffy white clouds suspended in it. Blades of grass, gently moving in the breeze, produced a slight and welcome tickle of our nude bodies. The world was so lovely. 

Life thrived under the nurturing warm radiation of the morning sun: the chirping of freely flying birds, the rustling of fractal leaves in the breeze – and we ourselves, fortunate creatures of the living planet, resting peacefully there on the welcoming grass. 

A small plane flew over us. Its pilot would observe three nude bodies in the grass, never guessing the antecedent events that had transpired on that sunny summer morning. Gradually, the buzz of the plane became faint as it disappeared from view. Afterword on Exponential Lust

In those moments there on the grass, and later, I sensed my connection to an all-embracing nature around us and felt in harmony with it. What we had done in our orgiastic encounters was to join in the universal pulsation of nature. 

In nature, the words we uttered that resounded so forcefully in our brains and that ignited our lust and fostered an abandon of social conventions were only certain sounds emitted by living organisms. They were the sounds of organic need and organic fulfillment clothed in the syntactical forms of human language.

And those acts we had done together and would do again? What were they but exemplars of the physical connectedness that is the very soul of the natural world in which the creatures arising in it know only one law: enjoy life! 

We arise and perish, enjoying but a brief interval poised between birth and death, giving us reason to wonder what meaning can be given to our transitory existence. But, sometimes within such a brief string of living moments unified around a self that persists and can remember at least some of its past and anticipate at least some of its future, we are blessed with ecstasy. In those memorable moments we encounter our innermost being in all its brief but precious pulsation of life! 

Yet, it is in such a context of ultimate ecstatic enjoyment that exponential lust arrives at its inevitable limit. 

In transcending a sexual taboo that categorizes certain actions as horrible infractions of the nature of things, we incestuous lovers are basking in certain real possibilities of life by boldly allying ourselves with that deeper character of nature that reaches back to well beyond our pre-human ancestry into the remotest regions of the great tree of life – a character wherein irrational id rather than rational ego has its home, driving creatures to undertake acts for the sake of enjoyment of their brief moments of existence. 

And then I suddenly understood the place of human taboos within the majestic universal order of things. 

By placing before us a profound conceptual barrier to the fulfillment of our feelings of love – which always mingle physical reality with human ideas -- the taboo served to amplify the ecstatic nature of the forbidden union of bodies. If and when mother and son not only love each other but also make love then, with this physical realization of forbidden desire, motherly love is transmuted and made into moments of incredible eroticism both in anticipation and in memory.

Yet, each successive episode of lust-driven incestuous lovemaking must follow the law of diminishing emotional returns. Eventually, the curve of lust ceases its ever-upward trajectory. The exponential process is terminated.

Thenceforward, although there is loss, yet there is compensatory gain. For then there can be the inner peace that comes with the end of lust and yet a peace that is not a sign of deadly stasis, but rather an aspect of our perpetual enjoyment – as long as we are alive -- of that incessant and insistent sexuality that is part of our nature and that, in turn, is a mirror within us of nature and of the pulses of life that characterize nature.

Let the birds sing! Let people make love!

Farewell, dear readers. And, for those of you who have stayed with this story over its four parts, thank you for being so responsive. I’d love to have your own closing comments.