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Mother and Me

By: balaji64u



I am sasidhar from chennai wants to share my experience with you. Mine is a family of three members. Father, mother and me. My parents really look as they are made for each other. My dad looks very handsome and my mom won't be as beautiful as my dad looks. But she is a beautiful lady if we don't compare my mom with dad. My mom's name is Latha. She has a great figure. Every one gets mad by seeing her figure. Her figure is 34dd-30-36. Isn't it a perfect figure? 

My parent's marriage was an arranged marriage. My parents work as a software engineers in an multi national company. After one year of their marriage mom got job in another mnc with a hike in her salary. So mom and dad work in different mnc's. As I was the only son I have all the freedom with my parents. From my childhood mom use to hug me and kiss me on my cheeks before she leaves to office and dad use to wave my hair before he goes to office. And this habit continued for both of them as I grew up.

My mom usually wears sari and optionally wears salwar kameez. What ever she wears she looks beautiful. When I was in my engineering first year I was really wanting for sex. To satisfy my sexual urge I use to see all the adult sites. I was very much habituated to enjoy the content of adult sites. 

And one day I found sex stories site and I started to read the stories. As days passed I became regular reader of incest sex stories. One day I found a story called "my mom". I found the title different and read the story. I was really surprised to see the content. I was not in this world for 15 minutes. 2 days after that incident my eyes searched for incest stories and I found this. 

I use to read only incest stories and really got excited and my attitude changed towards my mom. I started to watch her beauty. Now a days I feel the pleasure in her hug because I get a hug daily from my mom before she leaves to office. My thoughts when around my mom. She was the only lady I could find in my dreams. Thought they were beautiful girls in my college I was well aroused only by my mom's beauty. I was unable to control my sexual urges towards my mom. One day while she was preparing breakfast I went and hugged her from behind as I read this in many stories. 

As soon as I hugged her she asked me what happened. I said you are looking beautiful today mom. She said ok and asked me to go and call dad for breakfast and I have to leave her to go and call dad. After our breakfast while she was going for office she came and hugged me and I kept my hands around her and said you are very beautiful today mom and released her from hug. She said thanks rocky and kissed me on forehead and dad waved my hair when he was leaving. 

Mom use to come at 7pm and dad use to come at 8.30 or 9pm. So I decided to use this time to seduce mom. When she was preparing dinner I went in to kitchen and asked mom whether she needs any help. She said not needed and I went and hugged her and she didn't mind me hugging her. After I hugged her she asked me about my studies and friends. I talked for sometime by hugging her from behind. She always lets her hair loose when she was at home and she looks more beautiful when she lets her hair free. 

At 8.30 pm dad came and we had our dinner and I went to my room to study and my parents went to their room to sleep. After 5 minutes mom came to my room and asked me what happened today to you. I said her why are you asking me mom. She said your behavior was not normal to me. I got from my chair and moved towards her and dared to hug her from front and said "do I need any permission to hug my beautiful mom" and she said no. She said but this is not your behavior towards me. I said you don't want your son to be happy with you. She said I am not saying that you are doing wrong but your behavior is different today. 

I said from tomorrow onwards I won't be as today. She said sorry baby, if I have hurt you. You can hug your mom when ever you wanted and hugged me again and went to her room. I felt very happy as I don't have any objection from her and continued my studies. Next day as soon as I got up I went out of my room to hug my mom and she was in the kitchen doing some work. I went and hugged her and wished her good morning and received the same from her. 

My parents use to treat me as one of their friends. So I have all the freedom with them. We completed our daily routine before we go to our daily work. Before she was leaving she hugged me and asked me to come to her office. I asked her why? She said day after tomorrow was your birthday. If you come we can go to shopping and I said yes. While she was leaving I caught hold of her hand and said you look beautiful in this salwar kameez mom and she Just smiled and went on her work.

At 5.30pm I went to her office and from there we went to shopping. She selected the dress for me. After that while we are leaving the shop I saw a sari which will suit my mom the best and I asked her buy for her. After some conversation she bought the sari. While going to the parking to get in to our car she said you are very much stubborn in getting the sari for me.

I said you will look like an angel if you wear that slightly transparent pink color sari mom. She said lets see when I wear. I said ok mom and from there we went to biriyani point to take parcel home as it was late. From there we went home. Next day I bunk the college and went to cinema with my friends. That movie was a very hot movie and the heroine was so hot that my pennies started dancing. In one of the scenes heroine was very sexy with flowers in her hair and tied her sari below her navel. As soon as I saw her mom just got in to my mind. 

And I imagined her in that attire and my blood rushed in to my brain. As soon as I finished the movie I went home and masturbated imagining my mom. Mom and dad bought the things necessary for my birthday. Next day on my birthday mom woke me up and it was nice to see her early in the morning. I asked mom and dad to be on leave as it was my birthday. Dad said he has meeting with the client and he has to go and mom said that she will spend the day with me. As soon as dad left I asked mom not to prepare anything for lunch. 

She asked me why? I said we can go for a movie and have lunch outside mom and she agreed. I went out to get the flowers for my mom and returned with flowers. I hide the flowers behind and asked her to tie the sari which we bought and she said some other day. I said today is my birthday please be as I wanted mom.

While she was leaving I asked her to tie the sari so that she looks more beautiful than ever. She said ok baba (my mom uses this word frequently) I will be as you like and went and came back in 20 minutes. As soon as I saw her, my pennies was making a tent in my jeans. She asked me are you happy. Yes mom and went near with flowers in my hand. As soon as I went near her she hugged me and said what you said was right. I was looking very beautiful and sexy in this sari. I said yes mom and you look more beautiful if you keep these flowers and gave the flowers. She laughed at me and kept the flowers in her hair and asked are you happy. I said yes mom and hugged her. While I hugged her she said you know how to make your mom look beautiful and hugged me more tightly and I could feel her breasts hard on my chest. 

While we are going out I said every one will die to see you in the cinema hall mom. She asked what you think. I said you are beautiful and sexy mom and I want a wife like you. As soon as she heard my words she said enough. We went to a movie and from there we went to a hotel and had our lunch. While we are having lunch I was staring at her and she noticed me and asked me the reason for my stare? I said I want to go to disco with you mom. She said no and I said that you promised that you will do what I ask you today.

She said no. If you want to dance with me you can do it at home. I said please mom and she said no. I said disco will be nice at night only mom and in our home we don't have that atmosphere. I also said dad will be there at home and he will scold me. She said I will manage that. We can dance in your room when he was in sound sleep and I agreed. We went home at 4pm and mom was busy preparing the dinner. 

While she was preparing the dinner I went and hugged her and kissed her on the cheeks and she didn't say anything. I asked her when she will come to my room. She said at 10.30pm. Your dad normally sleeps after having dinner and my dad usually drink milk before sleeping. Dad came at 8.30pm and mom opened the door for him. As soon as she opened the door he said you are looking very beautiful today. She said thanks and locked the door after he came in. 

Dad went to his room and came back at 9pm to have dinner and I was waiting very eagerly. I planned to mix 2 to 3 sleeping pills in the milk with out the knowledge of my mom and dad. After dinner we talked for some time and he went to sleep and mom went to kitchen to get milk for dad. I have mixed the pills already in the glass of milk. While she was going to dad's room I said mom that I will be waiting for you. She said ok I will come as I have promised. I will take my bath and come. I asked her to tie the same sari and she said ok. I bought new flowers for her and kept them in my room. At 10.45 pm mom came to my room as a goddess. Mom came in and locked the door and I gave her the new flowers I bought for her. As soon as she saw the flowers she laughed and took the flowers and kept in her hair. As soon as she kept the flowers I said you are looking like a goddess mom pulled her close to me by placing hands around her belly. She asked me to turn on the cd player and asked me to adjust the volume which is audible only to this room and I did. 

She came and kept her hands around my neck and I placed my hands around her belly. I was just staring at her as she was looking like a goddess in the lime (dim) light. She asked me stop staring at me and dance with me and patted on my face. I said yes mom and started to move for the music. As the dance progressed our bodies are getting closer. Her breasts are touching my chest and I was very much excited. 

After dancing for some time I am unable to control my feeling and hugged her. She asked me what happened. I said I love you mom. She said your behavior was very different from one week. She took my face in her arms and asked me what happened? I said nothing mom and I am saying what I felt for you. She said ok and we continued to dance. While we are dancing I use to move her hair which fell on her cheeks. While dancing I asked her mom please keep flowers every day mom, you look very beautiful, and you look like a goddess with flowers. She said ok and said from tomorrow I will do it for you. 

I said thanks and kissed her on the cheeks. After 5 minutes she said I am tired, shall we stop dancing? I said last 5 minutes mom and continued dancing. After 5 minutes I dared to do pull her close to me by holding her butts and said enough mom. I said thanks for fulfilling my desire of dancing with you on my birthday. She said its ok, you are my son and making you happy is my happiness and left the room. When she was at the door of the room she turned towards me and said you are grown up and left the room. After she left the room I kissed my hands 1000 times as they pressed the butts of my mom. Next morning mom was busy in her house hold activities by the time I got up. I wished her good morning and received the same. As days passed I started to move more close to my mom and I didn't get any objection from my mom. Her behavior also changed towards me. She used to spend some time with me after dad slept. She uses to talk about all the matters with me. She started to treat me as her best friend. One day dad came with a sweet packet in his hand when he was returning from office. 

We asked him about the matter as he was very happy. Mom asked whether he got a hike in the salary. He said no and said that he was going to uk on company work as the company has asked me to go. Mom asked when he was leaving. He said in 15days. As soon as I heard his words I felt very happy because I can have private time to spend with my mom and to seduce her. I was waiting for the day when dad leaves to uk. The day has come for dad to leave and mom was little disappointed as she has to be away from dad for one year. Dad has left and mom was in a sad mood on that day and I don't want to disturb her on that day. On the next day mom was busy preparing the breakfast for us and I went and hugged her after getting ready for college and kissed her on the cheeks. She said good morning and turned towards me and I hugged her as soon as she turned. After having the breakfast mom went to get ready for office.

After we got ready for our daily work I kissed her next to her lips as I was habituated in kissing and hugging her before going to college. In the after noon I received a call from my mom and it was unusual for me as she never calls me when she was in office. I asked her why she called. She said simply and to know whether I have taken lunch or not. I said yes mom and thanked her for calling and gave a kiss on the phone. I felt very happy as it was unusual for me. After college I went straight home with flowers for mom. She came at 7pm and went to fresh up. 

After 15minutes she came out of her room and I gave the flowers I bought for her and she kept them in her hair. She went to kitchen to prepare dinner and I went and hugged her from behind and asked her why she called me in the after noon. She said you are my son and I need to take care of you. I said thanks and kissed her on the cheeks. As soon as I kissed her she said you are kissing me very often. 

I asked her does she have any objection. She said no and I again kissed her on the cheeks. This time she laughed and turned towards me and I hugged her and she too got hold of me. I hugged her hard and said I love you mom and she patted on my back. After having dinner I raised her in my arms and moved towards my bedroom as we are habituated to talk before sleeping. As soon as I entered the room she said I want to dance with my son and I placed her down and went to on the cd player. After turning on the player we went close to each other and mom kissed me on the forehead. I pulled her close to me by placing hands on the side of her belly. We started to move for music seeing in each others eyes. 

After 5 minutes I pulled her more close to me by placing hands on her soft butts. When I pulled her close to me by holding her butts, her breasts hit my chest. After that I said I want a wife like you mom. As beautiful and sexy as you are mom. She said I will try to get a wife like me to you and kissed me on the cheeks. As soon as she kissed me I asked her mom can we go to goa for one week as I have 15 days dusehra holidays. She asked why for goa. I said I want go to a beautiful place with my beautiful mom. She said ok and I will try to get the leave from the office. As soon as she said these words I kissed her next to lips and hugged her tightly. After 2 days she informed that she got the leave and we are going to goa tomorrow. I jumped in joy and hugged and kissed mom and went to book tickets for goa. We went to goa and took a room near beach side. Mom was little angry as I took a room at the beach side as it is very expensive. 

First day we went for a little shopping for mom as she has asked. While we are shopping I saw a beautiful lady with a beautiful sari, flowers in hair and hand full of bangles. As soon as I saw her I asked mom that I want to see you like that beautiful lady. She said I will be as you like in goa and continued our shopping. 

We came home after completing the shopping. Next morning mom and I went for beach. I asked her to come for swimming and she objected as she was on sari and I asked her to wear a swimsuit and come and she didn't like and I went to swimming with only my underwear on. After 30 minutes I came out of the beach and moved towards my mom with underwear on and she was staring at me. I took the towel from her hand and wrapped around it and from there we went to our room. After walking for some distance I lifted mom in my arms and went to our room and she was laughing as I lifted her. We spent the day till 5pm talking. 

At 5 pm we decided to go and see the beautiful places of goa. She was dressed in the most beautiful way. I have not seen her that much beautiful ever before. Thought I went out I was just watching her body. Till 10pm we saw some places and we decided to spend sometime near the beach. We are walking side by side and I placed my hand around her belly and she didn't mind. After half an hour we went our room. As soon as we entered inside the room mom went to bathroom to fresh up and come. After she came I went and by the time I came she was in front of the mirror removing her jewelry. I went and hugged her and kissed her on the ears, cheeks and neck. I said you are very beautiful mom and hugged her more tightly. 

She asked do you love me and I said what a silly question mom. I love my beautiful and sexy mom. She said stop talking like that to your mom. I said you are not my mom, you are my best friend and I talk like this with my friends and kissed her on the cheeks. This time she turned towards me and pulled me closer to her and kissed me on my forehead and cheeks. Then she looked straight in my eyes and said I love you. This time I gathered all my courage and kissed on her lips and moved back and she didn't say anything. This time she moved her head forward and kissed me. She closed her eyes when she was kissing me. 

Our tongues touched and we tasted our saliva. From there I moved downwards kissing her body inch by inch. From down I moved towards her breasts. This time she removed her loose end of the sari and made it fell on the floor. I kissed her beautiful navel and licked it hundred times and moved towards her breasts. I kissed and bite her breasts over the blouse and moved upwards. I kissed her on the neck and moved towards her juicy lips. This time while I was kissing her she was pressing my pennies over the jeans pant. After sometime she removed the zip and slid her hand into my jeans and said I need this. Slowly we removed our dresses and mom was in her undergarments and I was on my underwear. Seeing my mom in bra and panty is making me mad and said to her I want to see you naked mom and removed the hooks of her bra. 

I made her bra fell on the ground and I squeezed her breasts with my both hands from back and mom was moaning with pleasure. After squeezing and playing with her breasts and nipples she said I can no longer wait. She said satisfy your mom and removed my underwear and I removed her. Now we are naked in front of each other. Then she pushed me on the bed, kissed and licked my body thousand times. After sometime I did the vice versa. It was a great feeling which I couldn't share in words when I first took one of her nipples in my mouth. 

I sucked her breasts like a child sucking a mango fruit. After sometime I used my manhood to get into her womanhood. While digging into her she was moaning with both pleasure and pain. When I was cuming I removed my pennies from her pussy and my manhood juices fell on the blanket. Then we laid in each others hug and the night went off. Next day early in the morning by the time I woke up mom has finished her bath and was sitting in the sofa and staring at me. We smiled at each other when I woke up and I went to bathroom to brush my teeth. After that I came and went near her and kneeled in front of her and asked her why she was staring and kissed her on the lips. 

She said why I missed you all these years. I asked her one thing, mom how could you accept me as your lover and she said your father was great husband and a good father but he was not a great lover. I never enjoyed sex as I did last night with you. I was wanting for sex and was afraid to make an affair with any one in the office because if your father and you come to know about my affair with other person I can never face you and your father in my life. So I suppressed my sexual urges. One day I read in newspaper that in Hyderabad one father and son were having sex with her daughter and sister. 


Mother and Me



I came in the back door when I came home from work that afternoon. I saw Franks car parked in the back driveway so I knew he was still in the house. Probably drinking beer with mother in her bedroom and doing whatever else.

Mother liked Frank because he had a cock that was about seven inches long when it was soft and the head was completely covered by his foreskin. She liked to play with it and then have him fuck her with his hard cock.

I was just coming out of the kitchen when I heard mother say. "Frank you filled my cunt so full of semen my fucking panties are already soaking wet. I think I'm going to have to take them off, wash my cunt and my panties, and put a clean pair on. I don't know how you get so much semen out of your nuts."

"That's your problem you fucking whore. If you didn't like cock so much, you wouldn't be leakdng out of your cunt all the time. Now I have to go. See you in a couple of days." Frank said.

The front door closed and I stepped into the dining room where mother was standing. She was wearing an eight strap garter belt that was holding her dark full fashioned stockings up. Her silky black panties were nice and tight around her waist and I could see the crotch was wet. She wore no bra so her 38C teats were hanging down on her chest. She was also wearing one inch sling back pumps.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" she asked.

"I'm looking at you and wondering how fucking drunk you are. Now get those wet panties off and I will wash both your sopping wet cunt and your panties." I told her.

She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down around her thighs. Semen was already leaking out of her cunt as I saw her very hairy belly. I went over to hold her so she didn't fall and helped her slip her panties off and let them lay in a heap on the floor. 

"I'm not very drunk." she slurred. "I just feel tipsy and I'd like another bottle of beer. I also need to piss so why don't you help me get out on the side porch so I can piss?" she asked.

I guided her to the door of the side porch, opened it for her, and helped her onto the porch. She took two steps and pee was running out of her hairy cunt lips. She just stood there and let the pee flow, soaking the wooden floor of the porch.

"Let's go inside and I'll run some warm water and wash your slippery cunt then wash your wet panties." I told her. "I think Frank must have filled your fucking cunt pretty well with baby batter. Do you ever make him wear a rubber?" I asked.

"I don't want him wearing a rubber." she said. "I just like to feel his hot semen when he shoots it inside my cunt. If he wore a rubber I couldn't feel that."

I looked at her heavy teats bouncing as we walked toward the bathroom. They sagged but not too much and had very prominent nipples on them. I wondered if I had nursed on them when I was a baby.

I started to run a sink of rather warm water when she said "I want to see you with your fucking clothes off. I want to see your uncut prick. I haven't seen it for three or four years and I want to see how it has grown."

I pulled my shorts and briefs down then took my shirt off.

"Aaahhh." she said. "Nice and long like Franks and a long foreskin too. I'll have to suck it later today. You know your father isn't coming home tonight so you and I can sleep together and you can fuck me a couple of times." she said

Mother sat on the edge of the tub and spread her legs wide apart. I soaped the washcloth and gently washed the semen off her pubic hair and inside her cunt lips. I rinsed her off then soaped the cloth again and washed her pubic hair around her labia and up on her belly. She had a forest of coal black hair. I rinsed the soap off then took a towel and dried her good.

"Give me your saturated panties too and I'll wash them now so they can hang and dry." I said.

She handed them to me and I looked at the crotch and could easily see it was wet with semen. I soaped the panties, rinsed them, soaped them again, then rinsed them a final time and hung them on a towel bar to dry.

Mother reached out and grabbed my flaccid cock and began stroking it. "I want this fucker in my cunt." she said. "Now let's go to your bedroom so I can suck it and ride it."

She got off the edge of the tub, still wearing her garter belt, dark stockings, and sling backs and headed for the doorway with my cock in her hand. Her stockings gave off a sheen rather than that of a matte finish. They were very sheer and fitted her legs quite nicely. 

We got to my bedroom and she pushed me back on the bed so I was lying across the mattress. She bent down and quickly stuffed my now very erect prick in her mouth, pulling the foreskin back as she did so. She bobbed up and down on it nearly causing me to shoot my semen in her mouth. Suddenly she stopped, told me to put my head on my pillow, and got on the bed with me.

"I want you to stick this long fucking piece of meat as far up my soaking wet cunt as it will go." she said. "I'm still horny and I need another good fucking."

She straddled my prick then slid her wet cunt down on it and I went right to her fucking cervix. She sat on me and ooohhhed and aaahhhed and called me a big motherfucker. She bounced up and down on my prick trying to get it inside her just as far as she could. 

Finally I could take it no longer and unleashed a torrent of hot milky semen inside her wet cunt. She went ballistic when I came and rode me even harder. She finally got off and immediately went to my cock with her mouth. She sucked my cock clean getting her juices in the process. As she had gotten off of me, she had swiped her stocking on my cock and I left a trail of white semen across the welt. I knew it would show when it dried, but I didn't care.

"Darling. I must pee. My kidneys are floating. Now be a good boy and come help mother go pee pee. I can suck your cock some more while I pee."

I got off the bed and mother took my cock in her hand as we went to the bathroom. She barely got seated on the stool until the pee was flowing like a river. She took my cock, foreskin covering the head of it, and proceeded to suck it some more.

"You are simply a fucking cock hound." I told her. "All you want is beer and cock. Don't you ever tire of fucking?"

"No. I like stiff pricks and especially uncut ones that are long and fat." she replied. "Now lick my soaking wet pussy dry, then I'll slip into a clean pair of panties and make a phone call to a couple who are pals our ours."

I slipped my tongue in her hairy cunt lips and licked the piss and semen off of it. She got up and went into the linen closet and came out with an ultra sheer pair of white panties. I helped her slip into them and pulled them up tightly against her hairy cunt.

"Where do you find this sheer lingerie?" I asked.

I have a friend who gets it for me and some of it comes from your father." she replied. "Do you like it?" she asked.

"Yes. Very much so." told her.

"Now. Let's go downstairs so I can make a phone call. Since daddy is going to be gone tonight, our friends can spend the night here with us." she said.

She called and said. "Emmy. You and Herb need to slip over to my house in about thirty minutes. Don't wear too much and pack a little overnight bag. Also, don't either of you pee before you leave home. We'll fix a little dinner and drinks here."

"Now you need to let me wash your cock so it is nice and fresh then slip into your lingerie before they get here." Mother said.

"How do you know about my lingerie?" I asked.

"Mother's know everything about their sons. Put on a pair of chocolate Manhattan heel stockings as well as your black eight strap garter belt. Emmy will be impressed when she sees your cock

dangling between your legs while you are wearing stockings. I'll let you know if I think you need to wear a bra or not." she said.

I washed my prick in warm water and soap and dried it off, pulling the foreskin back so I got the helmet dried too. Then I slipped my garter belt on, fastened my nylons to the garters, slipped on a pair of one inch sling backs and went back downstairs.

"Oh my. You look elegant. Emmy is going to love playing with your long cock. She's into uncut men, you know? She's also a long legged fucking bitch who is a pillar in her church. If the congregation knew she fucked like a mink and sucked cock they would be appalled." mommy said. "Herb is almost as bad. He likes sucking my hairy cunt and sticking his tongue into my pee hole."

The doorbell rang and mother went to open it.

"Hello Emmy and Herb. So good to see you. Did you bring a small overnight case? You'll be staying with us tonight. John is here and he's already fucked me once this afternoon, but he knows Emmy is hot for his prick." she told them.

Herb and Emmy came into the house and each was wearing a light weight coat that came to their knees. I could see each of them were wearing sheer nylon stockings. Emmy came over to me and gave a kiss on the lips and reached and grasped my cock in her hand.

"Stick your hand up my coat John." she said. "I want you to feel my hairy pussy. I need to go pee pee and I want you to help me."

Meanwhile Herb and mother were passionately kissing and mother had her hand under Herb's coat playing with his prick. She moved closer so she could get a better feel of his prick.

"Oh you big fucker. I just love playing with your long prick." she told him. "Now reach up and grab my cunt hair and pull my cunt lips."

The preliminaries finished and Emmy Lou took my hand and we headed toward the bathroom where she shed her coat and stood in front of me in all her glory. Emmy was about six feet tall and most of it was legs and waist. She was wearing a black eight strap garter belt and very sheer black nylon stockings. Her lower belly was an absolute forest of black hair flecked with some grey that trailed up toward her navel. A woman with a real treasure trail. She raised her arm to pull me closer and I could also see she didn't shave her armpits. She pulled me close and kissed me fervently on my lips.She was wearing a nursing bra that someone had removed the cup cover off of, so her areola and nipples were clearly showing. Someone had rouged her areola and nipples as they were a very dark rose color.

"You know I want to just fuck the hell out of you, don't you?" she asked. "Margaret has told me about your long fucking cock and how you sometimes fuck her. I just need to have you squirting hot semen in my cunt tonight darling."

With that she kissed me again, then sat down on the toilet and spread her legs wide apart.

"Now just kneel down and put your hand under my hairy cunt so you can catch my hot pee as it flows out of my cunt lips." she said.

The flood began and her pee was very warm. She must have not pissed since early afternoon because it just kept coming and coming.

"Now wipe my wet pussy with your hand then lick your hand." she told me.

Her pee had a slight salty taste to it. 

"Is it good darling?" she asked.

"Yes." I told her. "A little salty taste, but nice and warm and I would drink some more of it." I said.

"Good. Now get that uncut prick of your over in front of my face so I can suck it for a minute. Then we must go see what Herb and Margaret are doing." she said.

She peeled my foreskin back and inserted my turgid cock in her mouth. Her mouth was warm and she was a good cocksucker. She sensed I was ready to blast off, so she let go and said we were going to find Herb and Margaret.

Herb and Margaret were in her bedroom and she was sitting on the bed with Herb's cock in her mouth.She sucked it to her hearts content while he twisted the nipples on her teats.

Suddenly Herb cried out and said "I'm going to give your tonsils a load of baby batter."

I could see Margaret's mouth fill up and she began sucking his cock even harder than she had been. Finally, Herb stopped spurting in her mouth and withdrew his wet prick. Margaret just looked at how wet it was and popped it back in her mouth to clean it off a bit.

As I looked at my mother being fed fresh semen by a friend, I also noticed that both mother and Emmy's teats were bout the same size. Both had large dark areola and prominent nipples. But while mother's legs filled out a pair of nylons quite nicely, Emmy had legs that were at least three feet long yet her nylons came right to her cunt lips. I thought she must wear at least a 3X size stocking to be able to pull them up that high.

"Emmy.Where do you get your lovely stockings?" I asked.

"Do you really want to know or are you just being inquisitive?" she answered.

"I'd really like to know." I said.

"Shall I tell him Margaret?" she asked.

"Go ahead. He may already have an idea anyway." Margaret replied.

"Well. Your father buys almost all of my stockings that I wear. Herb won't go into a store that sells lingerie, so your daddy buys most of them for me. Sometimes he just gives them to me and sometimes I pay him for them, but not always with money." she said.

Sometimes I let him stick his huge cock in my cunt and fuck me with it. He is a talented cocksman and knows how to use his tool." Emmy told me.

Meanwhile Herb was standing beside mother twisting the nipples on her big teats and making her squeal.

"You need to put a bra on." he told her. "You can't just let them sag all over your chest. That's why Emmy wears a bra. I take a nursing bra and cut the cup cover off so her areolas and nipples show. Then I can suck them if I want to without her having to disrobe."

"Well then, why don't you get a bra for me and fix it like that? I happen to have a couple of nursing bras still in my dresser. Get the black one and take the cup cover off of it and I will put it on. Then you can play with my teats too." Margaret told him.

Herb found the bra and set about with the stitch ripper taking the stitches out. When he finished he had a perfectly fine cup less bra for mother to put on. He handed it to her and she slipped her teats into it. Herb fastened it in back for her and her areolas and nipples were displayed quite prominently.

"I think it is time for cocktails and cigarettes" Herb said. "Let me mix a nice cold pitcher of martinis, set out some snacks and we will relax for awhile. While I'm doing that Emmy and John can take the applicator and rouge your areolas and nipples some more and make them darker. John probably needs to redo Emmy's too."

While Herb was busy doing that I sat beside Mother and Emmy and played with their cunts, spreading their lips wide open and putting a few fingers in each one. I found Emmy's fuck button and masturbated her while playing with her. She responded by sticking her tongue in my ear and then whispering that she wanted me to eat her pussy tonight.

Herb brought the martinis and snacks to the table and quickly saw that I was playing with both women.

"Well now John. You can't have both so Margaret you come over and sit with me." he said. Margaret got up and went over to Herb who quickly stuck his hand up into her hairy cunt lips.

"I think I'm going to let you get a little tipsy tonight then I'm going to take you to bed and fuck you three or four times and let you suck my dangling cock." he said.

"I'll bet you can't get your cock up three times in a night." Margaret told him. "If you can get it erect three times tonight, I'll let you fuck me every time because I love hard cock inside my cunt."

"Don't be too sure about that." Emmy Lou said. "I've seen him get a hard on four or five times a night when he was very horny. Sometimes I'd just suck him off because I didn't want his prick back inside my cunt anymore."

Suddenly mother lifted her nylon covered leg and began caressing Herb's nuts with her toes. "Do you like that?" she asked.

"It feels good. The nylon is very slick and slides on my nuts. Just keep it up." he replied.

As she fondled his nuts with her foot, his cock began to get erect and I knew he was getting excited.

"Oh look at what I did to your mighty prick." Mother said. "I got it a little bit excited and it is trying to grow. Now he wants to slip it inside my wet pussy."

"Emmy, do you ever wear panties?" I asked. "You've got so much pussy hair I doubt that wearing a pair of panties would ever reach your skin." I said

"Get a pair out of my bag and I will put them on for you so you can see what happens." Emmy said.

I went to her bag and found a pair of sheer white panties. I took them to her and slipped her feet into the openings. She stood up and pulled them up to her cunt. Her brown and gray colored pubic hair just popped out the sides of her leg openings and she couldn't get them pulled up tightly enough to touch her cunt lips with them. The pubic hair at the front just pushed the panties away from her skin.

"As you can see, they don't do much to cover my skin, so I seldom wear them." Emmy responded. 

"I want to slip your cock into my glass and have a real "cock"tail. Then I think we need to fix some dinner and a little brandy for dessert." Emmy said.

Herb looked up from where he was sucking mothers teat and informed them that there were small six ounce tenderloin steaks, fresh fruit, and baking potatoes in the kitchen for dinner. Someone could get dinner started but he was going to suck Margaret's teats for awhile.

Emmy took her panties off and headed for the kitchen. I followed her and in twenty minutes we were ready for dinner. Emmy went to the living room to tell Herb and mother that dinner was ready and found her flat on her back with him fucking the hell out of her. He had his long prick buried in her cunt and she was squealing and hollering about it.

"Herb". Emmy said. "Dinner is ready if you can pull your long motherfucking cock out of her hairy cunt."

"Just a second Emmy." With that Herb pulled his turgid eight inch cock out of mothers cunt and sprayed white semen all over her belly fur, her teats, her face, and her thighs. Her dark stockings were a mess of white streaks as the semen stuck to the nylon. Needless to say, she was quite a mess.

"Now get your fucking mouth around my wet cock and clean me off. I will have plenty more of that later so you can expect a second round tonight too." Herb added.

Margaret pulled his still leaking cock into her mouth and proceeded to lick him clean of both their juices.

"Now get your fucking pumps on and let's go eat dinner. Then I'll fuck you again later." Herb said to her.

She tottered across the floor toward the kitchen and I heard Herb tell Emmy that she was drunk again and sucked his cock until she told him she wanted him to fuck her.

In spite of being drunk mother managed to eat her dinner and had a glass of brandy and a cigarette after dinner. She still had Herb's semen drying on her teats and in her hair, but otherwise looked alright.

"I need to piss." she exclaimed. "If I don't hurry I'm going to sit in the chair and piss."

I quickly helped her out of her chair and opened the door to the side porch. She was no sooner out the door than her pee was running down her thighs and legs, getting them all wet. She just spread her legs, stood there, and let the piss flow from between her cunt lips and her hairy cunt. When she finally finished she tottered back inside the house and sat down at the table telling Emmy she needed another brandy.

Emmy whispered to Herb "Are you going to sleep with the fucking whore tonight? We can go home and let John fuck his mother or we can stay here and I sleep with John and you fuck around with her."

"I want to stay here and give the whore the fucking she needs. She'll sober up in a bit and everything will be alright. We can clean her up a bit and put a different pair of nylons on her, then she'll be OK." Herb told Emmy.

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way because I really want to bed down with John tonight and play with his prick. I know I want a load of his baby batter in my cunt as well as having him piss all over me and eat my pussy.He knows just where my clit is and sucks it like it is going to dissolve." Emmy said.




Mother and Me



We cleaned up the dinner dishes and helped Margaret into the parlor where we had more cigarettes and another brandy. She was beginning to come around so Emmy told her she was going to take off her nylons and put a different pair on, then clean her up a bit as Herb had really sprayed her good with his semen,and that they would stay the night so she could fuck Herb some more.

Margaret simply smiled that drunken grin then said "OK. I'm sure my stockings need to be laundered since he blew a lot of semen on them."

I unhooked the garters and they immediately fell to her knees. Emmy pulled them down to her ankles and then slipped them off her feet. I was looking right at her hairy pussy and could barely see her long cunt lips for all the hair. She also had a lot of hair on her legs and I asked her if daddy had made her stop shaving.

Margaret said daddy didn't want her to shave for fear that she might cut herself and bleed to death. 

Emmy said "Well, I don't shave my legs or pits either and with my hairy pussy, some of which is beginning to turn a little gray, I'm pretty hairy."

Emmy took a clean pair of stockings from Margaret's lingerie drawer, folded one stocking down and slipped it onto her foot, then slowly pulled it up. Then she did the same thing to the other foot.

"Now stand up you whore so we can fasten the garters to the stockings." she said.

I helped Margaret stand up and Emmy finished pulling one stocking up,then the other. I fastened the front garters so they wouldn't fall down, then we fastened the other six. Her stockings were quite long and nearly came up to her cunt lips. They were a very sheer chocolate brown with a Havana heel. They looked quite nice and Emmy told her to not piss all over them.

Suddenly Herb came to Margaret and slipped his hand in her cunt lips. "Now I can make you want some more cock, you fucking whore. I'll have you creaming all over my peter before I'm done with you tonight."

Herb took his cock and slipped it into Margaret's martini and said. "You like your fucking cocktails, so have a real one." Having said that, he stuck it in her mouth for her to suck.

As we finished cigarettes and brandy I looked at the clock and said "Oh my. It's ten o'clock already. I'm ready for bed. Emmy, are you coming with me?"

I gave Mother a kiss and Emmy gave Herb a kiss and she and I went upstairs to my bedroom. As I followed her up the stairs I couldn't help but notice how long her hairy legs were as well as how straight the seams on her nylons were.

When we got to the top of the stairs she turned to me and took me in her arms and said "John. I'm so glad we are spending the night with you and your Mother. I can't wait to play with your fucking cock and I know Herb is going to do some things with your Mother that will sexually excite her. It's too bad she has to consume so much alcohol every day. Everyone in the community knows she is a fucking alcoholic. I don't know how your daddy puts up with it. But it might interest you to know that he is no saint either. He has had his share of ladies including me. Now help me pee and then we will hit the bed."

Really?" I asked.

"Yeah. A couple of weeks ago Herb was out of town on business and I'm told Margaret was back with her sorority at a party. Your father called me and asked if I would like to go to dinner with him. Just the two of us he said. I told him that would be fine. He told me to pack a small overnight bag and to be sure and put a sheer waltz length gown in it. I asked him if there was anything else and he said to either bring along a pair of Directoire Knickers or not wear any panties. He would pick me up at home and we would go eat then come here to his home." Emmy said.

"We had a fine dinner at a great restaurant then came back here for a nightcap. He helped me undress to my garter belt, stockings, and cut out bra. He looked at my hairy belly and cunt and told me he wanted to eat my pussy then fuck me." she continued.

"He got down and ate my pussy. Then I told him I needed to piss. He led me out to the porch, told me to spread my legs wide apart and just go. I never got a drop on my stockings. He wiped my cunt with his tongue then took me back inside and asked me if I would like to see his prick. I told him I would and he proceeded to undress, his cock popping out of his boxers when he took his pants off. Herb has a big cock, but your fathers beat Herbs."

"How did you meet Herb?" I asked her.

"Well. That's a long story, but since you asked, I'll tell you. Emmy Lou replied.

"I was attending a dance in the early 60's. As you can see, I'm quite tall for a woman. My date was a short young man. In the early 60's women wore crinolines and poodle skirts. If you twirled around too fast, the skirt and crinoline would fly up showing more of your legs. At some point in a dance, I must have twirled around pretty fast, showing off lots of leg and thigh. Apparently Herb was sitting on the edge of the dance floor and saw what was going on. I must have flashed some stocking top and garter straps when I spun around." Emmy told me.

"The dance ended and we sat down. As the next dance was about to start, Herb came over and asked my date if he could have the next dance with me. My date was quite gracious and indicated it was alright. So Herb took me to the dance floor and we began dancing." Emmy continued.

"I want you to ditch the guy you are with." he said. "I got a good look at your stockings and garter belt when you were twirling around the dance floor with him. I'll make sure you get home safely when the dance is over."

"He asked where I lived and I told him. I also told him I had my own car and could drive home by myself." Emmy said."He also wanted my phone number, so we exchanged numbers so we could call each other. At that point, I asked Herb what exactly had he seen under my skirt."

"I think I saw you weren't wearing any panties either." he said. "I saw a big swatch of black hair around your crotch. Now when this dance is over, tell the guy you're with that you don't feel good and are leaving. I'll meet you at the door and escort you to your car."

"I was wearing panties earlier, but I had to pee and dribbled in them, so I took them off and put them in my purse. I also am quite hairy as you saw. About this time, he slowly reached a hand around in front and began to feel one of my teats. I didn't push his hand away as I'm sure he thought I would."

"Nice teats you have." he said. "I think I might like to see them. Do you live by yourself?"

"I told him I rented an apartment." Emmy said. "Perhaps we might make a date for tomorrow evening and you could pick me up and we go out for dinner I suggested."

Herb said "I'd like to do that. I think I'd like to become more acquainted with you."

"So I told my date I was not feeling well and was gong home. He seemed to understand and told me he hoped I felt better tomorrow. With that I picked up my purse and headed for the exit. Herb was standing there waiting for me. He escorted me to my car and said he would call me at home in the morning. I left and went home. For some reason or other, I was feeling a bit horny when I got home." she continued. "I undressed and peed, then headed for bed feeling a little euphoric about Herb having seen my pussy."

"The next morning the phone rang and it was Herb. He asked me what time I wanted him to come by to get me. I told him, but also told him to pack a little overnight case in case the evening got late and he might need to spend the night with me."

"He stopped by that evening just as I finished dressing. I purposely left my panties off with the idea that if he wanted to put his hand up my dress and feel my pussy, they wouldn't impede him." she continued. "He came up the stairs and I opened the door to let him in. He had followed my lead and brought his overnight bag with him."

"He looked me up and down, took his left hand and pulled up my skirt and with his right hand he felt my pussy.I got all excited and nearly peed right then and there." she continued."We never made it out for dinner. We called and had something delivered, had a couple of drinks and he began to undress me."

