22 comments/ 244917 views/ 63 favorites Freudian Photography By: Ernest Hemingsex WARNING: If you are not 18 or older, please leave this page immediately. Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways. This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further. * Laura was finishing her spring cleaning in her son David's room. She respected his privacy and wouldn't go into his bedroom to putter around in but they had agreed that this morning she would go in there to clean up. The agreement was made over a week ago, with the understanding that anything private of his had to find a new "home" until after she finished in there that day. He didn't mind because he didn't have many private items which his suitcase couldn't hold. Besides—and best of all—she would clean up his room. He wasn't sloppy but he didn't like having to clean up his domain. So this worked out very well for the 22 year old. Putting down the can of Pledge onto the window sill, Laura went to his desk for the thing she knew she would be going to: the envelope of photographs. She opened the large manila envelope and pulled out the photos of David. The first one on top was one of her son modeling a sweater. The next one was of him in a new line of parka. The third one was her favorite: it was a summertime shot of David wearing a short-sleeve shirt with a wide open collar. The collar was actually opened to mid-stomach, revealing a nice slice of his sculptured physique. The proud parent mused how quickly her handsome son broke into modeling. Since he was young, it was obvious that genetics were on David's side in the looks department. Both his mother and father realized this early on, and advised him to go into modeling. The looks and the help, i.e. Dad's best man who was a VP for a modeling agency, got David off to a flying start. For almost a year the boy got offers to pose for some of the country's top clothes designers. He was doing well for ten months...until Fate gave him first a bad "hand," then an even worse one. The company where the VP friend worked had been under investigation by law enforcement authorities for sexual harassment charges. When the situation came to trial, as part of the settlement several higher-ups were let go, including the family friend. Soon there after, the model requests and offers dried up. Seven months had passed and David couldn't get a modeling gig if the world was coming to an end. Then an even bigger blow came soon after. David's father was finishing up late at the office and just got in his car heading home from his uptown New York office to White Plains. A few moments after he pulled out of his parking spot, a man who had just finished his fourth round at a nearby bar, also got into his car...and afterwards plowed right into David's dad's car after running a red light. The drunk driver ended up with a laceration to the forehead and eventually stitches. The father, enroute to the hospital—DOA. The months following the funeral were rough for Laura and David. Financially they had a nice cushion in the bank but emotionally parent and child were in bad shape. As they healed, they realized that despite the money in the bank accounts, they both needed to occupy their time with work. The mother returned to her roots in banking, and was fortunate to land an executive secretary position for a well-known bank. The son took a job at a men's suit shop. One day while at the men's store a customer came in who remembered David from a prior photo gig. The man offered his condolences and the two conversed. A fair exchange had been made: the man bought two new suits, and David learned of a photo session for a very well known maker of men's swim wear. David wasn't thrilled about the nature of the pictures; he had been approached about this type of pictorial during the days when things were good. He was a modest young man and wasn't interested in this type of work. But considering his current drought, he recalled the old saying, "Beggars can't be choosey." Not wanting to appear needy, we waited a couple of days before calling the man. Laura exclaimed at dinner that night, "Honey that so wonderful! Oh that is such great news!" "Yeah, but it's swimwear," he protested somewhat. "So?" He looked down at his lasagna. "I don't like that type of photography." "Why?" she inquired incredulously. When we went to the beach last year you looked great in your swim suit." "These aren't regular swim shorts I'd be showing off. It would be Speedos." She had instant flashback to when the three of them went to the Hamptons and David was lying on his back at the beach. Laura's mind changed one thing about the flashback: David was on his back on the beach but in that skimpy material known as a Speedo. Did her heart just skip a beat at the thought of her son in a thong for men? she wondered. She returned to reality seeing her son still staring at his food. Her first instinct was to go on about taking what you can get when you get an offer in your field even if it isn't your preference. But then the motherly instinct took over. "Ah baby, you got a chance to get back into modeling. Granted it is not what you want right now but don't concentrate on that." David sighed with exasperation, picking his head up to stare up at the kitchen ceiling. "Even if I wanted to do it, I have to have the photos done on my own. And quickly. I lost contact with almost all my old photographers. The one I still had their telephone number for was all ready booked." "What about me?" the mother asked. "I used to do photography." "Yeah but how many years ago, Mom. How long ago has it been since you picked up a camera. College?" She was ever so slightly offended and was ready to say, "The clock's ticking, Junior. It's me or no deal because no one else is available" but she kept quiet. Instead she silently conveyed this message by staring straight at him. Their eyes were locked, and the son soon realized this was his only option. "Ok, Mom. You're right," he relented. "Thank you and I am sorry about the college comment." She smiled. "You're welcome. When do you need the pixs by?" "Two weeks." "Shall we do the shoot Saturday? We can set up here in the house. I still have my umbrellas and things." "Sounds perfect," he said with a more-upbeat tone. Laura said, "One question though, David." "Yeah, Mom?" "You still need just to push a button to take a picture, right? That's how I remembered how a camera works." "Mom!" The gleaming mother playfully ran her left hand through her son's dark locks. The next day David was off from his job and received a call from his contact. "What size jeans do you wear, David?" "Why?" "Just tell me." David told him and was instructed to come in the next day. He would have to also do a couple of pictures wearing a new line