"I want to see what is at the top of these long legs of yours." he said. I'm going to take your skirt and blouse off then your slip. Then, I'm going to let you see my cock." 

"I had never seen a mans cock before and I really wasn't sure what it would look like. I was now in my bra, garter belt, stockings, and high heels. He unbuttoned his shirt, took it off. Then he unzipped his trousers and stepped out of them. The head of his cock was peeking out the front of his boxers and I was practically mortified by what I saw."

What did you see?" I asked her.

"I saw this flap of skin. He quickly pulled his boxers down, stepped out of them, and I saw his entire cock. It was dangling down his thigh and looked to be about five or six inches long. I asked him why the end of it was covered with skin and he told me he was uncircumcised. He told me to take it in my hand and stroke it for a moment or two. Suddenly it began to grow erect and all of a sudden it was standing straight out in front of his body and the skin covering it had pulled back slightly."

"Now I'm going to play with your big teats and suck the nipples. Then we are going into your bedroom and I'm going to play with your cunt and then fuck you. Have you ever been fucked by a man?" he asked.

"No." I told him. "I'm still a virgin, but I really need to piss.

"So we went to the bathroom where I sat down on the toilet stool. He told me to spread my legs wide open so he could watch me pee. When I finished he told me he was going to run his hand through my pussy to help dry me off. But he wanted me to hold his cock while I peed, so I took it in my hand and let the pee begin to flow out of me."

I finished and we headed for my bedroom. Herb stopped me and told me to just stand beside the bed for a minute. He unhooked my bra and took it off playing with my long, engorged nipples as he did so. He held each one in his hand and told me how big and heavy they were. He moved one hand down to my crotch and began playing with my pussy.

"Finally, he told me that since I was a virgin, that there might be a little bleeding as he slipped his cock inside my vagina, but not to worry about it. He did get a towel and put it on the bed so we didn't get the sheet all bloody."

"He got between my legs and told me to spread them as far apart as I could. Then I was to take my cunt lips and pull them open as far as I could. When I had done that, he told me to take his cock in one hand and put it right inside my vagina. I did that and the next thing I knew, his cock was deep inside my cunt buried clear up to my cervix. It hurt yet felt wonderful at the same time. As he was fucking me, he reached up and grabbed one of my teats and put his mouth around the nipple and began nursing on it. He thrust his long cock in and out of my cunt about ten times, then I felt it swell up as I felt my cervix get saturated with his semen." Emmy informed me.

"Did you know what he had done?" I asked.

"I wasn't sure. I thought perhaps he had peed inside my cunt because I was very wet." she replied.

"Then Herb told me he had just climaxed and filled my cunt with sperm filled semen and that I would be leaking it out if I didn't put something in my cunt. So I told him to reach in my dresser drawer and get a pair of bikini panties and I would stuff them inside me." she said.

"As he had pulled his cock out of my no longer virgin cunt, I saw his cock was still dripping fluid and as he moved down, he wiped it on my dark stocking tops, leaving a white streak across them. He found my bikinis and I stuffed them in my cunt. Then he told me to take his cock, which was now beginning to get soft, and suck it. I wasn't sure I wanted to do that, but to make him feel good, I did."

"How did it taste?" I asked her.

"Since I didn't know what to expect, I was pleasantly surprised that it didn't have a bitter or sour taste to it. So, I sucked it for a few minutes until he told me that would suffice. He told me to put a waltz length gown on so my stockings and pussy showed, then he was going to dress."

"I couldn't believe my eyes when he reached into his bag and took all this feminine lingerie out and asked me to help him put it on. He had an eight strap garter girdle, long,long sheer full fashioned stockings with dark heels and seams, a black bra with holes in the cups so his nipples showed, and a pair of one inch pumps. I helped him dress, then he put on a gown like I was wearing."

Are you surprised at my attire?" he asked. "I like to wear it at home when I'm relaxing and feel horny."

"I told him I thought it was nice, so we went out of the bedroom, had one more drink, then went back in the bedroom where he proceeded to fuck me two more times during the night. So that is how I met my Herb." Emmy Lou told me.

"The day we married, I wore some sheer Directoire Knickers under my wedding gown. My attendant helped me locate a store that sold them and then helped me put them on when I got dressed. She thought they were really sexy and let me know that Herb would have an immediate erection when he saw me wearing them.. They were so long they covered all of my stocking tops, but you could see my garter straps on my garter girdle."

"After the wedding, my attendant helped me pee and she saw my hairy belly. Again she told me Herb would have an immediate erection when he saw me. I finished peeing and wiped my pussy and she pulled my knickers up, gazing at my very hairy mound. She wanted to know if I was horny and I told her I was. So, she slipped her hand into my crotch and played with my cunt for a couple of minutes. I told her that was enough and she finished pulling my knickers back up."

"Needless to say, when Herb saw me after the reception and I slipped into a beautiful dress, he reached under the hem of it and felt my legs. His reaction was amazing. I looked at the front of his trousers and could see his cock was beginning to become a tent pole pushing against the fabric. Needless to say, he was hot to fuck me." Emmy Lou told me.

"When we arrived at our hotel, he got us checked in and we hurried to our room. He could hardly contain himself, wanting to undress me immediately. When I took my dress and slip off, he told me to leave my DK's and everything else on. He would take them off when he was ready to. He undressed and his cock was as stiff as a flagpole. He told me to come and take hold of it and pull his foreskin back. The head of it was so red I could hardly believe my eyes.

"I'm going to take your knickers off, then we'll get into bed and I'm going to play with your hairy cunt." Herb said. "Then we are going to fuck as many times as I can get an erection tonight."

"He played with me and got me soaking wet, then plunged his long pecker into my wet cunt and went clear up to my cervix. I couldn't believe how excited he was. He came almost immediately and I was gushing his semen when he pulled his cock out of me. He told me to just let it run out and let me be all wet. He fucked me two more times that night and I was full of his semen. Now that's the start of our marriage ." Emmy Lou said.

"Mac and I got into bed and he sucked my teats for a few minutes then played with my clit. Finally he said he was going to mount me and fill my cunt with a huge load of pollen. He must have fucked me for twenty minutes then erupted inside my soaking wet cunt. He got a pair of panties from the dresser and stuffed them into my cunt so I wouldn't leak out, then put my gown on me. We slept for about four hours until I had to piss again. When I finished his cock was erect again so I spread my cunt lips, took the panties out of my cunt,and he fucked me again. He erupted in my cunt with another load of pollen. So your father is no angel himself." she said.

We went into the bathroom and Emmy simply straddled the toilet bowl. She pulled her cunt lips open and the pee simply flowed out of her hair cunt lips. She took two steps forward and I knelt down and took her wet hairy pussy in my mouth and cleaned the excess pee off of it.

"That's fine darling. You cleaned me off real good. Now let's go get in bed so I can have your long cock fucking me for awhile." she said. She got into bed first giving me a great view of her salt and pepper colored pubic hair. She was beginning to get a little gray around the edges.

"Now I'm going to spread my cunt lips wide open for you darling and I want you to just thrust that long cock of yours inside my cunt as far as it will go. I want to see how you compare with your daddy."

She opened her lips and I thrust my very erect cock deep inside her already wet cunt until I hit her cervix.

"Oh you big motherfucker. That feels so good. Just keep it buried inside me so I can play with it and climax a few times." she said. "It is so fat and feels so good. She wrapped her nylon clad legs around my back and kept my cock buried deep inside her wet cunt. Her pussy finally began to shrink and she slipped out of my prick.

"Oh my God. that was such a good fucking. I love having a big cock buried deep inside my cunt right up to the cervix." she said. "Now nurse one of my teats again dear then we will get some much needed sleep."

Before we could get back to sleep we heard this blood curdling scream from Margaret. "No. No. Herb please don't do that to me." she cried.I looked at Emmy and Emmy looked at me and we decided to get up and investigate.

The bedroom door was wide open and Margaret was suspended from a swing type device such that only her toes touched the floor. Her brown nylon colored legs were then pulled as far as they could be to the side and held against the stanchions leaving her hairy cunt wide open and vulnerable.

Herb was standing to the side of her wearing lingerie and two inch high pumps holding a quirt in his hand. His hand moved quickly and the quirt slapped against Margaret's cunt lips with some force. She jumped as she screamed in pain. Again he hit her and again she screamed.

"Now you fucking alcoholic whore, do you think you can do the things I ask you to do or do I need to give you a few more swats with my quirt?" Herb asked her.

"No Master Herb. I will do as you ask. Please don't spank my cunt lips any longer. It really hurts. I will be a good mistress to you and will do as you ask."

Herb gently let her down until she lay on the floor like a piece of crap, then her nudged her with his shoe. "Get up whore and take my manhood in your mouth. Do not peel the foreskin back until I tell you to do do. Suck my cock as hard as you can and I will let you know when I am ready to spurt pollen in your mouth," Her told her.

Margaret got to her knees and proceeded to find his dangling cock and stuffed it in her mouth. She also gently fondled his balls, rolling them around in her fingers and hand. Emmy and I could see Herb's flaccid cock quickly becoming erect and knew he was going to drench her tonsils with a large dose of semen.

Herb suddenly grabbed the back of Margaret's head and stuffed his cock as far as he could in her mouth. Suddenly the semen was pouring out the corners of her mouth and she was trying to get loose from Herb's hand holding her head.

"Now you fucking alcoholic whore, the next time I tell you to suck my fucking cock, I expect you to do it. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master Herb." Margaret replied.

"John. Go get your whore of a mother a cold bottle of beer so she can wash my hot semen down into her stomach where she can't have a baby. That will help cleanse her palate too so she can be ready for some more." Herb said.

"Herb. Your cock is still dribbling semen out of it. Take it and stick it inside your stocking top so it doesn't go all over the place. You must have given the bitch a good drink of it with it running out of her mouth and still dribbling our of your cock." Emmy said to him.




Mother and Me



John returned with a beer for all of us and Margaret quaffed hers down in two swallows. John gave his to her so she would have another to drink at a slower pace. Her eyes were glazed over and she looked as though she had been thoroughly abused by Herb.

"Has Herb fucked you yet Margaret?" Emmy asked her. "Have you had his massive cock stuffed inside your cunt? If you haven't you soon will, then you will beg for more of it all night. Let's go back to your room John. I want to play with your cock some more."

When we got back to my room, Emmy said to me "You know your mother is like a sow in heat. She can't get enough cock to satisfy her. Frank fucks her, Lee fucks her, Herb is fucking her, you're fucking her, and your father is still fucking her. That must be all she does except drink beer and piss. Now I want to play with your cock some more, then I'm going to have you fuck me good again."

Emmy got into bed and laid on her right side. She told me to lie next to her and offered me her very large left teat to nurse on. The nipple was quite elongated and easy to latch on to. I suckled her for about ten minutes then heard her snoring softly. I had put her to sleep nursing her. I let go, pulled the covers up over us and went to sleep.

I felt Emmy rustle around in the bed and looked to see what time it was. The clock said nearly five o'clock and Emmy nudged me and said she needed to piss. She got out of bed and headed for the toilet. She sat down, spread her long legs wide apart, and proceeded to piss for two minutes. It sounded like water going over a waterfall. She told me to kneel down and stepped over till my face was right under her very hairy cunt.

"Now suck my hairy pussy dry." she told me. "I want you to suck my clitty until I climax, which shouldn't take long. I might even have a dribble of pee for you when you're finished." she said.The excess pee was running down her thighs to her stockings tops and getting them wet , but I licked it off first.

She put her cunt right in front of my face and I found her clit easily. It is quite long and I began to suck it. She nearly went ballistic when I did that. She climaxed right away and let go with a small torrent of hot pee. I just lapped that up too.

"When we get up I want you to piss all over me, then we are going to shower together than have breakfast." she said.

We got up about eight o'clock and headed for the bathroom. Emmy was still in her garter belt, cut out bra, and long stockings. She simply stepped into the tub and sat down. "Now piss all over me darling. I want you to saturate me and get me a mouthful of your golden nectar. Then I am going to stand up and let the piss run down my legs. then we shower and dress and go down for breakfast."

I didn't even bother pulling my foreskin back. I just pissed all over her and got every inch of her body all wet. When I finished Emmy stood up and the pee just ran out of her hairy cunt lips, down her legs, and into the tub. I unhooked her bra and the garters holding her stockings up and she peeled the stockings off her legs.

I unhooked my stockings, unfastened my bra and threw it all on the floor. I turned the water on and we began to soap each other and play with each other as we showered. When we finished we dried each other off and Emmy laid down on the floor and told me to eat her cunt.

We slipped on very sheer waltz length gowns and went downstairs. Herb and Margaret were in the kitchen drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. Margaret looked very alert and Emmy asked Herb why she was so bright eyed.

"I gave her a little injection of juice this morning after she had sucked my cock again.The juice will make her nipples and clit tingle until she has someone sucking them. I also gave the inside of her vagina a little dose too, so she will crave a cock fucking her or a good cunt licking. The women is an absolute slut who simply cannot get enough cock." Herb said. "She is now ready and waiting for anyone else to either fuck or suck her and she will be very happy. I nipped each nipple, her clit, and both inner lips."

He had no sooner said that then Mother reached over and grabbed my cock from under my gown and pulled me to her. "I want your fucking cock in my mouth right now." she said and with that popped into her mouth.

Emmy said "I can't believe it. Did she suck you last night Herb? How many times did you fuck her? Did you pee on her?"

"She sucked my cock three times during the night. After she peed she got back in bed and stuck it in her mouth and sucked me till I gave her a load of baby batter." Herb replied.

"We got up a little while ago and I had her sit on the edge of the tub and open her hairy forest so I could see her cunt lips. I found a nice douche bulb, filled it with nice warm water, and stuck it all the way up inside her cunt. I proceeded to squeeze the bulb until I knew water was coming out the tube, then filled her sopping wet cunt with water." Herb told us.

"She ooohhhed and aaaahhhed like she was in Heaven. I asked her if she had ever had this done to her before and she shook her head in the negative." he continued.

"So I loaded the bulb two more times and really soaked her cunt out and made her feel good as I douched her cunt." he continued. "After I wiped her cunt nice and dry, I gave her a another little shot in her vagina to "clear things up a bit", so to speak." he continued. "She might be a real tiger today." he said.

No more than having said that Margaret reached over and grabbed her sons cock and stuck it in her mouth and began sucking it. In only a few seconds John was sporting an erection that stood right out in front of him as Margaret continued sucking his dick. About five seconds later John, unable to hold back any longer, sprayed Margaret's throat and tonsils with a load of cream.

Herb and I fixed breakfast and made certain that Margaret ate some food instead of simply having a bottle of beer. After we ate, we sat around the table drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. It was a bit of fun watching Emmy Lou smoke because of her position in her church. If congregation members knew about it they would frown upon it as being sinful. I thought if they only knew what else she and Herb do, they would think both of them needed to be sent to hell.

Herb told Margaret she needed to go out and pee, then he was going to get her some lingerie to put on. Emmy Lou said after all the coffee, she needed to pee too. So we all went out on the side porch and watched as the two women spread their legs apart and just let the pee dribble down out from between their cunt lips getting their pussy hair all wet.

Emmy Lou said "Why don't we get another couple to join us for today and tonight? Then we would have three couples playing."

"Who would that other couple be my dear?" Herb asked.

"Well. I was thinking about asking Becky and Christopher to join us." she replied. "Becky has finally found out about male appendages and how exciting they can be and Christopher simply likes to have his long slim cock inside a cunt. You must know he has fucked me several times dear."

"Yes. I'm aware of it, but I didn't want to raise a rumpus about it. You're a fucking cock hound too. Just like Margaret is. So why don't you call them and tell them to dress lightly and bring a small overnight bag?" Herb said.

Emmy Lou got her cell phone and dialed a number from memory.

"Becky. It's your mother. We're at John's and we want you and your brother to come over. Dress lightly. That means stockings, a garter belt, half bra, heels, and liquid rouge. Bring along an overnight case. No. I'm sure John has a some rubbers if that is what you want. Hurry now. We'll have dinner here." She closed the phone case and said "They'll be here in about twenty minutes .".

We tidied up the kitchen and Herb moved Margaret toward her bedroom, presumably to get some lingerie on her. 

Emmy Lou told me she needed to piss again, but we could go upstairs to use the toilet.

"You know Becky will want to fuck you all night tonight don't you?" she asked. "She loves your foreskin covered cock head and loves watching you piss through it. It was certainly a strange way she came to see and play with your cock John. She'd never seen any mans cock except for Herb's and Christopher's. To my knowledge, she'd never touched either one of them."

Emmy sat on the toilet, spread her legs wide apart and began pissing. It began as a dribble, then erupted into a waterfall. I put my hand down under it and splashed it all over her ass and thighs.

"You motherfucker. You just love doing that don't you?" she asked."Now will you wash my ass and thighs please?".

I ran a sink of warm, but not hot, water, and Emmy Lou laid down on a towel. She spread her legs wide open and I was given a wonderful view of her gray and black haired cunt and thighs. I soaped the wash cloth and washed her ass and legs. Then I soaped up her cunt and washed it, opening her lips as I did so.

"Why are you doing that?" she asked.

"Because when I finish washing you, I'm going to stick my fucking tongue inside your cunt and eat you." I said. I rinsed the soap off her pussy, thighs, and ass then dried her good.

"Now. Keep those fucking lips open so I can suck your cunt and especially your clit." I said. With that I buried my face in her cunt and shoved my tongue inside her as far as I could.

She wiggled and squirmed and called me a motherfucking cunt eater, but I kept sucking.

Finally she said that was enough. She told me she had five orgasms and couldn't take anymore right now. We also needed to get ready for Becky and Christopher to arrive. So she stood up, pulled her stockings up tight and we went downstairs.

Margaret must have been very naughty because Herb had a dog collar around her neck and a leash attached 

to it. She was wearing an eight strap garter belt with long nylons pulled up near her cunt lips. She was also wearing a cut out bra with her nipples and areola sticking out, waiting to be sucked.

I asked Herb what she had done wrong and he said she hadn't wanted to suck his cock when he told her to. She had told him she was too tired. 

"So I smacked her cunt lips with the quirt a few times to remind her who was the boss, then put her collar on her. Now she can stay this way until Becky and Christopher see her to let them know what kind of a whore she really is." he said.

Just then the doorbell rang. Emmy Lou answered it and announced that Becky and Christopher had arrived.

They came inside and immediately Becky saw Margaret and her dog collar and wanted to know what the drunken whore had done now.

Becky and Christopher took off their coats and revealed to all of us the lingerie they had on. Christopher was even wearing black leather one inch heels along with a black eight strap garter girdle and sheer full fashioned stockings. His uncut cock was dangling down along his thigh. Becky also had no DK's or panties on as she sported so much pubic hair it wouldn't do much good trying to cover it.

Becky came right to me and said "I want you to fuck me tonight. I can't wait to have your cock inside me John."

Emmy Lou went to Christopher and took hold of his dangling cock and said "I'm going to play with you all to myself tonight. Your daddy is busy with the drunken bitch who doesn't mind him. That's why she is wearing a dog collar. He may even use more drastic measures if she doesn't straighten up."

"Like what mommy?" Becky asked.

"He may pierce her cunt lips in two or three places and put rings in them." she replied.

"Oh. Master Mac might have a fit if she was pierced." Becky replied. "He's not always into piercing. I need a little drink and then I'll need to piss. Daddy, have Margaret walk like a bird to be able to have a drink. You know she wants one."

"Squat down like a bird you whore. Then walk over to the table. You may stay down while we sit and have a cocktail. Becky will be kind and help you with your martini. She may even let you touch her hairy snatch." Herb told her.

Margaret squatted down in a bird like fashion and waddled over to the table area. Becky sat down next to her and asked her "Do you want a nice cold martini you whore?"

"Oh Becky I would love to have a martini. I sucked your daddy's prick and he gave me a big dose of pollen which I need to wash down my throat." Margaret said.

"Daddy. were you naughty and pollute Margaret's throat with a load of semen and sperm?" Becky asked.

"I got so involved with her sucking my cock I simply couldn't help but spew my load in her mouth. She must enjoy it because she just gobbled it all up." Heb told her.

"Would you like to suck your sons cock right now Margaret? If you do, I'll give you your drink that you crave so much." Becky said.

"Oh yes. I'll suck his cock." Margaret replied.

I went over and stood beside my mother and she took my cock and plopped it into her mouth. She didn't even bother to peel back my foreskin. She began sucking it and began getting an erection.

"That's enough Margaret." Becky said."I want his baby batter for later so you don't get it now. But here's your martini. Enjoy it because daddy may be mean to you tonight and you may hope you're drunk so you don't feel it."

Becky took hold of my erect peter and skinned me back saying "Oh John. The head of your cock is so red and looks so good. I'll need it in my cunt tonight. Now I need my drink."

Herb said we needed a toast and everyone raised their glasses and said "Cheers."

I saw Emmy Lou out of the corner of my eye tell Christopher she was going to fuck his nuts off of him tonight. He just looked at her and grinned. Then she took her martini, pulled his foreskin back, dipped his cock into her martini, and pulled his foreskin back over the head of his cock.

"Now that's a real cocktail." she informed everyone. "I'll enjoy sipping this for awhile."

"Margaret. If you can behave me now, you may take a seat in a chair and drink and smoke with the rest of us. If you misbehave again, I'll put you back in the bird walk position again." Herb told her.

Margaret got up and sat in a chair. She reached over to her left and fondled Becky's nipple and told her she wanted to suck them later on.

It was nearing lunch time, so a suggestion was made we order out and have it delivered. The call was made and lunch arrived a little after twelve thirty.

Before we ate Emmy Lou said the cocktails were taking a toll on her bladder and she needed to piss. So did Margaret. So we adjourned to the lawn on the east side of the house and let the ladies do their thing. Suddenly Becky decided she needed to pee too. Since none of them were wearing DK's or panties, they simply stood on the grass, spread their legs apart to not pee on their stockings, and began began dribbling from between their cunt lips. Becky has so much hair around her cunt lips, it is hard to see her starting, but it was soon flowing in a straight stream.

Because of all the semen in her cunt and labial area, Margaret's pee was running everywhere. Down her legs, out in front of her, straight down onto the grass until she finally finished. I knew she might get a couple of smacks with the quirt from Herb for being so messy.

Emmy Lou simply started pissing and it seemed it would never stop. Falling straight down onto the grass and soaking it good. She finally stopped and Christopher moved over and ran his hand through her grey haired cunt to help dry it.

"Oh Christopher. You are such a dear. Now I don't need to wipe it with paper." she told him.

We went back inside and Becky took some tissues and wiped Margaret's legs and belly. she gave Becky a drunken smile and thanked her for drying her off. 

We sat down to eat and Herb took the leash off of Margaret's dog collar but told her to not spill anything or he'd spank her good.

We finished eating and cleared the table except for some wine and cigarettes. Emmy Lou told everyone she had a surprise for them, but had to get it from the car.

She went out and brought back six packages which had each person's name on it.

She gave each person their bag and told them it was from Master Mac.

We began to open the packages and to each persons surprise they found new garter belts, cut out bras, sheer DK's, sheer panties, and six pairs of nylon stockings.

Becky said "Oh my God. How does he know all of our sizes? He must have them written down someplace."

Emmy Lou replied that she had gone with him to Princeton to select everything and that Joanne had everyone's sizes on her computer and simply pulled the names up and picked out the items Master Mac wanted. She also said that Joanne had to play with Master's cock and her cunt while we were there

"Becky. Did you remember to bring the liquid rouge with you?"

"Yes mommy. I did. It's in my overnight bag. Do you want me to get it?" Becky asked.

"Yes dear. You're going to apply some to Margaret's teats so they take on a dusky look. They're much too pink right now. You can also paint her cunt lips with it too." Emmy Lou replied.

"Now Margaret, get your harness of a bra off so Becky can paint your areolae and nipples with the rouge. We want to darken them up a little for you. Also your fucking cunt lips too." Emmy Lou said.

"If you guys want to watch this whore get painted then stick around. Otherwise go talk for five minutes. She'll be all done by then and we can have a lingerie show. I need to change stockings" Emmy Lou told us.

The three of us looked at each other and decided we would stay. Herb and Christopher thought it would be neat to see how it was done in case Emmy Lou and Becky wanted it done to them.

Becky said "Why don't you guys get the head of your cocks rouged? We'll peel your foreskin back over the head of your peter, wash and dry it, then paint it. The rouge dries almost instantly. Then the heads of your cocks will all be the same color."

We looked at each other and shook our heads "Yes". So Becky went to get a dishpan, some soap, a wash cloth and towel. She returned with everything and asked who wanted to be first. Emmy Lou is going to do you guys while I paint Margaret. Just look at her teats hanging down on her chest with her big nipples sticking out needing to be nursed."

We each held our cocks as Emmy Lou came to us and washed the head of our cocks, then dried us off. We kept our foreskin's back and as soon as Becky finished with Margaret she came over and began painting us. I could immediately see the head of my cock get much darker than it was. Christopher and Herb's did too. It was kind of funny watching Becky paint her daddy's and brother's foreskins. She finished all three of us, touch the head of mine, determined it was dry and told us we could release our foreskins.

Becky determined that Margaret's teats needed a second coat, so she applied another coat to them. They really got dark this time. Almost black, in fact. Margaret sat up and her teats just fell to her chest.

Herb said he was going to take his whore upstairs and have her suck on his cock for awhile, then fuck her again.

Becky wanted another drink and a cigarette before we retired for the evening and Emmy Lou could hardly wait to get her sons cock inside her cunt.

Becky looked at her daddy's cock and said "There must be something that he likes. He's getting a hard on and she's going to have it all the way up her cunt."

"Do I have something you like Becky?" I asked her.

You know I like playing with your cock. If it hadn't been for you rescuing me from that dreadful party three or four months ago, I wouldn't have ever seen your, or for that matter, any man's cock.Once I got a taste of your cock, I was hooked." she replied.

"Mother. We're going upstairs to John's room so I can get some of his long, hard peter inside me.Then I may have to suck his cock too. So you and my brother have a good time together and don't break his cock off him, because Debbie would be furious." Becky told her. "Now let's go John."




Mother and Me



It also stated that incest relations exist. I find the words "incest relations exist" and as days passed I was attracted towards you. If I have an affair with you it is difficult for your dad to find out and I still feel guilty that I am cheating your father. After listening to her words I kissed her on the lips and I placed my face on her breasts and she hugged me with love. This is all how my relation started with my mom. 



Mother and Son



Lira was a middle-aged woman married to the first and only man she ever dated. They had been married for almost twenty-five years and had two grown sons. The youngest was away at college, while the older brother was 24 and still living at home. After he graduated from high school he bounced around from job to job trying to figure out what he really wanted to do in life.

When they were little, both boys were very loving and close to their parents. Steve, the younger brother still was, but communication with him had been reduced to occasional emails, more frequent text messages, and rarely a phone call. Randy, on the other hand, had grown much more distant and would go for days at a time without speaking to her.

Her husband was openly critical of Randy and his lack of direction. His comments often lead to loud shouting matches between the two and end with one or both stomping off in a vulgar tirade. Lira had never stepped in to try and stop the shouting matches between her husband and son, and the one time early on when she did try to stand up for Randy, her husband turned his abuse on her and she left in tears. She never tried to help again. She was sure that Randy was resentful that she never helped him, and that lead to his isolation from the rest of the family.

Her husband lost interest in sex almost as soon as the second son was born. She could count the number of times they made love in a year on one hand, and for the past two years, they never had sex. She had a very traditional outlook and refused to go looking for another man to have an affair with and she was too insecure to seriously think about divorce.

When confiding to a close friend at work one evening over several martinis, her friend told her about a website where she could have someone call her to either have phone sex or just talk about things in general if that's all she wanted. Lira put it out of her mind until one afternoon when she was at home feeling sorry for herself.

Her husband was out with friends at a sports bar watching football and Randy was locked away in his room where he generally stayed all day, until emerging later in the evening and going out without a word to his parents. She was halfway through a bottle of wine when she remembered the web site name and went to her computer to search for it.

She found the site quickly. It was a site for adult personal ads and had links to other similar web sites. It also offered a phone sex service that her friend described. She entered a credit card number and info, then typed in what she was wanted to hear on the phone.

"Middle-aged mother wants to listen to a young boy pretending to be her son fucking her," she wrote. She paused for a long while trying to decide whether to go through with it, but finally hit "Send" and waited. A couple seconds later, she received a 6 digit code to enter on her phone's keypad after dialing the 1-900 number provided for the site. That would then forward her to the person scheduled to make her fantasy come alive over the phone.

She went back to her bedroom bringing the wine with her and closing the door behind her. She thought about what to do next and decided to undress and make the call from her bed so that if it went well, she could masturbate and enjoy it more. She quickly stripped, but put a silk robe on just because. Moving to her bed, she took the cordless phone and dialed the 1-900 number. When instructed, she entered the code she was given online and waited.

After several clicks and a long silence, she began to wonder if she had been cut off. However, just then she heard a young male voice call out in a hesitant tone, "Hello?"

Lira couldn't think of what else to say so she just replied, "Hi, young man."

"Hi, young lady," he replied. 

"How are you?" she asked wondering if making small talk was the appropriate way to start.

"Not good," he replied. "My cock needs an experienced pussy and maybe an experienced ass. "

"ASS?" she replied incredulously. Lira was shocked at the sudden change in the conversation and the idea of anal sex.

"Oh, yes," her young phone stud replied. "I love fucking a good ass." 

"No, I don't think so. I'm still a virgin there," she replied slowly. It was all make-believe she thought. There isn't anything wrong with just talking about it.

"Oh mommy, I'll be gentle," he said. 

"Oh," she said, her mind still spinning. 

Changing gears again, the boy asked, "Are you shaved? What you wearing?" 

"No, I'm trimmed, and all I'm wearing is a robe and panties," she answered. She didn't think it would hurt to stretch the truth a little, and she was still a little shy to tell him she was really naked under her robe.

"Wow! Fuck!" he replied excitedly. "I'm going to push you to the bed on your back, then rip those panties off with my teeth. I can just smell the scent and taste the juice of matureness flowing out of mommy's pussy." 

"Or mommy's cunt!" she said trying to match his mood. 

"Yes, I'm sorry, mommy, I meant your cunt!" he said apologetically. 

Whether it was the last of the wine kicking in, or her normal inhibitions dropping by themselves, Lira was feeling nasty. "Oh, tell me what you're going to do when you reach my cunt with your mouth?" she egged him on. 

"I'll find your little clit and swirl my tongue full of lust around it," he answered. 

"Fuck. Call me mom, you little boy," she reprimanded. Lira felt her excitement building as she got more into her role. 

"Mmmm... I'm flickering my tongue on Mommy's clit," he continued smoothly. 

"Ahhhh... That's my little boy," she responded. Her hand was already between her legs and she pretended her finger was the boy's tongue invading her. 

"Feel my finger sliding deep inside Mommy's warm, wet cunt. Inching along in search of her G-spot," he resumed. 

"Oh, you're doing it so well, son. Mommy is biting her lips," she said somewhat breathlessly. As he continued to describe his actions, Lira became more and more aroused and soon felt the wetness of her pussy covering her hand. 

"Rubbing your spot, pressing it to watch Mommy writhing in excitement." 

"Oh, God," she cried out softly. "Mommy is rubbing her clit right now, son!" 

"Rub it harder, and harder, and harder," he urged. "Think of my mouth eating your dripping mature cunt juices and my fingers fucking your pussy." 

"Oh!... Oh!... Oh!...," she cried out in an increasingly louder voice. "Mommy is going to cum!... Fuck!" 

"I love tasting your sweet juice, Mommy." 

"Oh God! That's not enough! Fuck me, son. FUCK MOMMY!" she demanded 

"Not just yet. I'll start with kissing Mommy's cunt and working my way up to her tits. I love sucking on her big Mommy nipples; biting them lightly," he teased. 

"Ahhhh... I grab your hair in my fist to make you go where I want you to go," she replied. 

"I don't care. I know I'm making Mommy happy. I lick her neck all the way up her throat to reach her lips. Do you feel my cock rubbing up down on Mommy's cunt to its way inside?" 

"Oh! You know how to make Mommy feel good. I take your little boy cock and aim it to the right target. Here you are son. Here is Mommy's cunt hole. Push your boy-cock inside it!" she said. Lira felt her lust taking over and her fingers were bringing her closer to the climax she desperately wanted."

"I love the feeling of Mommy's warm cunt around my cock. I push it in slowly, inch by inch to make the pleasure last longer. Just when I'm all the way in, I slowly start pulling it out. Making mommy want her son's cock more!" he said with a hint of arrogance. 

"Slap! Mommy slapped her son for being such a fucking tease!! bastard my husband must be on his way and my son will not get his mommy. 

Boy:- Fuck! "pushing my cock deep in mommy's cunt up to his hilt. Mommy!! 

Mom:- Oh!! "mother fuck!! 

Boy:- "Fucking mommy hard. Ah!! ah!! ah!! working my cock in and out perfectly in mommy's cunt. Mommy!! 

Mom:- fuck!! Oh!! oh!! oh!!oh son, oh son, oh son!! fill mommy with your cock and cum. Oh!! 

Boy:- "Flipping mommy on her back, get on four mommy". 

Mom:- "Mommy is on her four's. Looking at her son over her shoulder, son be gentle." 

Boy:- "Slap on mommy firm ass, Slap!! 

Mom:- Fuck! 

Boy:- "Squeezing it. Pushing my cock in mommy pussy hard in doggie style". Oh mommy , oh mommy, oh mommy, am fucking you. 

Mom:- Fuck!! oh!! harder, harder, harder. Fuck me fuck mommy, fuck slut mommy good. Ah!! ah!! ah!! 

Boy:- "Mommy am about to cum, I am about to cum mommy, son is about to cum mommy!! 

Mom:- "Oh son do not cum in mommy, You do not want mommy to get pregnant do you? 

Boy:- "Flipping mommy on her back. Spreading her legs, watches mommy's cunt", Oh mommy you are fucking hot mom. "Son is putting mommy's legs on her shoulder, Pulling her close". Mommy I wanted to fuck you, fuck this pussy for years. Now am going to what I have always been wanted to. 

Mom:- "Mommy is looking scared, w- what you wanted to do, what my son wanted to do? Tell me bastard. 

Boy:- I wanted to wipe mommy cunt to make it dry, ( whipping it) now I wanted to place my cock, big, thick cock on her entrance ( placing it) and want to give it hard push deep in mommy's CUNT!! ( thrusting it in). 

Mom:- Bastard!! Fuck!! ouch!! 

No , No, No your hurting me Bastard!! oh son!! oh!! oh!! oh!! son!! son!! fuck me. 

Boy:- Ah!! mommy mommy mommy. "I am pulling out my cock, pushing it in... pulling it out... pushing it in...pulling it out N pushing it in...OH! mommy my cock slipped in your ass mommy's virgin ASS!! mommy your ass is fucking tight. 

Mom:- No!! take it out son. 

Boy:- Oh mommy I can not. 

Mom:- Fuck! take your mother fuck cock out you bastard. I do not like it. I do not like ass fucking. 

Boy:- It is tight and am close to cum please let me fuck you in your ass mommy , It will not take long. Am about to cum oh...oh... oh mommy!! 

Mom:- Bastard I told you I fucking do not like anal fuck. But you are not listening so am going to hang up...fuck your real mother mother fuck bye. 

(she hung up phone, disappointed, frustrated. was fingering herself to cum but could not get in mood. She was going to cry when phone ran up) 

Boy:- Am sorry. 

Mom:- Fuck! how dare you call me again? It is not policy of your company to call back. your company assured me in their terms. 

Boy:- Oh yes but it applies to unknown people not for real mom son. 

Mom:- What your trying to say Bastard? 

Boy:- Mom! you are dumb, you called from home phone, I am not stupid not to recognize own phone number. You stupid mom. 

Mom:- Son, is...is...is that really you? Fuck! Hey you are not going to tell a word to soul not even my husband, please I beg. 

Boy:- Am not stupid, rest assured mom you are in safe hands but you have to... 

( cutting him in middle) 

Mom:- And do not dare think to blackmail me to do anything physically. I will rather go away than letting my son fuck his mother. I swear you will lose your mother forever. ( she began to cry). 

Boy:- Fuck! mom, why are you crying for? Am not going to compel you to do anything, for fuck sake do not cry. All I want feel you, just this once, I promise. Mom your No can lead you to nothing but trouble, You will not even be thrown out but you will lose all the luxury you are living in. 

Mom:- ( crying) Oh where the fuck I have got myself into. Ok, bastard get in my room. 

( son steps in his mom's room, where she is lying nude on bed) 

Boy:- Fuck! mom, you are beyond my thoughts. ( stepping near to his mom, with hard cock, leaking cum) I will love you as you have always wanted. 

Mom:- Bastard, you are not my husband and am very happy with my life and love. You are bastard son who lust for his mom, and do not think I will be your whore, fuck me and get over with it. Only fuck not love. 

Boy:- Slut mom, get on your fours, I want that virgin ass. 

Mom:- Yes what can I hope from beast. 

( Son lubes her ass, and penetrates her) 

Boy:- fuck!! mom you are so tight. 

Mom:- ( clenching her teeth, and clawing sheets beneath her Oh!! fuck go slow!! 

Boy:- (Leans forward and cups her mom's breast letting her full weight on her for better and deep penetration) oh!! oh!! oh!! 

Mom:- ( slapping her son's hips in pain) fuck, bastard stop!! stop!! stop!! leave me!! Bastard!! 

( Hearing car pull in driveway, of her husband) 

Mom:- fuck, he is home, pull out of me. 

Boy:- I can't, let him witness. 

Mom:- (moving herself forward to get her son's cock out of her ass) Slap!! move you out my room, I will fuck you later. 

Boy:- No. 

Mom:- please ( pleading). 

Husband:- Honey am home (calling from downstair) 

Mom:- get out!! bastard. He is out there. ( scrambling her robe, as she bends to pick it up, her son full of lust, tries to push her cock in her) fuck! ( stands up and slaps his son). 

Husband:- Honey? ( making his way to his room, knocking) Honey, you in there? 

Mom:- ( pushes her son in bathroom and moves in too) 

Husband:- ( Using his master keys to open her room, steps in) Honey? 

Mom:- Am in here, bathroom taking shower. ( son grabs his mom by her waist and pushes his cock waiting to cum deep in her mom) ah!! 

Husband:- what happened? you alright? 

Mom:- y...ye...yes am o...ok..ok ho...h...honey ( stammering from thrusts of her son) 

Husband:- You never take bath this time honey. 

Mom:- (Now I do what you will you do Bastard) ( whispering to herself) I w...w...w...was cl...cleaning...cleaning room, so I got d...d...d...dirty. 

Husband:- Why you stammering? what is happening in there? 