of jeans. That night at dinner, he was once again down. "They want me to have several shots done of me in these new jeans without a shirt. WITHOUT A SHIRT?" he bemoaned. Laura rolled her eyes back. "So what's the problem?" "Mom! What—you don't remember? I don't like "fleshy" photography. Sure I did that shot with my shirt open but at least I kept it on. Plus you'll be taking the picture. They want a couple of beefcake poses." Slightly annoyed the mother replied, "Didn't we already discuss about having to do things you'd rather not do to get back into modeling. And what's the big deal about me seeing you without your top off while wearing jeans? I'm going to be taking pictures of you in a skimpy swear suit. Stop being such a wuss." That stung. But David knew his mother was right. "Oh—alright," he relented. "Besides, you're not my type," Laura quipped with a grin. Actually—and secretly—David had become Laura's type. She had started having unorthodox feelings for her son. It started with butterflies in the stomach when she was near him, much the same way she had with musicians and actors during her teen years. Then, shortly before they agreed for her to be his photographer, Laura was having erotic dreams about her son. The dreams had the two fucking and sucking into oblivion. Her favorite one, which was recalled even while at work, had Laura in the shower. Her back was to the shower door. David entered the shower, and said "Mom?" With a devilish grin she parted her legs and he slipped into her from behind. Most mornings up to the day of shoot, Laura woke up with her fingers buried in her pussy and/or wrapped around a breast or nipple; the sheets drenched with her release. She was happy David's room was downstairs so he could not hear her midnight moans of self- pleasure. She clearly knew her desire was incestuous. She did feel some guilt, but more defensive of her forbidden thoughts. Other mothers have felt the same way about their sons so she wasn't the only one. She reasoned May-December romances were a de-facto scenario of forbidden mother-son love. She was a young widow living in a house with an incredibly good looking and well built man...who happens to be her son; this factor of relationship doing little to bother her. In fact it fueled her XXX dreams. The mother figured nothing would ever happen between her and her offspring. 'If I said anything, he may even be so disgusted that he removes me from his life' she also considered. She figured that once she met someone else these illicit dreams would be replaced by "the real thing". On Saturday morning, Laura went to the basement and retrieved all her photographic equipment. She was glad she didn't listen to her husband who told her to get rid of sell the stuff. Wow, that was a switch: a wife wanted to keep old stuff and the husband told her to chuck it? She brought everything into David's bedroom and set up shop. The mother clearly knew why she had talked her son into using his room, though she used the notion of his room being more spacious and apt for a photo session. This was true, but Laura wanted to have a fresh background for her sexy dreams. And taking pictures of an attractive man in his bedroom with him posing without a shirt and then in swimwear would be pretty damn fresh and sexy. When she finished setting up everything she hollered, "Honey, let's get started." About a minute later her son appeared. They smiled nervously at each other. "I guess we'll start with the jeans pictures," the mother suggested. "Why don't you take off your shirt?" David finished opening the buttons on his shirt and now was opening it. Laura's eyes widened as in a few seconds her son's chest came into partial view and then total view. He removed the shirt from himself and tossed it to the floor. It reminded her of the photo of him with the open shirt...only this was much, much better. Her handsome son stood before her topless. Her eyes immediately could not get enough of the young physical specimen in front of them. His black hair was wavy and cut short. His shoulders were broad and cut, thanks to his love of up push-ups. The photo lights reflected a small patch of perspiration on top of each shoulder. The lights also gave a sensual appearance to his piercing black eyes. His arms were Popeye-like. Her eyes swept over the expansive black mat of hair across his chest. She remembered the other day how her fingers glossed over the pictures of his chest hair. Now it was "live" in all its 20-something, semi-curly glory. Her mind, now racing faster than a computer in the Pentagon, had images of her 10 fingers "running" through her son's chest hair. They would stop at his nipples, the two pink tops now staring back at her, and tickle each nub of flesh. His stomach was the typical 6-pack. Her thoughts now had her hands tracing the abdomen indentations. It was all she could do to not to stare at his crotch, which was very nicely highlighted by the tightness of his Levis. David smiled, seeing the appreciation of his physique from a female, even it was his mother. "How do you want me, Mom?" 'Deep inside me' was Laura's knee-jerk mental answer. 'What the hell are you talking about, Laura?' she chastised herself. 'This is your son. Yes he's handsome and his upper chest is incredible, but this is your offspring...your child!' The self-punishment thought woke her from her original musing. "Why don't you take off your shoes and socks, honey?" David good naturally obeyed her. His Nikes and socks were cast under the bed. He was now wearing the jeans. She clicked away having him in various versions of the Thinking Man position along with him lying on his back. "Put your hands behind your head and stick out your chest," Laura suggested as she watched thru the camera's view finder as her prone son reclined on the bed. The sight of his mother's opened eyes as he bared his upper bod returned to David's mind. He immediately realized that his mother was the spitting image of Married with Children's Peggy Bundy, though her hair wasn't as puffed up. Just like her, David's mom was an attractive redhead whose usual attire, especially tight pants and heels, accented her sexy early 40s figure. Laura had on a pair of jet black Spandex pants which ended at the ankle—just like Peg—with matching black open-toe pumps. The black attire contrasted nicely against her red hair. Her top, a lavender plaid shirt, was tucked into the waistline of the Spandex, though loose fitting. As she moved around the bed shooting off pictures, David couldn't help but notice how her breasts shook inside the shirt. He knew from last year at the beach that even her frumpy one-piece bathing suit couldn't hide her huge melons. David figured his mother's breasts were at least 37's. It was now his turn to have wide eyes as his mom got into a catcher's position for the next photo. Laura's breasts jiggled in their plaid confinement. He saw and heard the Spandex stretch across her lap area. "Now turn on your right side," the photographing mother advised. From this new position and thanks to the shine from the lights he could clearly see the Spandex area stretch over his mom's crotch, and—was he just imagining this?—slip into her parted pussy lips which were outlined through her panties and the tight Spandex material. Still maintaining her squat, she shifted her weight from her the left side to the right. It seemed to David like the imbedded Spandex went deeper into her labia. Was his mind playing very dirty tricks on him? One thing for sure—his groin wasn't pretending. David had the beginnings of an erection. It was an erection brought on by the sensual setting of the photo shoot and...even more so...the sight of his lovely and sexy mother squatting before him in "paint-on" pants. He had never gotten turned on during the prior photo sessions. It was even odder this was occurring with his mother Laura. The adjective "incestuous" came to mind. He really never thought of his mom in a sexual way. She was just...mom. But things now had drastically changed. This whole scene, his mother taking pictures of him like this, was definitely pseudo incestuous. David really didn't seem to mind. He was never one to follow the crowd, and having your opposite-sex parent taking photos of you without shirt or shoes was definitely not one for the crowd. Laura stood up in one swift motion. There was a hint of moisture—non-perspiration moisture—between her thighs. She caught sight of her child's deep black eyes fall up on her motioning breasts. A slightly warm feeling swept over her groin. Out of the corner of her own hazel eyes she noticed his groin area protrude slightly. "How we doing?" she pleasantly inquired. Dumb question. Judging by your pants, I'd say you're enjoying this venture into the risqué just as much as I am. In a down-to-earth tone he answered, "Fine." Just like you—fine...oh so fine. "Are you ready for the swim shots?" I sure am! Yes! Yes! I admit it—I want to see you, my well-built son, in your bikini briefs with that growing bulge. Yes! I need to see you, my chiseled child,, sexually aroused as I am getting. Yes! With a confident voice David responded, "Absolutely." Fucking A—absolutely! I am more than ready! I want to strip down to my Speedo with my cock rapidly getting hard for you to see, my hot hot mother! He turned to his right and got off the bed. He was standing a few feet away from his mom. Both her hands were to her sides, one holding the camera. Mother and son were each breathing a little heavier. Laura, on eye level with David's chiseled chest, saw there was more perspiration there. She raised her eyes and met her son's. They silently agreed to enter the forbidden. Her unmotherly gaze at him was broken by the sound of a snap. He had unsnapped his jeans...and was now pulling down the zipper. The zipper sound ended and he parted open his Levi's and pushed them down—slowly—to his ankles and stepped out of them. David took a step forward...and closer to her. He placed his hands on his hips, parted slightly his bare feet, thrust out his chest—and rising erection—to his mother. Time seem to stop. Laura's heart was beating like a heavy metal drummer. She was enraptured by the young masculine sight before her. Her son stood in front of her—the only clothing on his fabulous male form...a pair of sky blue Speedo briefs! Man, was he sexy! His calves and legs were well toned but to this lustful mother this was just a blip on the screen of her stud son. It was the bulge!—oh that sweet sky blue bulge which was the focus of her attention. 'He's got to be 7 inches—minimum,' her sex-filled mind quickly gathered. And judging from the angle of her son's boner, it wasn't even at full mast! "I have to...to... change the roll," she semi-stuttered as she began removing the old film from her 35 mm and resupplied it with a new roll from the nearby table. David saw that his mom's shirt, though loose-fitting, revealed her reaction to his body: her nipples began to harden. His head felt like it was in a haze. Here he was standing in a skimpy pair of swim trunks with a growing hard-on—which was almost complete—being photographed by his attractive mom who was obviously getting equally aroused by the whole situation. Laura also felt like she was in a haze. If she was asked to state her name and where she lived, she would have difficulty. She couldn't move her gaze from her son's erect penis, which seemed to be pointing at her through the Speedo. Her labia were engorged, she had gone from moist to wet, and her nipples were erect. She wished she was wearing something tight to reveal her excited teats the way the Speedo showcased her son's arousal. Her excitement soared when a dark patch appeared on the portion of the sky blue material which covered the head of her studly son's cock. David was the first to break the trance, knowing that any further pictures could not be used in his photo portfolio thanks to his erection and pre-cum. He didn't care that this photo shoot had become erotic—in fact he was glad that it had! He had frequently fantasized about a moment like this where the model excited the photographer (and in this case, vice-versa). He just never fantasized the photographer would be his mother. Now it was a matter of seduction. David wanted to seduce and stimulate his beautiful mom. He was proud and excited to be standing in front of his shapely, pretty mother wearing nothing but a flimsy swimsuit and sporting a humongous hard-on. "How's this, mom?" He locked his fingers behind his head with elbows bent northwesterly and northeasterly, and his knees slightly bent in a semi-squat. Laura's son thrusted his pelvis forward and the Speedo stretched over his stiff cock. A new ooze of pre-cum was released. Freudian Photography Laura almost moaned, seeing her son in an even more erotic stance. She, noticing the stain on her son's bikini briefs widen, mused to her self that her own feminine release had just wetted her panties even more. Between her legs she was getting soaked—fast...and she loved it! Her mind had already made the decision to commit the forbidden this day—she was going to fuck her only child. She was going to fuck—and get fucked by—her handsome and well-hung son. This was incest but not in the common notion. This was not a forcible act. This was consensual incest between two adults, in the privacy of their own home. This mother and son wanted—desired—to know each other sexually. To Laura it was just a matter of when. There was a side of her which imagined her putting down the camera, pushing him back on the