Boy:- Oh mom am about to cum, am about to cum, am about to cum!! ( pulls out his cock and sprays at his mom ass) 

Mom:- (Am being raped by my son , hard in my ass and he came on my ass my virgin ass stupid) (whispering to herself) am just playing with myself. 

Husband:- You are behaving strange today. 

Mom:- ( fuck you stupid) ( whispering to herself) yes you are right. 

( stepping out of bathroom, smiling) Hey where are you going?!! 

Husband:- To take shower. 

Mom:- No!! 

Husband:- What happened? 

Mom:- Why do you want to clean yourself , you are not dirty yet ( letting her robe fell on floor, standing nude with dirty smile) 

(she lies on her back on bed letting her husband over her so she can look has her bad son moved out her bathroom and kisses her, while waving her son to go out ) 

Mom:- Go!! 

Husband:- what? 

Mom:- Am asking you to go below my pussy. 

( son steps out bathroom, makes his way to door but stops to look at her mom he just had sex with) 

Mom:- ( Looks at his over her husband's shoulder and wonders , Why the fuck he has stopped for? what he wants now to watch how her mom is getting to fuck again? or that she will ask him come double penetrate your mommy?) Get out you bastard!! 

Husband:- What? 

Mom:- I am urging your cock to get out and make your way in me. 

Husband:- What has got over you today? 

Mom:- ( watching his son go, relax's, dismounts her husband and pulls sheets over her) Dear, am tired, we will do it later, maybe.



Mother & Son



Enga veetila naa, amma , appa, sisternu mothama naalu peru than. En age 26. en appa oru periya companyila directora irukar. Athunala appa oorila irukira naal romba romba kuraivu. Eppothum tourla thaan irupaar. En sister kalyanam aagi ava purushanoda iruka. My sexual feelings started when I was 18 and got curious about sex and learnt to masturbate after getting excited on seeing sexy photographs of women. Entha asayala ladiesa nakeda parkanumra aasai athigama aachu. Verum sexy photos mattumthaan parthu iruken. Aana photosila kooda nakeda yaraiyum parthathu illai. Oru naal en chithi ponnu Nasreena aria nirvanama pakka nerituchu. Avaluku 22 vayasu irukum. Appa ava body structure mmm enaku solla theriyala. Antha alavukku irukkum. Medium size mulai ana athuku ner ethira ava rendu kundiyum appadi athai ninaicha eppa kooda en sunni nattukkum. Dress change panrathukuga ava bathroomukila poona. Enga veetu bathroom rendu parta divide panni iruppom. Bathroom thaniyavum toilet thaniyavum pirichu iruppom. Ethila enna vasathina toiletla irunthu bathrooma nalla watch pannalam. Aana bathroomila irukiravangalukku naama pakirathu theriyathu. I was excited after seeing my cousin semi naked and masturbated that gave me immense pleasure. Ava ponathuku appuram ennala en feelingsa control panna mudiyala. Yaravathu pompillai kidaikka mattala. Avala ookka mattamanu veriya aachu. Antha alavuku nasreen mulayum kundiyum ennai veri kolla vaichuthu.

Oru naal veetila eppavum pola naanum amma Fathima mattum irunthom. Kalai sappadu ellam mudichappuram, naa kulichuttu vantherenu sonnanga. Ennananu theriyala amma appadi sonnathum en bodyila etho chemical reaction nadanthappala thonuchu. Aana athe samayathila ethu thappunum en manasu sonnathu. Ethuvaraiyil oru naalum en amma Fathimava sex reethiya ninachukooda parthathu illai. Ammavuku vayasu 41 nadakuthu. 5ft height, aana romba faira irupanga. Amma bodyum summa sollakoodathu. Pakka pakka asaya thoondum. Antha alavuku irukkum udambu structure. Amma eppavum sarees mattume kattura palakkam ullavanga. Intha nimisham varai amma kulikarathai parkanumnu asai pattathu illai. Aana inniku aasai vanthuruchu. Athinala toiletku pora mathiri poitten. Correcta naa toiletla poi nikiren. Appathan amma sareeya avukka ready aananga. Pavam amma naa toiletla irukarathu theriyama sareeya remove pannittu ammana kundiya ninnu kulika poranga. Athai ninaichu en iruthayam padak padaknu thudika arambichuruchu. Oru pakkam payam innoru pakkam payangara excitement ammava nakeda pakka poramnu.

Amma methuva saree, blouse, branu onnu onna avathanga. Kadasiya pavadaya avuthu kodila thookki pottutu mulu nirvanama ninnanga. Appathan parthen ammavoda mulaya. Ammavoda mulai eppadiyum 40 sizekkum korayama irukumnu thonuchu. Romba periya mulai enpathala, lesa sarinchappala irunthuchu. Nalla dark color mulai kaampu. Antha mulai kampa suthi irukira vattathai pakka pakka enaku nakila jollu oora arambichuthu. Ammavodu idupu eppadiyum 34kkum korayathu. Agekku ethappala lesa vayiru mattum konjam bulge aanapala irukum. Amma kundi appadi romba perusu, athe samaythila pakka romba alagu. Koranjathu 40 size irukkum kundi. Nalla round voluptuous with very good hips. Ammava mutha muthala nakeda parthathala enakula ammavai okkanmnu veri vara arambichuruchu. Ammavoda pundai shave panama neriya mudiyoda kosa kosanu therinchathu. Amma ukkanthu kulikumpothu pundayoda vaai pilanthu athai suthiyum ore hairsa irunthathu. Amma ukkanthu kulikumpothu romba arputhama irunthathu. Ammavoda pundai nalla virichu athai suthi irukira pundai mudi amma kundi varai, solla poona pee pelra idam varaiykum pundai hairs irkumpola thonuchu. Naa irukarathu theriyama, amma ava pundaya nalla theichu vitta. Athoda illama en pakkam ukkanthu pundaya nalla virichu clitorisa eduthu katra mathiri senja. Enakku enna panrathunu theriyala angaye en sunniya kayila pidichu ammava okkara mathiri ninaichu kaiyya adichu mudichen.

Athukappuram nightla thoongarathukku munnadi ammavai okkara mathiri ninachu kaiyya adichuttuthaan thongarathu. Antha nerathila ookira mathiriyum athe samaythila ammavoda sernthu kulikira mathiri ellam ninaichu masturbute en sunni kanjiya velie thalluven. Sila nerathila amma kulichuttu vanthappuram, naa bathroom pora mathiri poi ammavoda pavadaya smell panni parpen. Athoda antha pavadaya en sunniya suthi nalla irukuma pidichuttu kai adichu amma pavadayila en sudu kanjiya kottitu vanthuruven. Ethai seiyya seiya enaku ammava eppadiyum oothe aganumnra veri vara arambichuruchu. Enna panrathune theriyala. Amma kitta poi amma unnai naa ooka asai padurenu solla mudiyathu. Athunala eppadi ammavai nice panni okkarathunu theriyama kutti potta poonai kanakk alaya arambichen. Eppadi daily ammava ammanama pakka pakka en asai vera mathiri aaga arambichathu. Amma en munnadi vanthu dress ellam remove pannittu nakeda nikka koodathanu thonaa arambichuthu. Athe samayathila appadi nakeda nikkumpothu ammavai appadie katti pidichu okkanumnu veri athigamachu. Oru naal athukum vali piranthathu. Ammava toiletla maranchu ninnu parthathu ammavuku theriyathunu ethanai naala ninachuttu irunthen. Aana naa parthathu ammavukkum theriyumnrathu pinnadi thaa enaku therinchathu naa ammava parthathu ammavuku nallave theriyumnrathu. Athoda ammavukkum enmela aasai irukirathayum purinchutten. Karanam appa romba naalave ammavoda sex pasiya theerkarathu illai innum sonna, appa sex urave vaikirathillai pola. Ammavukko sex romba pidikum pola. Aana societykku payanthu ethuvum seiyyama irunthurukanga. Athunalathan amma nakeda kulikirathai therinche allow pannirukkanga. Oru naal naa evening naa veettuku vantha pothu bathroomila irunthu sound vanthathu. Ennanu theriyala. Ethukum parkalanu ninaichu poonen.

Veetila yarum illainrathala, amma bathroom doora opena vaichu kulichuttu irunthanga. Naa olinchu ninnu parthen. Amma nakeda kulikumpothu, thanner amma mulai mela vilunthu kundi valiya poratha parthu enaku sunni elunthu aattam poda arambichuruchu. En panta mutti mothi veliya vara mathiri aachu. Suddena amma bathroom dooropena irukirathu ippathan partha mathiri suthiyum muthiyum parthaa. Appurama ennai parthu romba vega vegama towela mela pottutu, ennai romba kovama thitra mathiri thittina. Ammava ammanama parthenu. Enaku enna panrathunu theriyala. Ore kulapama poochu. Payama poochu athunala vegama veeta vittu oodi vanthutten. Romba neram kalichu veettuk vanthen. Amma normala irukira mathiri thonuchu. Ammava nee ennai kulikumpothu parkarathu theriyum. Sarinu sappittu paduthuttom. Adutha naal rendu perum thaniya irukumpothu, kulika porenu sollittu bathroom poonanga. Valakam polave innikum bathroom doora open panni vaichuttu kulichanga. Appathan enake purinchuthu ammavukum ennai polave aasai irukunu. Aana inniku naa toiletla pooi ammava parkala. Konja neram kalichu amma kulichuttu vanthanga. Ammavoda dressa parthu naan asanthu poitten. Antha alavuku payangaramana transparent saree. Ammavoda mulai kampu blousela thurthittu irukirathai nallave pakka mudinchuthu. Ennala ammava pakkama irukka mudiyala. Antha alavuku en sex feelingsa induce pannitta. Suddena ammava irukki katti pidichutten. Katti pidicha udene amma muthala ethirthanga. Athoda lesa ala vera seithuttu. Ethu romba pavamana kariyam. Ethu thappunu veru advise panna arambichanga. Naa avanga paiyyan. Athinala ammava ippadi ellam katti pidika koodathu appadi ippadinu ore advise Malaya irunthuchu. Aana naa ammava thodaranth katti pidichu ammavoda kaluthila kiss panna panna ammavin kaamam jeichuruchu. Appuram ethirpellam kaanama poochu. Methuva ammavoda pudavaya remove panninen. Sareeya avathu verum blouse pavadayila ammava pakka pakka urichu vaicha valai palam kanakka palirnu irunthanga. Athuvum ippathan kulichuttu vanthathala amma udambil irunthu nalla sandal soap smell appadi adichuthu. Ammava first time katti pidichuthula en body fulla electric shock adichappala irunthathu. Amma bra podathathala, ammavoda mulai kampu antha transparent blousela palichunu therinchuthu. Ennala control panna mudiyama blouse pavadai ellathayum avuthu full nakeda aakitten. Appa ippa ammavai katti pidichen. Amma body fulla nalla ice patta mathiri appadi oru jilu jiluppu. Naa ennoda shortsa remove pannittu nanum nakeda maritten. Enn ammavai parthu yarum 41 vayasunu solla mudiyathu. my mom 41 years old and her son sameer me 26 willing to explore each other body. Oh allah en amma pakka pakka athuvum ammanathila appadi oru alagu. Ammava kiss panni ammavoda salivava urinchi kudichen. Ammavoda kundiyila kaiyya vaichu iruki ennodu serthu anaichu mmmmmmm antha nerathila amma pundai en sunni mela patta pothu ethukku mela ethukku etharku ennum valkainu thonuchu. Amma mulaya thottu thottu parthu sugam adanchen. Ammavoda vayila vai vaichu uriya uriya amma en handa pidichu nalla eeramana ava pundayila kondu pooi vaicha. Naa ninaikiren, intha short timela amma feeling aayi pundai juice vara alavukku aayitta pola. Amma kila paduma appathan vasathiya irukumnu sonnen. Amma kila padutha. Naanum kila ukkanthu ammavoda thodaya virichen. Ammavoda thoppulil kiss pannittu appadie thodayila kiss panninen. Nakkinenu sollalam. Methuva juice valiyara pundaiyil en nakka vaichen. En nakka erecta irukira clitorisila nakkala oru sulatri nakkinen. Amma sammmmmmeeeeeeeeeer ayooooooo hoooooooonu ore kathu kathitta. Magane, seekirama en pundaikula nakka vittu nakuda. Nakka nakka lesa iron smell kanakka amma pundayil irunthu juice valiya arambichuthu. Valiya valiya athanai juiceyum vidama kudichu mudichen. Pundayil irunthu ava pee pogum kundi oottai varai nakki thallitten.

She was rubbing her cunt on my mouth which was glistening wet with pee.I grabbed her kundi cheeks and started licking her pussy and her tiny shit hole vigorously. she was thrusting herself down on me and rubbing herself against my licking tongue.I rubbed her thighs with my right hand and slid it gradually towards her clit and started brushing against it with a wet finger.Her breathing was speeding up and her pussy started rubbing against my mouth more violently .I refrained entering my finger in her pussy ,because I knew that once it goes in it would end up with my rod stuffed in.Besides I was worried that somebody might come as this session has taken bit long.Her juices were flowing in a big way it contained a very distinct taste and aroma .Oh god she was coming..I licked it… ate it all. 

I put my tongue on her pundai and licked it tasting her pundai juice and I got up I clung to her and kissed her lips with rising passion and made her to taste her pussy juice still in my mouth.Amma put her hands to my ass and pushed me against her and she also raised her idupu I positioned my sunni it exactly to her cunt hole. She screamed when I penetrated my my amma’s pussy. Amma’s eyes bulged as I rammed fully into her and I went inside amma and she felt me inside her where my sunni and my fluid mingled with my amma’s pussy juice. My amma and I have now were one and had entered into a conjugal relationship . I kissed her and stroking her fast pumping my sunni into her love hole up and down. She started moaning loudly .aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.........ssssssssssssss ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm "come on fuck me mahane fuck your ammar ".She opened her thodai apart and wrapped her hands around my neck and started kissing me.I told "guide me fathima " She pulled my sunni and guided it between her thighs as soon as I entered she arched Back with a SHRIEK THAT I AFRAID MY NEIGHBOURS COULD HEAR..I was fucking her like a mad stallion by holding her boobs as reins and kneading them with all my power and she was screamimg with pleasure.I pulled out my sunni fully up to the bud and with a jerk I pushed it inside her pundai " Nalla ollu!Un poola nalla aazhama vuttu kuthu.Ethanayo per enne othalum ,en mahan okura sugam thani...OOOOOOHHHHHH That 's the fuck I needed 

"Nalla koodhiya theradi fathima" nu nalla sounda kathinen.

"Eduthukka sameer " aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.sameer "intha Darling en pundainu amma thodaya nalla virichu ennai ava pundaikula irukira mathiri nalla iruki anaicha.

Naa ammava okka okka ammavoda mulai rendum nalla jing jingnu kuthikka athai parthu nalla fasta okka arambichen. Naa fasta okka okka amma athukku thotha, ava kundiya thooki koduthu en sunni idiya nalla vangikka arambicha. Okka okka nalla sounda munaga arambicha. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh nalla oluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu 

ammaaaaaaa kuthu sameeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr supera irukuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu 

nalla ennai okkanum.un sunni nalla irukuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.Ummmmm Aaaah Aaaaaah” “Ummmmm Aaaaaaaah fuck me good, Ummmmmm Ah Ah Ah Ohh oh no I m crazy fuck me good” and she was pushing me towards her strongly, “Aaaaah Aaaaaaaaaah Ummmmmm, idi nalla idiiii vegama kuthuuuuuu Ummmmmmmm, U amma paya romba sugama iruku, thevidiya paiyya nalla okkirada. Unga appan kooda ennai ippadi oothathu illai. Nalla irukku nalla ippadie ooluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

sssssssssssssssssssssss sameeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, naa oothukitte ava mulai kampa nimndi vitten. Athu avalukku ennum konjam feelingsa touch panni irukumpola. Nalla en eduppa suthi kaalala iruki katti pidicha. Erakuriya thodaranthu 10 nimisham oothirupen. Sameer un sunni sudu kanjiya en pundayila peechathada. Peecharathuku munnadi un sunniya eduthu en vayila vidudanu solla, en ippa realave kotta thayara aachu. Udene elunthu amma vai pakkama poi ninnu 1 inchuthan irukum en sunnikkum amma vaikum.ammavoda thalaya en kaiyyala iruki pidichuttu en sunniya amma vayila vaichu okka arambichen. Mkkum mkkum aaahaaaaa 

"Wow...sameer un sunni nalla vilancha valapalathai kattilum perusa irukuda. Ethai sappittale pothum pasiye edukathu pola irukudanu sollittu en sunniya nalla oombi oombi nakkinal. Correct amma, entha valaipalam unakku mattumthan kidaikkum. Matha ladieskku venumna sollu alathu koottitu vaa avangalayum oothiruvenu sonnen. Adi paduve enakku mattumthan intha valai palam sontham. Un sisterku kooda kidayathu. Entha valaipalathai vaichu neriya puratchi seiyyalam sariya?

Amma ippa pakkumpothu romba romba younga iruntha. En sunni ava vayila poi varathu nallave therinchuthu. En sunniya nalla uthu uthu parthu ava nakkala en velivattam ulvattamnu parthu nakka arambichen.

En sunni mel tholai pinnukku eluthen. Nalla oombinathala etchil pattu pala palanu therinchuthu. Tholai pinnuku thalliyathila en sunni mottu nalla pink colora irunthathu. Athuvum amma etchil pattu palichunu therinchuthu. Ammavuku atha pakka asaya control panna mudiyala. Athunala padakunu en sunniya vayila pottu kothappa arambicha. Enakku moodu vanthu, en sunniya veliye eduthu ammavoda lipsila lipstick podura mathiri theichen.

Amma udene“Hey….!” Naughty…! Amma payyanu kindal pannina.

Vegama amma en sunniya pidichu kiss panninal mottu partla. En sunni nalla palukka kaichina iron rod mathiri aachu. Amma en sunniya ava thondai varai kondu poi ulla vaichu nakala kolam poda poda naa engayo sorkathirku pora mathiri irunthathu. Appa enna sugam ethu en valkayila ariyatha sugam. Amma nalla oombu appadithan. Appa sunni eppadi irukkuma. Appa sunniya eppavathu oombi irukaya? Nalla oombu appadithan. Aha enna sugam theriyama. En sunniya oombitta nakkala en sunniya suthi vattam poda arambichaa.

Oh..It felt so good…so natural..It seemed impossible for a first timer to be so adroit in handling the job)I was feeling the pressure building up now I rubbed her nipples with one hand while one hand rested behind her headfondling her hair.My lips were running dry.I motioned her to lie down. 

Her eyes opened just for brief few seconds and closed again.but she did’nt take her mouth away nor released the grip on my shaft. Amma orukalichappala padutha. En sunniya vayila vaicha padie padutha. Naanum samalichu 69 directionala amma pundaya parthu paduthen. Amma pundai puthar kanakka irunthathu. En peru moochu ava pundayila pattu nalla soda ayirukanum. Athinala, ennum konjam moodu vanthu, ava pundaiyala en facea irukkitta. Dei sameer appaditha nalla nakkala oolu. Eppadi inimel intha sunni enaku sonthamo athu pola unaku en pundai sontham. Enna venalum pannikkada. Nee pundaya nalla nakkuda. En pundayila vivasayam senche pala masama aachu. Nee nalla en pundaya nanachu eru ula vendiyathu un poruppu. Seekirama ooluda. she also acknowledged the pull with a thrust and with a gulp she let her tongue play more vigorously around the banana. 

After we made love in our bedroom .Nowadays it became a rotuine .I mastered in making love to her. we even do oral sex. I fuck her daily.even when father is around we always managed to lick. Now we used to fuck like new lovers..We fuck all the day when my father is not around. finally I shot my load of cum in her pussy. After this shot I laid down over her for half an hour. We felt guilty after that incident and avoided seeing our face for a couple of days though she allowed me to watch her nude bath. I was very much aroused seeing her beautiful round ass cheeks and was determined to do something with her on that day. I did not know how I learnt all that, but watching English porn films in College taught me lot of kamasutra acts. I was waiting for my mom fathima to come out of the bathroom. I embraced her and took her to the bedroom . I made her naked and I also became nude and. I took hold of her big sexy ass cheeks and opened them wide even she helped me to open her ass cheeks. I was excited to see my amma’s asshole which was little bit hairy. I went near the asshole and started licking my amma’s asshole and she started moaning. I could not imagine myself licking my amma’s asshole. I took hold of her hot ass and rubbed my sunni to her ass hole and inserted it. It was very tight (coz my father haven’t did to her ) that I had to lubricate my cock with coconut oil to enter my moms asshole. She started crying but I kept thrusting my dick in her tight hole. Finally I came down and we embraced each other kissing. My lust with mom is still continuning. we took precautions and she took birth control pills and I wore condoms to avoid pregnancy.. aanalum ammavukku kulanthai pethukka aasai. Aachu ippa ammavuku moonu masam. Eppa ellam amma romba porupa enakku pondattiya nadunthukira. Ennanga enganu ore mariyathai. Appa pathi kavalai paduvathe illai.



Mother and Son



It happened one night not too long ago. I had no date that night so I stayed home to watch some DVD's that I rented. They stopped renting adult movies in the local video store, so I got some that had some explicit nude and sex scenes. At least I didn't have to hide them from my parents this time. It's been six months since I had sex. Lately I've been dating girls who would only let me go as far as feeling them up and that's it. But I needed more than that. It has gotten so bad, that I find myself jerking off three times a day now. I really needed to get laid.

It came to the point where I even found myself sexually attractive to women I never thought of that way before. My next door neighbor, my best friends mother, my mothers best friend, girls that I work with that I know are married, and so on, and so on.

I didn't feel so bad about feeling this way about those girls, but what I did feel bad about was feeling this way for my mother. She's an attractive woman, with a great body and face of a 25 year old. Some have mistaken her for my sister, which she of course enjoys hearing. She has long blonde hair, 36c tits, nice round firm ass, great legs and waist. I never felt this way for her before I came home from college this summer. But becauase of my dry spell, I couldn't resist. I've been spying on her getting dressed, taking a shower, swimming in her small bikini. I know that it's wrong, but with the way things are going for me, I couldn't help to jerk off thinking about fucking her brains out. So I try to keep it a secret as much as I can and try not to let on to these weird feelings for her.

That night my parents were going out to a dinner party hosted by my Dad's company, so my mom took two hours getting herself ready. My dad wore his usual black suit and tie, he looked as handsome as ever. When my mother came out of her bedroom, my jaw dropped at the stunning beauty standing before me.

"Dad," I said. "Are you and mom having marital problems."

"Excuse me," he said sternly.

"Why else would you take this much younger model instead of her?"

Mom couldn't stop giggling and I could see her blush under her makeup from what I just said.

"Aren't I lucky to have such as wonderful and caring son as you?" She said.

And off they went to the party. And as for me, I spent the whole night watching celebrities in their fake sex scenes. This is how low I've come to people. I managed to successfully jerkoff three times before I heard my parents car pull up in the driveway. I quickly hurried up to clean up all the evidence. I know that they know that I masterbate, but I sitll don't want them to know that I do it. No son wants their mothers to know that.

I went downstairs to see welcome them home, but only my mother came in. She was crying so much her mascara was running badly. I didn't know what it was about at first but I knew she needed comfort so I gave her a hug and let her cry on my shoulder. My dad didn't come home with her, so whatever she was crying about, that bastard obviously had something to do with it.

I walked her up to her bedroom and we sat on her bed. I held her as she was crying, I still didn't ask what my dad must've done to her that made her act this way. It took her forty-five minutes to stop crying.

"Can you get me some water and a wet towel?"She asked.

And I did, I rand downstairs to get her a cold glass of water and some wet paper towels, and dry ones to. When I got back upstairs she was beginning to take off her dress. I was about to leave when she stopped me.

"It's ok, don't go," she said. "I just need to get out of this dress."

I went back in and watched as she took off her dress, stockings and shoes, and was now standing there in her bra and slip. I instantly felt the beginning of an erection, which I tried to hold back in this situation. She sat back down on the bed and I walked up to her.

"Here you go," I said as I gave her the water.

"Thank you," she said taking the glass and drinking it.

I knelt down in front of her and began to clean the mascara off her face. As I did this, I couldn't help but to take a few glances at her tits that were being held up by that black lacy bra that you could almost see thru. I was really hoping that she wouldn't notice. When I was done cleaning her face I took her now empty water glass, placed it on the nightstand and sat next to her on the bed.

"So," I began to say. "Are you going to tell me what this is all about? I never seen you act this way before, so I know it must be very serious."

"I'm not going to tell you all the details, it's too long of a story to tell. So I'll just tell you this. At the party, I found out that your father has been cheating on me."

I was in complete shock. He was always so levelheaded and an all around nice guy. He'd give a guy the shirt off his back if he could help him out. Now to hear this.

"Bastard!" I said

"You're damn right he is," she said.

"So where is he now?"

"I told him not to come home tonight. I don't think he will. Knowing him, he will give me this night to be alone and think things through and tomorrow he'll be crawling back with an apology."

We sat there for a long while in silence with my arm around her and her head leaning on my shoulder.

"I'm tired," she said. "I want to go to sleep."

"Ok, I'll leave you now."

"No, can you stay with me tonight, I don't want to be alone."

"Of coure, let me go change first.

I came back a few minutes later in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I slipped underneath the covers with mom and she moved over to lay her head against my chest. She was still in her underware. I did my best to resist the urge to get an erection, but it was so hard having her chest pressed against mine like this.

Suddenly, I felt her hand moving around underneath the blanket. It was moving down to my pants. her hand landed on my crotch and she was new getting the full feel of my erection. SHe looked up at me with a surprised look on her face.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I'll leave now."

"No," she said.

She moved her hand underneath my pants and grabbed my incredibly hard cock. It never felt this hard before. She started jacking me off right there. I couldn't beleive it, my own mother was giving me a hand job in bed. She then started to kiss me on the neck and move up to my ear as she was jerking me off. I knew this was wrong but I didn't want her to stop.

We started to remove what remained of our clothings. I finally got to see her naked upclose. We started to make out with deep passionate kissing and fondling. I don't think I ever kissed a girl as hard and passionate as this before. It was like I completly forgot she was my mother.

I got her on her back started to play with her tits. I've been wanting to do this for six months now and now was my chance. I did everything that a person could think of witha pair of tits like these. I squeazed them, sucked on them, bit them, rubbed my face and dick in them (Not at the same time of course), and she enjoyed it all.

Finally I was finished playing with her titties and went straight to fucking her. I spread her legs wide open, I massaged her pussy with my hand. I can feel how hot and wet she was feeling down there. I brought the head of my cock to the edge of ehr pussy, rubbing it against the opening, teasing her with it. She gettin very anxious, she really wants to get fucked tonight. Without any warning I shoved it straight in to her. Her chest heaved upward and she gave a large sigh. That first penetration felt so great that I didn't it to end. Our bodies pressed against each other as I started to pump my cock in and out her. First with gentle strokes, and then gradually went faster and harder until I knew she was hurting from being fucked so hard.

we started to roll around on the bed and somehow fell on to the floor. She had me pinned down on my back now and was riding me like a cowgirl. I enjoyed the sight of her tits jiggling in front of me. After a while I felt that I was about shoot my cum so I turned her over on her back and took over the fucking for the rest of the way. As I felt it at the brink of shooting out I started shoving my cock into her harder and harder. Because I jerked off three times earlier it was really hard to finish this. Which wasn't such a bad thing because it was the most intense feeling I ever had. My mother was coming loud and hard as I fucked her with every last strenght I had.

Finally, I as able to shoot out all my cum right inside her body. I didn't bother to think of what might be the consequences, I just really wanted to fill her with my cum. She felt the warm liquid flowing through her body, she closed hey eyes and smiled with from that feeling.

after that my body fell ontop of hers and she held me like a baby. We were both just laying there sweating, and tryihg to catch our breathes. We layed there all night on the floor holding each others naked body. When I woke she was already stroking my morning erection. I fucked her again that morning and later on after breakfast. And twice more around lunch. After that my dad came home groveling to my mom. She took him back, and we never spoke of that time we shared ever again.

The End!



Mother And Son



Let me explain a bit about this current story. One, it is as true as I can remember, and two it may offend some of the readers. Put yourself in my position and then see how you would react.

My wife and I have been swingers for several years now and both of us have made many permanent friends over the years, but swinging as in so many things is a couples world. 

Recently, I had to have some surgery which put me out of sexual commission for a lengthy period of time, and even now some three months later there are complications which prohibit my sexual performance. During this time my wife has been very understanding, and has pleasured herself with a vibrator, my hands and mouth and a few of our friends have stepped in to fill the gap, ( no pun intended). But, Cheryl still needs regular sex and ideally from a large hard one which I can't provide at the moment.

Our son Dave, who lives in another state has taken an extended leave of absence from his business up North and has come to Florida to help in my recovery and to spend some quality time with both his mother and me. Dave is in his early 30's, about 6'1" and 200 pounds and since his mother and I are both slight in build it becomes more than obvious to friends and neighbors that Dave is adopted.

With that explanation, one night recently while I was going through my physical therapy exercises and Cheryl was using her little buzzing honey to get off, our bedroom door opened and Dave walked in on what was happening. Blushing and beet red he apolgized for walking in and said that he had knocked softly, but the buzzing of the vibrator must have drowned out the sound.

"That's all right, honey," Cheryl said. "What was it you wanted, you need not be embarrassed by what I'm doing as it is my own physical therapy although somewhat different from your dad's".

" I was just going to tell you that unless you needed me for something I was going to drive down to the video store and pick up a tape to watch in my room." "Are you going to get on of those XXX tapes", I asked as your mother and I enjoy them too and maybe we can all watch when you get back.

Dave backed out of the room and was gone in minutes. "Well, that didn't seem to upset Dave too much do you think?" Cheryl asked me. "No, I think he was just surprised to see that you still have needs that are going unmet, and he was more worried about your reaction."

When Dave got back in about 30 minutes, Cheryl had gotten her orgasm from her vibrator and I had finished my exercises, so we all adjourned to the family room to watch the tape.

The title of the tape was "Mother and Son" and while we all watched it together it soon became apparent that Dave was getting excited and his mother was noticeably rubbing her pussy through her shorts. When the movie ended and Dave got up to eject the tape he had an erection showing through his shorts that was too large to not notice.

Cheryl said, " honey do you need some help to get that down or do you normally take care of it yourself?" Dave could hardly speak, but just nodded that he could use some help. With that, Cheryl slipped off her babydoll pajamas and her brief short bottoms and stood completely nude in front of her son.

Dave wasted no time in getting out of his clothes and looking to me for approval I gave him the high sign that it was okay to fuck his mother as both of them obviously needed it. As Dave laid his mother back on the couch he knelt between her legs and began to lick and suck on her labia until she was more than ready. Then he rose up over his mother and offered his penis to her for some sucking, but stopped almost immediately as he was about to cum and didn't want a blow job, he wanted some pussy.

All of us adjourned to the bedroom so they could be more comfortable, and I could get my video cam out to record the first of what we hoped might be a more frequent happening.

Dave sank all of his rather large dick into his mother's pussy until she had taken at least 9" and their pubic bones were mashed together. " Oh that feels so good, honey, please keep it up and faster please." Dave didn't need any encouragement in that department and he began to pound away until the headboard was rattling against the wall and Cheryl was holding his ass with both her hands so he couldn't pull out too far. In less than 15 minutes the two of them came together with a loud cry and the cum spilling out of Cheryl's pussy was staining the sheets. I ran to get a towel and when I got back they both looked a little embarassed, but wanted to go again.

Later that night Cheryl visited Dave in his room while I slept alone, but I was happy for them both.



Mother and Son



Cheryl had Jacob at eighteen. Her loser boyfriend dumped her and moved away when he found out she was pregnant. She thought briefly about adoption, but it just didn't feel right. Cheryl chose to keep her baby and raise it as a single mom with the help of Grandma. She couldn't believe he was getting ready to start college in the fall. Jacob was on the debate team and the swim team while in high school. The former helped him get a full scholarship. The latter made him very popular with the girls in school. Cheryl was proud of the way Jacob had grown up. Top in his class he also had a nice body. Swimming had given him a broad shoulders, powerful legs and a nice six pack. She knew he had several girlfriends and heard their moans and screams on several occasions. 

Cheryl was walking through the house doing her final check up before turning in. She walked passed Jacob's room and peeked in to make sure he was okay. She was shocked to see her son lying naked on the bed his hand around his stiff cock. He was stroking his cock up and down. Cheryl knew she should leave but she was mesmerized by the sight if her son jerking off his eight inch cock. She felt her panties getting moist as she watched her son.

"Oooh yeah Jenny, just like that. Stroke my cock." Jacob had his eyes closed and was clearly involved in a fantasy. Cheryl wondered who Jenny was as she stepped into the room and closer to her son's rigid cock. She had stripped off her jeans and shirt and was now standing in her bra and panties just inches from her son. Her hand found her way to her panties and started to rub her pussy. She knew it was wrong but she wanted her son's cock. She slipped her hand into her panties and rubbed her clit while listening to her son talk to Jenny.

"Suck my cock, Jen. Take it deep in your mouth. God yes. Fuck me with your mouth Jen. Lick my balls." Cheryl was getting hotter listening to her son talk to this girl while masturbating. She stepped out of panties and slipped a finger into her wet pussy. She stood for several minutes finger fucking herself while watching her son fantasize about Jenny. She felt her climax build inside herself and began to pump herself harder. She had two fingers in her pussy when she began to cum. She bit her lip and tried to quiet but was whimpering loudly.

"Mom!!! What the hell!!" Jacob came out of his revelry to find his mother standing with two fingers in her naked pussy and her hard nipples poking through her bra.

"Jacob! I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to ... but you looked so sexy lying there stroking your cock."

"Mom were you were playing with your pussy?" 

"Yes baby."

"Did you cum?"

Cheryl smiled. "Mommy came watching you play with yourself. Now I want you to cum. Cum for mommy, baby. Mommy needs to see you cum."

Jacob started to stroke his cock staring at his mothers dripping pussy. 

"Let mommy help you," Cheryl knelt next to her son and wrapped her pussy juice coated fingers around her son's cock. "Does that feel good," she cooed softly and kissed her son's lips. Her tongue explored his mouth and her hand hand glided up and down his cockshaft. 

Jacob moaned into his mother's mouth. "Mom, I want to taste you pussy."

Cheryl stood up and straddled her son's face. Jacob stared into his mother's wet pussy. He could smell the sweet pungent aroma of her. He lightly flicked his tongue on her slit and was rewarded with a shiver and light moan as Cheryl sank her pussy in his mouth. Jacob nibbled his mother's pussy while Cheryl continued to jerk his cock. He thrust his tongue deep inside her pussy.

"Oh shit! Yes baby tongue fuck Mommy. Harder. Faster. Fuck Mommy faster." Cheryl began to grind her pussy on her son's face while stroking his cock faster.

"Oh God Mom. I'm gonna cum. Suck me off Mom. I want to cum in your mouth."

Cheryl lowered her mouth on her son's cock. Her right hand continued to stroke him while her left hand cupped his balls. She sucked the tip of his cocked and lightly squeezed his balls. Jacob moaned into her pussy.

She continue to milk his cock with her hands and mouth. Soon Cheryl heard her son start to whimper and felt him start to buck his hips. She locked her lips around his cock head and suck harder while increasing the pressure on his balls.

Jacob came hard in his mother's mouth. He continued to lick her pussy as she swallowed his cum. Stream after stream filled Cheryl's mouth and she swallowed it all, not leaving a drop. 

Jacob did not stop licking his Mom's pussy while cumming. He wanted to her to cum. He wanted his mother to cum all over his face. 

"Oh God. Jacob. Yes. Like that. Just like that. Don't stop baby. Mommy's gonna cum. Mommy's going to cum. Ohhhh. Shit, I'm cumming." Cheryl's whole body racked with convulsions as she sprayed her son's face with her cum.

A few moments later she crawled off her son and turned to face him. He was smiling at her with a face slick with her cum, "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too Jacob," She answered. "Now tell me, who's Jenny?"



Mother and Son



My name is Laura Walker and I am a thirty-eight year old single mom. Eighteen years ago I gave birth to my loving son Bradley. About a year after that, my then husband John walked out on us and joined the army. He just couldn't cope with being a father. Maybe it was for the best as he was always coming home in the middle of the night and was out again first thing in the morning. He didn't like being around his son, maybe it was that he had gotten jealous about all the attention his son got from me...I don't know, it was just me and my little Bradley now.

Growing up I would let little Bradley share my bath with me. I am no prude when it comes to my body and we would often see each other naked around the house. Now my little boy Bradley was just about to turn eighteen. Yeah, he sees me occasionally in my bra and panties. Sometimes I would catch him ogling me even though he never knew I did. I would do the same with him. I loved my boy with all my heart and I was sure he felt the same way about me.

He told me once that he thought of me more of a best friend than a mom. Instead of calling me mom, he would call me by my name Laura sometimes. I didn't really mind it to be honest but if we were in company he would always call me mom. We had always been very close with each other and now that he had grown up into a gorgeous young man I loved him even more. It has been quite obvious the past year or so, that my son was crazy for me and I have to admit, I am crazy about him too. Lately it's taken all I have not to jump his bones. and I think it was the same for him wanting me. He is so cute and oh, so beautiful that he makes me wet just looking at him.

Our flirting and sexual conversations are becoming quite graphic at times and our affection for each other is showing more and more. He will do anything for me and I take full advantage of it. I can talk him into giving me massages and back rubs quite easily. It was around this time that my son confessed his desire to please me. Not only did he want my pussy, but he had a thing for my ass too. It seemed my son inherited my desire for kinky sex.

We've had so many conversations about how I like my pussy to be kissed and that he knew what I wanted as much as I did. But I still made him wait until he was eighteen before we had any kind of sex. We even started undressing in front of each other. I was okay with the looking at each other but no touching. I've watched my son's cock become hard for me right in front of my very eyes. I have also allowed him to wash my back and even shave my legs during my bath. It was all very erotic and intoxicating.

The big day finally arrived. It was finally his eighteenth birthday, I walked up to the front door of my apartment and was about to put my key in the lock when my son opened the door. He had skipped his night class at the local community college so we could celebrate his big day. I knew why he was there, but I definitely wasn't expecting him to be here this early. I asked him why he was home so soon as I smiled into his big brown eyes. He blushed, but kept eye contact with me. He was looking a little nervous and maybe unsure about his new found manhood. But bless his heart, he found the courage to tell me he wanted to make love to me.

"I can't wait another minute mom." He said as I watched his lips move.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this. It could change everything between us." I said to him. My voice was so soft I didn't think he could hear me. I was really afraid he would back out but he didn't listen.

As I walked in the door, my son put his arms around me and kissed me. It was warm and I accepted it with all my heart. I even let my tongue enter his mouth. It was so warm and exciting.