bed...then straddling him...and dry-humping him like a rodeo rider till they saturated their still-remaining clothing with love juice. Later they would strip, shower together, and return to the bed to begin a slower love making session which would also include a deliciously languid 69. The other side of this wanton mother wanted to keep the sexual tension between them going for just a little longer. It was this side that won out. "That's great, baby," she uttered in a somewhat hoarse tone, "Hold it." The shutter clicked twice. Unless Laura wanted a specific pose, David was in control. "How about this?" He put his hands back on his hips, tiled his head down to his left side, and pouted his lips. His mom took another two shots. He used to be a big Kiss fan and remembered their lead singer, Paul Stanley. David began to "borrow" many of the rock star's seductive poses from on stage and in magazine pictures. He next turned to his left for a profile. With his hands just hanging to his sides, it seemed like an ordinary profile shot except for his raging hard-on. It was now fully and completely erect, and pointed out like a clock's arm in the 1 o'clock position through the stretched Speedo. The redhead found it very difficult to frame this shot through the viewfinder, as she was starting to pant. She was seeing her offspring, her son, in a way many mothers have thought about, if only briefly, and some who longed for. Her love cream, free flowing now, was running down the inside of her thighs and staining her Spandex. She could smell the aroma of her arousal. The stud son could also smell his mother's heat. He could see that her nipples were fully erect and poking through her shirt. He was turned on—like never in his life—because he was turning on his hottie mom. Not many guys who still maintain fantasies for their moms have an opportunity like this. Laura was a good-looking young widow mother, 42, with flaming red hear and a killer body that would rival girls 20 years younger, intelligent, had wit, and hadn't been sexually touched (other than by her own hands, he imagined) just like her look-alike on TV, Peggy Bundy. Combine this with David's contrarian attitude—this was a perfect set-up for the ultimate taboo: sex between mother and son. In his mind, this was a gift served on an 18K gold plate! David brought his left hand to his groin and wrapped his fingers around his erection, tossed his head back with eyes closed, and presented his mom a shot that would rival a Playgirl centerfold. As he held this stance and the shutter clicked three times he heard a small "oh" come from his mother. Laura was on the verge of orgasm. Just seeing her hunk son maintain a masturbatory pose had her swooning. He hadn't even touched her...he was just posing, and turning her on like a light switch. She might have had the same reaction if this was another younger man before her. But this was her son, her flesh and blood, thrilling her like never ever before. It was without a doubt the illicit nature of this whole setting...and the illicit nature of what she knew was going to happen. Laura had entered into the world of incest...and she was like McDonald's: loving it! David took his hand off his cock and turned to face his overheating mother. His stiff rod was now pointing directly at her through the blue stretched Speedo. He bent his knees, slid both his hands under the sides of Speedo resting them on his testicles, and tossed back his head with eyes closed and an "O" on his lips. There was a long pause before Laura started clicking the camera. She took three pictures. He lowered his head and peered at his mom through the lens; she still had the camera before her eyes waiting for his next pose. It was going to be a hell of a pose. With a devilish grin David suggested, "Why don't we do like that Italian cook says on TV and 'turn it up a notch.'" He immediately shoved down his hands, still inside his swim suit, and pushed the Speedo down his legs, stepping out of them. His erection bobbed momentarily as the material covering it was snapped off. He put his hands on his hips...and stood before his mother Laura naked as a jaybird! Just when her pupils seemed like they couldn't get any wider, the redhead's eyes were now stretched to the max against the camera's viewfinder. Her mouth literally dropped opened. "Oh my God!" she thought to herself as she in-took the beautiful masculine spectacle before her. David, her handsome and chiseled son, was standing before her naked as the day he was born 22 years ago. She was beside herself as her son's fully erect penis snapped back after he stripped off the last piece of clothing. She now summarized that her son's erect manhood, pointing at her now like a cannon without the obstruction of clothing, was 8-8 ½ inches. Eight inches of illicit and forbidden manhood, her lust-ridden mind contemplated. The lamp light reflected on the cock crown...her child's cock crown... the precum that covered it. Her eyes now swept over his naked form. She had pretty much seen before everything au naturale except "the good stuff", but now visually lavished his groin area (besides the erection). She marveled at his public patch. It was black like his chest hair but more curly and fuller. Laura thought her son's testicles looked cute, two dark pink sacs of flesh simply hanging below his howitzer. She continued gazing at David's testes and recalled the erotic dream she had of him the other night; those same balls now serenely hanging out were in the dream slapping back and forth against her ass as her son was fucking her six ways from Sunday. Laura moved the camera from her face and said to David, "Wow! You are hot, son. You are going to make some woman very happy with your...er,...package." She returned the camera to before her eyes and clicked the shutter three times. "Thanks, Mom," he said appreciatively. "There actually is one woman I had in mind." He turned his back on her, hands still in hips, displaying his bare ass. His mother now had seen the very last bit of his nakedness. "Holy shit! Look at those buns!" Laura's mind registered. "They're so tight, you could bounce a quarter off of each one!" David heard only one click of the camera and wondered why. His mom had been doing 2-3 shots per pose. What happened? 'Maybe she doesn't like my ass cheeks,' he jokingly worried to himself. He turned around to face her and saw—and heard—why. The redhead stood there holding the camera in her left hand at her side. The other arm was bent, the hand resting on the back of her head, which was tossed back and her mouth in an O shape like David's had been earlier. A constant stream of "Oh! Oh!" came forth her ruby red lips. Her big breasts were pushed out, the nipples literally hard-pressed against the now-taunt shirt material. Her lap and hips were thrusting violently and her legs shook as if in an earthquake. Laura was orgasming...before her son...without having been touched. "Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes!" she exclaimed. "Oh my God! I am coming, and I haven't even been touched! Holy shit!" She looked directly at her spellbound son. "David, that has never happened before to me. You did it to me, my son...my sweet sexy hung son! Ohhhhh!" Laura dropped the hand from behind her head to her crotch and began furiously rubbing her scalding sex through her Spandex pants...in front of her handsome son. His eyes flared open wide. He absolutely loved when a woman played with herself. No other girl that he had ever did it, and the sight before him—his sexy wanton mother strumming herself—was better than any similar porno scene! David's eyes did not blink as the stain on the inside of his mom's tight pants spread even further downward. Her entire body was shaking now. It seemed like it was also she could do to hold the camera. Her fingers were a fast blur over her Spandex-covered crotch, as she rapidly rubbed her engorged clit with the flats of her fingers and alternately with her palm. A fresh wave of her nectar flowed forth. "Oh! Almost there! David, I'm almost there! Almost—" Without even thinking Laura stopped the rubbing and plunged the middle finger through her pants into her opened labia. The Spandex and panties material was pushed into her cunt as she now finger-fucked herself through her clothing. "Yesssssssssssssssss!" she howled. Laura's mesmerized son now heard the squishing sounds as her middle finger slipped in and out of her pussy as fast as when she was rubbing her crotch. The front of his mother's Spandex down to almost the ankles was soaked. Her sex scent now hung heavy in the room. She bounced up and down on her right middle finger, her also-bouncing breasts a nice secondary scene. Her head was tossed back, eyes shut. Laura gave her enflamed vagina one last shove of the finger...and her orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt. "Oh David," she hissed. He stood there, albeit naked, as if someone had yelled, "Freeze." As his orgasming mother gradually calmed down, David came to from his own erotic fog. "Wow, Mom! That was fucking hot!" he judged. Laura, breathing heavily though now slower, was tapering off her body's sexual spasms. She brought her head forward and looked at her equally excited offspring. Her eyes were half open and searing with animal lust. She wanted one more moment as arouser...as seducer. She brought her right middle finger, sticky with her seeped-through love juices, from her crotch up to her slightly open lips. She looked like she was silently saying "shhhh", using the middle digit instead of the usual pointer finger. Her tongue immediately slithered out and began a slow lick from the bottom of the middle finger where it connects to the hand, to the top of the fingertip. The tip of her tongue lingered at the tip of the finger. She remembered hearing how many guys loved watching a girl taste her own sex juices. She had done it once or twice while alone masturbating; it thrilled her and also got her briefly thinking about being with another woman. Laura, still maintaining eye contact with David through her wanton and half-closed eyes, next shoved the finger into her mouth. Her lips wrapped tightly around the digit, and she gradually...oh so gradually...pulled the finger out of her mouth. Her own taste...and her son seeing this incestuous masturbatory display with eyes that looked like they were about to pop out of his eye sockets, began another orgasm building up inside of the redhead. David could take no more. "Oh Mom!" he exclaimed and rushed toward her. He wrapped his muscular arms around his wanton mother. "Oh David!" Laura responded just before his lips pressed against her to begin a fevered kiss. She in turn wrapped her arms around him. Their lips moved, bonded together. David felt as if his brain had been connected to the local utility company and someone there threw the switch! He was passionately...animalistically kissing his mom, a no-no according to society. And what had his mind sizzling even more: he could taste her juices on her lips...and now on her tongue. He had injected his tongue into her hungry mouth and their tongues were twirling like tango dancers. The lips...the sexual taste...who this was all from...his heated, hot, sexy mother...it was all too much for David. And he was enjoying every second of this illicit, forbidden embrace and kiss. His hands quickly went from rubbing all over his mom's back down to her butt. He squeezed Laura's tight, Spandex covered ass. His finger frantically kneaded her cheeks, repeatedly. She, through the kiss, mmmed her approval of her son's hands on her ass. Then she released her mouth from his to give a different form of approval for something else David just did. "Ooooohhhhhhhh," she expelled as she felt her lover son's right pointer and middle fingers slip between her ass cheeks, the middle finger next shoved up her pulsating pussy hole through the tight pants material. Her son was finger fucking her from the back the same way she had done in the front. David's left hand did a great job in both squeezing her left cheek and pulling it away from the right cheek, allowing his thrusting middle finger wider access. Laura's nectar was flowing again and a squishing sound could be heard also once again. The heat and energy of the forbidden embrace continued. Mother and son hugged and pulled at each other. Their heads swirled first left to right, then the opposite, as their lips and tongues slid over each other. David began dry-humping his sexually charged mother, his hardened penis alternating between sliding against Laura's sodden crotch and occasionally entering her through the Spandex. A few seconds of this was all the lascivious parent could take. She pulled away from him and then, with arms extended forward, pushed the palms of her hands against his chest. He fell backward on the bed. "Let me get rid of this stuff," she replied in a deep tone as she began to strip quickly. She pulled her shirt tails out from her pants and then brought her hands up to the opening of the shirt which had displayed her cleavage. In one swift motion she tore open the lavender plaid shirt; buttons went flying in various directions. This greatly surprised David but not as much as seeing his mom's large naked breasts. They shimmied as Laura removed the shirt from her body. He had always figured his mother had a rack...and now he was right. They were definitely 37s, with pointed pink nipples situated on pretty prink areolas. He would have like to have studied them more but his mother was moving and disrobing