"Make love to me mom." He asked in a soft and slow whisper in my ear as I was gently pulling my mouth from his.

It sent a tingle through my thirty-eight year old body to hear that. It was music to my ears. It also let my deepest desires to touch him sweep forth. We stood there holding each other tight and letting our hands roam each other's ass. He had found his way to my ass and squeezed it as I did the same to his. I could feel him trembling in my arms.

"Honey your trembling." I said as I felt him shiver again.

I pulled him close again. I tried to slip my hand down the back of my own son's jeans, but they were too tight. So letting go of my grip on him, I moved my hands around to his front and unbuttoned his pants. I then took him back in my arms and slid my right hand easily down on to his warm, tender butt. His skin was soft and felt wonderful to the touch. I know I have seen his butt hundreds of times as he was growing up but never have I felt so sexual about it.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked him.

"Oh yes!" He said.

"Are you sure?" I asked him again.

"Yes mom...I'm sure." He said again.

I told him that if he promised to keep this little secret of ours just between us, then I would be more than happy to have sex with him. But, he would have to wait until I showered first. I had just walked three miles home from the mall and not had a bath since the night before. I was feeling 'sticky' and I wasn't looking my best as it was a stormy day out. I had no make-up on and my hair was a mess. I wanted to feel beautiful and sexy when it happened.

I offered to have him join me in a nice hot bath, but my son was not interested at all in waiting. He wanted me in my musky state and I was now too turned on to say "No". The thought of him licking me down there in my fragrant condition was just too kinky to pass up. I would never let anyone do something like that to me accept my son.

There wasn't much time for foreplay. We just found the closest place we could, which was the sofa in the living room. As I stood by our sofa, my beautiful eighteen year old son got down on his knees before me. He pulled down my shorts and panties in one swift move even though they were still damp with perspiration, and let them fall down around my ankles. I stood there naked from the waist down before him. My bare pussy just inches from his face. I stepped out of my shorts and panties then sat my naked ass down on the sofa. I opened my legs for him and immediately my musky scent filled the air between us. It was very erotic. I could feel the warmth rise between us. My son loved it!

As I watched my son close his eyes he slowly breathed in the aroma of my pussy as if to get high on it. He moved his nose so closer to my bare smooth cunt, so close that I could feel his hot breath on my skin. Bradley now introduced himself to my welcoming pussy. His kiss was long, slow and open-mouthed. It was so good that I purred for him. For the rest of his life my Bradley would now know what my pussy tasted like. We had now crossed a line that there was no turning back from.

I put my hand on the back of his head to keep him close to my cunt and also so he didn't get any second thoughts. I lay back on the sofa and enjoyed every moment of it from his talented mouth. I kept my fingers tangled up in his soft blonde hair as he licked my most intimate part for over half an hour. It was so pleasing and wonderful to have a mouth that knew how to please me and I gave him all the encouragement he needed. A little part of me wished he wasn't my son, if I am to be totally honest but he sure knew what to do to my now sopping wet pussy.

My son seemed to be a very good French kisser and what he didn't know from experience he sure made up for in enthusiasm. He sucked on my swollen pussy lips like he'd been there all his life. My pussy lips were now very puffy with all the attention they were receiving and he took full advantage of the situation. He had craved my pussy for a very long time and now I was living up to his expectations. My son tenderly devoured me and it felt oh so good. I was so turned on that he had to swallow lots of my pussy's warm, flowing juices. There was nothing I could do but let it flow out of me and into his mouth. It's a wonder I didn't drown my son.

Bradley kept licking lower until I felt his tongue brush over my pussy lips and touch my asshole. I couldn't imagine that it would have tasted very good, but I lifted my legs and let him have what he wanted. He licked me there eagerly for three or four minutes until I brought my legs back down. Then, he went back to pleasing my very wet pussy again. It was one of the most beautiful days of my life letting my child get to know me so intimately, as a woman, and not his mom. When his mouth started to get sore from all the exercise he gave my cunt, I pulled myself from his face. I smiled at him and held his cute little cheeks in my hands. He had a grin on his face that looked like a Cheshire cat and it warmed my heart to see it.

"You've been a very good boy," I told him playfully as we still smiled at each other and he was obviously relieved that he had performed so well.

"I love you so much, mom." Bradley said as he looked me straight in the eye.

"Oh Bradley I love you so much my baby boy." I replied with tears running down my face.

When I kissed him I could taste my pussy on his lips. It was unreal! He was still on his knees and now I was in the dominant position. So I started giving him really wet kisses. As we kissed, I let my warm saliva flow naturally into his mouth and he swallowed it without a single complaint. Soon after that we went upstairs to my bedroom so we could be more comfortable.

"Mom I have a confession to make to you." He said as we entered my bedroom.

"What is it Bradley, are you wanting to back out of this now?" I asked with a little disappointment in my voice.

"Oh no Laura I'm not backing out." He said with a smile on his face.

"I don't know how to say this, so am just going to say it...I'm still a virgin mom." Bradley blurted out.

"I love you so much and I want it to be you who I lose my virginity to." He now said with a smile from ear to ear.

"This is a moment I will always treasure Bradley." I replied as I took him in my arms and hugged him as tight as I could manage.

Without any hesitation we undressed each other fully before I pulled my son into bed with me. I took him into my arms and kissed him gently and he kissed me back with passion. He felt so warm against my naked flesh. My son was making me feel like I had never felt before. He kissed my neck, my ears, my shoulders, my breast as he explored his way down my body with his hands and mouth. His little licks, kisses and bites turned me on like never before and as his mouth closed around my pussy my orgasm ripped through me and I squirted over his face and in his mouth.

No sooner had my orgasm stopped than a second ripped through me again as I held on to my son as his mouth brought on yet another one. As soon as my body went all limp my son let go of me and lay down beside me with my juices covering his face. The rest of which was now puddled under my ass.

A few moments later I was able to move and I pressed my body against his. The flesh of his skin was so hot it felt like it was burning mine. It was my turn to kiss my way down his body licking in small circles. My fingers rubbed the parts of his body that my tongue didn't. When I had licked my way to his cock, I could only stare at it for a minute before licking around the head then down the shaft to his balls. I heard his moans, which made me want to please him all the more. My mouth opened to take Bradley's entire shaft deep down my throat. I wanted so much to please him. There was nothing else that mattered to me now. Faster with each thrust, he fucked my mouth. His balls grew tightened to his body. As he grew more excited, so did I. I didn't need to be touched to be wet and aching.

"I'm cuuuuuuumming," Bradley shouted out.

I happily swallowed his juices, letting some drip onto my breasts. It was warm on my flesh. As soon as he stopped cumming, Bradley pulled out of me then led me to his bed. As I lay back on my son's bed he put my feet on his shoulders and let my knees drop, which gave him full access to my pussy. I squirmed as his fingers touched my clit and began to wiggle it back and forth. He then let a finger dive deep inside me. Then as I looked down to watch him, he buries his face between my legs.

"Oh Bradley." I moaned out aloud. 

His tongue licked my clit, before he sucked on it hard. It felt so good. I wanted more. My hips moved with his tongue, and my moans became gasps.

"More, Bradley, please." No one had ever eaten me out that way before.

I had never felt as excited as his fingers fucked me hard and fast; as his tongue danced on my clit. I screeched as my body burst into orgasm for the fourth time in about an hour. As the wave of orgasm weakened, Bradley then got between my legs, pushing his cock deep inside my wetness. It was as if I was cumming all over again. We were in a frenzy of passion, rocking together, kissing, touching, and nibbling. My knees parted as wide as they could for him to deeply thrust into me. The bed rocked with us. My son kissed me as he fucked me. Then I grabbed onto him as I came yet again. This time, Bradley moaned and came with me. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist as we moving together. I clung to my son, not wanting to let go. He seemed to cling to me, too. When we could both talk again, Bradley looked into my eyes.

My son gave me full, yet wonderful, orgasms. I gave him one, too. I let him cum long and hard deep inside me. Then, we talked and kissed like lovers late into the night. My son fell asleep with his head on my bare breasts. I held him tenderly and lovingly until sleep took me over too.

The next morning, I woke up first. I wondered if my son would have any regrets. I wondered if he would still love me or break my heart? I wondered if he would be embarrassed or ashamed about the night before? I thought about getting up, getting dressed and pretending like nothing had every happened. But, I knew this was something that I had better not run away from. So, I lay there and waited for him to wake. About an hour later, my boy, no my man woke up and wished me a good morning and snuggled into my naked body. I knew then that we were going to be okay. The future was uncertain, but at that moment, life was so very sweet and so was my son.

I invited my son to take a shower with me. He not only joined me, but bathed me. It was wonderful. He washed my hair and body. After our shower, he dried me off and we sat naked on my bed while he brushed my hair. We spent the whole day hanging out together with lots of hugging, touching and kissing. We talked about intimate things like each other's wildest fantasies. We also opened his birthday presents since we didn't get around to it the night before. I think the only clothes that were worn that day were by me. I wore my favourite black panties for him. We made dinner and sat together at the kitchen table both of us grinning ear to ear. Then we went back to my..., no our... bed and made love for the rest of the night.

Having my son kiss my pussy is now a major part of our closeness in our relationship. Having his hard cock slide inside is also becoming a major part of it. My son decided to stay and go to a local college. He also spent the next four years with me. Bradley shared not only my bed, but his body too. He spent lots of time on his knees pleasing me.

*******

It's seven years later now and Bradley has a nice, loving wife and family that I adore. Even after all these years, we not only love each other, but still make love to each other. He comes over at least once a month by himself for 'coffee' with mom. He still loves the scent of my sweet and tender flower and I hope he always will.

The End. 



Mother and Son



I could hear my son masturbating in his room. Nick was eighteen and had just graduated high school. He was waiting these few summer months until he went to college. It seemed he spent a lot of time in his room with the door closed working on his cock. I could often hear him moaning and he must have been watching porn videos. I wanted to open the door more than once, but I couldn't get the courage to do so.

My husband went on business trips at least three days a week. He wasn't paying attention to my needs. When he was home he gave me the ten minute special. He stuck his dick in me and proceeded to cum in a few minutes time. I was horny and frustrated with our love play. One day I was walking down the hallway. I could see the door was cracked on Nick's bedroom door. I knew I should just walk on by, but I couldn't. I slowly opened the door and there was my son. He was naked on his back and stroking his cock. 

Nick had to be at least seven inches in length. I saw his balls resting against his ass. Our eyes met and it seemed we both froze for a moment. I turned around to leave, but Nick stopped me.

"Don't go Mom."

If I left we could have written off the moment as an embarrassment. I turned around and came back. Nick got up from the bed and walked over to me. I was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Nick placed his hands on the outside of my shirt. I let out this low moan. I guess that was all that Nick needed. He pulled my shirt up over my head. I lost whatever control I had. I unsnapped my bra and my tits came tumbling out. I am a D cup and I love my tits played with. Nick lowered his face and started to kiss my nipples.

We both seemed to lose our self control. I pushed my chest out and Nick placed his hands on my hips. My shorts fell to the floor. Nick lowered his head to look. My panties were all wet down my slit. Nick pushed my undies to the floor. We were both naked now. Nick reached out and put his hands onto my shoulders. I knew exactly what he wanted. I knelt down and took his hard pole in my hand. I brought his dick up to my lips and I licked the crown of his cock.

"Oh fuck, Mom!"

I started to take Nick down my throat. God, he felt so big in my mouth. His father wasn't as long as Nick. I worked up and down his shaft until he was rock hard. Nick finally stopped me. He lifted me up to my feet and brought me over to his bed. I got onto my back and Nick climbed in between my thighs. This was the moment of truth. I could have stopped it right there, but I didn't. Nick took hold of his cock and rubbed his mushroom up and down my gash. I was nearly insane with lust right then. I reached out and took hold of his cock.

I guided Nick's erection to my opening and Nick pushed into me. It was like the air went out of my lungs. Nick brought his arms out on either side of me. My son pushed his rod into my drenched pussy. He slowly filled me up with his cock. God, he felt so good sliding his cock in the whole way. I could feel his balls resting against my ass. I brought my legs up and strapped them around his back. Nick started to pound my pussy with his erect member.

I think I begged him to fuck me hard. I could feel Nick practically bottoming out each time he fill me with his cock. I needed fucked badly and my son seemed to know just what to do. I think Nick took me for well over an hour that morning. I did something I rarely do. Nick was hitting a certain spot and it made me squirt. It was like I had to pee, but it wasn't pissing. My juices sprayed all over Nick's midsection. Nick got this big smile on his face as I lubricated his dick.

I felt like I was some cheap whore being used by my son's cock. I guess I did want to be used. I was so needy for Nick's cock. My son stroked me a few more minutes until I felt his body stiffen up. I should have had him pull out. I was on the pill, but there was no reason to take chances. I just couldn't tell Nick to stop. He arched his back and flooded me with his baby seed. God, did he shoot some big loads into me. I think he gave me four or five large squirts of his cum. 

Once I felt him erupt I had my big orgasm. We came together there in the bed. I used my muscles to drain my son's dick. I could feel all his hot sauce hitting my walls. This was how I wanted to be fucked. I needed more than a ten minute quickie. Nick did slow down and he finally pulled his dick out. I could feel his cum running out of me and down my ass crack. Nick lowered his face and kissed my nipples one more time. That sent shivers down my back.

I told Nick to let me up and I weakly walked into the bathroom to clean up. When I got back I could barely believe my eyes. There was Nick on his back and his cock was standing straight up. He motioned for me to come over and I got onto the bed once more. I climbed up over top of my son. My pussy was directly over top of his cock. I lowered myself and took my son one more time. It went must easier this time around. I was still well lubricated with Nick's cum still in my belly. Nick placed his hands on my ass cheeks and I worked my pussy all over his rod.

Nick took his hands off my ass and brought them to my waist. He brought his ass up and began to pump me with his long cock. I hadn't been fucked like this in a long time. I hated to admit it to myself, but I needed Nick's cock in me. I wanted him to take me however he wanted. He did just that. We got into a nice rhythm and Nick feed me all seven inches. We didn't go quite a long as the first time, but Nick gave me more of his seed. I have no idea where all that cum came from, but he filled me again. After he finished I fell onto his chest.

"I have been thinking about you a long time Mom," Nick told me.

Nick's dad wasn't due for another three days. Nick and I spent a good portion of that time in bed having sex. My son seemed to stay hard all day long. After awhile my pussy was getting sore, but Nick was still horny for his Mom. One of those times after we fucked Nick questioned me.

"You are on the pill, aren't you Mom?"

I told him I was. He said I should get off the pill so he could give me his baby. My head was spinning when he told me that. It wasn't bad enough that mother and son were fucking each other. Nick wanted me to have his baby. I didn't know what to say. I just kept quiet. My husband did finally show up. Nick and I kept a low profile until the following week when my husband left again. For the next couple of months Nick and I were lovers. The time finally came for Nick to go off to college.

"I still want you to have my baby Mom," he said before he left.

After my son left for school I stopped taking my birth control pills. I know how insane it must seem, but I have to have my son's cock in me. He did talk me into doing as he asked. Nick is due back for Christmas break. I know he will be taking me with his bare cock again and I will be ready for him this time. 



Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 01



Part 01: Spring Break with Mom

This story is a continuation of "Christmas with Mom" and "New Year's Eve with Mom." To give it some semblance of continuity from here on out, all future parts will run under "Mother & Son -- A Love Story.

Sorry that continuing this tale has taken so long to get out to you. This proved to be a difficult part to write. What often hurts an incest story's credibility is how so many people suddenly get brought into the incestuous relationship. Whether the story is thinly disguised truth or simple fiction, the trickiest part is conveying a sense of reality. What I hope is to keep you wondering if many of the people and the places within this story are or were real. In the end as with all things, you decide. Either way, I hope you enjoy. I look forward to your comments and critiques. My inspiration is y'all.

P.S. Consider this a shameless plug, but if you didn't read "The Mark of Danteshwari" please give it a try. I think it was one of my better stories, but very few gave it a look. I really want to know what you think of it.

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Isn't it funny, the little things that can keep you sane? At Christmas, my world was turned upside down as my greatest fantasies and desires came true. In a snow locked Chicago, my mother and I finally succumbed to our unrequited love and become soul mates, joined in body and heart. By New Year's Eve, our bonds were cemented permanently and we both know that, although it will take some years, eventually we will be able to carve out a life that will never again be lived separately.

But for the time being, we both ached from the physical distance that separated us. Mom and I had hoped to get together for a few brief days at the end of January or by St. Valentine's Day at the latest, but alas, that was not to be. One of my younger twin brothers took a bad spill on a ski slope in mid January. He fractured his leg in three places. Oh, he would recover, but he needed a lot of care. Mom knew her place was there, and I understood that -- it was after all, her caring, loving soul that drew me to her. But I hated the separation anyway. 

The thing that kept me sane was a picture taken of us on New Year's Eve. We were at the Dinner Club and an employee was taking pictures for sale. I popped for the photograph and it arrived in the mail a couple of days after Mom went home. It shows two people who are intimate and very much in love. We are sitting on a divan where we were sharing a drink and resting for a moment from having danced most the night away.

Mom is curled up next to me, her short dress showing off a lot of thigh. Mom is leaning into me, her right breast almost spilling out her strapless, low cut dress, my hand cupping her left breast as only a lover can. Mom's hand is high up on my thigh. I remember that moment perfectly. We are happy and I am aroused. Slow dancing with Mom has kept me hard most of the night and at the moment she knows that her hand is dangerously close to the bulge in my pants. She is grinning mischievously into the camera. I can close my eyes and still smell her. Sweat mixed with that ever present hint of jasmine, with the scent of her arousal delicately mixing in and wafting around us. 

Whenever I started to feel too blue, I took the picture out. I studied it as I grew hard, remembering the feel of Mom's soft skin, the taste of her mouth as we kiss. I would remember the utter perfection of Mom's body against mine and the way we seem to fit perfectly body against body, mouth to mouth and cock to pussy. I usually masturbated then, calling out to Mom as I ejaculated. I missed her so bad. The winter and the cold went hand in hand with my misery and I knew it was even harder on her.

I at least could sit here and look at this picture and masturbate and call out to her. Mom was stuck in a house that held the ashes of a dead marriage. She loved and loves the twins, but they were much like the old man in their attitudes and behavior. I have no doubt they love Mom in their own way, but for too long, they have viewed her more as a convenience and live-in servant than a mother and woman. I cannot imagine how lonely she must have been.

Winter was long and passed slowly. I went to class and to work. I did what I must, but my mind and heart were not in it. My thoughts lingered on my mother and the question of when I would see her again. I called home once a week, but she was never really able to talk. I couldn't write for fear that the old man might open the letter by accident. Mom haunted my dreams, beautiful and often naked, but almost always just out of reach. Winter was long and it passed slowly, but Spring was coming and I knew with Spring, my one true love would be with me again.

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My dearest love,

There aren't words to describe how much I love you and how much I miss you. I know you're lonely, son. I'm lonely too. Each morning, I wake up, the need to be in your arms so great, I almost cry when I roll over and you're not there. In the evenings, sleep comes hard because I am not curled up with you, feeling your body warm against mine, our sweat slowly drying after making love and your seed inside me, reminding me of my sweet son and lover.

Stay strong, John. I know that our day will come. We will steal our moments in the meantime and they will be all the sweeter for the rarity of their occurrence. I miss you so much, sweetheart. I roam through this house that is no longer my home, aching to turn and see your smiling face and rush into your arms and kiss you and let our love sweep us away.

When your brother's asleep, I steal into your bedroom, trying to absorb your presence there. I step into your closet and hold your clothes to my face, inhaling your scent and remembering us intertwined on your bed, joined together, you swollen inside me. When I can, I lie on your bed and imagine you here with me, making love to me, making me moan and squirm. I play with myself, pretending you are deep inside me until I find some release. It is never fully satisfying, but it will have to do until I am in your arms again.

Soon, darling, it will be soon. Your little brother mends quickly and arrangements are being made. Your spring break is coming and I have such plans for us. Be patient, my love, I will be with you soon.

Love,

Mom 

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I read Mom's letter again, my body rocking a bit as the El rolls along.. It came two weeks ago and Spring Break was now upon us. I haven't heard from Mom since the letter. My last call home, my brother answered and told me Mom was out shopping. I chatted with the dork for a while, but hung up finally, frustrated that I didn't even get to hear her voice. I finished my last mid term and collected my check from the bottling company. My supervisor kidded me about taking a week off and "goin' down to Florida and sniffing out some young tail," as he passed me my paycheck.

I got off the train at my stop and walked down the street to my apartment building. The weather of early April was still cool enough to wear a heavy sweater, but you could smell Spring in the air -- like the world was coming back to life after a too long hibernation. 

I walked upstairs and stopped at my door. It is open. It had been locked when I'd left. Either my heart's desire was about to granted or my television would be missing! I let my bookbag slip from my shoulder so I could sling it at a dope addict and stepped warily in the room. It was dim, the shades drawn and utterly quiet. And then I heard her voice -- to my soul it was like a drink of cold water to a man dying of thirst.

"Hello, my love." I turned and saw my mother leaning against the kitchen counter, lovelier than I remembered. Another man passing her on the street might note a pretty, middle aged woman, but to me, my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. Mom stands five foot, four inches tall and has black hair. It had been longer the last time I saw her. She'd cut it shorter, almost a pageboy and very becoming -- it framed her lovely face drawing attention to her big, brown eyes. Mom had on a tight, V-necked sweater that showed off her tremendous cleavage as the material molded itself to her heavy gourd-like breasts. Her bra did little to hide her erect nipples. She was wearing a knee high skirt that emphasized her shapely calves. My cock began to swell just at the sight of her.

"Mom!" I said softly and then I was moving and we were in each other's arms, our lips pressed to each other as our tongues became reacquainted. Her body felt so right pressed against mine. The flames of passion raced through us as we hugged each other tighter. My hand caressed her ass cheek over the material of her skirt and then I started to bunch the material up until I could feel the soft as butter skin of her ass. I squeezed and then ran my finger upwards until I touched her panties.

Mom broke the kiss, giggling and trying to wriggle out of my groping grasp. "Stop it, son! We don't have time."

I pulled her close and nuzzled her throat and whispered, "Then we need to make the time. We need to make up for all the time we've been apart."

Mom replied with a deep throaty moan and pressed herself against me as I again squeezed her ass cheeks. I ran my tongue along the curve of her upper breast and with my free hand, placed her hand on the jean covered bulge in my crotch. Mom sighed again and after briefly squeezing my blue jean covered cock, again pushed me away.

Mom's face was flushed as was her upper chest. Again she laughed and shook her head. "I'm serious, John. We have to go. We've got a plane to catch!" She picked up an envelope from the kitchen counter and waved it at me. I could see the symbol of a major airline on the envelope.

"A plane, Mom? What plane?"

Mom giggled again and hurled herself back into my arms. "The plane that's taking us to Florida, you silly boy!" Mom was having fun teasing me and enjoying every minute of it. "It's Spring Break and Momma is taking her lover son to Florida." Mom kissed me, rubbing her breasts against me as she did so and then slipped one last time away from me.

Bending over, she lifted up my duffel bag and handed it to me. "I packed for you, son. Let's get moving before we miss our flight."

In the car, on our way to O'Hare, Mom laid it out for me. "Your brother is able to get around pretty well now and I told your father I was going to take a break and visit your Aunt Debbie." Mom grinned like the cat that ate the canary. "I think your father was suspicious until I told him I was taking you along to get some sun." Mom stuck her tongue out at me and gave me her best naughty look.

She went on. We had a 1:00 flight to Tampa and would pick up a rental car there and drive on to Aunt Debbie's home on up the coast. "I figure we'll be at Debbie's by six o'clock," Mom said. "We should have just enough time to walk on the beach before dark, son."

"Sounds great, Mom," I replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. I gave Mom a half-hearted smile.

Mom looked at me curiously. "John, is something wrong?"

I shrugged and tried not to sound disappointed. "If we're staying with Aunt Debbie, we won't have many chances to be -- uh, be together, will we?"

Mom responded with a loud, amused, "HA!" She eyed the traffic ahead and then reached over and trailed her fingernails over the bulge in my jeans. "John, your Aunt could care less if I fucked you right on the living room rug. I'm going to have more trouble keeping Debbie away from your big cock, son."

Mom had to work hard to keep from laughing. I guess my stunned look was pretty comical looking. Mom patted my thigh as she navigated traffic. "I thought you knew, son. Your Aunt Debbie is a slut." She winked at me and added, "I guess it runs in the family!"

I tried to get Mom to expand on her comments, but she stalled me just as she had about the comments at Christmas about incest running in the family. As we parked at O'Hare, Mom simply said, "It will be easier to explain once we're at your Aunt's in Florida, sweetheart. Be patient a little longer, son and Momma will make it all clear!"

We spent our time on the flight, cuddled up, drawing some raised eyebrows as we kissed and made out between bouts of catching up. Just to kiss Mom again was like finding religion. I knew that the world still turned and everything would be alright.

Off the plane in Tampa's humid weather, Mom ducked into a restroom and changed tops, trading her sexy sweater for an equally sexy cotton pullover with a deeply scooped neck. I instantly recognized that Mom has shed her bra as well and the light green cotton blouse molded itself tightly to her tits. As Mom noticed my appreciative stare, she blushed slightly and I watched as her nipples swelled and stood out prominently. The blouse was so tight I swear I could see the little bumps covering her areoles. My mouth watered and it was hard to drive our rented car up the coast as my eyes kept drifting over to Mom who was sprawled sexily in the passenger seat, flashing her panties at me whenever she got the chance. There was a very dark wet spot in the middle of her crotch and I realized Mom was just as horny as I was.

It was a two hour run up the coast to Aunt Debbie's. She had a two bedroom bungalow two blocks from the Gulf Coast shoreline. She lived in a little bitty town, populated by graying hippies and other refugees from the 1960s. In those days, the area was extremely liberal, not yet having succumbed to Reaganomics. It would eventually get the tourist treatment and all the residential neighborhoods are long gone, replaced by fern bar restaurants, T-shirt shops and ugly, multi story hotels. But back when, it was a helluva place for a private vacation. 

Only getting lost once, we found Aunt Debbie's street and pulled into her driveway, stopping behind a vintage 1965 convertible Mustang. We had barely climbed out of our rental when the front door opened up and Mom's sister came bouncing down the drive, crying out, "You're here, you're here!"

Aunt Debbie is a piece of work unlike any other. She was then forty-five years old, almost three years older than Mom. She was a lanky five foot, nine inches tall and had a finely sculpted body -- not a spare ounce of fat on her aside from what Mom later confirmed were almost authentic tits. Like Mom, Aunt Debbie is big breasted, but where as Mom was satisfied with an all natural appearance, Debbie had work done to perk them up. She paid well for good work and they were light years beyond the bowling ball look that so many get with plastic surgery. Her hair was bleached blonde which suited her personality and appearance.

Aunt Debbie came running down the drive wearing a bandana halter top and the shortest shorts I have personally ever seen on a woman. Her long legs were perfectly sculpted and toned, accentuated by stiletto heels, her stomach was flat and she was almost every man's wet dream. If Mom wasn't around, I'd have found her incredibly hot. (Okay, I did find her hot, but to me, Mom was the ultimate woman, everyone else came in a far back second place).

Mom ran up to meet her sister and they jumped into each other's arms. They locked lips and it took me a minute to realize they were French kissing while hands roamed freely over both bodies.

When they finally stepped apart, Mom turned with her arm around Aunt Debbie's waist and gestured to me. "I know it's been six years, Sis, but you do remember your nephew John, don't you?"

Aunt Debbie looked at me with such frank lust that I felt my face begin to burn. She slipped from Mom's embrace and moved towards me. "Oh My God! This little boy with the glasses grew up to become a fucking hunk of man! Damn, Carrie, you hooked yourself a stud!" Aunt Debbie threw her arms around me and ground herself against me, throwing one leg up and wrapping it around my back, lifting herself up to kiss me.

Like she did with Mom, she wasted no time offering me her tongue and out of surprise more than anything, I accepted it and offered her my own. We kissed passionately for what seemed at least a minute, her rubbing her crotch against my jean covered cock which was swelled to the point of being uncomfortable being constricted by all that denim.

It was only when Mom growled, "Down, you slut, this man's mine!" that my aunt let me go. Suddenly, I was one horny and confused young man. Mom and Aunt Debbie moved off towards the house holding hands while I lugged in the bags.

Inside, I found both of them cuddled up on a leather couch, hands fluttering as they chattered excitedly. Mom looked up and said, "There's my motherfucker!" in a voice that conveyed her lusty delight at having her son being her lover.

Aunt Debbie grinned lewdly at me and I said in a ragged voice, "So, um -- Aunt Debbie knows everything about us?"

Mom nodded and replied, "I've never kept any secrets from my big sister, son. I called her up and told her about us the day after I got home."

Aunt Debbie chortled and said, "Of course, it runs in the family, so it doesn't come as any surprise."

Before I could follow up that remark, Mom gently elbowed her sister and said, "Well, John and I haven't discussed that yet -- maybe we can talk about some of it later tonight or tomorrow."

My aunt snickered. "You've at least told him what a slut you were when you were younger, haven't you?" 

Mom began to blush herself and grinning like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar, replied, "Well -- no real details." Mom looked up at me and said, "Maybe tonight, we can talk about it."

Laughing, Aunt Debbie climbed off the couch and said, "This is gonna be so much fun!" She pointed at a big sun shaped clock on the wall and said, "But if you're going to visit the beach today, you better start shaking those asses. You've got maybe two hours of sunlight left."

Mom began hurrying about. She dug into one of her bags and pulled out two bags. Handing me one, she said, "Here, baby! Run in the bathroom and change!" Then she turned around and headed to what I guess was the guest bedroom. She paused at the door and gave me a mischievous grin that made my heart pound and said, "Hurry! Momma's got a big surprise for you!"

In the bathroom, I discovered to my horror, that Mom had bought me a Speedo bathing suit. I opened the door a crack and hollered, "I can't wear this in public. I'll get arrested!"

Aunt Debbie laughed and said, "Honey, around here, you can wrap your boner in a band-aid and it will be legal."

I pulled the Speedo suit on and looked at myself in the mirror. I'm glad I keep myself in good shape, but I had to blanch at seeing so little of myself covered up. I basically covered my balls and cock and for the first time, I had a vague idea of how a thong must feel! In my embarrassment, my cock had dropped to about half mast. I was worried that if I got hard in this thing, it was going to be very snug! I'd have to be careful or something might decide to peek out!

Feeling my face blushing, I stepped out of the room. Aunt Debbie was sitting on the couch and gave a long wolf whistle. "Hey, hey, little sister, you need to get out here and check out the package on this stud!" My aunt winked at me and palmed her crotch, rubbing it vigorously until we heard the door to Mom's bedroom open.

"Well, what do you think?" Mom asked in a voice that held both naughtiness and uncertainty. I turned and was almost floored. I had seen Mom scantily clad to the point of scandal before and I had seen Mom naked. Nothing had prepared me for the incredible carnality that Mom now put on display.

Mom had on a bikini or at least it would have been a bikini if there had been more cloth to it. As it was, it was a bikini top consisting of two triangular pieces of light green cloth and some string. The top barely covered Mom's nipples, leaving much of her areolas exposed. Tit flesh jiggled and overflowed the material. I would not have covered a dime bet that the strings would hold up for more than 10 minutes. 




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 01



The bottom was a bikini thong that consisted of a slightly larger strip of light green cloth that barely covered Mom's sex and did not hide much of her unruly bush of dark hair. The cloth molded itself to Mom's cunt mound, her labia lips evident. To complete the ensemble, Mom had on a pair of high heeled sandals that highlighted her shapely calves and her lovely, but meaty thighs.

Mom spun around, confirming that it was indeed a thong she was wearing as her lovely ass jiggled into sight. "So, John, do you like Momma's outfit?" Mom asked coyly!

All I could do was nod for the longest time. Mom giggled and walked up to me, pressing herself against me as she palmed the growing bulge in my Speedos. "Oh my!" she whispered in my ear. "I think my son approves of my outfit!" Mom looked up at me, pressing her massive tits against my bare chest. My stunned silence seemed to make her nervous. "You do like it, don't you, son. You don't think its too nasty, do you?"

I smiled, seeing my Mom vulnerable like this made me love her all the more. Remembering our conversations over Christmas about how Mom had yearned for years to express her powerful sexuality filled my heart with joy that she was finally living her dreams. "You're beautiful, Mom," I whispered back. "And nasty and sexy and glamorous and I will love whatever you wear." I kissed Mom, my hands cupping her bare ass cheeks and pulling her up and against me. My fully erect penis was threatening to burst loose from my swim trunks. When our kiss ended, I added, "I don't think you could ever be too nasty, Mom!"

Mom grinned and wiggled her lush body against mine, "I will consider that a dare, John."

Aunt Debbie pointed out that we would soon run out of sunlight and after kissing us both with that wicked tongue, pushed us out the door. With Mom on my arm, we began to stroll towards the beach two blocks away. My initial embarrassment quickly faded as Mom's confident sexuality erased any doubts and my pride for the incredibly sexy woman on my arm grew as we went down the sidewalk.

The area was not crowded, but there were many people out and about. Mom drew some hoots and car horn honks from passing cars, but more direct and thrilling were the stares and whistles and appreciative looks from our fellow pedestrians. Two young mothers, pushing baby carriages side by side stared openly at us. One was redheaded and seems to have a slight frown of disapproval on her face, but the other grinned broadly and gave me an appreciative stare and gave Mom an even longer look, hunger evident in her face.

Two old men, retirees I suspect, had a chess game set up on a folding table in a front yard. From their lawn chairs, they ceased playing to watch Mom and me strut by. Mom winked at them and moved merrily on, quite aware that with little constraint, her large tits and meaty ass cheeks were bouncing in rhythm with our steps.

One of the old guys let out a long sigh and nodding at me, said loudly, "Boy, you are one lucky motherfucker!"

I grinned back and said, "Man, you have no idea!"

A young teenaged boy, delivering afternoon newspapers stared stunned at Mom's bouncing breasts until he ran into a trashcan and crashed, spilling newspapers everywhere. Mom and I tried not to laugh as we helped him up and gathered up his papers. He never said a word, just kept his eyes locked on Mom's almost naked breasts, until we moved on, anxious to see the Gulf of Mexico.

And finally, there we were, standing on the white sands of the town's beach, staring out at the glittering blue-green waters, a warm wind blowing in from offshore. Mom and I held hands and walked down the mostly deserted beach. This place had not been 'discovered' yet and so it was almost only locals and of course, one deeply in love, incestuous couple. It was easy to imagine Mom and me alone, the only people in the entire universe.

"I missed you so much, John," Mom said. "I wasn't prepared for how much I would miss you."

I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her close as we walked, enjoying the simple touch of her hip against my leg. Even that was enough to arouse me and my cock was at full mast. Mom was excited too -- her thick nipples were erect and stretched so tight against the cloth that I could make out the little crinkles in her large, rubbery nubs. "I missed you too, Mom," I replied. "I don't think I realized how badly in love I was with you, until I didn't know when I would see you again."

"I can't tell you how many times I wanted to just walk out the door, darling and come to you," Mom whispered. A sad little smile crossed her face, "But, as much as I love you and ache for you, I'm..." Mom's voice faded.

I pulled her a little closer to me. "You're a Mom with responsibilities," I finished for her. "It's okay, Mom. I wouldn't have fallen in love with you if you weren't the most loving Mom in the world." I stopped, turned and faced Mom. "We will have our time, Mom. We'll steal the moments we can until you don't have any obligations." I took her left hand and lifted it up. She was still wearing the wedding band I had given her. "Once we're both free, I'll put this wedding band on you for real and we'll never have to spend another day apart."

Mom smiled at my little speech and stood on tip toe in the sand to kiss me. Just as her lips met mine, she whispered, "Don't forget the nights, son. When we are free to be ourselves, we'll never spend another night apart."

Mom and I kissed. We kissed for a long time, tongues twirling and dancing, feasting on the taste of each other, unable to quench the hunger we had for each other.. People occasionally came by, but we were pretty much oblivious. We were close to the shore and we began to feel the water roll in washing over our feet. The tide was starting to come in. The sun was still above the horizon -- sunset was perhaps forty-five minutes away. 

As our kiss ended, Mom looked at the sun above the western horizon and then nodded towards it and led me by the hand into the water. It was amazingly warm and felt good on our aroused bodies. Mom and I danced and jumped around splashing each other until we found ourselves waist high in the water -- or waist high on me - almost tit high for Mom. 

We moved together and embraced and Mom literally let herself float upwards, wrapping her hands around my neck as we kissed. Mom's left breast rolled free of her bikini top as she rubbed against me and I felt her rubbery nipple drag up my chest. Mom hunched her bikini clad pussy against me and said in a quiet and eager voice, "I need you inside me, John. Fuck me right now!"

Hanging onto my neck with one arm and floating in the water, her legs spread on either side of me, Mom reached down and tugged my Speedos down far enough to free my aching, throbbing erection. "Oh, Mom!" I gasped. "I have missed you! I have missed this!" As Mom pulled the crotch of her swimsuit to one side, I cupped Mom's meaty cheeks and lifted her up, oblivious to everything around me. Mom spread her legs and I felt my cock brush her thick bush before touching wet, slick cunt flesh and with a moan that mingled with Mom's sighs, I eased her down on my cock.

I was trying to be gentle, but Mom pressed downwards and in as her legs wrapped around my back, her heels digging anxiously into my butt cheeks. She leaned back a little, her fingers intertwined around my neck and cooed, "Yessss, son! Fuck me, baby, with that fine cock!" Mom hunched against me, worming my cock in and out of her fiery pussy, while I struggled to maintain my balance in the water and to hold onto her, the most important woman in my life.

Mom threw her head back, her lips curled in a snarl of incestuous pleasure. Mom moved on my cock back and forth, the movement making her meaty, heavy tits bounce around hypnotically, the nipple on her exposed breast swelling to the point of bursting.

Around us, life went on. A young woman jogged down the beach. An old man glanced at us once in a while as he ran a metal detector across the sand. A couple strolled by, throwing a Frisbee to a golden retriever and giggling as they ogled us. Maybe the very naïve would think we were simply embracing out in the water, but even with Mom's back to the beach and our joined cock and pussy slightly under the waves, it had to be unmistakable that we were fucking. Nobody seemed to care.

In and out, Mom pistoned her hips, never letting me go completely, her bushy muff tangling with my wiry pubes as she would grind herself against me, savoring the sensation of my hard penis inside her molten pussy, before slowly sliding upwards, her labia clinging to my cock shaft, stubbornly resisting the withdrawal of my cock.

I ducked my head and got my lips around Mom's rubbery nipple. I slathered my tongue back and forth across her blood engorged nub and then gently bit down on it, making my mother moan. I sucked on Mom's tit as if I was drawing milk from it and Mom groaned, "Don't stop, John! I love it when my baby sucks on Momma's tits -- I always have!"

Water swirled around us, pushing against us, but I kept my balance and used the motion of the waves to thrust into Mom's molten pussy flesh as she continued to fling her pelvis against me. I drove my cock deep inside Mom's womb, our pubic hairs tangling as we ground ourselves against each other before Mom slowly pulled away and then we did it all over again, both of us moaning and grunting with the sheer pleasure of cock sliding inside pussy, pleasure amplified by the knowledge that we were mother and son and in love!

Too soon, I felt the irresistible urge and pulled Mom close, sinking deep within her cunt and gasping, "I'm gonna cum, Mom. I'm going to cum inside you, Mommalove!"

Mom managed to moan, "Yes! Cum in me, son, make Momma -- OHHHHH!" before I began to ejaculate and flooded Mom's womb with my hot semen, triggering her orgasm in the waning minutes of the day. We kissed hungrily as our bodies melded into one being with a single purpose, to carry out the ancient desire to procreate with the one you love. Mom's cunt massaged and milked my cock, demanding my steaming seed that it had been denied for so long. I hugged Mom to me tight, trying to sink as much of myself as I could inside her warm, motherly womb, delighting in the pleasure and comfort that only a mother can provide.

As our orgasms receded, the world seemed to be suffused in a heavenly golden glow. I thought at first it was simply the effect of our long denied sexual delight, but realized the sun was about to set and had turned the ocean around us gold with its warm rays. It was a beautiful setting to be in as we savored our first orgasm after so many weeks apart. "It's good to be home, Mom," I whispered with a grin, rolling my hips to prod Mom's insides with my still mostly erect penis.

Mom smiled back, her eyes still glazed with the intensity of her orgasm. She slowly squeezed my cock with her muscles as she replies, "It's good to have my son home, right here between my legs where you belong, John." 

As the sun began to sink below the horizon, I waded towards the shore, still inside Mom, her legs still wrapped around me. Finally as we reach the edge of the beach and with some regret, I lifted Mom up off me and sat her down on the ground. Her legs are shaky and she hung on to me keep her balance. A few people stroll by us, giving us amused glances as we tuck each other back into place.

We recovered our shoes and slowly strolled back towards Aunt Debbie's home. The light was getting dim -- dusk had arrived, but Mom still drew appreciative stares as we walked. Mom giggled as she tried to adjust her bikini bottoms. "It keeps rolling off my pussy," Mom whispered to me. "And I think your jism is running down my leg."

I glanced down and sure enough, her swimsuit had managed to roll to one side, exposing Mom's hairy bush and her still open labia. My semen was leaking out and a streamer was making its way down Mom's left inner thigh. Mom was embarrassed and excited with her audacious behavior. I was in awe at my mother's awesome sexuality unleashed to its full potential for the first time in my life. Further, it gave me great joy to see Mom revel in her unleashed carnality.

By the time that we reached Aunt Debbie's, we were both shaking with desire again. We stepped around to the back of the bungalow where Debbie kept an outdoor shower for showing the ocean water and sand off. Mom got it running and we both jumped under the showerhead, letting the slowly warming water sluice ocean, salt and cum off our bodies. Shivering under the initially cool water, Mom and I hugged to share body warmth which immediately led to hugging and then the touch of her skin made me mad with lust. I ripped the scant strands of fabric off Mom's body while she tugged down my Speedos, freeing my again proudly erect cock.

Mom lunged at me, kissing me fiercely, grinding herself against me in a sinfully delightful manner. I shivered at the touch of my mother's bare breasts flattening against my chest while her hairy bush humped against my erection. I pushed her back against the wall of the fence wall that separated Aunt Debbie's property from her neighbors, holding Mom's hands up above her while I kissed her and took little love bites on her sweet neck.

Mom bit my lip and moaned, "Fuck me, John. I need a good son fucking right now, dammit!" She twisted around in my grip and thrust out her ass. Mom leaned over, jerking free of my hands and leaned against the wall. She shook her meaty ass at me and hissed, "I need my son's cock, fuck Momma now!"

I reached out and spread Mom's ass cheeks, raising them up slightly and with a fierce growl, rammed my cock home. Mom cried out as I sank my cock in her to the hilt, sobbing, "YESYESYESYESYESYESYES!" at the top of her lungs. I leaned over Mom, kissing her neck as I plunged in and out of her steaming pussy. I brought my hands around and found Mom's heavy hanging tits, squeezing her full tits and pinching, milking her swollen nipples.

Mom's pussy gripped at my cock like slick, fiery velvet as I moved back and forth, her muscles clamping down hard as my cockhead neared the entrance of her cunt, refusing to let her son escape completely.

Mom's body shook delightfully to my incestuous assault, thrusting back to meet my cock and envelop it as I buried it deep inside her again and again. Mom's moans just inflamed my need and I was like a rutting bull, anxious to please my mother and to again find the primal release that only she seemed to be able to provide.

"Oh Goddd," Mom sobbed as an orgasm began to explode inside her. I felt her knees begin to go and I eased us down to the concrete. We were both caught up in our incestuous desires to mind the discomfort of kneeling on concrete. Now on hands and knees, Mom and I fucked as the warm water rained down on us, mixing with our sweat in the humid air, creating a fine mist of our mixed scents.

At the height of her orgasm, Mom threw herself upwards and back, pressing herself against me as her hands flew around purposelessly. She turned her head and we kissed, our tongues courting and darting together. I wrapped my arms tight around her and held her against me as I suddenly exploded again deep in her womb, shooting jet after jet of semen even as she came again, bathing my cock in her fiery cream. My left hand was pressed against Mom's belly and I could feel her muscles there fluttering and jumping as orgasmic pleasure wracked her body. 

Mom moved suddenly forward and off my still spurting cock, spinning around on her knees and catching the next shot of my semen across her face before she could get her mouth around my cock.

I groaned loudly as suddenly Mom had my oh-so sensitive cockhead between her lips, sucking on my cock and slurping up our mixed juices that coated my shaft. Mom's fierce hunger was incredible as she became an avatar of incestuous love, sucking my cock dry of my semen. I shook with delight as Mom's tongue reacquainted itself with my penis, lovingly caressing it and cleaning it of semen and pussy cream.

Finally we were in each others arms, kissing again and sharing the taste of each other. I reached up and fumbling, turned off the shower. Our chests were heaving for lack of oxygen and we embraced and kissed and whispered little words of endearment to each other.

As we came back to earth, we were suddenly aware of more moaning. Glancing out of the shower area, we saw on a chaise lounge, Aunt Debbie, naked and sweaty, three fingers plunging in and out of her pussy at tremendous speed, already in the throes of an orgasm. Her cunt was spread wide and I could see that Aunt Debbie kept her pussy shaved bald unlike Mom who is as natural as it gets. Debbie's nipples, longer and thinner than Mom's were standing up, one being pinched hard by her free hand as she finger fucked herself while staring at us.

We watched Mom's sister masturbate until she came, thrusting her pelvis up while burying most of her hand in her cunt, never saying a word, but moaning constantly until it became a long, drawn out cry of lusty fulfillment!

She collapsed back onto the lounge chair and watched us as we struggled to our feet and walked towards her, still dripping wet from our fuck in her shower. Aunt Debbie struggled to speak, but failed at first. She shook her head and then coughed. "That is -- was, the most beautiful sight I've seen in more years than I can remember, Carrie," Aunt Debbie gasped. "The last time I saw anything like that was Daddy and..." Aunt Debbie couldn't finish, but pointed at us and grinned. 

I looked at Mom curiously. Daddy? Their Daddy? With who?"

Mom, her face flushed from lovemaking seemed to be turning redder. I started to speak, but Mom put a finger to my mouth. "Shush for now, son. Let's get inside and have dinner and then..." Mom paused and grinned down at her sister who was still idly twirling her fingers inside her slick, hairless cunt. "And then, the three of us can have a chat."

I went on inside while Mom and her sister talked. I glanced back as I went in the patio door. Both women were laughing and Debbie had her free hand idly sliding up Mom's inner thigh and I couldn't help but gasp as I watched Mom give a little jerk as her sister palmed her hairy pussy. I wanted to stay and see what happened next, but decided to give them a little privacy. I have to admit I was a little jealous and more than a little mind blown. Mom was my lover and I was envious of anyone touching her besides me and it was freaking me out a little that my Mom and my Aunt were acting like old lovers. I had never really considered Mom and another woman before -- although the thought made me stiffen up considerably!

Mom came in a little while later, a little smile on her face that turned into a broad grin as she saw me dressing for dinner. "Um, honey, you know Debbie tends to practice nudism. I figured we might as well go comfortable as well." Mom approached and kissed me, gently stroking my again erect cock. "Are you okay with that?"

I shrugged and replied, "I suppose so. I hope nobody minds if I walk around like this." I wiggled my hips and made my hard-on wave around.

Mom laughed and said, "Well, just be sure that you don't hurt anyone with it." She gave my penis another affectionate caress and added, "And make sure you don't stick it in anyone besides me." She paused and winking at me, said, "Unless you get permission from Momma first!"

Dinner went well. I was distracted by the presence of two very lovely and naked ladies. Aunt Debbie had prepared us a seafood dinner -- lots of shrimp and scallops and to Mom's amusement, oysters. Aunt Debbie just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well, you know John's a healthy, growing boy hanging out with two horny women. I figured he would need all the help he could get."




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 01



Finally, we finished and after cleaning up the dishes, we moved to Aunt Debbie's bedroom where we climbed up on the biggest bed I have ever seen. When Mom complimented her sister on its size, Aunt Debbie laughed and said, "When I fuck I like to have lots of playroom."

Mom and my aunt had me climb up between them and we relaxed against the headboard. I looked expectantly at both of them. Aunt Debbie had a naughty grin. Mom's smile was much more uncertain and she was blushing.

"Sooo, Carrie. Where should we start?"

Mom shrugged and then said, "Well, I'm not sure. I was going to start with you, but you let slip about Daddy..." 

They both giggled and I rolled my eyes in exasperation. "Okay, ladies -- I'll tell you what -- why don't I ask some questions." Mom and her sister giggled again and nodded. I took a deep breath and said, "Mom and I are not the first to be in an incestuous relationship in our family, right?

Mom bit her lower lip while Aunt Debbie nodded and replied, "That's correct."

I felt my heart beating faster as I asked, "Who was the first?"

Aunt Debbie looked at Mom and nodded. Mom licked her lips and in a quiet voice replied, "Daddy -- your grandpa and your great-grandmother, Polly."

My eyes opened wide in surprise. I never knew my grandfather, Tom. He'd died when Mom was nineteen. But Mama Polly! I was thunderstruck. Mama Polly had passed away when I was twelve. She had been one of my most favorite people in the world -- the uber grandmother type. Mama Polly fucked her son? I looked at my Mom and could only say, "Um, wow!"

Mom nodded. "Daddy and his mother became lovers before he married Mama. They were lovers up until he died."

Aunt Debbie chimed in, "Yep, we were teenagers when we found out. Almost walked into Polly's house one afternoon and saw them through the screen door. Mama Polly was bent over her kitchen table and Daddy was giving it to her good and hard!" She sighed and said, "One of the hottest things I ever saw -- just like today!" She laughed and reached down to stroke my fully erect penis. "Good god, Carrie. Your son's cock even looks like his, doesn't it?" I glanced over at Mom to see how she was reacting to her sister touching my dick, but my mother just winked at me.

Mom sighed, "Yes, but John's is a touch longer." There was motherly pride in her voice and I felt myself swell, but then her words sank in and I turned to her and said, "How do you know, Mom? Did you and Grandpa Tom -- were you lovers."

Mom blushed bright red and shook her head. "Not ready to talk about Daddy and me, not yet." Her voice sounded strange, a little strained. 

Her sister jumped in and said, "You ever seen a picture of Daddy and Polly?" Aunt Debbie reached behind me for an inset shelf in the headboard. From it, she pulled out a thick photo-album. She flipped to the first page. It held a large picture of my grandfather and my great-grandmother. It was a normal photo. They were both wearing 1950s era clothes, Grandpa Tom in a suit and tie, his fedora hat set at a rakish angle. 

Mama Polly was wearing a flowered dress, her immense bosom almost overflowing the modest outfit, showing off cleavage and clearly straining the buttons up the front. She was even then a chunky woman, full figured and short, all tits and ass. They were sitting on a small couch (a divan, maybe), and Polly was leaning into Tom. Even with the conservative setting and clothes, they didn't look like mother and son, they looked like passionate lovers. The way they held hands, the tension in their bodies and the gleam in their eyes -- you couldn't help but know these two were lovers.

I looked at Mom and grinned. It reminded me so much of the New Year's Eve photo of us. "Did they know that you two knew about them being lovers?"

Mom nodded. "Yes. Probably right from the first time we peeked at them. Daddy finally set us down and told us that loving family wasn't wrong. That between two people who love each other that way, there is no sin in God's eyes." She sighed and continued. "Daddy taught us both that sex was natural and something to enjoy and that as long as you didn't force or hurt someone, who you love is alright."

"And Daddy certainly practiced what he preached, didn't he, Carrie?" giggled Aunt Debbie.

"Hush, you terrible slut," Mom shot back. "I told you, I'm not ready to talk about that yet." She pointed at the book and said, "Go on and tell him about you and me."

I turned my head quickly to stare at my aunt, feeling my cock swell as I imagined Mom and her together. "You and my Mom -- you've been lovers?"

"Well, it seems natural, doesn't it? Your Mom and me, we got our Daddy's blood in us. We both were fascinated with sex and we shared a room until I left home when I was twenty-two. Just seemed natural we'd become a couple of slit-lickers!" Aunt Debbie flicked her tongue out and waggled it at Mom who laughed, her voice full of amusement and embarrassment.

Aunt Debbie went on. "By the time your Momma graduated high school, we already had a reputation for being sluts. It drove our mother crazy knowing we were known for being cock suckers!"

Mom snorted. "Well, I was certainly a cocksucker in those days. I never met a dick I didn't like or sucked!"

Aunt Debbie turned some pages and stopped at a display of several black and white photos. "Check it out, John. You mother was one hot slut in those days," teased my aunt.

I studied the photos and gasped. They were of my mother and she was young -- maybe eighteen! The first pictures showed her in a poodle skirt and a tight V-necked sweater, her large breasts high and pointing at the camera, her exposed cleavage daring for the times. The following pictures showed her in various forms of undress, top off, bra and panties and finally stark naked. I felt my cock throb in my aunt's hand as I stared at the teenaged version of my mother - tits setting high and proud, her hair long down her back and even then, a thick patch of pubic hair between her legs. Her figure was much trimmer then, with a flat stomach, hips not yet widened by pregnancy. "You were beautiful even then, Mom," I said in an awed voice.

Mom sighed and said, "Thank you, John. I'll never see that figure again!"

I tore my gaze away from the photo album and turned to my mother and kissed her. "You're even more beautiful now, Mom," I said. "I wouldn't have you any other way!"

Aunt Debbie crinkled her nose and said, "Awww, aint love grand, Little Sister?"

I turned to the next page. "Whoa!" I exclaimed. Aunt Debbie had joined Mom in the pictures, looking tremendous in the buff. They were in somebody's back yard and posing for naughty cheesecake pictures with each other. 

"That was the summer after I graduated High School," Mom said, "I came up to visit Debbie and Luke."

I looked confused. Aunt Debbie cleared things up by adding, "Luke was my first husband. He died in Vietnam in 1966. He's the one taking the pictures." I turned the page and gasped again. The pictures became more graphic. Mom and my aunt were kissing and touching in these pictures. The setting changed to a bedroom and I felt like I was about to cum when I looked at a picture of Mom, her mouth gaping open in the throes of an orgasm as Aunt Debbie licked her cunt!

The next page held pictures of Mom returning the favor! Aunt Debbie's lips were curled in a ferocious sneer of pleasure and her long legs were spread wide as Mom had what looked like two fingers in her while she licked her sister's fat clit. In the pictures, her pubic hair was much like Mom's, but trimmed to a neat rectangle. 

I turned again and looked at my mother. Her face was bright red and she looked a little nervous. Nodding, Mom said, "I want to be honest with you, John. I haven't been with a woman other than Debbie since I was married, but I wanted you to know that I like pussy as much as you."

Aunt Debbie turned the page and again I looked at pictures that absolutely stunned me. I was looking at my mother as a teenager -- on her knees alongside her sister and both were licking a long hard cock. The man in the picture well muscled and had a square jaw and a buzz cut head. I could see part of a elaborate tattoo on one forearm. He was grinning at the camera while Mom and Aunt Debbie ran their tongues up his erect shaft.

"That's Luke, honey," whispered my aunt. "The great love of my life -- god, what a cock that boy had!" There was a bit of sadness in her voice and wistfulness. Later I would have to reconsider my aunt's legendary black sheep reputation, but at that moment, I was reeling from seeing my Mom in those pictures, looking unashamed and happy as I have only seen her when we've been together. In the subsequent pictures, I could see Mom and Aunt Debbie taking turns sucking on Luke's cock. Then there were pictures of him cumming on both their faces, long ropes of jism splattering their fair skin. Following that were shots of Mom and her sister licking his sperm off each other's faces. The last two shots were of Mom and Aunt Debbie kissing and then of their faces scant inches apart, a streamer of semen running from one set of lips to the other.

All this time, Debbie had been slowly stroking my cock. The sight of my mother and my aunt sharing another man's jism was too much. "I'm gonna cum," I said in warning.

Aunt Debbie looked at Mom and said, "With your permission, Carrie?"

Mom said, "Of course -- we're family!"

My Aunt Debbie lowered her head to my crotch while Mom moved to kiss me. My aunt's warm mouth covered my cock head and began to suck on me as Mom's tongue slipped between my lips. I exploded in Aunt Debbie's mouth as I moaned my pleasure against Mom's lips. I twitched and jerked as my aunt sucked my seed from my cock. As Mom and I kissed, Aunt Debbie murmured her pleasure around my spurting cock. I felt Mom's hand on my cock as well, gently massaging and stroking it while her sister's hand slipped down and gently massaged my testicles.

When I stopped cumming and Mom ended our kiss, I slumped back against the headboard and gasped for breath. Aunt Debbie lifted her head and gave us both a semen frosted smile. Mom didn't hesitate, she leaned across me and kiss her sister. I watched with amazed awe as my mother and my aunt swapped my sperm back and forth before ending their kiss much as they had in the picture. A long strand of semen hung between their lips, finally breaking to splatter against their chins and breasts. With what seemed like practiced ease, they quickly licked my remaining seed off each other's naked bodies.

"Well, that was nice for everybody, wasn't it," remarked Debbie as she slipped off the bed. She picked a wrist watch off the bedside table and said, "Damn, I'm late! If I don't hurry, my dates will give up on me and go home!"

Mom shook her head and said, "Your dates? You don't have to leave, Sis!"

My aunt laughed and said, "Oh, I want you two to spend your first night back together by yourselves! You've been separated too long! Besides, I met the cutest couple a couple of days ago. They're vacationing here from West Virginia and are just my type -- nasty as can be and I love their accents! It reminds me of Kentucky. I promised them we'd get together."

As she spoke, Aunt Debbie was dressing, throwing on a simple short, summer dress, not bothering with a bra or panties. She added a pair of high heels that really called attention to her long, shapely legs.

As she leaned over and kissed us, Mom said, "I feel like we're chasing you off, Debbie."

Aunt Debbie kissed Mom again and said, "Quit worrying, Carrie. Stay here and keep getting reacquainted with your son. Fuck his brains out. Let him fuck his mother's brains out. You never know when you'll get a chance to be together again." She paused and then my aunt's face became serious. "You two are head over heels in love with each other. I could see it from the moment you got here. Do you know how rare that is? Enjoy each other, sister and nephew -- that's an order!" Mom's sister kissed me again and stroked my half-erect cock and as she climbed off the bed, "Now that is one sweet cock, Carrie. You are so lucky!"

Then my aunt was out the door. We heard her fire up her Mustang and roar off down the street. Mom turned to me and pressed her full figured body against mine, her damp pubic hair tickling my cock and said, "I know this was a lot to take in, son. Are you okay?"

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I got to admit, my head is spinning a little. I mean, you told me sort of how you feel about sex and your desires and joys and I could see that spirit in you New Year's Eve, but to know you were like that when you were my age or younger -- to see the proof of it..." I let my words trail off even as I took Mom's hand and held it. "It's just been so wild, seeing your Mom as June Cleaver and then to know you've had all this bottled up inside you -- wow!"

Mom tilted her head, a worried expression on her face. "Does it bother you, son?"

"No," I replied and I kissed Mom, tenderly and lovingly. "It's just who you are, who you've always been, it made you, you. It made you the woman I love." I pulled her close and kissed her again. "I love you, Mom."

"Are you okay about what you've learned about our family -- about Daddy and Mama Polly and Debbie and me?"

"Yeah, you know me, Mom. I'm a big believer in family traditions." Mom laughed at that and I thought about pressing the question about Grandpa Tom, but decided to ask about something else on my mind. "Mom, were you okay with Aunt Debbie sucking my cock? What if she wants to fuck me?"

Mom reached down and took my cock in her hand. Just her touch alone was enough to begin its recovery. "Well, she did ask my permission and she's family." Mom looked up at me, her expression sexy and mysterious. "We swore to be faithful to each other and I know you would never be unfaithful, but Debbie is special -- she's my sister and we've shared everything that we loved since we were young. If you're okay with it -- I'd love to see you pleasure your aunt. Now if some sweet young college thang comes after you that's not family, I'd rip her to pieces!" She squeezed my cock gently for emphasis. "This fine dick belongs to me!"

We kissed again and I pulled Mom on top of me, enjoying the sensation of her soft, fleshy body against mine. Mom asked, "Are you okay if Debbie and I make love? It's been a few years and she's the only woman I've been with since I married your Daddy. My sister and I have always been close even though we sometimes have spent years apart"

I squeezed her ass cheeks, urging her to run her hairy bush against my cock, seeking to find her wet pussy and slip my hard cock inside my mother. "Like you said, she's family. I know whose bed you'll be in at the end of the day!" I replied. Mom's words had actually excited me and I really had it bad to see Mom and Aunt Debbie make love and to maybe join in. I wasn't sure how Mom would feel about that though, but it was like she was reading my mind.

Mom lifted her ass just enough and I felt her pussy lips swallow the head of my cock. With a happy sigh, my mother slowly lowered herself down on my stiff pole. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders as she shivered and said in a dreamy voice, "And you would always be welcome to join your aunt and me. We'd make -- mmmmmm -- a wicked threesome!"

Mom words thrilled me even as the sensation of her wet, velvety sugar walls squeezed and massaged my shaft as she eased down to the hilt until her thick bush became tangled in my pubic hair. Mom moaned softly as she wiggled her bottom against me, relishing the sensation of being stuffed full of her son's cock. "How did a mother get so lucky?" she sighed as she leaned in over me, her meaty tits hanging down, thick, erect nipples brushing my chest.

"It isn't luck, Mom," I gasped back as she began to roll her hips as she pressed her knees against my hips, tightening her cunt's grip on my cock. "It was destiny -- God's will. We've been given a gift and we both were brave enough to accept it. What you told me about Grandpa Tom -- he understood it, I think. That between two people who love each other the way we do, there's no way it's a sin in God's eyes."

Mom's eyes welled up with tears and as she leaned down to kiss me, she whispered, "My god, son, you remind me so much of your grandfather!" We kissed with as much passion as we had ever mustered. We embraced tightly as we kissed and as we made love. Mom worked her hips up and down, her pussy fiercely resisting any surrender of any amount of my cock. Her pussy was a molten furnace of incestuous desire, bathing my erect penis in liquid fire.

Our bodies quickly became slick with sweat in the warmth of the Florida evening, I licked Mom's sweat off her neck and inhaled her wonderful jasmine tinted scent as she moaned in response to my movements as I began to match her fuck motions, moans that turned to passionate sobs to not stop. "Mmmmmmuhhh yesss, John, love me, baby! Love me, fuck me, never stop, fuck me, son forever fuck me!"

Our two bodies became one -- our motions became one, each bringing sweet delight to the other and to ourselves to the point of our pleasure becoming one unified entity. As we kiss and fucked, I rolled us over so that I was now on top. Mom brought her legs up, heels digging into my butt as her arms hugged me tight, wrapping me in her motherly love. I strove to drive my cock deeper into her womb seeking the ultimate depth, the holy place that would bring Mom to the pinnacle of an incestuous orgasm. Our tongues danced and probed as we kissed, our eyes open and staring into the loving gaze of the other, seeing the joy of our incestuous love reflected in each other face.

Speaking stopped, the only noises were our sweat slick bodies slapping together, our muffled moans and gasps and sobs and the sweet, wet sounds as we came together -- son's cock and mother's pussy!

Then together we reached climax, our bodies convulsing and arcing together, an explosion of incestuous delight that spread outward from our joined loins, expanding and increasing in intensity until we were enveloped completely. I bathed the insides of Mom's cunt with my semen even as I felt a flood of her steaming cream flood around my cock. We gave ourselves over completely to our incestuous love and reveled for long minutes in the knowledge that we forever linked to this moment by sharing our love for each other totally and without reservation.

In the aftermath of our lovemaking, I rolled us over again, bringing my mother back on top of me, her naked body radiating the sweet warmth that only fine sex can generate. Mom's pussy held my penis firmly, unwilling to let go, soaking me in the sticky, wet heat of her womb. We again whispered our love to each other and then grudgingly slipped into sleep, still tightly embraced, joined as our hearts were joined, never desiring to let the other go. It was the first good night's sleep either of us had had since I had watched her drive away at the beginning of the New Year.

Late the next morning, we were awakened by the noise of the phone. Mom stirred first, calling out, "Debbie, hon? Are you here, Sis?" Mom was cuddled up with me -- one shapely leg thrown across my thighs. When she got no response, Mom sighed and reluctantly moved away from me and picked up the phone.

"Hello? Debbie? Where are you? You're going where? Miami with Tom and Laura -- uh, huh. How long will you...?" You know we're only here for seven days, right? That's sweet, Sis, but I -- um, we were hoping to spend time with you too." Mom looked at me and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, that's no problem, Debbie. Have fun. We love you, too."

Mom hung up the phone and rolled back over, scooting as close to me as she could. She nuzzled my chest with her face. "Is everything okay, Mom?" I asked.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 01



Mom let out a sigh of exasperation. "I swear, my sister is a crazy slut!" She turned her lovely eyes upwards to look me in the face. "That couple from West Virginia she went off to visit? They're off to Miami and then maybe to the Keys. She's not even coming home -- she keeps an emergency bag in her trunk for, as she puts it, 'Whenever she finds a couple of lovers as kinky as she is and wants to get away for a while.'" 

Mom moved closer and kissed me. "I really think she's trying to be sweet and give us some alone time. That's my fault -- I guess I've fussed a lot about being separated from you for so long. She said to stay here and consider ourselves on our honeymoon."

I kissed Mom back and said, "I'm liking Aunt Debbie more all the time. A week to ourselves at a sunny beautiful beach with the sexiest mother any son could ever hope to find -- sounds like paradise to me!"

Mom cooed at that and whispered back, "Every day with my precious son is a day in heaven!" 

And so it went. Mom and I spent the next seven days gorging ourselves on each other as we enjoyed the beautiful weather and the beach. We made up for many cold and lonely nights and deepened the bond that grew between us, becoming more of a couple everyday.

We made love as often as our bodies would allow and worked on our vacation tans in between. Mom became the talk of Aunt Debbie's neighborhood as we strolled back and forth to the beach. I alternated between my new Speedos and my older standard swim trunks while each day we were there, Mom unveiled a new and scandalous swimsuit. My favorite was a technically one-piece suit that was simply a thong bikini with two straps attached that ran up and covered Mom's nipples and most of her areolas and tied around her neck. It was scarlet in color and contrasted well with Mom's light skin and black hair.

I felt honored to have Mom on my arm, parading down the streets to the beach each day, my mother practically naked for all that her swimsuits covered of her bountiful body. I love the simple pride that showed in her eyes as she declared to all that saw her that she was a woman, proud of her body -- unafraid to display it, virtues and flaws alike, to anyone and everyone. I also confess a certain amount of pride as people looked at me, wondering who this lucky guy was who so obviously had the heart of this voluptuous goddess that was on his arm.

The two old chess players quickly became members of Mom's fan club, eagerly awaiting our sojourns to the beach. Mom was charmed by them and we would pause and chat with them most days. We never out and out said we were lovers, but I did introduce Mom as my mother and both dirty old men had grins a mile wide ever after. Mom free admits that she was responsible for the local paperboy wrecking his bike at least twice that week as well. We may have been a source of scandal in my aunt's neighborhood, but as we were to learn in subsequent years, this was one of the last refuges of pure, accepting hedonism left over from the free wheeling sixties and the indulgent seventies and we would come to cherish this place as a refuge to openly be who we were.

At night we would usually go out to one of the small local restaurants. Mom wasn't dressed as scantily as for the beach, but sexy enough to turn heads. Short denim skirts and scoop necked T-shirts or light cotton summer dresses were the usual apparel for Mom on these outings, bras and panties packed away in her suitcase for the duration of the vacation.

One restaurant, called the Brass Dragon, had a small dance floor and a jazz quartet and several nights, we danced till they closed, moving to the slow, sensuous music. It seemed at times that we were caught up in their slow, languid improvisations, as we moved as one, bodies pressed together in the sultry heat, all but fucking on the dance floor as the band played. It was as if our love was providing them with inspiration.

Our last visit ended as the house lights came up and we and a few other couples ended our dances/lovemaking. The sax player nodded, grinning at us and said, "Pleasure jammin' wit' y'all." He saluted us and added, "Ain't it good to be in love?" All we could do was say 'yes' and thank him for a wonderful time.

We made love at the beach several times (in the water of course -- sand and fucking don't mix all that well, no matter what the movies show you), and we watched several lovely sunsets in the throes of incestuous orgasms. When I look back now, more than twenty-five years later, I think of that trip as one of those perfect moments. It has remained a cherished memory for Mom and me through the years.

We spent our last morning of our trip making love. I woke up just before dawn, intensely aware of Mom's naked body curled up against mine. Just feeling my mother's bare flesh inflamed my senses. As Mom softly snored, I eased my way down, gently urging her to roll onto her back and then gently moving her legs apart.

I could smell the aroma of our last bout of lovemaking, intense as I brought my face close to Mom's hairy bush, our mixed love juices dried in her thick, hairy muff. I ran my hand through the wild, unruly forest of hair of Mom's mound, finding her slit and slowly running a finger up and down, making Mom sigh happily in her sleep.

Out of instinct, Mom undulated her pelvis up and down against my teasing finger and quickly her thick labia lips began to flower, spreading apart to reveal glistening pink flesh. I continued to run my finger up and down, making Mom wetter with each stroke. "Johnnn," Mom sighed in her sleep. In a sing-song voice, she continued with, "I love you, son." Her hand rose up into the air and fluttered and then dropped again to the sheets. "Momma loves her John."

I eased forward and slowly ran my tongue up the length of Mom's folds of pussy flesh, drawing another sigh. I slowly licked my way around Mom's now very wet cunt, using my fingers to spread her flowered pussy wider, exposing more of my mother. She groaned in her sleep as I fluttered my tongue over her clitoris, urging it out of its hood. I slipped a finger inside her and gently probed for Mom's G-spot. Her lower body was writhing more now. Still asleep, Mom's legs rose up -- she moved her inner thighs in to hold my head in place. I was gobbling her pussy now, slurping up her creamy juices and fingering my mother with knowledge only her lover could have.

Mom began to croon in her sleep, urging her dream lover on -- knowing instinctively that it was me. "Love you, sonnnn! Love me, love your mother. Yessss, John, make love to me darling!"

As Mom neared an orgasm, I returned my full focus on her clitoris, swirling my tongue around her swollen penis-like nub. Mom cried out as the first jolt of her orgasm exploded inside her. Pressing against her G-spot, I felt her insides convulse and then a torrent of pussy juice flooded her cunt.

Mom woke up with a violent start, screaming, "OH GODDD YESSSS MAKE MEEE CUM JOHNNN MAKE MOMMMMMMY CUMMMM SONNN!"

Greedily I lapped up Mom's heavy flowing cream, savoring her sweet taste, returning again and again to tease her clit with my tongue, trapping it gently between my lips and fluttering my tongue over it. Mom's fingers slipped into my hair, alternating between pulling me tighter against her muff and trying to push me away as her sensory system almost overloaded on the intense pleasure I was giving her.

By the time I finished, Mom was helpless, legs splayed widely as she patted her chest and gasped for breath. I was out of breath too, my face absolutely drenched in Mom's nectar like cunt cream. "That -- that was incredible, John. I thought, ohhh, I thought my heart was going to explode!"

I rested my face on Mom's furry mound, inhaling her fragrance and enjoying the look of utter contentment on her face as she struggled to recover. Finally, I saw that special glint in her eye and I heard my mother say words that will always thrill me. "John, your mother needs more of your good loving. I need my son's cock!"

I lifted myself up and kissed my way up Mom's voluptuous body, tongue running over her massive, jiggling breasts, stopping to tease and suck at her swollen nipples, feeling her rapid heartbeat as I eased myself down as she spread herself wide, rolling her hips upward to the perfect angle to receive my erect penis. "Ohhhh, Mom, you are just heaven on earth -- your pussy so warm and sweet," I sighed as I sank my cock into her welcoming cunt, all syrupy and hot.

Mom tried to raise her legs up and wrap them around my back as she usually did, but she had to drop them and sighed, "I can't do it, son. You've wiped your mother out!"

As I buried my cock in my mother to the root, I leaned down and kissed her, my lips still coated with her own juices. When the kiss ended, I whispered, "Just lie there and enjoy it, Mom. Let me do all the work."

Mom laughed and said, "My hero! Fuck me, son. Give Momma a good fucking this morning."

Like a man possessed, I proceeded to do just that. With my mother spread-eagled on the bed, I began to fuck her as fast and as hard as I could. Mom, already on the edge of orgasm from being eaten by her son, quickly began to sob as my powerful thrusts into her pussy triggered another powerful orgasm. Mom quivered underneath me, barely able to move as cataclysmic pleasure wreaked havoc with her nervous system, rendering her unable to do anything more than just enjoy a good fucking from her lover son. 

For long minutes I rammed my cock in and out of Mom's fiery pussy, relishing her almost wordless grunts and groans almost as much as the look of divine pleasure etched on her face. This was my purpose in life -- this was what I was put on Earth for, to give my mother the incestuous and carnal joy that she so richly deserved. As good as Mom's pussy felt wrapped around my cock, the true pleasure was the honor of giving my mother orgasm after orgasm. Being my mother's lover was and is my life's work!

As Mom eased down from her second cock induced orgasm, I eased my pace, taking my sweet time and enjoying the sensation of slipping my meat into Mom's juicy and steaming pussy. Mom moaned appreciatively at the change of our rhythm. After a few minutes, she gathered her energies together and began to respond to my thrusts. Mom gave me a lewd grin as she raised her hips to meet my thrusts

Sweat rolled off my brow to splatter on Mom's bouncing tits and she gave a groan of approval as I ducked my head down and licked it off her massive breasts. Raising my head, Mom's mouth found mine and we kissed hungrily as I tried to make an effort to keep my thrusts slow and controlled. I felt Mom's legs once again trying to rise and wrap around my back, but she still was too enervated for that. I clasped an ankle and lifted her right leg up, draping it over my shoulder. It tilted Mom to an angle and I could feel my hard penis slide along her sugar wall, with more pressure on one side. Mom shivered and in a long drawn out moan, said, "Ohhhhh, I like that, Johnnnn!"

I began twisting my hips as I plunged in and out of Mom's pussy and could not help but increase the speed and strength of my thrusts and Mom began to gasp -- short bursts in time with the end of each thrust as I buried my cock deep in her womb. Quickly, Mom's gasps turned to sobs.

I reached down and took Mom's left ankle and raised her leg up and draped it over my shoulder as well. Mom cried out, "Oh yessss, baby! Get deeper in me, son! Fuck me deep, John!" I felt my cock plunge deeper into Mom's sodden, furnace like cunt, her legs up and over my shoulders as I curled her up, making us more compact. My hips regained their former momentum and again I was fucking Mom furiously.

Mom began to wail, "CUMMMMINGGG JOHNNN! MAK-MAKING MOMMMA CUMMM! LOVE YOU JOHN SON LOVER FUCKER MAKINGGG MEEE CUMMM!" 

I felt Mom's pussy walls tighten around my shaft and then without warning I went over the edge as well and I began to ejaculate my seed deep in Mom's womb. Mom began to spasm as her body convulsed with orgasmic energy. She flung her legs wide and then they fell as once again she was helpless -- a rag doll in the throes of an incestuous orgasm as I ground my pelvis against hers, seeking to deliver my semen as deep within her cunt as possible.

My lips found hers and we kissed wildly and sloppily as our bodies writhed and bucked with carnal delight. It seemed as if I would never stop cumming and I trembled as my cock shot jet after jet of hot jism into Mom's hungry, milking pussy. The intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming and we both had tears in our eyes. "I love you so much, Mom," I whispered. "I can't imagine life without you." I leaned down and kissed the tears off her cheeks.

Mom hugged me tight and whispered back. "I know, John. You've made me so happy. My darling son -- you've brought your mother back to life." 

"My god, do you to know how beautiful you two are?" said a soft voice in the doorway. 

"Debbie?" Mom asked as we both turned to look. I eased out and off of Mom -- a little spooked that we had been so wrapped up in ourselves that I hadn't heard anyone come into the bungalow.

Aunt Debbie walked into the room, a smile on her face and tears in her eyes. She wiped her eyes with one hand and with the other, reached behind her and released something that let her dress fall away from her, leaving her naked. "I couldn't help but watch," she sighed. "You two remind me so much of Daddy and Polly -- so passionate and in love. I almost felt like I was in church, there's such a divine aura around the two of you."

She climbed up on the bed, kneeling at our feet. "Couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye," Aunt Debbie said. "I had to make sure I stole a kiss or two from y'all before you go."

Mom grinned at her sister and replied, "Just a kiss, Debbie?'

A completely naughty and lusty expression filled my aunt's face. "Well, I hoped I might find mother and son engaged in such incestuous lovemaking as I just watched. I have always had a fantasy about Daddy and Mama Polly that I never got to fulfill and well..." her voice faded as she leaned forward and gently stroked our legs.

"And what fantasy was that, Big Sister?" Mom asked, excitement evident in her voice. 

"You and I would be hiding in the shadows, watching Daddy and Mama Polly and when they were done, we'd see Daddy pull his long ol' dong out of Polly's puss, it covered with their juices and Mama Polly's pussy just full of Daddy's jism." Aunt Debbie moved forward, her hands on our thighs now and we scooted to make room for her between us. Mom's sister looked at her and then at me and she winked in such a naughty way that my cock began to throb. 