fast. She kicked off her pumps and sat down in the plush yellow chair in the far corner of the room to strip off her sopping Spandex. David's mother slipped her hands under the Spandex waistband at her sides so that she could not only remove the tight soaked pants, but also her flimsy soaked panties. She pulled down pants and panties, together. He eyed her as she peeled off her remaining clothes. Once she pulled out her feet from the leg holes and was naked as he, David sprung like a cat off the bed. He rushed the few feet between the bed and chair, and dove head-first...into his mother's wide open and wet pussy. The redhead was pleasantly surprised by this unexpected action. She had planned to be the aggressor, and throw herself onto David and impale herself on her naked son's beautiful erect prick. "Ahhhhhhhhhh," she exhaled as her son's face plunked between her slick, spread thighs and onto her pubic mound. As his face made contact with his mother's vagina, all his senses were alive to the hilt. The sides of his head could feel the wonderful stickiness of Laura's thighs, long since coated with her cunt cream. Of course there was the feel of the center spot itself, his mother's molten cunt. It was completely covered by her sexual secretion and David relished that his facial skin was also getting covered by her secretion. There was the curly sensation he felt from her pubic hair which tickled his forehead. The last of the feel sense for David was that his lips were touching his mom's cuntal lips. His lips were smooth and hers were wrinkly and puffy. As for the sense of smell, there is nothing like the smell of a woman's arousal, but this was so much better...so much more illicit. His nostrils and olfactory system were quickly enveloped by the smell of arousal from his mother...his mother, Laura. As for the sense of sight, David pulled his head back for a few seconds to scan the forbidden pussy. Laura's pubic hair was a well-trimmed tuft of fiery redness offset by pink pussy lips which were parted and glistening. This visual observation did not last long as the smell—his mom's sexual smell—beckoned him back. David started to rub his face in a circular motion against his mother's soaked crotch. "Ohhhhh, baby!" Laura agreed in husky voice. Her lower body followed the circular motions of David's face against her privates. Her hips undulated with his facial "massage" of her enflamed cunt. Her hips followed his "lead" until David stopped rubbing his face between her legs...to begin a slow lick of her sex slit—his mother's sex slit. He pressed the flat of his tongue at the bottom portion of her sweltering cunt near her anus and slowly drew it upward. It glided over her wet, puffy labia and slid up and over her engorged clit. The legs of the lustful mother, which had been previously been loosely hanging apart, shot literally straight up to form a V as the touch of her son's tongue left her clit. "Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her son had just swabbed his eager tongue over her heated pussy. David, Laura's only child, had just sent a sexual charge throughout her body she had never experienced before in foreplay. In addition to her legs' reaction, Laura's body responded with a new wave of sex honey which prompted the stud son to alter his oral ministrations . David had just licked his pretty, sexy mother's vagina, causing her to secrete more nectar, this time right on his face. It was as if he was a beachgoer standing at the shoreline and getting sprayed by the rolling waves. Plus there was the fresh aroma...the new wave of Laura's sexual scent caused by this licentious act. David, specifically his tongue and soon his mouth, were now on erotic autopilot. He slipped his tongue between her welcoming labia and orally entered his mother's sweltering crevice. "Oh shit!" Laura grunted. Her son's tongue had now slipped into her most private opening—the opening he came forth from 22 years ago. The incestuous irony seared through the mother's mind. The welcomed and anticipated entry of her son's tongue into her pussy caused her to raise her hips. This almost dislodged David's tongue from her simmering hole. But the sex-filled son just readjusted his head's position between his mom's thighs, and ended up borrowing his tongue even further into her honey pot. "Davieeeeee!" The tangy taste...the heady aroma...the fact that he was eating out his own mother...all spurred David to plunge even deeper into his mom's salmon-colored depths. It was as if he was trying to get his whole head back into her womb, mouth and tongue first. Her red pubic hair, long since matted from the previous secretions, tickled his forehead and nostrils once again. "Ohhhhhh, yeah, baby! Eat momma's pussy! Eat it!" David was now nibbling on her labia, enjoying their rubbery texture. "Ohhhhhh, you do that so good! So wonderful!" It sure is wonderful, the handsome son thought to himself. He was like a man who had been in the desert and was given steak. He was devouring this delicious, succulent piece of pussy...which belonged to his delicious, succulent mother. He glanced up at her and recalled how much she looked like Peggy Bundy. David chuckled to himself: this is how Bud Bundy should have taken care of his bombshell mom. Laura was now beginning to pant. She was sitting in an awkward position, her back profoundly slouched in the chair as her son was dining on her pussy, her long legs draped over his shoulders. Hearing the verbal beginnings of her orgasm, David brought his middle finger, the same one he had just used to finger-fuck Laura from behind, and gently shoved it into her well lubricated sex opening. Her eyes, half-open as her orgasm brewed, flew open at the intrusion. "You sweet little fuck! " she growled appreciatively. Hearing his mother talk dirty had a major impact on David: he simultaneously planted his lips over her clitoris so his tongue could tease the swollen nub, and feverishly slipped his finger in and out of her sopping cunt. This incestuous cunnilingus was about to reach its climax—literally. Freudian Photography The redhead was white-hot. Her stud son alternated between lashing at her clit and taking it gently between his lips, plus finger-fucking her like there was no tomorrow. This double campaign of pleasure lasted less than two minutes. "Oh fuck!" Laura carnally roared, "I'm coming!" She looked down at her loving son continuing his oral adoration of her scalding crotch. "I'm coming! Oh baby, I'm coming! I'm going right in your beautiful mouth, my beautiful son! " David, since he had first pounced on her pussy, had to adjust his position a couple of times in front of his splayed mother to avoid a neck ache. Now he had to maintain his position as his orgasming mom was bouncing up and down in the