"I always dreamed of finding out what a son's cum tasted like inside his mother's wet pussy." Aunt Debbie sighed and continued, "But Polly was an old-fashioned woman and never even hinted that she'd let a woman touch her, but right here is my sister..." Aunt Debbie moved closer and brushed her hand over Mom's wide open pussy and then she leaned towards me and lowered her head down to my crotch. "And here is her son, just having fucked and waiting for someone to clean them up!"

"Oh my god," I whispered as my aunt wrapped her lips around my semi-erect penis.

"First the appetizer," hissed Aunt Debbie and she sucked and licked my cock clean of my semen and Mom's creamy sauces. Her tongue swirled and probed and had me clean as a whistle and stiff as a board in no time!

"Delicious," she cooed as she lifted herself up and kissed me on the mouth, offering me her cum slickened tongue. She pressed her breasts against mine, her nipples poking me and I could fear her excited heart beating. Aunt Debbie then turned to her sister and said, "You are so lucky, Carrie, to have a son that loves you this much!" She scooted over to Mom and embraced her, their mouths clamped together and kissing hungrily.

End the kiss with a bold lick of Mom's lips, Aunt Debbie began to kiss her way down Mom's voluptuous figure, Mom sighing and saying, "It's been too long, Debbie!"

Mom's sister paused between Mom's wide spread legs. Aunt Debbie breathed in deeply, inhaling the strong and arousing scent of Mom's creamy cunt and my thick load of semen. My aunt flicked out her tongue and then fiercely thrust her face into Mom's pussy, her thick pubic hair scratching Aunt Debbie's cheeks while she hungrily tongued Mom's pink folds, lapping up thick streamers of my semen drenched in Mom's cream.

Mom's hold snapped back as her sister's ministrations on her sensitive cunt flesh immediately began to move her towards the realm of incestuous orgasm while I stared in awe at seeing for the first time, a woman making love to my mother. My emotions were all over the road -- a mix of jealous, lust and flat out amazement! Mom's hands quickly tangled in Aunt Debbie's bleach blonde hair, keeping her sister in place as she eat my mother out with carnal abandonment. My aunt's ass wiggled back and forth, her bald pussy wet and open, almost winking at me as it peeked out from under her taut ass cheeks. 

Mom wordlessly moaned and groaned, her face screwed up in orgasmic delight -- her squeals rising and falling in pitch as her sister induced orgasms ebbed and flowed. Aunt Debbie lapped Mom's pussy furiously for several minutes until she paused and said, "Carrie, if you don't tell your son to fuck me, I'm going to just scream!"

Mom's eyes came into focus just long enough to find me. She tried to speak, but could only huff a little as the tongue lashing her sister was giving her was simply too intense. Mom licked her lips and finally managed a quick, urgent nod before letting out a cry as Aunt Debbie fluttered her tongue against Mom's swollen clit.

I trembled as I struggled to my knees and waddled behind my aunt's upraised and exposed ass. Aunt Debbie murmured, "Yesss," against Mom's pussy as I put my hands on her butt cheeks to hold her steady and to lift her just a fraction as I lined my cock up with her wet and bloomed cunt. Aunt Debbie lifted her face up from Mom's pussy, her chin dripping with cunt sauce and my semen and looked over her shoulder and said, "Hard and fast, sugar! Fuck Auntie Deb until you put a nice juicy load of spunk in my pussy, John!"

As she bent again to lick Mom, she gave a surprised, "OHHH!" as I obliged her and rammed my cock home, burying my erection all the way inside her hot pussy!" My Mom's sister's twat was hot and wet, a little roomier than Mom's, which made me wander about her trip and the friends she went to Miami and the Keys with.

Then it was my turn to give out a cry as her muscles contracted around my cock, massaging my shaft with deft expertness. As I began to thrust in and out of Aunt Debbie's steamy, sopping wet pussy, her sugar walls did their best to impede my progress, clasping to my shaft like sweet, oiled satin. I reached under her and massaged her enhanced titties, marveling at their shape and heft. Eventually, I focused on her nipples, the thin long rubbery things actually exciting me more as I played with them -- they were so long!

Gradually, we all began to move into one rhythm, our moans and sighs in unison as my hard thrusts into Aunt Debbie's cunt, drove her mouth against Mom's pussy, making both women grunt in ecstatic pleasure while I groaned as my aunt's sweet pussy flesh tried to trap me deep within her womb. The room, already fragrant with a week's worth of mother-son lovemaking, became thick with a new scent, completely incestuous in nature as mother's pussy and son's sperm mixed with the arousal of aunt's pussy, all to create an aroma that could do nothing but arouse one's desires.

Mom, writhing in pleasure under her sister's talented tongue, opened her eyes and our gazes locked. My mother managed a grin as we both continued to derive pleasure from both ends of Aunt Debbie's body. Mom's knowing, amused expression, calmed me down a little and it was if we shared secret knowledge telepathically as the three of us continued to make love. Even as we were three, Mom and I seemed to share a special extension of that pleasure, a separate incestuous delight that was ours and ours alone.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 01



Aunt Debbie began to moan more and her body began to shake. As her pussy muscles clamped down around my shaft and her sweet juices coated and bathed my cock in her liquid heat, I felt myself reach the point of no return. My face told my mother everything she needed to know and she nodded and in a lust filled voice, gasped, "Do it! Give Debbie your hot spunk, son!"

With a bellow of satisfaction, I thrust deep into my aunt's cunt and began to cum, flooding her creamy insides with my hot semen. Aunt Debbie gave a muffled squeal as Mom held her sister's head against her pussy as they both bucked and writhed in orgasm. 

When I was spent and after I had slowly withdrawn from my Aunt's spasm-wracked cunt, and she had collapsed beside me, showering me with kisses, she said between gasps for air, "Omigod, Carrie -- he's marvelous. You are so lucky!"

Licking my lips, tasting Mom's creamy sauces in Aunt Debbie's kisses, I replied, "No, I'm the one who's lucky. I have the perfect sexy mother as a lover, who has a hot aunt as a sister!"

Mom giggled as she caught her breath and rolling up onto her knees, said, "We're all lucky, my darlings. I'm lucky to have a son who knows how to make his mother happy with that fine cock and I'm sisters with a woman who knows the value and beauty of family love." Mom crawled on all fours till she was able to part her sisters legs, leaving them wide spread as she added, "A sister who at the moment is full of my son's tasty spunk!"

Without a further word, Mom dove between Aunt Debbie's legs and began licking her cunt, using her tongue to draw out thick wads of my semen, mixed with her sister's pussy juices. I watched amazed as Mom showed off just how well she could eat pussy. I think I learned more about cunnilingus in those scant minutes than in a lifetime as I studied Mom's use of her tongue on Aunt Debbie's pussy.

Mom licked my aunt's pussy until Aunt Debbie screamed her delight, her fingers clawing and tearing at the sheets. In a lust induced frenzy, I watched in awe as my aunt scrabbled and scooted around until she was on top of my mother and they wrapped arms and legs around each other in an incestuous sixty-nine, sister licking sister, showing me the depth of their passion for each other. It was a thing of beauty and I confess to moving around, viewing both women from different angles as they ate each other out with incredible familiarity.

By the time my mother and my aunt were spent in their passions, I was again sporting a massive erection, throbbing and aching from previous effort and present hunger. I'm not complaining -- the ache in my cock was the kind that you only achieve through tremendous, wonderful sex of the best kind. It was the same sensation of aching muscles gained through a job or effort that was pleasing to do.

Mom and Aunt Debbie eyed me hungrily for several minutes and then both crawled across the bed like predatory felines stalking their prey. Both women pounced on me and gave me a joint blow job that I will remember the rest of my life. Both women licked and sucked and teased me -- their tongues rolling over and around the crown of my cock and up and down my hard, long shaft. At one point it was as if my cock was trapped between a passionate soul kiss between Aunt Debbie and Mom, their lips surrounded the head of my cock and their tongues sliding deliciously over my swollen head as they sought each other's tongues out.

I almost passed out as I ejaculated, my mother and her sister, dueling with their tongue to lap up my hot, thick semen. When my vision cleared, Mom and Aunt Debbie were sitting there, grinning like two cats that had swallowed the canary.

And then alas, our time was up. Mom and I had to leave shortly afterwards. It was an intense goodbye, full of meaningful caresses and kisses that almost led to us missing out plane. It ended with me backing the rental car out of the driveway as Aunt Debbie stood naked in her doorway, hollering, "Next time, Little Sister, we don't let your son out of the bed! Make him take his vitamins and keep him healthy or we might just fuck him to death!"

That drew a couple of raised eyebrows as we pulled away. "I guess that might get the neighbors to gossiping," I said, trying not to laugh.

Mom sighed and replied, "I doubt it. Compared to some of Debbie's antics, they might think this is tame!"

As we drove towards the highway that ran parallel to the beach, we passed Mom's two elderly admirers. Mom leaned out the window and called out, "See y'all next time!" and for the hell of it, raised her T-shirt and flashed the two dirty old men.

As we moved on, I could hear one of them holler, his voice fading, "Kid, you're still a lucky motherfucker!" 

Mom settled back into her seat and grinned at me, raising her shirt once more for my benefit, showing off her meaty, gourd shaped tits for me to admire, nipples still red from my bites earlier that morning. "He's right, you know. I am the luckiest motherfucker in the world, Mom. Thank you for this vacation."

Mom sighed and leaning over, kissed me on the cheek. "We're both lucky, son." She eased back into her seat and sighed again. "I won't be able to walk right for a couple of weeks, but I can definitely say that I got lucky -- over and over again."

The plane ride back to Chicago was uneventful -- in truth, we slept most of the way back, cuddled up to each other in our seats. It was early evening when we got back to my apartment. We walked down to the Korean grocery where Mom checked in with Dad and the twins, telling them that she decided it was too late to drive back and that she would crash at my apartment. The old man fussed, apparently he was running low on laundry, but Mom told him to deal with it and hung up on him. She sighed and looked at me. "I have less patience with him every day, especially now, knowing I have a better man in my life." I cannot fully describe the way that made me feel, except to say it made me love my mother all the more and ache for the day when we would be together forever.

We went out and had a bite to eat and then went back to my place and fell asleep, both of us worn out from the week's fun and games Sometime in the middle of the night, we both woke to find ourselves locked together, cock and pussy. Who had initiated it, I'm not sure. It was one of those sweet, dreamy time fucks where Mom and I both only become fully conscious as we are deep in the throes of our lovemaking. 

This has always been one of my favorite ways to make love. Emerging from dreams erotic and mysterious to find myself wrapped in Mom's arms and legs, a passionate and incestuous embrace, my hard cock buried deep in Mom's warm, wet and motherly cunt. In the dim light, I see Mom's face, desire and love and sweet ecstasy etched on her face, her calling my name as I slowly and steadily thrust myself deeper and deeper inside her. Orgasm sweeps us both, wrapping us up in our love and pleasure and then allowing sleep to reclaim us, taking us back into our dreams, still joined -- mother's pussy and son's cock, back into dreams of us and our life yet to be lived, our life together.

The next morning, Mom and I finally had to part at least for a while. We kissed for a long time, neither of us willing to let the other go. Finally, Mom kissed me one last time, whispered something in my ear, stroked my face and saying, "I love you, son," climbed in her car.

I watched Mom drive off, her whispered words still echoing in my ear, giving me hope for the future, something to get me through the next several weeks. I watched Mom's car turn the corner and disappear as I listened to her words again.

"John, when your semester ends, you and I are taking a trip. I'm taking you home, son -- home to Mama Polly's. No more secrets, my darling. When we're home, Momma's gonna tell you everything!"

To be continued... 



Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 02



Chapter 02: My Summer Vacation with Mom

Here you go -- another part of the storyline that began with Christmas with Mom & New Year's Eve with Mom. A bit confusing perhaps, but hunt those stories up before beginning the M&S: A Love Story storyline. I want to thank you all for so many wonderful observations and suggestions and questions. I take all your comments seriously and have hopefully addressed a few with this installment -- not all, but some. Stick with us, it will be a long and hopefully delicious ride.

I love that so many of you want this to be just about John and Carrie and the heart of the story is their story alone, but as we weave the razor's edge between fiction and reality, one knows that in life, our lives touch upon many others (unless one is marooned on a desert island and some of Literotica's other contributors have written about that). It will be impossible to not bring others' lives into this as John and Carrie touch their lives and are touched in return. Truth must prevail and to tell the tale truthfully (be it fiction or nonfiction), I must report it as John and Carrie live it.

Again, please keep your comments coming -- you are my inspiration and you give me valuable insight I would otherwise not have. I'll shut up and let the story begin. Enjoy!

"Yesssssss! I love it, John. Harder, son, fuck me harder!" Relishing every sweet second of thrusting my cock in and out of Mom's pussy, I marveled at the situation I found myself in. My mother was bent over our family kitchen table -- a place where I had eaten many a meal fixed by Mom, a place where I had done countless hours of homework. Mom's long, flowery dress was thrown up over her back, revealing her lush ass cheeks and no panties. Her thick pelt of pubic hair was split by thick, pink labia, embracing my cock as I moved it in and out of her wet, clasping pussy. Just the thought that this was my mother I was fucking added to the carnal pleasure I was wrapped up in.

Mom moaned and shivered as she gripped opposite sides of the table, knuckles white with effort as she braced herself as I worked my cock back and forth. My hands slipped underneath the fabric of her dress and found her breasts, unfettered by a bra. I cupped her massive tits, palms rubbing against her thick swollen nipples. "I love you, Mom," I whispered. "I love making love to you -- fucking my mother, making her cum!"

Mom pushed back against me, meeting my thrusts and moaned, "Yes, make me cum, son! Make Momma cum before your father gets home!" I glanced at the clock on the wall -- one of those silly cat clocks with the moving eyes and tail. I realized my father would be pulling up at any second and I did want Mom to have an orgasm before the old man's presence clouded up the house. "Yessss, like that. I love your cock, John!" Mom moaned as I started rapidly and violently thrusting into her slick pussy while my fingers pinched at her rubbery stiff nipples.

We heard the loud rumble of my father's pick-up truck pull in off the street and I slammed myself deep into Mom's womb, letting the sensation of her pussy muscles clamping down and milking my shaft take me to the brink and beyond. As I flooded my mother's pussy with my hot semen, Mom moaned and sobbed, "Cummming, son! You are making Momma cum, darling!"

For a few, long drawn out seconds, it seemed as if I wouldn't be able to stop shooting sperm into my mother's womb and even more unlikely that she would able to release her tight, loving grip on my penis. We both sobbed aloud our incestuous pleasure as we heard the old man's truck door open with a creak and then slam shut. 

Mom's body trembled with effort as she struggled to regain control of herself, still in the clutches of her orgasm. We heard the garage door roll upwards and then my father clattering with something at his work bench. As we heard his footsteps come up the short set of steps that led into the utility room next to the kitchen, Mom's cunt finally relaxed enough for me to slip out her wet, hot embrace. Mom spun around, letting her dress fall down to conceal that she wasn't wearing any panties, and bent over to give my still mostly erect cock a quick, hungry suck before yanking up my khaki shorts and kissing me.

When my father walked into the kitchen, I was sitting at the table, a bowl of half shelled beans in front of me. Mom was now bent over in front of the stove, peering in at a roast that she had in the oven. Even as the old man grunted a greeting, I couldn't help but admire Mom's voluptuous ass and smile at the thought that unseen, my sperm was starting to leak out of her wonderful pussy. 

Dad glanced at me and shook his head. I guess the fact that a son was helping out in the kitchen was a sign of my lack of manliness. "Where's the twins?" he asked, reaching into the refrigerator for a beer.

Mom turned and replied, "Over at school. They had a briefing today on their trip They'll be home by dinnertime." My brothers had for several years attended a church camp and now were senior counselors. They would be gone for four weeks, helping out with camping, sports and canoeing activities. They loved it and wouldn't have missed it for the world. 

My father grunted and said, "Well, I won't be. Me and some of the fellows decided to get up a summer bowling league. We start tonight."

Mom looked dismayed. "But I've got a roast in the oven! Aren't you going to at least sit and eat dinner with us?"

My father snorted and said, "Nope. I'll get something at the bowling alley. Besides, we're gonna talk about our fishing trip to Montana -- got lots to plan." Dad was planning to take a week's vacation to go fly fishing in Montana with his friends. He hadn't consulted Mom, just told her when he would be going. My father walked out of the room without another word and Mom looked at him with disgust and then shook her head.

I know there was no love lost between them -- that there hadn't been anything but the ashes of a long dead marriage between them for many years. Dad had turned a cold shoulder to Mom long before I became her lover. 

Still, one had to admire Mom as day in and day out, she tried to be a dutiful wife and a good mother. Perhaps it was because we were now lovers that I seemed so much more in tune with what was going on around the house and I marveled that my father and my brothers took this wonderful woman for granted. More than ever I could see that my brothers were their father's sons. They came and went, always respectful to Mom, but seeing and treating her like she was more or less the house servant than the most important woman in their lives.

I smiled at Mom and she smiled back, warming my heart and making my cock stir with desire. At forty-two, Mom was in the bloom of her beauty. Her straight black hair framed her face, drawing focus to her blue eyes that crackled with life. Mom had a sexy, Reubenesque body -- her sexy figure dominated by her heavy, pendulous breasts and her still curvaceous legs. It was hard to imagine what was wrong with my father that he pretty much ignored my mother.

He walked back through the kitchen, carrying his bowling ball bag. He finished off his beer while staring out at the back yard. "You finished trimming the hedges, John?" He asked.

"Yes sir." I'd spent the day getting our yard into good shape. I'd trimmed all the bushes and the hedge. I'd even repaired the back gate and fixed a few loose boards in the backyard fence.

"Make sure you clean them shears up before you put them away," my father muttered.

"You're welcome." I replied, sarcasm in my voice. In the light of my love affair with Mom, my contempt of my father was greater than ever.

He glanced at me, frowning and said, "Smart-ass." He turned and headed for the door. "Don't wait up. I'll be late," my father said and then he was gone. We heard his truck start up and move away. On the bright side, that was the most he had said to me at one time since I got home.

Mom moved to me and climbed into my lap. "Your father is such a jerk. I'm sorry he couldn't even pay you a decent compliment about your work."

"It's all right, Mom. What he thinks doesn't matter. The only thing that's important to me is the woman in my arms right now. I love you, Mom. I'm the luckiest man on the planet."

Mom grinned and ground herself against me, her massive breasts feeling wonderful against my chest, despite the fabric that separated us. "I love you too, John." We kissed then, our mouths opening and tongues dancing together in a passionate soul kiss." "And you're the luckiest motherfucker on the planet is what you are!" Mom added after the kiss.

And Mom was absolutely correct. Since Christmas my world had totally turned around. As I watched Mom finish up cooking dinner, I considered how lucky I was. I was in love with the most wonderful woman in the world and wonder of wonders, she was in love with me. I mean love -- not just lust (although we were blessed with that too). 

My mother was my true soul mate. When we were apart, I was incomplete, a part of me missing, leaving a tangible ache within me that would not subside until I was with my mother again. When I was with Mom, everything seemed better, brighter, more intensely alive. We could be sleeping, taking a walk or a drive, reading quietly together -- everything seemed better when Mom was around. And I wanted so much for her -- her happiness and well being was now my primary concern. To see Mom smiling with joy made my heart soar. We fit together perfectly, our personalities meshing together to become one being. At times, it was almost as if we could read each other's minds. I had no doubt then and do not now doubt at all that this was meant to be.

And then there was the lust. In all my days, I've never felt the burning passion for anyone else that I feel for my mother and all these years, I have basked in her carnal desire for me. Neither of us is ashamed to admit that the fact that we are mother and son has made our love and lust for each other all the more powerful. There is almost an indescribable wonder to know that this person you are joining with -- sinking your flesh into theirs -- is in fact your own mother. 

There is tremendous carnal satisfaction knowing that as you put your cock inside your mother that you are returning home -- to the flesh of your flesh. I will never know as much sexual gratification with anyone like I have experienced as my mother's lover. Mom feels it as much as I do, insisting to this day that I call her Mom rather than her given name whenever possible. "We are mother and son, after all," Mom likes to say. "When you say, 'I love you, Mom,' while your cock is inside me, son -- it sends such delicious chills through my body!" 

And in those early days, that first summer after Mom and I become lovers, there was the added excitement to our lusty desires that we were carrying out our love affair right under the old man's nose! I know that some would castigate us for violating the vows of my parents' marriage, but in truth, Dad had abandoned those vows long before Mom and I first kissed as lovers. I had merely claimed the love of a wonderful woman who had been emotionally abandoned by whom I consider the greatest fool to ever have lived. And I am not ashamed to admit that I to this day derive some Oedipal satisfaction that I had taken my father's place as Mom's husband and lover in every way.

It was early June and I had been home almost two weeks. Mom had driven to Chicago and after spending a night sating ourselves with incestuous sex, we had returned to the town where I had grown up. Mom and I quickly discovered that despite the near constant presence of Dad and my now seventeen year old little brothers, we could not keep our hands off each other. It seemed like every possible moment, we were in each others arms, kissing and making out like newlyweds. We took awful risks, that in retrospect should make us tremble with fright at what we gambled with not to be caught, but we could not resist our incestuous temptations and in those early weeks in the house where I grew up, we made mad, passionate love whenever we could seize the moment.

Several mornings, Mom had rushed into my room and sucked my cock while Dad was taking his morning shower. I had insisted that Mom lose her panties whenever possible and she had taken to wearing long, flowing summer dresses that were easy to lift up and give me access to her constantly wet pussy. Twice I had fucked Mom standing up at the sink while just a few yards away, my father and my brothers were watching the Cubs' game on television. I fucked Mom in my parents' bed while my father and his buddies grilled burgers in the back yard. Many nights, Mom crept into my bedroom and we made love while my father and brothers snored ignorantly in rooms on either side of mine. We knew that at any moment we could be caught and that made our incestuous lovemaking all the more powerful.

Time alone, safe from interruption came soon enough though. The following Sunday afternoon, Mom and I saw the twins off to their church camp, waving goodbye to them as they waved back from the passenger bus carrying them off to Wisconsin and the wilderness church camp that they enjoyed so much. Dad was due to leave three days later, but Mom told him that she was traveling to Kentucky to visit her grandmother's old place and that I was going along to help drive. Dad grunted in his disinterested fashion, too busy preparing for his fishing trip and barely managed to say goodbye when we left early Monday morning.

With each mile we traveled, we became more and more relaxed, enjoying the lovely summer day and each other, able to be openly a couple once again. We drove most of the day, stopping to spend the night in middle Kentucky in what folks call Bourbon country. We spent the night in a quaint, old Bed & Breakfast inn, making love into the wee hours of the morning in an old fashioned brass bed, much older and nicer than the one in my apartment. I relished the image of Mom underneath me, her legs wrapped around my hips as she gripped the brass rails of the headboard while I thrust my swollen cock into her hot pussy, our joined bodies deep in the old soft mattress. The old bed squeaked and rattled with our every movement.

The next morning as we ate breakfast with the other guests, we drew several curious and interested looks from our fellow visitors and I wondered if it was the banging and thumping of the brass bed or our impassioned cries of orgasmic pleasure that had likely kept others awake. Mom blushed like a new bride and I beamed with pride. As we packed our things to go, Mom ran her hand over the brass filigree of the headboard and said, "When we finally are living together, I want us to have a bed like this, son." Mom's words thrilled me. I loved it when we talked about our future -- that Mom and I living together as lovers and husband and wife as well as mother and son was not just a fantasy, but something that would soon be a reality.

By midday, we had moved on into eastern Kentucky, winding our way deep into the Appalachian Mountains. It had been several years since I had been to Mom's childhood home, but I remembered most of the route that took us to her hometown where we checked into a motel for the night. Mom was pensive and a bit distracted, I think anxious to go visit her old home, but it was getting on towards late afternoon and she decided to wait till morning. We spent the late afternoon and evening strolling around the town as Mom pointed out various places of her youth -- her old high school, the still open soda shop where she and Debbie and their friends would hang out, and the now closed Princess Movie Theater.

That night, Mom surprised me when we climbed into bed with a request to just cuddle with her. I was more than happy to oblige her, wrapping my arms around my mother and just holding her naked body close to mine. I could feel her breath on my chest as she nuzzled me and I could smell that sweet aroma of jasmine that seems to cling to Mom as I stroked her black hair. We lay there awake for a long time, not speaking, but just being, comfortable in the silence with the knowledge of the love that existed between us.

The next morning, we got off to an early start, Mom looking absolutely delicious in a strapless summer dress. Having left the old man and the boys behind, Mom had returned to her sexier outfits and was incredibly hot in her yellow dress that left much of her meaty breasts uncovered and although the material clung to her body tightly, it seemed to give the illusion that at any moment Mom might simply pop out of the dress.

We made a few stops along the way -- a flower shop for three bouquets and several miles out of town on an old and narrow road, we stopped at an old roadside grocery to pick up old fashioned bologna and crackers and drinks for a picnic lunch. Twenty miles or so from town, we got off the main road and on to a gravel road that wound up into the hills for a few more miles. From there, we took another gravel road that went steeply up and led us halfway up a hill where we pulled into the front yard of an old house.

I remembered this place well. As a child, we had often visited Mama Polly's home. An old tobacco barn stood up along one side of the hill, the old wood structure leaning dangerously to one side. Mama Polly's house was still in good shape, the walls and windows intact. Mom had inherited it from her grandmother and paid a local man to keep an eye on it and do any necessary repairs.

Mom handed me the keys and I unlocked the front door. It was old, maybe a hundred years or more, built when craftsmen did the work and even a simple place like this had fine detailed work that was evident everywhere you looked. A two story house, mostly open space downstairs with the living room and dining room running together -- the kitchen and a storage pantry walled off to the western side. Upstairs were four bedrooms and a bathroom (added only in the 1950s -- an outhouse still stands outside).

We walked into the kitchen, Aunt Polly's old wood stove still sitting in one corner and an old, roughly hewed table, made smooth from constant use, in the middle of the room. I remembered what Mom and Aunt Debbie had said about my grandfather and Mama Polly. I pointed to the table and asked, "Um, is that the table where Mama Polly and Grandpa..."

Mom looked at the table for a long time, seemingly lost in thought -- maybe remembering things from long ago. Finally she nodded and gave me a wicked grin. Moving over there, she replied, "Yes, the same table where I first saw my Daddy fucking his mother." Mom leaned over the table on the side that faced a side door and gave me a sultry look. "Mama Polly was leaning over the table like this, her dress thrown up and her front buttons undone with her enormous titties hanging out. Daddy was fucking her hard from behind. Polly was throwing her butt back to meet Daddy's cock. Kind of like what we were doing the other day." Mom wiggled her own voluptuous ass for emphasis and winked at me. "Maybe later, we can recreate the moment!"

I felt my cock hardening in my jeans and in a husky voice, I replied, "God, I hope so!"

Upstairs, we walked through the empty rooms, Mom showing me where on a sleepover at their grandmother's, Debbie had first tasted Mom's pussy. "I imagine Mama Polly heard my moans and squeaks and she knew what was going on, but she left us be." Mom laughed out loud. "The next morning, Debbie's face and mine were so red from rug burn from our furry bushes cause we just kept eating each other out all night long, but Polly never let on that she knew."

Downstairs again and in the kitchen, both of us kept glancing over at the kitchen table. Mom finally turned to me and said, "John, when we're free and clear and able to live our lives as we want, I want us to move back here. We'll fix this place up and make it our home. I love this place -- its home to me and I want to live here with you."




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 02



Mom's words made me shiver, not from fear or worry, but with heartfelt delight. In a voice tight with emotion, I said, "Why not, Mom? This place has a feel about it. It understands our kind of love -- it will be a place we can share that love again."

Mom laughed and jumped into my arms, showering my face with kisses and rubbing herself against me. We kissed deeply and I had my hands under her dress, discovering she had abandoned her panties again as I cupped her bare cheeks. Mom had my cock half way out of my pants before she stopped and took a deep breath.

"Whoa, son. We need to wait a little while."

"I want you, Mom." I said with some urgency. Being this close to Mom and not having her for over a day was making me a little horny.

"I know, John. I want you too, honey." Mom moved back into my arms and said, "Can you wait just a little while longer? I need to show you something and talk a little more." Mom's voice was full of desire, but also something else -- need mixed with something I couldn't identify.

"Sure Mom, anything you want," I said, willing my cock to wilt, but not succeeding very well.

We locked up the house and Mom led me on up the old gravel road on foot, Mom carrying the flower bouquets and me carrying the picnic basket. We walked in silence, enjoying the warm weather -- birds singing and insects humming and the gentle rustling of the leaves in the trees. We held hands as we walked and I began to hear Mom humming an old gospel tune -- I wasn't sure of the title.

In a little while, we reached another clearing, one that held a neatly manicured and very old cemetery. The caretaker of Mama Polly's property also kept up our old family cemetery. We walked in and walked among the rows of old tombstones, some barely legible, some with names lost to time. As we approached a newer set of stones, I heard Mom sigh. We stopped in front of a pinkish marble stone that had Mama Polly's name and dates on it and a short sentence below it inscribed, "Nothing so precious as the love of one's mother."

"Hello, Polly, sorry it's been so long," Mom whispered and kneeling, she sat a bouquet of flowers in a marble vase on the side of the stone. I think Mom said a short prayer, but her attention kept shifting to the stone beside Mama Polly's. Mom reached for my hand as we stepped towards it and I saw tears run down her face.

"I'm home, Daddy." Mom said in an almost inaudible voice. We stood before my Grandpa Tom's gravestone. Again, Mom knelt and clearing off the old and dried flowers that were in a small vase, she set the second bouquet of flowers inside. Below his name and his dates, was a short inscription and I felt a shiver as Mom ran her fingers over the words, "Beloved Father." Mom was silent for a long time, studying her father's grave. 

"I miss you, Daddy, but I'm doing fine. I brought your grandson with me. I wish you could have met him." Mom reached up and taking my hand, gently urged me to kneel beside her. "You'd like him, Daddy. He reminds me of you. John's a fine young man and you and Mama Polly would be so proud of him. He loves me and takes care of me and I love him too."

Mom wiped her tears and laughed, a little embarrassed.. "I guess you think I'm silly, don't you?"

I leaned over and kissed the last of my mother's tears away. "No, not at all, Mom. I think I love you even more -- this was a special moment." We stayed a few more minutes and then Mom urged me to climb to my feet. 

"I love you, Daddy," Mom said. "We'll come back and visit with you more very soon, I promise."

"We promise, Grandpa," I added, my words making Mom's face glow with happiness.

Mom and I visited a few other graves -- we couldn't visit her mother's grave because Granny had insisted on being buried in her own family's cemetery several miles away. We spent a little time in front of a small gravestone, Mom informing me that this was her little brother's grave -- that he'd died of heart problems when he was just two years old. We placed the last bouquet of flowers here.

Mom pointed out various ancestors and told a few stories about our family and then said, "C'mon, son, there's a place on up the mountain I'd like to show you."

Hand in hand, we left the cemetery and instead of returning to the gravel road, Mom guided us onto an old and almost gone footpath leading upwards. It was dark and shady, cooler here as the old oaks and hickory trees loomed over us, providing us with lots of shade.

The trail grew steep at times and I was glad that I was in good shape. Mom, who I knew exercised to keep her legs looking good and to keep her voluptuousness from becoming too much, seemed to have no problem walking the trail either. Mom looked at me and laughed. "When I was a young girl, I could run right up the side of this mountain."

Suddenly we stepped into a small, sunlight glade, surrounded mostly by trees. It was grassy and filled with wildflowers. With songbirds twittering and a gentle breeze cooling it against the sun, it was almost as if God has dropped a little chunk of heaven right in our laps. Off from the trail was an opening in the trees that afforded us with a beautiful view of the valley below. We could even see the old tobacco barn near Mama Polly's old place.

"Wow, this is beautiful, Mom." I said. I turned to see her pulling an old quilt out of the picnic basket. I was surprised to see it -- it was one of Mom's most treasure items, a homemade quilt made and given to her by Mama Polly. She shook it out and laid it on the grass. 

Mom knelt down on it and held out her hand to me. "Come sit with me, son." I sat down beside her and then was pleasantly surprised when Mom urged me to lay my head in her lap. I cannot tell you how enjoyable it was to rest my head on Mom's soft thighs, Mom's loving face looking down at me while she stroked my hair.

"This is kind of tough for me, John, so bear with me." Mom giggled nervously, like a child in trouble. "It's silly, I know, considering what has happened to you and me, but still, this isn't easy to talk about, so thank you for being so patient since Christmas."

Mom took a deep breath and began. "You already know about Debbie and myself. We've been lovers since we were teenagers. You know that I had a reputation as a bit of a slut when I was younger." Mom stopped and grinning added, "And it was a reputation that was absolutely true."

Mom reached out and stroked my face, "And, I imagine you've already figured out that Daddy and I were lovers." I nodded slowly. Mom went on, her face intense with a mix of arousal and wistfulness. "I wanted Daddy from the moment I first watched him make love to his mother. I wanted his cock inside me with every fiber of my being and he knew it too -- long before we ever spoke of it. It wasn't just lust -- it was love. I was in love with my father, just as I'm in love with you now. On a spring day just after I turned eighteen, Daddy and I had a picnic up here, right where we are, son. On that wonderful day, I gave Daddy my virginity."

Mom looked at me carefully to see if I was shocked or upset. I wasn't -- as she had said, I'd put what had been said and unsaid together and it didn't bother me at all. If anyone could understand the joy and happiness that incestuous love can bring it was me. Knowing Mom had known that joy before we became lovers made me happy -- it made me feel better knowing that before Mom endured years with my cold father, that she had already experienced a passionate love.

Mom dropped her hand to the quilt and ran her fingertips over a slightly reddish-pinkish spot, faded with age. "The blood never quite came out," Mom murmured. She looked at me and said, "My daddy took my cherry right here in this spot and on this quilt." Mom's voice quavered as she said, "This place is very special to me. Daddy and I shared many wonderful moments here together that I cherish. I want to share this place with you, now and forever, son."

Silence hung in the air for several seconds, the sexual tension thick between us. "Please, John, help your mother make some new memories."

And then we were kissing, passionately, excitedly. We tugged and pulled at each others clothes as we kissed, our tongues urgently intertwining and caressing. I tugged Mom's dress down, revealing her meaty breasts, nipples swollen, thick and throbbing. My hands were drawn to them, kneading and squeezing her lush tit-flesh. We stood up, our lips never parting and Mom quickly unzipped me and pushed my jeans and shorts down. We finally broke the kiss as Mom shed her dress and I pulled off my shirt and stepped out of my jeans pooled at my feet. I kissed my way down Mom's lush body, nuzzling and nibbling her nipples and then licking my way down across her belly, teasing and making her squirm and giggle as I tongued her belly button. 

Once more, I savored the feel of her heavy, thick bush against my face as I kissed my way into her pussy, using my fingers to spread her thick, long lips to reveal her aroused, steamy pink flesh. Mom's fingers tightened in my hair as she urged me to press my face firmly against her wet twat. The sweet, ravenous hunger that I had for my mother flared up and I pulled her down onto the quilt, spreading her out before me, an offering to the incestuous desires of our love. 

I moved between Mom's wide spread legs, trailing my fingers up her inner thighs and then under to cup and lift her ass cheeks, rotating Mom's mound up slightly to bring it into alignment with my body. My cock was so hard it slapped angrily against my belly and as I moved upwards, nearing her hairy mound, I had to reach down and position my cock to place it in Mom's sopping wet flesh.

Mom arched her back, throwing herself into me, impaling herself on my erect and swollen penis as I began to slowly plunge into her hungry cunt. "Yessss, soooo sweet, John! Give Momma that fine dick, son!" Mom pulled her knees back and wide, opening herself up to me as I sank forward, my body coming to rest lightly on her soft, pillow-like breasts, kissing my mother as I began to piston my cock in and out.

In the warmth of the June sun, we both began to quickly sweat from our passionate exertions, making our bodies, both slick and sticky at the same time. It felt so good to have Mom's breasts, slippery with sweat, slide up and down against my chest, her rubbery nipples, hard and swollen, dragging against my flesh. Sweat ran down Mom's face and I licked it off happily, enjoying the taste that was so uniquely my mother's. Mom's pussy was sopping wet with liquid fire, her silky, creamy pussy juice coating my cock, bathing it in sweet, incestuous oils as I plunged in and out of her pussy.

Mom had no inhibitions out here in a place that was so special and sacred to her, screaming out her pleasure as I fucked her. It was a passionate, carnal fuck and I understood now why Mom had made us wait to make love. A day's restraint added new urgency and power to our mother and son lovemaking. Our need was more vibrant, possessing more sexual energy than I would have expected. There was almost a divine aspect to it, we were worshippers in the Temple of Incest, caught up in a religious fervor.

Even though we were both absorbed in the moment, totally devoted to the pleasure of each other, there grew in both of us an awareness, a sense of others, as if we were being watched. Even as we would both frantically and quickly glance around to see who was observing us, before returning our focus to the ultimate joy of mother and son joined cock and pussy, we did not see anyone, but still we knew someone or something was there.

Mom intuited it first and acknowledged it first. "Are you watching, Daddy? Can you see it, Daddy -- Mama Polly? My son is fucking me, Daddy -- just as you fucked your Momma," Mom moaned and sobbed as I thrust my cock into her again and again. "He's wonderful, Daddy! I love my son fucking me! He makes me happy just like you made Mama Polly happy with your big cock!"

I was speechless, partly from hearing Mom talk like this, but also out of awe, because Mom was right. I never met my grandfather and knew Mama Polly only when I was a child, but I felt them -- they were with us, watching a son fucking his mother. They were there in more than spirit, observing, encouraging us, offering us their blessing. 

I suddenly knew that if I rolled my hips just a little differently, like so... "Oh God!" Mom moaned, her eyes widening in surprise. I knew that Grandpa Tom had just guided me -- that that little movement was something he'd discovered about Mom many years ago and that to my dying day I would never forget when pleasuring my mother.

Time seemed to slow to nothing on that warm summer day and Mom and I seemed to make love for what seemed like an eternity of sweet, incestuous bliss. We carried on a sacred family tradition until finally Mom's creamy and hot pussy was too much for me and I gasped, "Oh god, Mom! I'm gonna cum -- gonna cum big inside you, Mom!"

Mom's pussy wrapped itself tightly around me, holding off my orgasm for the seconds it would take for Mom to catch up with me, then as the warmth of her slick cunt exploded into furnace heat and bathed me in her incestuous cream, I lost control and flooded Mom's womb with my seed. We embraced tightly as we hunched into each other, cumming and cumming. My cock sprayed wad after wad of semen in Mom's pussy as she screamed, her hands cupping my ass cheeks, pulling me tighter and tighter against her mound.