saturated chair. (The seat had long since been drenched by her sex sauce and his saliva.) He felt like one of those rodeo riders who does his damndest to stay on the bucking bronco. His mouth was not letting go and his finger was not stopping its fucking until his mother had finished her sexual ecstasy. Laura gave one final vigorous thrust of her pelvis with an animalistic exclamation of "Oh fuckkkkkkk!" She released one final wave of nectar over her son's face (which already looked like a glazed donut), into his nostrils, and down his receptive throat. Soon, David grudgingly pulled away from his mother's drenched and overcharged cunt. He watched as the pink clam still pulsed—though slower and slower, and still oozed female cum down the crack of her ass and onto the chair's growing puddle stain. Laura's breathing was also returning to a normal rate. He sat backwards onto the floor and gazed at the erotic sight before him. His attractive and curvy mother Laura sat naked in a chair with a fine sheen of perspiration virtually over her entire bombshell body. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted to her left shoulder. A sliver of her red mane of hair was partially diagonally across her right cheek; the remainder splayed across the upper portion of the yellow plush chair. Her breathing was still heavy, as evident by the sensual rise and fall of her bountiful breasts which were capped by erect pink nipples. Her arms hung over the chair's armrests. Her legs were spread open like a centerfold, revealing a sopping and well-satisfied pussy. It was well-satisfied—and, in essence, Laura was well-satisfied—by he, her son. David smiled, feeling like he made the winning catch in the Super Bowl with 3 second left on the clock. After a few moments, Laura opened her eyes and viewed her child, naked and sitting on the rug in front of the chair. "That was wonderful, David! Absolutely wonderful!" she complimented with a smile. "I've lost count on how many orgasms you've given me, young man." David got out of his sitting position and kneeled before his mom. "It was my pleasure, Mom," he replied with his own warm grin. They looked at each other with mixed emotions: the typical mother and son love, the satisfaction of their atypical romp, and the lack of guilt either one had. They also figured that what happened today (and anything else later today) would not be a one-time fuck for them. Laura was very hot for this 22 year old body. David was also hot for her older-but-still-sexy-as-hell shape. What made their mutual physical attraction even more intense was the incest—this mother and son were turned on by each other and the forbidden nature of their actions. David's face was inches in front of Laura's. He took her face into his cupped hands and planted a light kiss to her lips. She mused at how virtually the entire front of his head was glaze-like from her cunt cream. She returned her own feathery smooch to his lips, smelling and tasting her own nectar. His lips countered with a more-intense touch. Their lips were once again locked in an intense kiss. Laura could smell and taste her juices from her son even more now...and caused the juices within her crotch to begin brewing again. David took his still-cupped hands from her facial cheeks and placed them under her bountiful breasts. He gave them a gentle squeeze, and broke the kiss to look at his lewd mother. "Ohhhhhhh, mom," he sighed, "you've got great tits." He squeezed a second time. "So big...so firm..." "Ewwwww," she purred. His thumbs rubbed over her still-hard nipples. "...so hot," he continued. He was feeling his mom's big breasts, softly but firmly...kneading, weighing, massaging them, tweaking the nipples. Again, Laura began to sexually soar. She pushed out her chest at her son, appreciating what he was doing, and allowing him better access. "Oh yeah, baby. You have such a fabulous touch. Yeah, honey, feel 'em. Feel momma's titties." She had to catch her breath. "You're making me so horny again, David." He felt dizzy as he caressed his mother's tits. After a bit he removed his left hand from the corresponding mammary, placed it on the chair's arms and lowered his mouth to the frenzied nipple. He took it into his mouth and began to suck on it. Laura howled, "Ohhhhh!" David increased the tempo of his suckling. "Just like when you were a baby," she semi-reminisced. While his right hand continued its feeling of her right breast, David worked his oral magic on his mother's other breast and nipple. He gave a quick lick of the teat, then did fast and furious licks. David next planted kisses on the curve of Laura's left breast...then let his tongue trace the edge of the curve. Her response to this was breathing that sounded as if she was having a serious asthma attack. Also, her cunt was leaking sex sauce once again. The lover son moved his head to between his mom's breasts. David planted kisses on Laura's cleavage. Next he nuzzled his face along the fleshy valley for a few seconds. Now he switched so that his left hand was back on her left breast, his right hand on the chair's armrest, and his mouth now affording his mother's right melon the same oral love as he did the other. He kissed the portion of the tit that connects to the chest and descended to the puckered nipple. But just before he wrapped his lips around it, he gave a look at his lust-filled mother and smiled. "Magnificent mammaries, Mom," he complimented She returned the smiled and was about to say 'thank you' but got up in her breathy reaction to David now beginning to suck her right nipple. The redhead closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. It was actually a double sensation, as before. Her chiseled child was palming her left breast with his left hand while his mouth and tongue were plastered on her right. Laura released a lengthy "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh" as David's left hand tweaked her left nipple at the same time his lips quickly sucked in her right nipple. Her hips began to bounce and her cunt began to ooze. She loved the sensation her breasts were getting from her son. But she wanted another sensation...the sensation, the joy, the illicitness of having her yearning orifice filled by her child's hardened penis. She let his adoration of her breasts go on for almost a minute more. The white-hot mother put her palms on the front of David's shoulders, motioning him to halt his effort on her tits. He looked at her, slightly disappointed; he really was enjoying sucking and touching her big boobs. The disappointment immediately vanished when he saw the look in his parent's eyes. It was intense, desiring, and demanding—she wanted to get fucked...right now. Her vocal chords translated her look. "I want—no, I need to fuck you now, my son!" Once again Laura pushed her son backwards, this time to the floor. David lay prone to her, his erection standing up like a flagpole. Her eyes locked onto his member. 'Ohhhhh,' she thought to herself, 'it is beautiful! This magnificent piece of hardened man flesh—my own son's man flesh—is finally mine now!' She motioned off the chair next to her son's waist, getting onto her knees. She put her left palm to the floor and swung her right leg over David. Mother was now straddling son, her open cunt lips just barely above his bulbous cock head. On cue their eyes met. They were glazed over with 150% lust. They were on the verge of committing—and enjoying—the last incestuous contact. Laura's sex lips grazed David's penis hole. He felt like someone had set his hair on fire; his whole body shook. This grazing was slightly a tease by Laura, but more so the start of adjusting herself for penetration. Her pussy had been secreting cream for so long now, she knew her son's big prick would probably just slide it. Even so, it had been almost two years she got fucked and was somewhat apprehensive about having a cock this size in her cunt. In a squat position, she gradually lowered herself onto her son. Her labia parted like a crowd for a celebrity and welcomed the top ¼ of her son's penis. "Oooooohhhhh!" she grunted like a work animal finally allowed to rest. "Oh, Mom!" David loudly raved, "You feel so fucking good!" The feeling was exquisite for both of them. The thrill of their taboo coupling...behind compare. Mother and son were joined at the genitals. David looked at Laura. Her face was contorted, initially appearing like she was in pain. But she was not in pain. On the contrary: she was in pure ecstasy. Her sopping, starving pussy had just begun to envelop her son's rod. She let out an "Oh" similar to a pregnant woman at a Lamaze class. 'Holy shit!' My dick is in my mom's cunt," the son realized. The sensation around his stiff member felt like velvet. It was smooth, and also wet...very wet. And best of all: this was his redheaded bombshell mother. He wanted to allow Laura her adjusting but he couldn't wait hold on any longer. The feeling was too sweet...too delectable...too taboo. David thrusted his pelvis upward, and shoved his penis deep into his mother's vagina. Laura's eyes flipped open, her head tossed back, and her mouth formed a large letter O. Speaking of O, that was her vocal response to the unexpected motion: a quick but loud "Oh!" David put his arms around her and pulled her upper body down to him. Her generous breasts were mashed against his chest, as their lips were mashed together. The kiss was hungry, frenzied, and animalistic. Again Laura's nostrils were hit head-on by her own cunt scent, which seem to be like a second atmosphere about David's face. She could also taste her own nectar yet another time. It was wonderful...absolutely wonderful. But not as wonderful as the feeling she was experiencing below her waist as her stud son was in a steady pace of thrusting and fucking...thrusting upward and over and over again his hard prick into her receptive pussy. She pulled her lips away from his to announce her pleasure. "Ooohhhhhhh, yyyyyesssss, baby! Oh wwhhhatttt a surprise!" The pummeled mother sounded like she was stuttering. "Yyyyyeesssss, my sweet sexy son! Fuck your mother! Fffffuuccckkkkkk mmmeeeee!" David's upward jabs into the depths of his mother's sex were like a jackhammer going in the opposite direction. He was panting now. "Ah, Mommie, you feel so good. Sooooooooo good!" Laura's eyes were closed again, her teeth biting into her lower lip. He then grabbed her sweet ass cheeks and thrusted even harder into Laura. This caused her to swirl her head around, her silky red mane flying all over the place. After a few moments of this, Laura decided to take charge. She moved her hips and flexed her inner muscles. This contacted with David's sensitive cock crown, causing his love muscle to twitch and send shock waves of pleasure throughout his body. "Oh shit!" the startled son yelled. Laura leaned into David, her face just an inch or two from his. "You fucked me. Now I fuck you!" she declared authoritatively. Similar to leading in dancing, the wonton woman took the lead in fucking. With her palms flat on the floor on either side of her delirious son, Laura began slamming her hips down with attitude, sending David's engorged cock further and further into her pussy which was now a tsunami of love cream. The familiar sound of sex—wet flesh slapping against wet flesh—filled the room along with mother's and son's grunts and cries of delight. After a little bit more than a minute, David's lower region sent a message to his brain: it was time to explode! "Ahhhhh! Oh! Mom, I'm going to cum!" Hearing this from her son was like the green light at the beginning of the Indy 500 for Laura. She instantly flexed her hips and muscles even more—she rode him...slammed him even harder. She leaned forward, burying her face near David's right ear. "Oh you dirty little boy," she hissed, sliding her tongue along the curve of his ear, "you're going to come in your mother's cunt." She nibbled the earlobe. "That's baby, come in mommy's cunt! Shoot all your lovely cum up in me! Come, baby! Come!" (Her own orgasm wasn't too far off.) "Uhhhhhh!" David exclaimed as his penis lurched forward and began ejaculating into his mother's vagina. Laura felt her son's geyser between her thighs and commenced her own release. "Ohhhhhh, Davie!" I'm coming too! "Oh, honey, we're coming together!" Her pelvis twitched, and her fired-up pussy released downward another batch of nectar. The twitch did another number on the handsome son's already-sensitive and already-spewing dick. It jumped forward again inside Laura's portal and gushed a second wave of semen upward. Mother and son's sex juices mixed...and coated their crotches. Laura, sitting up straight on top of her son, eyes closed, combed her fingers through her hair. "Yes! Yes! Almost there!" David held onto Laura's bucking hips. His eyes were glued to his overheating mother, especially her big breasts swinging all around. Then he saw stars, literally. She cried out, "Aaahhhhhhh!", climaxing. The stars disappeared from view, and the son's eyes locked onto the bedroom ceiling. He sensed his eruption was at an end. His view of the ceiling was blocked by a fiery red mass. Laura was lowering her lips to his. The intensity of the kiss was decreasing, as were their orgasms and thus their body movements. Laura pulled from the kiss and gazed at her stud child. She looked as if in a daze, with half-open eyes. He was the same. There was silence between the two, spent mother lying on top of spent son. David broke the silence. "Wow, mom!" She grinned. "Incredible. Absolutely incredible."