Tears of incestuous joy rolled down Mom's face as she pulled me close and kissed me over and over. "I love you, I love you, I love you, son," Mom panted over and over. I was rendered speechless, so powerful was our lovemaking and I could only kiss Mom back as we slowly came down from our incredible orgasm.

In the afterglow, we cuddled, talking quietly in that lovely little glade. Mom told me of her love affair with her father and how for a little over a year, they became drunk on each other. Mom confirmed my suspicion that Aunt Debbie also was Grandpa Tom's lover, but that it was with Mom and separately with Mama Polly, that my grandfather shared his heart. I held Mom tightly as she tearfully recounted her father's early passing. 

Grandpa Tom had been a strong and healthy man -- a full time coal miner and part time farmer, but for all his strength and love, he had been taken quickly with an aggressive form of bone cancer that late 1950's medicine couldn't combat. It was only then, after Mom had helped Mama Polly care for and bury Grandpa Tom that she had left this place that she loved so well.

Holding Mom in my arms, I let her cry her old grief out and then vowed to her that we would make this place of her grandmother's come alive again -- make it a celebration of life and love as she remembered it. We sealed our vow with another bout of lovemaking, this time slow and tender, the only sounds beyond the rustle of the breeze and the birds singing, being Mom's slow, breathy sighs as I brought her to orgasm twice before giving her another load of my semen.

At one point as we lay, basking in the glow of our love, I asked Mom, "Having grown up with these experiences, Mom, why were you so hesitant for us to become lovers? I know you knew how I felt about you, even before Christmas."

Mom shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, baby. It's always hard taking that first big step. Risking your heart is very tough. I was lucky enough to have known real love once in my life. Even though I thought I knew how you felt about your old mother, I could barely believe that I was going to get lucky in love a second time."

"But I am lucky -- I have you, sweetheart and I'm so happy." Mom yawned and cuddled up closer in my arms. "I love you so much," Mom said in a sleepy voice.

Naked and in each other's arms, we fell asleep then, taking a restful nap, safe as we slept, watched over by the spirits of Grandpa Tom and Mama Polly. We woke, feeling well rested and had our picnic in our lover's glade and spent the rest of the day walking around the property, going over Mama Polly's house and talking excitedly about how we would someday set up housekeeping in this wonderful place like a couple of newlyweds.

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We spent the evening in our hotel room, again making love, missing that nice brass bed from the other night, but still making enough noise to draw complaints from the adjoining rooms. We woke up late in the morning, pleasantly tired from our lusty lovemaking. We spent the day touring quaint old antique stores in the area, Mom loving to find odd bits of this and that amongst the clutter, especially little jewelry pins and broaches.

As the day came to a close, I found a little angel broach that reminded me of Mom in Chicago making her snow angels in the park after the blizzard. I showed it to Mom and she cooed happily over it. As my reward, I got a cock-hardening kiss that seemed to go on and on, drawing all sorts of looks from other tourists passing through. Beaming proudly, with Mom on my arm, we took the pin up to the sales station to pay for it. 

As the sales lady rang us up, she kept looking oddly at Mom, finally peering over her glasses and saying, "Carrie -- is that you, sugar?" 

Mom cocked her head and stared back. Her eyes went wide with sudden recognition and in a shocked filled voice replied, "Emma? Emma Johnson, is that really you?"

I watched with some curiosity as the woman scurried around from behind the counter and embraced Mom. From their excited chatter over the next minute or so, I figured out that this lady and Mom were childhood friends. I assumed she was about the same age as Mom, a little woman, barely five feet tall with a pleasingly round, butterball figure and light brown and gray hair.

Mom finally turned to me and said, "John, this is Emma Johnson. She and I were friends all through school. We sat on the bus together everyday." Mom stepped over and put her arm through mine and said, "Emma, I'd like to introduce you to my son, John" 

There was an awkward pause for a moment as both Emma Johnson and I stared in surprise at Mom. There could have been no way Mom's old friend hadn't seen us kissing like the lovers we were and I would never have thought Mom would be so brazen about our relationship with someone else we knew except for Aunt Debbie. Mom for her part stared back at both of us, her face a mixture of pride and defiance. Once more, I was in awe of the deep resolve and strength that dwelled with my mother.

Emma finally broke into a mischievous grin and she shook her head, "Same old Carrie, I see, nothing's changed."

Mom replied, "You'd be surprised, Emma, I sort of lost my way, but I'm finding myself again." She squeezed my arm. "John and I are very happy."

Her friend nodded and her grin turned into a big smile. "I can see that, sugar. Well, I'm happy for you. I know your daddy would have approved." She stepped up and hugged Mom again. I could barely hear her whisper into Mom's ear, "Good for you, Carrie. I'm glad you're happy."

Mom and her friend chatted for a few more minutes, catching up on others from older times. I was under the impression that not many folks were still around from the old days. Emma told Mom that she was still with her Bill and that both their daughters were off in college and doing well. Mom told her friend that maybe soon, they could get together and visit more. "I'm hoping that within the next couple of years, we will be moving back. We're going to fix up Mama Polly's place and settle down here."

That seemed to delight Mom's old friend and as we left, she called out, "Hey Carrie, if you and your son are still around on Sunday, come out to the old church. We'd love to have you visit. Old Reverend Simmons still attends and I know he'd he'd love to see you."

Mom grinned and to my surprise, she blushed. "Maybe we will, Emma. If we don't make it, give Bill and Reverend Simmons my best."




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 02



Outside as we climbed in our car, I looked at Mom and said, "I can't believe you did that. Aren't we taking a risk letting someone else know about us?"

Mom sighed and shrugged. She looked through the windshield as she replied, "Maybe, son. But things are different down here, especially for those of us back in the mountains. We all kept each other's secrets and respected our way of life. That Daddy and I were lovers wasn't exactly a secret in those parts. It happened a lot up there -- hell, it still does, I imagine." Mom winked at me. "Emma's Bill is her older brother."

I felt my jaw drop. "Really?" I said. I glanced back at the store. The thought of someone else actively involved in an incestuous relationship sent a tingle through me -- my cock beginning to swell as I imagined it.

"It's true, son. Its not like everyone here is screwing their relatives, but it did happen a lot back then and I suspect it's still going on today." Mom laughed and again shrugged. "You know all those hillbilly jokes about incest had to start somewhere."

I just shook my head and replied, "Oh yeah, Mom. We have to move back here." I have to admit, but it was a turn on knowing that others knew and accepted that I was my mother's lover. It made my cock hard to think that we could possibly live in a place where everyone would know Mom and I fucked and accepted it.

Later that night, I received another surprise from Mom. We were making love -- Mom slowly riding my cock as I lay under her enjoying the sight of my mother rising and falling on my stiff penis, her pendulous breasts bouncing majestically as she did, Mom's mouth slightly open and an expression of sweet carnal pleasure etched on her face. In the middle of our delicious incestuous fuck, Mom suddenly stopped, slowly sinking downwards until she had all of me inside her. Mom's skin glistened with sweat and the effort had her on the edge of breathlessness. 

"Son, I've been thinking a lot about Emma and her husband and the fact that they have two daughters." Mom looked at me a little nervously.

I sighed as I felt Mom's pussy muscles slowly massage my shaft as I remained deep in her womb. "And?" I asked, trying to urge her on.

"We talked about kids before, remember. Everytime we make love, I have this desire that you will make me pregnant."

"Yeah, it's exciting to think about, Mom. But, you've got your tubes tied, right?"

Mom nodded and then bit her lip. Being completely impaled on my cock had her right on the edge of orgasm. "I've had a dream about us having a baby, John."

I smiled. "Tell me, Mom!"

"Actually, I've had the dream twice, darling," Mom replied. "We're together, playing in a grassy field. We have a beautiful daughter, blonde haired and maybe four years old. I can see it as plain as day. You helping her fly a kite. I don't know her name, but I know she is ours."

I felt my heart pounding. Just the thought that Mom and I had a baby together made me love her even more than ever before. "Sounds wonderful, Mom."

Mom looked at me, her face full of arousal and shyness both. "I've talked to my doctor about getting things undone and my chances of having another child. She said it was possible and that maybe I have four or five good years left." Mom leaned forward, her heavy breasts scraping my chest as she brought her face to mine and her pussy's grip on my cock tightened. "When the twins graduate next spring, I'm leaving your father. The next day, I'm going to have my tubes untied if you say its okay, son. I want to have your baby, John."

I kissed Mom gently, then more passionately as our desire for each other grew. "Nothing would make me happier than to give you a baby, Mom," I whispered when our kiss ended. 

Mom cried out as my answer and our mutual desire to bring a life made from both of us overwhelmed her. I felt her juices flooding over my cock, hot and slick as she began to orgasm and I began to cum right along with her, my pleasure increased by the knowledge that we would one day soon make love and create a new life from our incestuous love.

In the afterglow of our lovemaking, Mom resting on top of me, still joined cock and pussy, Mom said between gasps for air, "What will we name our darling daughter?"

I kissed Mom and replied, "There is only one name that will do. We name her Polly, Mom." That made Mom cry and I rocked her until she stopped and we made love once more before falling asleep. That night, I dreamed for the first time about our daughter. We were all on the banks of a stream, Mom and I and our little Polly. No kites this time, but we were teaching her to fish. Mom was right, our daughter would be beautiful.

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The next day we set off for another place that Mom wanted to show me -- a place that had been special to her in her youth. A two hour drive from Mom's hometown is a natural wonder call Cumberland Falls. It lies within a state park and gets thousands of tourists per year. Mom had talked about it often over the years and I was looking forward to seeing it.

We had a pretty, scenic drive to get there, although the nicest scenery was in the car seat next to me. Mom was looking very sexy in another summer dress, this one that had straps that tied around her neck. It had a scooped neckline so I enjoyed the sight of Mom's lush tit flesh jiggling as we drove along, her clearly visible nipples telling the whole world she wasn't wearing a bra. The material was a red and white checkered pattern and had an old fashioned yet erotic appeal about it. It was short, the hemline well above her knees and showing off her shapely thighs and legs. Mom had her hair in a set of pig-tails and I told her she looked like a really slutty version of Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.

Mom giggled and slowly raising her dress, revealed that she wasn't wearing panties again. "Well, son, anytime you want to pet Toto, go right ahead," Mom said, as she ran a hand through her thick, hairy muff.

At the park, we bypassed the tourist shop and strolled hand in hand along the path that took us out to the top of the falls. "I've always loved to visit here," Mom told me as we walked along, climbing a set of concrete steps towards the falls. It was a humid, muggy day and the waterfall produced a mist that felt good on our skin. Halfway up the path to the falls, we came to a broad overlook platform that looked down on the river below the waterfall. Boulders and rocks were strewn along the shore, weedy trees and bushes growing amongst them.

As we admired the view, Mom said, "I always thought this was a romantic place. Like Niagara Falls, but without all the tourist claptrap." Mom put her arms around me and said, "Perfect place to have a honeymoon." 

I had a disposable camera with me and I told Mom to pose while I took her picture against the picturesque scenery. I laughed and took a picture when Mom struck a cheesecake pose against the railing, raising one leg up and exposing a nice bit of thigh. I urged her to keep posing while I took several pictures. Mom had fun mugging for the camera. Another couple, maybe in their mid-fifties was on the overlook with us and looked amused as we horsed around. 

Mom suddenly turned to the man and said, "Would you mind taking my son's and my picture?"

The gentleman raised an eyebrow when Mom called me son -- we'd been acting more like the lovers we were than the traditional mother and son. Still he said he'd be happy to and I moved to join my mother. Out of instinct, we moved together, Mom hand around my waist, my arm around her shoulders, my hand resting familiarly on the upper swell of her right breast. Mom's body was pressing into mine and our free hands found each other before we said, "cheese."

We chatted a little with the other couple -- they were a couple from Ohio on vacation, Roy and Patricia. They were both fascinated with us as we talked -- no doubt dying to ask us about our relationship, as we called each other mother and son and acted like honeymooners. I think we were turning them on as they drew closer together as we chatted, eventually holding hands too and Roy's other hand falling possessively on his wife's butt.

We decided to move on to the falls and saying our goodbyes, left them there, watching us curiously as we climbed on, Mom and I holding hands. Near the top of the falls, we were held back from the falls by a safety railing. Even as far back as we were standing, we could feel the power of the waterfall. The vibration of all that falling water rumbled through the rocks and into us. The powerful vibrations were even sexually stimulating -- Mom's nipples went from semi-erect to massively swollen, jutting out from the gingham material of her dress like thick nobs in the fabric.

Mom looked at me strangely after a few minutes and then said, "C'mon, let's go down below the falls." Taking me by the hand, Mom led me down another pathway that wound downwards to the bottom. Here we were quickly dampened by the mist that hung here in the air. We worked our way over the rocks, through narrow passages created by large boulders and clambered over old trees swept over Cumberland Falls and caught up in the rocks below. 

Finally in the middle of a tangle of large boulders, Mom stopped in front of a low, flat and wide slab of rock, maybe three feet high. Mom leaned against it and facing me, said, "Make love to me, John."

My eyes widened in surprise and I looked around. "Now, Mom? Right now?"

Mom nodded urgently and replied, "I found this place the first time I visited here when I was a teenager. I always dreamed of my man -- my husband making love to me here in this beautiful place. Mom raised her dress, revealing her furry bush, labia spreading to display her aroused, slick cunt. "I need my son's cock in me right now, John. Please fuck me, son!"

Any thoughts of propriety went right out of my mind and I began to undo my jeans, letting them fall to my ankles as I stepped between Mom's thighs. She spread her legs in welcome to my stiff penis. The head of my cock brushed into her thick, wet muff and I used my hands to take her thighs and lift them, scooting Mom back onto the rock a few inches. My hands guided Mom's legs to go wide and then upwards and I draped Mom's shapely legs over my shoulders as I shoved myself violently inside her slick, molten hot pussy.

"OHHHHH YESSSSS, FUCCCCKKKK MEEE, SONNN!" Mom screamed, flinging her head back as I sank deep into her womb. My hands, now free, quickly undid the neck strap on her dress and I tugged down the front to reveal her bountiful tits, wobbling and rolling as I began to thrust into her hard and quick.

A sneer broke out on Mom's lips and she began to hiss in her excitement as she bucked her hips to meet my thrusts. "Goddd, fuck me, John. Fuck Mommmmmyeeessss! Give meee that good soncock, baby, give Momma the fucking she needs!"

I ducked my head and found a swollen nipple of Mom's, securing it firmly with my teeth, making Mom moan and shiver as I plunged in and out of her creamy furnace of a pussy, Mom's sugar walls clasping at me, scraping her sauces off my shaft and then bathing it again with her oven-hot, creamy juices. Sweat mixed with mist to dampen our skin, our bodies so hot, the moisture almost sizzled off our skin. Mom's frantic, pleasure filled moans filled me with a terrible, lusty hunger and I rolled and shifted my hips to get more of me inside her roasting, juicy pussy. The humid air grew thick with the aroma of Mom's pussy juices, mixing with our fuck sweat and I inhaled its intoxicating fragrance, adding fuel to my incestuous lust.

Mom moaned and began to orgasm as I ground my cock deep into her womb while tugging on her nipple with my teeth, nearly drawing blood. Mom's body arched hard against mine, almost knocking me backwards, even as Mom's pussy spasmed around my cock. I beat back the urge to cum myself, trying to remember that year's Cub's lineup until I had mastery of myself again. Mom's orgasm had barely begun to fade away before I triggered it again with fast and furious pumping of my cock into her cunt.

I pressed forward, curling Mom up, letting go of her nipple and finding her mouth as I hammered my cock in and out of my mother's wonderful pussy. As we kissed, Mom's screams of pleasure became muffled and muted grunts of joy as our tongues danced and courted each other. Mom raised her hands and her fingers tangled and pulled at my hair. The heat and pleasure building in our joined loins made it difficult to distinguish what parts of us where who's. It was as if our flesh merged into one, our ascent towards pleasure melding together and Mom and I climaxed together, our kiss breaking and we both bellowing our delight together, our roars of passion blending in with the mammoth roar of the falls.

The intensity of each blast of semen into Mom's pussy made my knees so weak I thought I might collapse, but Mom lent me strength with each squeeze of her pussy muscles. We continued to kiss as we orgasmed together, interspersed with little whispers of "I love you!" to each other.

Finally, we gathered ourselves together and I eased Mom's legs down off my shoulders and helped her sit up. Mom's meaty tits heaved up and down as she tried to regain her breath. We embraced, kissing between gasps for air. 

Suddenly, we were aware of the noise of applause. We looked around for the source of the noise, but saw nothing. Then Mom looked up and giggled, "Oh my god, John! Look up." 

I did and replied, "Uh oh!" Above us was the large overlook platform and there were maybe seven or eight people staring down at us, clapping their hands and whistling. We stared stunned for a minute and then Mom gave them a wave and they cheered her all the louder as her large breasts swayed from her movement. I helped Mom pull up her dress amid boos from our spectators and then yanked up my pants to some boos, but not as many as Mom had received.

We looked at each other like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar and then Mom said, "We should probably go before someone calls a park ranger."

I laughed and said, "You're probably right, Mom." We moved to go, but I took her in my arms first and said, "But thank you for sharing your fantasy with me. Even if I knew I was going to get arrested, I would have done it anyway." I gave Mom a smoldering kiss to cheers from our fans up above and then we began to make our way out of the rocks.

We didn't get far before we ran into Roy and Patricia, both obviously aroused and Mom and I both immediately sensed that we'd had observers closer than the overlook platform. They both looked as if they were ready to shed clothes and fuck as well. Roy's arm was around his wife, cupping her breast and her hand rested close to his crotch.

They stared at us in something akin to disbelief until Patricia muttered, "That was incredible!"

Mom grinned and replied, "Well, maybe you should try it yourself." Mom raised up the back of her skirt to show off a red spot on one ass cheek. "You might get a little scrapped up on these rocks, but I bet it will be worth it!" Patricia moaned and leaned her face into her husband's chest, even as her hand moved upwards to cup his bulge. 

Mom and I grinned wickedly at each other and continued our retreat. Mom's face was beet red and I could feel my face burn as we passed folks on the walkways up above on the way back to our car. A few folks pointed fingers our way or just grinned and waved at us. Despite her embarrassment, I could see an expression of exultation on Mom's face as again she had been allowed to unleash her sexuality in public. 

As we drove back to our hotel, Mom kept me hard most of the way, turning to lean against her door and exposing her hairy pussy, her bush flecked with shiny drops of my semen. It was hard to keep my eyes on the road as Mom pleased herself by slowing fingering and caressing her sperm soaked cunt, occasionally slipping a finger into her puss and scooping up a blob of my seed that she would slowly and naughtily suck off her finger, grinning at me evilly the whole time.

I listened as much watched as Mom took her time in bringing herself to orgasm, fingering her sticky pussy and playing with her swollen clitoris. Needless to say, by the time we arrived back at the motel, the car reeked of aroused pussy and my cock literally ached with need. 

No sooner did we close the room door than Mom was on her knees, unbuckling my jeans and releasing my cock and taking me into her mouth. Mom knew that I was in need of relief and spared nothing in her efforts to bring me off. My fingers twisted in her hair as my mother rolled her tongue expertly over the crown of my cock before taking my shaft deep into her mouth, her eyes always turned upward to my face, conveying the depth of her desire and love for me. From deep throat to returning to just sucking on the head of my cock while her tongue fluttered like a crazed butterfly over my sensitive glans, Mom literally willed me to give her my sperm and I sobbed happily as Mom made me cum and swallowed my semen like it was the nectar of the gods. 

We woke the next day to the sound of rain and we spent the day in our room, making love, ordering delivery food and talking. I was eager to hear more of Mom's past. Mom talked at length of growing up in the mountains of Eastern Kentucky and how isolated and remote things were. "We rarely got to town when I was a kid. Folks back in those hollers tended to stay to themselves and despite being God-fearing, religious folk, there was so many currents of rebellious behavior that I suppose still exist to this day." Mom told me.

"Moonshining still goes on and I reckon now some grow 'pot.' And of course, there seemed to be a lot of family loving going on. I reckon back knowing maybe five or six families that had someone involved with someone else. Even our hellfire and brimstone Reverend Simmons was married to his sister. He preached to us that all love was good in God's eyes -- that love is the perfect form of worship and most people followed that line of thinking, including Daddy. We weren't some cult, though -- a man that raped or forced a woman or girl in these parts could find himself dead awfully quick."

Mom trailed a finger across my chest. We were lying naked on the bed, heads propped up with pillows. "How about Granny? How did she feel about all this?"

Mom sighed and said, "Momma had a hard life growing up and she didn't trust love of any sort. I'm sure she knew about Daddy and Mama Polly before she married him. Daddy and Polly cooled things off once Daddy married Momma, but when our youngest brother died, Momma changed. She just withdrew from everyone like she was afraid she'd get hurt again. I think she became afraid to love anyone, especially us. Daddy turned back to his mother finally."

"She just pretended not to know about Daddy and his mother and about Daddy and me later on. We didn't flaunt it in her face, but she did know. All those years afterwards though, she never let on, never mentioned it once. If it really bothered her, she never said. I think in some ways, she just couldn''t bring herself to risk her heart again." Mom shrugged her shoulders. After Frank started to withdraw from me, I think I understood Momma better and for many years I thought that hers was the life I was condemned to lead." Mom looked into my eyes and smiled brightly. "But I was wrong wasn't I? I was just waiting for you and now you've rescued me!"

Mom leaned into me for a kiss and we made love, slow and sweet, Mom moaning, "Thank you, son," over and over the whole time that I was thrusting my cock into her steamy cunt. As I sank my cock into Mom's welcoming flesh over and over again, I knew it should have been me thanking her, that I had so many things to be thanking her for. For bringing me into this world, for raising me to be the person I was, for being brave enough to again leap into this magical world of incestuous love and make all our dreams come true.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 02



Later on in the evening as we lay in each others arms, fucksweat slowly drying on her our bodies and slowly getting drowsy, I asked Mom, "So, what would you like to do tomorrow, Mom?"

Mom didn't say anything for a few seconds, but finally replied, "Well, baby, tomorrow is Sunday, isn't it?" She rose up and looking me in the face as she slowly stroked my cum-sticky cock said, "How would you feel about taking your mother to church?"

To be continued...



Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 03



Thanks to everyone who has requested (nay, demanded!), that this story continue and my apologies for this next installment taking so long to come to life -- writer's block sucks, but I seem to slowly getting my writing chops back. For those tuning in for the first time -- please go check out in order "Christmas with Mom", "New Year's Eve with Mom" and then Parts 01 and 02 of "Mother and Son: A Love Story." Please keep up the feedback -- it is what inspires me to continue and hopefully makes me write better with each successive effort.

As for the usual -- any character's resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidence. All characters exist only within the confines of my imagination. Now, please go read and enjoy!

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This place was something out of an old country-gospel song. A small clapboard church, painted white with a small, but tall steeple, situated in a holler between two low mountain ridges. Mom and I were sitting on hard wooden benches about mid way up the sanctuary, holding hands as the minister, a scrawny, middle aged fellow with a bobbing Adam's apple, held forth in a sermon about God's love for us and that love was what our world lacked most. 

Mom squeezed my hand as the minister emphasized with a slapping hand on his podium that, "An' love just ain't overflowing in this sinful world and when you find love, you need to embrace it and hold it as tight as you can, for it is sure to be a sin in God's eyes for anyone to let love, which is his most precious gift to us all, to let love be lost and abandoned."

Several of the church's parishioners murmured a fervent amen and I glanced at Mom, the sight of her making my heart beat just that much faster and I said in a heartfelt whisper, "Amen." The look my mother gave me in response made me fall in love with her all over again and to be honest, gave me an erection right in the middle of the church service.

Mom had asked me to take her to church and I was happy to do so. We had gotten up early and we had drove deep into the mountains of Eastern Kentucky to take Mom's friend, Emma up on her invitation to attend church this sunny Sunday morning -- the same church Mom had been raised up in. It was a beautiful day -- yesterday's long rain scrubbing the humidity out of the air and making it a day to be thankful just be alive, not to mention sitting hand in hand with the woman you loved.

Mom looked lovely as always. She was wearing the most conservative of her sexy outfits that she had brought with her on our trip, but it did nothing to nullify her sheer sensuous beauty. Mom's longish black hair was pulled back in a French twist that draped over her right shoulder. She was wearing another yellow sundress that had a squared scoop neckline that put the upper portions of her voluptuous breasts on proud display. The hemline was just above her knees and showed off her shapely legs in a way that drew the eye of every male with a pulse and not a few of the females around as well. Mom was lovely and exuded sex, but in truth, I think Mom would have looked sexy in a polar suit.

We had been greeted warmly by the minister, a Reverend Golwell, who announced our presence early in his remarks to the church before beginning his sermon. "We are so gratified to have our sister Carrie back amongst us today, her and her son John and we hope they will visit us again. Sister Emma tells me they are considering a move back to our beautiful state and Lord willing, maybe soon we'll see them every Sunday."

There were several murmurs and cranings of necks to check us out, the murmurs seeming to be positive in tone. Emma Johnson smiled happily at us from the choir loft and for not the last time, I marveled that someone else knew about Mom and I being lovers and they wholeheartedly approved. When the choir finished its last song and they returned to their seats while the last refrain played out, I looked with great interest as Emma sat down next to a tall, middle aged man a little older than her. They both smiled approvingly at Mom and me as Reverend Golwell began his sermon.

It sent a thrill through me to know that Emma and her Bill were brother and sister, that we weren't the only incestuous lovers around. I could see the family resemblance in them from the color of their hair and eyes to the shape of their noses. As Reverend Golwell preached, I would let my eyes wander over the worshippers and tried to imagine who else sitting here might know and understand the love that Mom and I shared.

After the service, many folks came by to greet us or to catch up with Mom. As Mom chatted with several folks, I stood by her side proudly, holding her hand as she introduced me to various old friends or neighbors. I had no idea how many might know or suspect that Mom and I were lovers and soulmates, but each seemed to greet us as a couple and I found that wonderful and arousing, although I was a little embarrassed as my slacks did nothing to hide the bulge of my erect cock.

As we walked down the steps of the church entrance, an old man tottered up to meet us at the bottom, his arm held and supported by a woman maybe fifteen or twenty years older than Mom. He was short and slightly built, his hair white and thin and he was wearing glasses with coke bottle lenses, magnifying his eyes into enormous orbs.

"Why, Carrie Hamilton! You've gone an' grown up!" the old man said in a voice that belied his years.

Mom squealed with happiness and said, "Why, Reverend Simmons! I didn't see you when we came in. It's so good to see you!" Mom hurried to the bottom of the steps and gave the old man a careful hug. He cackled and hugged her back hard.

"Yessireebob! Little Carrie Hamilton all grown up, pretty as ever and with a handsome young man!" He turned to the woman beside him and remarked, "Why, I can remember baptizing this little girl when she was eleven years old. Her daddy was so proud."

Mom blushed with happiness and introduced me as her son. Reverend Simmons shook my head gravely and said, "Your Mom is just a wonderful woman, but --" and he paused and winked at me, "But I reckon you already know that." He turned again to the woman on his arm and said, "Carrie, you remember my youngest daughter, Melinda?"

"Pleased to meet you, Carrie -- John," Melinda said. "Papa, I doubt Carrie would remember me. I moved to Detroit about the time Carrie was a little girl." She smiled at us and said, "I came home to live with Papa when Mama died."

"Oh Reverend Simmons, I didn't know! I am so sorry to hear Miz Simmons passed on!" Mom reached out and hugged the old man again. "Marilyn was a wonderful woman!"

An expression of sadness passed over the old man's face. "Yes, I miss her everyday, Carrie." Then his expression brightened as he turned and smiled at his daughter. "But my Melinda has been by my side every day since these last nine years or so and we've been very happy." He reached over and kissed his daughter on the cheek and she beamed with happiness.

A thrill shot through me as I read a lot into his remarks. Mom had told me that Reverend Simmons had married his own sister and now I had to wonder if he had the same loving relationship with his daughter.

Melinda seemed to read my mind and almost confirmed my speculations as she grinned unashamedly and replied, "Yes, Papa has made me a happy woman these past years," she nudged him and added, "He's pretty spry for such an old coot."

Reverend Simmons guffawed and said, "Why, I'm just hittin' my prime. My old daddy lived to be one hundred and ought-three and I'm just eighty-four!"

At that moment, Emma Johnson walked up with her husband and invited all of us to eat with them at a local restaurant. We all agreed to meet up there in half an hour. Once Mom and I were in the car, I looked at her and repeated my remarks from a few days earlier. "Mom, we have got to move here!"

Mom laughed as we pulled out of the gravel and dirt parking lot and onto the highway. "Yes, we wouldn't be a scandal around here, would we?" She gave me directions for this restaurant we were heading for, apparently a local legend for fried catfish dinners. 

"Son, I am as wet as you are hard from all this." Mom exclaimed as I drove us along, pulling up her dress to show me her yellow thong bikini, the small patch of material dark and wet and her inner thighs glistening faintly with her arousal. "As soon as we get finished with dinner, I'm going to take you somewhere and rape you." Mom said in a teasing voice. I could only groan and it took all my willpower to tear my gaze away from Mom's full luscious thighs and pay attention to the curvy road.

The restaurant was in a dilapidated old building with old, well used tables and chairs, but the food was exquisite. It was a remarkable dinner with Mom and Emma and Reverend Simmons dominating the conversation. Along with the talk of old times and remembered friends and family were a lot of knowing glances at each other and a few times I had to stifle a giddy impulse to just stand up and shout, "ISN'T INCEST JUST FUCKING GREAT!" But I knew there was no need to really say it. Our glances at each other -- the knowing smiles said it all for us. The topic never came up at the table and I came to realize that although we all were thinking about it, for the Johnsons and the Simmons, this was normal life. I both envied them and found myself eager for the time when Mom and I would be able to share their honest and wonderful lifestyle.

Mom's face was flushed and she kept glancing at me with a needful look in her eyes. There was almost a visible vibration to her -- one I had come to recognize as intense sexual desire. I knew that if I slipped my hand up her dress that between her legs I would find a molten mound of wet pussy flesh.

After the table was cleared of our dinner dishes and we were waiting on dessert -- "Apple Pie from Heaven!" drawled Bill Johnson, I excused myself to go to the restroom. I was just shaking off at a urinal and idly thinking that for an old rundown restaurant, they kept their restrooms clean, when I heard the Men's door open and Mom gasped, "Get into the stall now, son!" 

Before I could say a word, Mom had pushed me into the single stall in the room and closed and latched the door behind us. Mom threw her arms around me and kissed me hard and passionately, her tongue demanding entrance into my mouth to dance with my tongue. I felt my cock quickly harden as Mom pressed her voluptuous body against mine.

I need you right now, John!" Mom moaned, pushing me back and dropping the lid down on the toilet seat. "I need to feel you hard inside me, son!" In a flurry of hands, Mom had my slacks unbuckled, undone and pooled down around my ankles. Then Mom reached under her sun dress and stepped out of her thong bikini. She hand it to me and I was amazed at how it was positively dripping with her cunt cream. My cock stood at full attention as Mom pushed me onto the toilet seat, hiked up her dress and straddled me.

"Fuck me, John. Give Momma that big dick right now," Mom moaned before kissing me again.

"Ohhhh, Mom -- yessss!" I managed to gasp as Mom's sweet, hot syrupy pussy engulfed my rigid dick and she slowly slid down my erection until her wet, hairy cunt ground against my pubic hairs. Any other words I might have spoken were lost as Mom's luscious tongue rolled over my own as we kissed passionately.

"Mmmmmgoddd!" Mom moaned as she squirmed happily on my cock, her pussy flesh massaging my throbbing shaft. She kissed me firmly, finishing it with a deliciously lewd lick of her tongue across my lips. "Sorry, son. I couldn't hold out any longer. I was about to start screaming!" She began to slowly rise up and down on my cock. "God -- mmmmm, I may have to scream anyway. I love your cock so much, John!" Mom sighed.

I had my hands on Mom's waist, helping her piston up and down, trying to make each moment of my mother's pussy being wrapped around my dick last as long as possible. There is nothing that matches the sweet, sinful sensation of your mother's pussy sliding wetly and steamily around your swollen cockflesh. "I love you, Mom," I gasped as she rode me slow and sweet.

"I love you too, son!" Mom whispered back, her voice strained and halting as incestuous pleasure began to overwhelm her. "My sweet, precious John -- my lover -- my son, Momma loves you too!" The heat from her aroused pussy was incredible and Mom was so wet -- her cream flowing into my crotch -- drenching our entangled pubic hair. The wonderful aroma of Mom's wet cunt wafted upwards, making my nostrils flare.

Mom's slow movements began to pick up speed over several minutes until she was riding me hard, her calf muscles bulging as she worked herself back and forth atop my erection. Mom and I stared into each other's eyes as we kissed and said sweet nothings to each other. I saw my own love and lust reflected in my mother's beautiful eyes and then the need, the urge to orgasm. Mom's pussy tightened around my cock and her fingernails dug into my shoulders.

"J-John, I'm going to -- ohhhh yessss, I'm goinggg to cummmm!" Mom wailed and then she spasmed on top of my, lifting her feet off the floor, allowing her own weight to drive me as deep inside her womb as possible, her knees rising to press against my hips. "Yessssss, makingggg me cummmm!"

Mom's pussy closed tight around my pussy, bathing it in a flood of her molten cunt juices and spurring me on to orgasm. I buried my face against Mom's mostly exposed breasts, my lips kissing her soft, fleshy globes as my cock began to jerk inside Mom and fill her with my hot semen.

Mom and I gripped each other tight, rocking in synch as only lovers can, basking in the sweet delights of our incestuous lovemaking. We gazed happily into each others eyes as we slowly got our breath back and fuck sweat cooled on our bodies making us shiver delightfully.

It was with regret that Mom finally climbed off of me, moaning softly as my cock slipped free of her clasping cunt with a juicy plop. I felt a hungry twinge of resurgence as Mom stood over me, an angelic smile on her face as she held her dress up with one hand while cupping her sex with the other. "My god, son -- that was quite the load!" Mom murmured as she gently rubbed her pussy and then brought her jism covered fingers up to her lips and quickly slurped my semen off them. 

Mom reached over and took back her juicy panties and deftly stepped into them. "I can't believe I did that, John," Mom giggled. "What will those people out there think?"

I shrugged as I stood up and kissed Mom while buckling up my pants. I could taste myself on her lips, making my cock stir even more. "I'm sure they'll be thinking that we've been doing exactly what we have been doing. Does it really matter?"

Mom laughed again, glancing in the mirror and trying to fix her sweat dampened hair. "I guess not. In truth, its making me wet again just knowing that when I walk back out there, those people will know my pussy's full of my son's sperm."

I stepped up behind her, pressing my bulge against her soft rear end. "Yeah, it's making me hard again too." I paused as I wrapped my arms around Mom. "No, you're making me hard, Mom. I love you."

Mom wiggled in my grasp and kissed me quick, saying, "Down, tiger! We'll have time again in a little bit, maybe. Right now, our dessert is growing cold."

I slipped a hand under Mom's dress and palmed her panty covered mound, feeling the wetness, worsened now by my load of spunk. "I dunno, Mom. My dessert feels mighty hot!"

Somehow, Mom managed to escape my grasp and redfaced and giggling, we both returned to the table where the others were already eating their apple pie. Reverend Simmons beamed up at us and said, "Sorry, we started dessert without you." He looked at us over his thick lenses and waggled his thick eyebrows lasciviously and continued, "Or maybe you two already had something sweet?"

There was some general guffaws and his daughter, Melinda smacked him softly on the arm and said, "Now, Papa behave yourself." I felt my face burn and Mom grinned and said nothing, taking a bite of apple pie with her right hand while her left slipped down and caressed my inner thigh.

We enjoyed the rest of dinner and then slowly ambled our way out of the place -- Bill Johnson and Reverend Simmons having a good natured, but spirited argument over who was picking up the check. I found myself alone with Melinda on the front porch of the restaurant, her appraising me carefully. For a woman of maybe fifty five or sixty years, she was a lovely woman, with a small, trim figure, Sandy blonde hair going to gray, and brilliant green eyes that were filled with laughter.

"So, John -- how long have you and your mother...?" She let the question trail off and smiled at me knowingly.

"Um...since this past Christmas," I replied, feeling my blush begin anew.

Melinda smiled at me as she stepped up and took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze that was somehow both comforting and exhilarating. "Ahhh. Why, you two are still honeymooners!" she said and then let out a sigh. "I remember how it was when I came home to take care of Papa. For a while, I thought I'd moved in with a teenager." We both turned at the sound of her father's voice as he came through the doors arm in arm with my mother.

Melinda leaned into me a little, her small pert breasts brushing against my arms, nipples small and hard like stones. Her eyes were fixed on Reverend Simmons as she said softly, "And for a man his age, he still surprises me."

"Any regrets, Ma'am?" I asked in a quiet voice.

Melinda slowly shook her head and said, "Not at all. Well, maybe that I wish I had come home earlier than I did. Every day with Papa is heaven to me." She turned and looked me directly in the eye. "Is that the way it is for you and your mother?"

I was surprised to hear myself almost choke up as I replied. "Yes, I love her more than anything in the world."

Melinda smiled and nodded. "Then that's all that matters, doesn't it?" She stood up on tip-toe and gave me a peck on the cheek. "I'm glad we got to meet y'all. I hope you and Carrie do move down here someday. Someday soon."

"Now, boy, you're not trying to steal my daughter, are you?" Reverend Simmons said in mock anger, grinning as he spoke. "I can't have that -- I'd have to fight you!" The old man held up his fists and waved them about. "Melinda's mine!"

I held up my hands in surrender and laughed. "No, sir! I would never come between a man and the most important woman in his life!" 

We looked at each other in complete understanding and he nodded. Taking Mom's hand from his arm, he placed her hand in mine and said gravely, "Neither would I, John. You and me, boy, we're been blessed." He held our joined hands between his own for long seconds and then said, "May the two of you know nothing but happiness all your days!" I shivered as he spoke, looking into Mom's eyes. The love I found there was almost overwhelming and I felt like we had taken vows -- that our love had just been blessed in a holy way.

Our goodbyes in the parking lot were long as no one really wanted the enjoyable afternoon to end, but finally we began to climb back into our cars. I shook Reverend Simmons hand after helping him climb in his daughter's van. "John, you take good care of your mother, she's a good woman." Before I could respond, he tugged me by the arm, pulling me close and said in a stage whisper, "Besides, a woman that can suck cock like your mother deserves nothing but the best."

"Papa! I swear!" I heard Melinda gasp. "You're awful!" Reverend Simmons winked at me as she pulled away and I turned to see Mom turning red and trying not to laugh as we climbed into the car.

She giggled nervously as we pulled out onto the road, trying to look me in the face, but then looking away. "Something you'd care to share, Mom?" I said in a teasing voice.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 03



Mom looked at me and rolled her eyes. With a tinge of pride, she replied, "I believe my sister and I already told you that I was a slut when I was young and back then that I never met a cock I didn't like -- or want to suck."

"Including Reverend Simmons?" I said sternly.

Mom licked her lips and winked at me. "Especially Reverend Simmons -- that man had a nice cock on him." Mom relaxed in her seat and idly ran her fingers over her lips. "He was kind of like a surrogate father after Daddy passed away. He was a handsome older man. I was helping him clean up the church one Saturday afternoon and -- well, I made a pass at him that he happily accepted. I sucked his cock for the first time right there on the church altar." 

Mom smiled at the memory and then glanced over at my stunned expression. "Jealous, honey? Mad at your nasty Mom?"

I tried to focus on the road as I shook my head. "Jealous? I guess a little. Not angry though." I glanced over at my beautiful mother. "The truth is, just imagining you doing that back then, has me as hard as a rock." I rubbed my crotch for emphasis. "I can't wait to get you back to the motel."

Mom squirmed in her seat and said, "Mmmm, sounds like fun, honey, but -- can we swing by Mama Polly's house one more time? You think you can keep that big ol thang in your pants till we get back to our room?"

I gave a mock sigh of exasperation. "I suppose so," I replied in a long suffering tone. 

Mom laughed and undoing her seat belt, leaned over and kissed my cheek, letting her tongue roll upwards to tease my ear before easing back into her seat. "You're a good son, John." 

The house was as we had left it. Mom and I strolled around the place, making suggestions as to how to remodel it to be suit our needs. Mom had brought in a tape measure and had me write down dimensions of doors, windows and some of the rooms. As we worked, we seemed to get into each other's way a lot -- leading to lots of brushing and rubbing against each other, each of us grinning and as it went on, pausing to kiss with each kiss more passionate than the last.

We found ourselves in the kitchen where Mom was measuring a window and I hovered behind her, bumping up against her -- my cock hard in my pants, rubbing against her firm buttocks. Bumping became grinding and then the grinding became an embrace - my arms wrapping around Mom, cupping her meaty breasts through her dress, my thumbs rubbing against her exposed tit flesh in the deeply cut neckline.

"God, John, you know that makes me crazy," Mom murmured, pressing her ass back against my groin as I began to nuzzle the back of her neck, slowly working my way around.

"That's the idea, Mom. You're so sexy I just cannot keep my hands off you!" Mom eased her head back, resting it on my shoulder, allowing me to kiss and lick the hollow of her neck and then kiss my way up to her lips. Mom opened her mouth and our tongues met and began their familiar dance. As we kissed, my hands went into the neckline of her dress, easing her meaty tits out of their half bra and then out and over the material of the dress, giving my mother a sluttish appearance as her heavy, pendulous breasts sloped proudly against her chest. Mom groaned happily as I began to pull and twist her thick nipples.

As we embraced and made out, I gradually turned us around and walked us carefully over to the kitchen table. Mom knew exactly what I was up to and began to giggle as we reached the old wooden table. Mom playfully nipped at my tongue as our kiss ended and she looked at me with her loving eyes and said, "Does my son want to fuck Mommy on the kitchen table like Daddy used to do to Mama Polly?"

For an answer, I pushed on Mom's back gently, bending her over the table. I slipped her dress up over her back, revealing her shapely legs and meaty ass, cheeks bare in her sexy little thong. I kissed Mom's bare skin as I squatted and slowly pulled Mom's panties off of her. I inhaled deeply as Mom's arousal was quite evident -- her aroma strong and enticing. Mom stepped nimbly out of her sopping wet thong and spread her legs, revealing her dripping wet pussy, labia flowered open -- a beautiful, exotic pink flower nestled in her thick bush.

"Ohhhhhh!" Mom gasped as I pressed my face into her mound, my forehead pressing into her soft ass cheeks as my tongue found Mom's dripping cunt and lapped her slit from bottom to top. Mom's juices quickly coated my face as I feverishly licked her sweet, sodden pussy. My hands ran up and down Mom's shapely legs, feeling them quiver with excitement and nervous energy.

"Please, son. Fuck me," Mom moaned, thrusting her hips back into my face, urging my tongue ever deeper. "Fuck Momma -- fuck me now!"

I took one last slow and long lick of my mother's soaked vagina and then rose to my feet, tugging my slacks down to my feet as I did so, baring my cock which was hard and throbbing and aimed right at Mom's fiery cunt.

"YEEESSSSSS!" Mom screamed as with one brutal thrust, I slid effortlessly home inside her, Mom so wet and aroused that it was like sinking into hot butter. Mom leaned forward as I pressed myself against her, grinding my groin against her backside, seeking to bury my cock deeper in her welcoming pussy. My hands encircled Mom, coming to cup her hanging tits, finding her nipples hard and rubbery against my palms. I squeezed and massaged Mom's huge breasts and savored the feel of her hard nubs against my hands.

Mom and I were both deeply aroused, not only because we were in the midst of another incestuous dance that had become the center of our lives, but because of where we were -- this kitchen, an almost holy shrine to the dedicated incest that had been born of this family, where so many times before a mother and son had reveled in each other -- become intoxicated in the pleasuring of each other.

I sensed almost immediately that thanks to our romp back at the restaurant, I was capable of an extended bout of lovemaking and I wanted to give my mother every moment of incestuous pleasure her heart desired. I settled into a steady rhythm of thrusting into Mom, enjoying the sweet, fiery and velvet sensation of her cunt flesh tightening and loosening around my shaft as I plunged into her motherly pussy again and again -- allowing Mom to call the tune.

Long minutes passed as the room filled with the noise of our now sweaty flesh slapping together, Mom occasionally calling out, "Harder -- faster," or "Slower, son, slower!" It didn't take long for the room to begin to echo with the sounds of Mom's gasps of pleasure building to an orgasmic scream. I held on, taking deep breaths and resisted the urge to cum myself as Mom's cunt contracted tight around my cock and bathed me in her steamy juices as Mom convulsed in orgasm.

Mom rested her arms on the table and I used my leverage to support her as she gasped for breath and tried to regain control of her quivering body. After a glorious minute in which I luxuriated in the sensation of her still pulsing pussy, I slowly began to thrust in and out again, pausing only to whisper in her ear, "Mom -- that was for Grandpa."

Mom jerked a little in surprise and then turned her head to gaze at me and whispering hoarsely, "I love you, John." I gave Mom a slow, steady fucking, increasing speed gradually as her moans began to build. I could feel her juices being forced out of her cunt by my thrusting cock and slowly trickling down our thighs. My fingers were now pulling and pinching Mom's swollen nipples, almost like I was trying to milk her large udders.

Mom's second orgasm came on quickly and erupted in full glory as again her motherly cunt clamped down around my throbbing penis and Mom thrust herself back into me, meekly crying out, "Deeper, John! Make me cum deep inside me!" I hugged her tight against me, my lips kissing her lovely neck, the sweat pouring down my face as it took a visible effort not to cum inside Mom's molten pussy. Mom's hands clawed the table and came to rest in dim depressions that seemed to fit her fingers perfectly. In a moment of giddy imagination, I wondered if those places had been formed over the years by Mom's grandmother gripping the kitchen table while her son had fucked her.

Mom was taking in big gulps of air as I again leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "Mom -- that was for Mama Polly."

"Oh son," Mom wheezed, her whole body quivering as I again began to fuck her. At first, Mom was sprawled helpless before me, her orgasm wracked body exhausted and I spurred her on towards her next orgasm as I fucked her hard, slamming my cock in her as she moaned approvingly, no longer capable of words. As orgasm approached, Mom's energy renewed and suddenly we were both flinging our bodies together, lost in our lust for each other, determined to become one great mating beast like two great jungle cats. 

"Fuck me, baby!" Mom sobbed, flinging her head about, the sweat soaked strands of her dark hair lashing my head and chest as I plunged deep inside her womb. I felt her pussy again begin to tighten around my aching shaft as her pussy was flooded with her creamy juices and I knew that my own resistance was about gone.

Gritting my teeth, I spoke slowly -- a single word with each hard thrust. "And. Mom. This. One. Is. For. You. And. Me!" I plunged my cock deep into Mom one final time and as she reached the peak of her climax, with a great growl of incestuous satisfaction, I yielded to my own needs and began to cum, spraying great jets of hot semen inside my mother's orgasming cunt. 

Once again our pleasure took us away from the world to that wonderful, heavenly place that our lovemaking took us -- a universe that was inhabited only by us in our incestuous ecstasy, save maybe a couple of loving spirits that had begun this family tradition of incest. Mom and I clung to each other through the highs and lows of our intermingled orgasmic pleasure, kissing and whispering renewed vows of love to each other.

When I came back to reality, I was leaning on the table and Mom was on her knees, tenderly licking my cock clean of our juices, her exposed breasts swaying hypnotically as her tongue rolled over my cock, licking up streamers and streaks of our mingling fluids

I helped Mom to her feet, kissed her as I wrapped my arms around her, tasting us both on her lips and comprehending in my heart how this was meant to be.

"That was lovely, son," Mom said softly, looking up into my eyes. "The first time we've made love in what is going to be our house."

"The first of many good times, Mom. We're going to be making love in this -- our home for many years to come." I kissed Mom tenderly. "We'll grow old in this house -- maybe even raise our daughter here."

Mom shivered a little with delight. "Anything's possible -- after all, despite all the odds and obstacles, we both found our way to each other -- taboos be damned." Mom kissed me passionately then and then with her eyes blazing with desire and need, "I am going to give you a child -- no maybes about it! We will raise our daughter here!

We slowly pulled our clothes together, Mom giving up on her bra altogether and shoving it in the glove compartment when we left. My mother looked incredible, glowing with that "I've been well fucked" glow and with her hair slightly unkempt and the smell of sex around her, radiating an aura of motherly sexuality about her. I felt privileged just to be with her. 

We were mostly silent on the drive back to the motel. I would glance over at Mom and she would be smiling back at me, giving me that look that told me just how much and passionately she loved me. I could live my whole life and be just happy to have Mom look at me like that. Central to it was that motherly smile that I had enjoyed my whole life, but now wrapped around it was a sexuality that completed it and made it something greater. I've said it before and I will say it now, "I am the luckiest motherfucker in the world!"

That evening, we talked about our travel plans. We were in no particular hurry to get home -- Mom had taken two weeks off from work and the twins would be a camp for another three weeks and even Dad wouldn't be home for at least a few more days. We decided to take a leisurely return route back.

When we went to bed that evening, Mom and I just cuddled. We had shared a long, hot bath and Mom confessed that she was more than a little sore. We snuggled under the covers and watched television and talked quiet lovers talk -- mostly about the incestuous attitudes of folks down here and about Mom's sluttish ways when she was younger and how she felt for years like she had sleepwalked through life before our coming together released the real her.

We were both drifting on the edge of sleep when Mom looked into my eyes and said, "You know, son. For months, you've been discovering all about my sexual adventures, but we've never really talked about your sex life."

Yawning, I stifled a laugh and said, "What do you want to know?"

Mom snuggled up to me and kissed me. "Everything, John. Tell Mommy everything." Then she yawned and said, "First thing tomorrow."

#

The morning began with me waking up to one of the sweetest sensations any son can ever know -- his mother giving him head with such loving affection that it borders on sheer bliss. "Ummm, wow! Good morning, Mom, I gasped, reaching down to caress her head. 

Mom was staring up at me with those beautiful eyes, lips wrapped tightly around the head of my cock while her tongue did a butterfly dance around my sensitive flesh. With a loud, sucking pop, she released my penis and replied, "Good morning, John. I hope you don't mind -- I'm hungry and I couldn't wait for breakfast." She took me in her mouth again, her eyes never leaving me as she sucked on my dick.

"Oh, I'm ummm, Mom, you can sure suck cock!" I moaned as Mom slowly deep-throated my shaft and then slowly rose up again.

Mom again released me and said, "So, time for you to fess up -- who was the first woman to suck your cock?"

It seems incredible that I would feel myself blushing about fessing up who was the first person to give me a blowjob while my mother was actually sucking my dick, but I felt my skin burn as I said, "Bonnie Jones -- my senior year of high school."

Mom released me again and said, her eyebrows raised, "That cute little girl with the long, black hair that was president of the Chess Club?" She shook her head and then continued, "So, how was she?"

I had to laugh and then moan as Mom tongued my shaft. "Well, Mom -- you know how guys look at it. Even a sloppy blowjob is a good blowjob."

Mom snorted (and weirdly, that felt really good), and released me again, a little sliver of precum strung between her lips and my cockhead. "Okay...tell me, who was the first person to give you a good blowjob?"

Again, I felt almost embarrassed as I replied, "Um, that was Darlene Thompson at the 24/7-Mart. Um, again, my senior year."

Mom raised her head and looked at me in disbelief. "Darleen Thompson? Dark haired, mid thirties, big tits, used to be married to that mechanic on the south side?" I nodded and Mom shook her head. "Son, I swear. You were barely eighteen -- what were you doing letting a woman almost as old as me suck you off?" Mom stopped, realized how silly her question was and then said, "Never mind." Mom went back to sucking me, loving me with her tongue and mouth until I was clawing the sheets.

Mom stopped again, giving my cock a loving lick as it slipped from between her lips. "How many women have sucked your cock, John?" Mom asked before slowly rolling her tongue up the back of my shaft, my nerve endings exploding as her wet, velvety flesh lapped at my skin.

Have you ever tried to think clearly while your mother circles her tongue around the head of your penis again and again? Finally, I stammered, "Um, I -- I think twelve before you did, Mom!"

Mom laughed and said, "Only twelve? Lord, son, I bet I sucked twice that many my senior year of high school alone." She gently rolled her teeth over my cockhead. In a coy voice, she whispered, "So, who was the first woman who allowed you to cum on her face?" Mom nipped my cock and said, "Tell me about it."

Again, I felt myself blush as I said, "Professor Veronica Black, my political science professor -- sophomore year." I had to smile at the memory of my middle aged, recently divorced professor being so amused when I acted shocked at her request and then happily taking my semen in her face. I describe to Mom how Professor Veronica had been on her hands and knees -- her roly-poly figure deliciously sexy in a black widow corset, her large, sagging breasts swaying back and forth and her long salt and pepper hair, usually kept up in a prim bun, now wild and unkempt from our torrid lovemaking. Professor Veronica had an angelic smile on her face as jet after jet of my semen had splashed across her face until it looked like she was wearing a sperm facial, her tongue snaking out to lick up as much of it as she could."

As I talked, Mom really began to work on me, her mouth doing unbelievable things to my erect penis. As I neared orgasm, Mom stopped and in a hoarse whisper, asked, "And out of everyone, who was the best cocksucker?"

I sighed and replied, "No question about it, Mom. You're the best."

Mom grinned and said, "You're damn right, I am. Nobody sucks cock like Momma!" She returned to loving on my cock and within seconds, my mother's tongue had me shouting her praises as I came in her loving mouth.

Afterwards, when I could finally speak and Mom was cuddled up with me, her heavy breasts pillowing against my chest, I said, "I have to say, Mom, I like your interrogation techniques. You want to know anything else?"

Mom smiled mysteriously and said, "Well -- we'll see what comes up as the day goes by, okay?"

#

We packed up and decided to just mosey our way back north, stopping whenever we felt the need, driving on old two-lane roads that meandered across Kentucky and simply enjoying each other's company. Mom had on mid thigh high denim skirt and a pullover cotton top with a very low and revealing neckline. Forsaking modesty, Mom had gone braless today, the cotton molding itself to her voluptuous breasts -- her nipples semi-erect and clearly visible against the soft cloth.

As we drove through the country side, I would glance at Mom, who forsaking her seat belt, was curled up on the front seat, leaning against the locked car door and watching me. We would chat for a while and then ride silently. I kept my speed down so I could look at Mom whenever it suited me. As the morning sun began to rise high, I happened to glance over at my mother only to see her fingers running lightly over the top of her right breast. With each successive glance, it seemed that more of her breast was exposed until finally I looked over and realized that she had tugged the neckline down and allowed her meaty tit to escape. Mom was playing with the nipple, now swollen and engorged with blood.

Whose breast was the first you ever touched, John?" Mom asked in a dreamy voice. She then laughed, "I mean after I suckled you as a baby."

"Oh that's easy, Mom. High School -- Judy Marrero one evening after a football game. We were necking under the stands. She let me get my whole hand up under her sweater and bra. She had nipples like little pencil erasers," I answered.

"I remember her," Mom replied. "She married the Winston boy, didn't she?" When I nodded, Mom nodded too, almost absently. "Tell me about the first time you sucked a woman's nipple."

I began to reply, but let my foot off the accelerator to watch as Mom hefted her breast upwards and licked and then sucked her own nipple. It took me a minute to get my head back together. "Um, it was Gina Allison -- the secretary at the distributorship?" I replied. Summers and back in high school, I worked loading up soda drink trucks for a local bottling and distributing plant. I described to Mom how Miss Gina, a 40ish buxom bleach bottle blonde who was known around the plant as rather "friendly" had cornered me in the break room one day and teased me by baring her breasts and offering to let me suck on them. I had been scared out of my wits, but managed to suck on the hot blonde's long, thin nipples. Before it had gotten any further, I lost control and came in my pants. Apparently, this really disappointed Miss Gina and she never tried anything with me again.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 03



Mom chuckled at my misfortune and then tucked her breast back into her blouse and was silent for awhile.

We stopped for lunch at a roadside park, just an wide spot off the road with a couple of picnic tables and a rusty charcoal grill leaning precariously to the north, all of which was nestled in a shady grove of trees. Mom and I had it all to ourselves except for some nosy squirrels and a few robins and a pair of mourning doves. The day was hot and sticky and we both quickly had a sheen of sweat glistening on our bodies.

Mom finished her soda and ham sandwich that we'd picked up in a little country store a few miles back and then climbed up onto the table, stretching out her shapely legs while I finished my bologna and cheese sandwich. I reached out and caressed Mom's leg, letting my hand drift upwards above Mom's knee. 

I let my fingers disappear under Mom's denim skirt and as Mom said in a sing song voice, "Be careful," I discovered that Mom had no panties on. My fingers slid through her thick forest of pubic hair and Mom sighed and spread her legs slightly, allowing me to discover her wetness.

"John, tell me, whose pussy was the first you ever touched?" Mom wiggled a little to adjust my access to her moist lips.

"Um, that was Bonnie Jones again -- she of the sloppy blowjob. Bonnie had virtually no hair on her pussy. I was totally shocked. I'd already peeked at you and thought all women had a beautiful full bush." I paused and gave a chuckle. "Actually, I think I was more disappointed than shocked." I slipped a finger into Mom's pussy and slowly circled it inside her hot wetness.

"Mmm -- uh hummm. Was she the first girl you ever fingered, son?" Mom had closed her eyes and was smiling. 

"Yes, I was so excited and we were both scared to death, but I wanted to touch it so badly and I wanted to make her happy after she'd sucked my cock."

Mom sighed and replied, "I raised you right, didn't I. You are so considerate, trying to make sure that you please your woman. Did you eat Bonnie's pussy?"

"No, she wouldn't let me. I fingered her -- she was a virgin, I could feel her hymen, but she did cum -- sorta and seemed very pleased by the whole experience.

Mom began to move, forcing my finger out of her pussy. She swung around so she was sitting right in front of me, her legs straddling me on either side. Mom lifted up her jean skirt and revealed her pussy to me. Perspiration mixed with her juices to make her thighs shine. Her thick muff glistened with wetness and her labia lips were spread wide, revealing Mom's tender cunt meat, dripping with her arousal.

"So tell me about the first time you ate pussy, son." Mom said in a whispery voice, full of desire and need.

Again, I felt that awkwardness of telling my mother about my earlier escapades, but I plunged right in, even as I palmed Mom's hairy pussy and resumed fingering her. "It was right after I graduated, Mom. Remember when you asked me to mow Janet Gibson's yard for her that summer because her husband was away for some accountant class for six weeks?" 

Mom gasped and I knew that I had at the very least shocked her. For years, Mom and Janet were best friends -- we lived just four houses down from Janet and her family back then -- they moved to Colorado two years ago. At the time, Janet's husband was gone, both their daughters had already graduated from college and had moved on. "You went down on Janet Gibson! My friend, John -- you ate my friend's cunt?"

Mom was almost speechless and I thought she might get mad, but she sat there getting wetter around my fingers as I described how Janet, a handsome black-haired woman then in her late 40's had come on to me and how after giving me a nice blowjob, had let me lick her pussy until she began squirting pussy juice into my face. Mom began to moan as I gave her all the details -- of how Janet kept her bush trimmed into the classic 'V' shape and how she had long, thin labial lips that she loved to have sucked and how her clitoris was almost two inches long when aroused. "I don't think she was very experienced at having her pussy eaten, though -- she didn't give me much direction, just kept begging me to lick her," I told Mom. "Janet really just liked getting her pussy eaten."

Mom groaned and leaning forward, entangled her fingers in my hair and pulled my face downward to her crotch. Mom's cunt was soaked and her juices were warm and delicious as I happily yielded to Mom's fervent gasps to "Eat me, John. Eat my pussy -- make Momma cum!"

I ravaged Mom's pussy with my tongue, hungrily slurping up her juices as I kissed and nibbled and licked at her steamy cunt flesh. Mom's bare legs came up and over my shoulders, her ankles crossed as she tightened her thighs around my head. I could hear the doves cooing in the trees, accompanying Mom's moans and cries of delight as I ate her pussy. Her cream was sweet and tangy -- her pungent aroma inflaming my desire, my need to both please Mom and to savor her succulent pussy.

Mom was so aroused that it didn't take long for the air to fill with her screams of incestuous delight as I licked her to orgasm, her mound bucking up into my face, trying to get my maddening tongue deeper inside her excited flesh. I evilly kept licking her long after Mom began to beg for me to stop, sobbing, "It's too good, baby -- Mommy can't take it anymore, I'll explode."

I finally stopped and as the squirrels scolded us for our naughty commotion, I savored the sight of my Mom, hairy pussy exposed to the world, spread-legged on that picnic table, trying to catch her breath. Just when I thought Mom couldn't get any sexier, she would (and still does), prove me wrong.

I put away the rest of our picnic trash while Mom lay stretched out on the table, essentially naked from the waist down, smiling and humming as she enjoyed her after-orgasm glow. She was still humming when we returned to the car, pausing when I opened the car door for her to say, "I cannot believe my son went down on my best friend!" before kissing me, tasting her own wetness that was still drying on my face.

Our little picnic had us both smiling and content for many miles. Mom watched me drive with an expression of love and happiness that would make the crankiest person smile. As for me, I loved watching my mother, sitting casually in the passenger seat, sometimes intentionally flashing me and other times unaware that I was able to see her beautiful hairy cunt.

Our quiet loving moment endured for many miles until we pulled into a small town and Mom's eyes got wide as she realized we were heading back to the bourbon country bed and breakfast we had stayed at a week before.

"John? Are we -- oh, son, I love this place!" Mom exclaimed.

I smiled, pleased with my surprise. "I called while you were in the shower this morning, Mom. I even got us the same room -- with that brass bed we fell in love with."

"Awww, baby," Mom cooed, leaning over to kiss me as we stopped in the parking lot. "I love you, son!" she sighed as we kissed and kissed and kissed some more. Mom finally broke the kiss and grinning at me said, "Mom is going to fuck her baby good tonight!"

We got ourselves checked in and unpacked for the evening and then went out strolling hand in hand through the small town's business village which seemed mostly to be made up of antique shops. Mom and I drew our fair share of curious looks as we carried on like the lovers we were, but we paid them no mind. In a sense, for the moment we were in our own little romantic world.

We ate in an old restaurant that specialized in southern fried foods, but we were both too occupied with each other to do more than nibble at our food. I kept waiting for Mom to continue her line of questioning, but she said little and we just let the real world fade away while we spent most of the meal holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes. Everything we really needed to say was in the looks we gave each other. "I love you, Mom, more than anything." "I love you, son. You are my life." Unspoken, yet we heard each other's words crystal clear.

Back in our room, we began to kiss and slowly dance as the music from a bluegrass waltz played somewhere outside and drifted through the bay windows of our second floor room. As we danced and our tongues played, clothes began to slowly fall away until finally Mom and I were naked in our swaying embrace -- her full, luscious body growing increasingly warm against mine.

We continued to move as the kiss ended and Mom said softly, "Tell me about the first time you made love -- who was it with?"

"Um, that would have been Darleen Thompson, Mom." My cock throbbed against her belly as I found myself both embarrassed and aroused at telling my mother about losing my virginity.

Mom laughed. "Again with an older woman! She was what, twenty years older than you?"

"More like eighteen years, Mom. She was thirty-six or thirty-seven." Mom had danced us over onto the bed and pushed me down on the bed, climbing on top of me and straddling me. I could feel her wet muff brushing wonderfully against my hard-on.

"Tell me everything, John," Mom commanded as she rubbed her sex against my stiff cock and then deftly rose up and took me inside her. It took more than a minute for me to compose myself as my entire being was occupied with the sweet sensation of Mom slowly burying my cock inside her wet, steaming pussy.

In halting tones, I told Mom how we'd been talking one summer evening when I had stopped to pick up a drink and a sandwich after work. We chatted and flirted and she just happened to be going off shift in a few minutes and she suggested we go for a drive.

"Mmmm and so my eighteen year old son just decided to go traipsing off with a woman twice his age, huh?" Mom sank down on my cock till she could grind herself against my crotch and then smiled down at me, slowly trailing fingernails across my chest. "I wonder what prompted that?"

In between growing gasps, I told Mom how we wound up at the park and in the backseat of her old Cadillac and how after giving me a wonderful blowjob and then sucking me until I was stiff again, Darleen Thompson had fucked me until we had both were sweaty and out of breath and gasping from an incredible orgasm.

Mom was riding me steadily by now and was leaning over me, letting her swaying tits brush my face as she held onto the brass railing of the headboard. "I hate that I wasn't your first, John, but I'm realizing something."

I was thrusting upwards now, anxious and needing to have my aching erection buried in the warm comfort of her silky, hot pussy. "What's ummmm -- that, Mom?"

"Everyone you've told me about -- almost all of them, are similar, young or old. Dark hair, full bodied or big titted...sound familiar?"

I could see where Mom was heading. "Yeah," I replied, gasping for breath.

Mom flexed her cunt muscles making me almost cry from the sweetness that was wrapped around my cock. "Who -- mmmm -- who was the last woman you fucked before me, son?" Mom had me at the edge of orgasm and held me there, quivering with delight, aching for release of our incestuous desires.

"Molly -- Molly Cash, Mom. She's in some of my classes."

Mom looked down at me intently, flames of love and maybe jealousy in her eyes. "Describe her, John. Describe this Molly you've been fucking."

"Oh god, Mom," I moaned. "Mo-Molly is black haired, short -- maybe, five foot, three. Big heavy boobs like -- oh, Mom, like..."

Mom sighed and with sweat dripping off her face and splattering on my chest, finished my sentence, "Like me -- like your mother." Mom kissed me and whispered, "My baby wanted to fuck Mommy so bad, you went out and fucked women who look like me, didn't you?"

Mom's pussy flesh squeezed me again and I couldn't hold back, exploding with a massive gush of hot cum as I cried out, "YESSSSSSS!" I thrusted upwards, burying my cock deep in Mom's fiery womb and released my seed, relishing every sweet second of incest inspired pleasure my mother was giving me. 

Mom begin to sob and moan as my semen splashed her cunt's inner walls. "Oh yesss, John! You were always fucking Mommy, weren't you? I love you, John! OHHH, I love you so much -- and now you can fuck me forever, baby!" Mom began to convulse with her orgasm and the old brass bed banged and squeaked as she held onto the headboard as she came and came again.

"Momma is all yours, son, we're lovers for the rest of our lives," Mom gasped as she squeezed the last of my semen out of my cock, holding my softening member inside her even as she let go of the bed and collapsed on top of me. We kissed between gasps of air and luxuriated in the mutual heat of our sweaty bodies. 

Mom's thighs pressed tightly against my legs and her arms went around my neck as I pulled her tight against me. I always treasure these moments as our lovemaking winds down when we cuddle and savor our post-orgasmic moments. Hugging each other so tight, we almost become one is such a spiritual moment -- one of peace and safety and so incestuous -- what son doesn't feel loved and safe in his mother's arms? "I love you, Mom -- always and forever." We fell asleep still in our embrace, both of us dreaming wonderful things about our future.

I awoke several hours later to find Mom curled up by my side, one soft thigh draped across my legs and one finger idly and gently tracing lines on my chest. Mom sensed that I was awake and said, "I love you, son."

"I love you, Mom," I replied.

"I've been thinking about what you said today -- tonight. I've been thinking about your other lovers," Mom said, her voice a little odd.

"Um, are you okay with everything?" I asked.

"Yes. No." Mom sighed. "I'm so jealous that that woman Darleen took your virginity, but when I think about you being with her and those other women, I get so turned on -- so wet between my legs. I wish I could have been there -- to have seen your first times with a woman." Mom rose up on one elbow and looked at my face in the dim, early morning light. "Does that make sense?"

I raised my head and gave Mom a soft kiss. "Yeah, it does. I feel jealous whenever you've told me about your younger days like with Reverend Simmons, but it always makes my cock hard -- you make my cock hard, Mom."

Mom nodded and said, "So, I'm curious. Who is this Molly?"

I laughed and said, "We met about two years ago -- we had the same biology class and she came up to me one day in the library and asked if she could copy some notes." I stroked Mom's face. "I hadn't noticed her in that big auditorium class, but right away I was turned on by her. She looks a lot like you, Mom and has this sexy Tennessee hillbilly accent that reminded me of your Kentucky twang. I reckon the feeling was mutual because we fucked that same evening."

"Is she somebody special? Did I -- did we screw something up between you two by becoming lovers?" There was more than a trace of concern in Mom's voice.

"Oh no, Mom. We are really good friends, we care about each other, but mostly, we're just fuck buddies -- good in the sack together and we enjoy each other's company. We were never going to become more than that -- truth is, Molly prefers gals more than guys."

Mom grinned and made a cooing sound. "Oh my. She sounds fascinating. When -- when did you last see her? I mean, when did you two fuck last?"

"Um, it was Thanksgiving weekend. I worked that week, remember and didn't come home for the holiday." I laughed. "She was a little put out with me when we started back to school after New Years. I told her I was seriously involved with someone from home and we couldn't fool around anymore"

"Really?" Mom sounded a little shocked.

"Really, Mom. I made you a promise. You're the woman I love -- I don't want or need another woman."

"My sweetheart," Mom sighed and kissed me, this time long and hard, even as her hand slipped down my chest and found my semi-erect cock. "Do you miss her? Do you miss fucking Miss Molly?"

Laughing, I replied, "Not really -- she was great in the sack, I can't deny it, Mom, but what I miss is fucking you when I'm off at school and you're back home."

"You smooth talking motherfucker," Mom giggled as she stroked me to a full erection. "Is Molly still mad at you? Has she forgiven you yet for leaving her high and dry?"

"No -- she's over that. She didn't speak to me for about two months, but we sat down and talked it over. We care for each other too much to let something like sex get in the way." 

I paused for a moment remembering Molly's bright, smiling face as we sat in the Student Center over cups of coffee back in early May. Molly had too much of a good spirited nature to stay angry although she was still mildly irritated over, well, as she put it, "C'mon, sugar, the least you can do is introduce me to your lady love that stole your heart and that fine dick away!"

"Molly's still a little miffed that I won't tell her who it is I'm seeing or introduce her." Mom rolled over onto her back, holding onto my cock to direct me to climb on top of her.

"Awww, sounds as if I royally screwed up a couple of people's love lives." Mom sighed as she spread her legs wide and rolled her hips a little so that the head of my cock was now nestled between her slick, clasping labial lips.

"Well, maybe our becoming lovers messed up Molly's sex life, but I'm happier than I've ever been and I'm right where I want to be." I grinned as I said it and as I slowly sank my cock into Mom's wonderful pussy.

"Mmmmmm, yessss. "You're right where I want you to be too, John." Mom brought her legs up and crossed them behind my back. "I love you, son." We began to move together, slowly, savoring each motion of my cock in and out of Mom's cunt. "Still, I feel bad for your friend." Mom closed her eyes for several seconds, biting her lower lip as I slowly buried myself all the way inside her, our gentle motion making her meaty tits roll back and forth.

Mom suddenly opened her eyes and in them I could see incestuous desire and something else, something naughty and adventurous. "John, this fall, I want to meet her. When I come up to visit, I want to meet your friend, Molly."

To be continued...



Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 04



Pt. 04: Mom Comes for Homecoming

Just in time for Christmas, the latest installment of this very personal story. I hope it was worth waiting for. Consider this my Christmas present to all the Literotica family (although, lol, there's not a bit of Christmas in it!). I hope you can cuddle up with a loved one on Christmas Eve and have fun unwrapping it (and each other). I look forward to your observations and criticisms both positive and negative (I'll view them as my Christmas gifts from you!). 

All the usual labels apply: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is sheer coincidence. All characters exist only within the realm of my imagination.

Again, I hope you enjoy this segment of the story -- there's more to come as time allows. I wish each of you a wonderful Christmas and a joyful New Year!

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I think that I now understand a little better the hell that addicts go through while in withdrawal. After a summer of daily sating my desires for my mother, I was in tears as I watched her drive away from in front of my Chicago apartment building, knowing that tonight, tomorrow and for an unknown number of long, lonely days, I would be deprived of the company of the great love of my life.

Mom had driven me back to Chicago on the last Friday of August, planning to do some shopping, but we both found ourselves literally unable to leave my bed -- our impending separation looming over us like a prison sentence. We didn't wander far from bed from the time we arrived until Sunday afternoon, both hungering for each other in ways that transcended mere sex; knowing that the near future would bring only brief, guarded phone calls and letters.

Sunday morning found us waking together, bodies sticky with perspiration from the summer heat despite the best efforts of my rickety air conditioner, and sticky from our lovemaking throughout the night. I think we both had begun to make love once more even before we woke up. I realized with great happiness that Mom and I were wrapped in each other's arms, kissing, our tongues intertwining as our bodies began to intertwine.

Silently, we kissed and caressed each other until finally I was above Mom, gazing down at her beautiful, lush body -- her magnificent breasts heaving and rolling as she breathed heavily in anticipation, spreading her shapely legs wide, her thick hairy muff glistening with her juices as she arched her pelvis upwards, her labia flowered and inviting, making my cock ache with the need to become buried in her satiny warmth and wetness. Mom's bed-tousled hair, long and dark spread out like a halo around her hair, making her an angel of incest, blessing my bed with her presence.

I thrust into my mother with delight, savoring the wonderfulness of her pussy flesh surrounding; swallowing my penis within her womb, Mom's arms coming around my neck as I came to rest on top of her. Mom's thick nipples, swollen and hard dragged across my chest as we moved together as one -- now completely knowing of each other's bodies, glorying in the secret incestuous knowledge of our love. "Oh, I love you, John," Mom sighed in a hoarse voice as I filled her with my cock."

"I love you so much, Mom," I whispered back as I ground my groin against hers, feeling her thighs sliding along mine and then wrapping her legs behind my back, pressing herself against me until we were almost one body -- certainly one soul. We made love gently, both of us aware that our weekend's hungry, almost desperate lovemaking had left us both worn and sore. Still whatever pain that we both felt was nothing to our overwhelming desire to have each other one more time.

From experience, we both knew that this would be a long bout of incestuous lovemaking. My need to cum was tempered by several bouts of sweet fucking over the long night and I knew I could go for as long as my loving mother could take it. Mom's sore and tender flesh was soothed by the balm of her creamy juices, flowing heavily from her motherly cunt, enveloping my cock in their rejuvenating heat as I slowly moved back and forth.

We barely spoke as we fucked, communicating with our eyes, with our touch, with our lips and our tongues. The world outside my bed simply became lost and we were alone, wrapped up in the glory of our love. My cock slipping in and out of Mom's creamy pussy, Mom's breasts spreading out underneath my weight, her legs tightening around my back, our tongues tasting and teasing each other; all this became our world. Mom's skinned glistened with sweat, making her body slick against mine, seemed to be on fire -- an inferno that began between her legs and enveloped us both.

I would bring Mom to the brink of climax and then stop, buried inside her pussy, both of us struggling to maintain our control and then we would resume our carnal, loving dance, expressing our unquenchable need for each other -- the undeniable love that one mother and son share.

Time seemed to stop, the universe seemed to stop and all of reality winnowed down to my mother and me, joined together, cock and pussy, bodies becoming one as our souls were. We were insatiable, knowing that we could never have enough of each other; knowing that an eternity of incestuous love would not be enough for what we were, what we shared and what we needed.

Gradually, our needs became more demanding. Mom cried out as I brought her to orgasm, her legs scissoring as she worked herself against me, urging me to get deeper inside her as her pussy muscles tightened around my throbbing cock, coating my shaft with a new flood of her juices. Mom writhed beneath me, her fingernails leaving tracks down my back as she orgasmed. 

Somehow I found the strength to not cum, sinking deep within her massaging pussy and waiting until her orgasm faded before resuming. Mom smiled at me through tear blurred eyes, trying to catch her breath while each slow thrust sent orgasmic aftershocks through her beautiful body. Her orgasm had left her legs spread akimbo and I slipped my hands down to Mom's full thighs and then further downward to her knees and I lifted Mom's legs up, making her sob as I rocked her forward until her legs were draped over my shoulders, curling her up like a ball and finding myself that sweet fraction of an inch deeper inside her cunt.

Mom bit her lower lip as she tried to meet my thrusts with her own. My hands rested on her breasts, palms teasing and rubbing her swollen nipples, engorged with blood and throbbing so powerfully, I could feel the pulse of her heart as pleasure coursed through her body, corresponding with the pulse in her cunt as she tightened her grip on my cock.

Mom began to gasp, her moans coming in rhythm with my thrusts and now I knew I was beginning to lose my control as well. Our bodies slapped together wetly, sweat flying and splashing as we moved together, approaching a crescendo of incestuous delight.

"Please," Mom whispered as tears rolled down her pleasure wracked face. "Please, son, cum with me! Cum with Momma!" I increased my thrusts and then as Mom cried out as her orgasm swelled up like a balloon only to explode, I felt my cock swell and then I was exploding, unleashing a torrent of my semen inside my mother's cunt. It was that incredible type of ejaculation where each spurt of sperm sent tendrils of pleasure throughout my body and seemed to jump to Mom's writhing body, making her shake with incestuous joy as well.

We collapsed together, a pile of joined arms and legs and melded flesh, both of us laughing and crying and kissing and seemingly unable to let each other go. Exhausted, we barely talked, letting our wildly beating hearts do our speaking for us. We slept and kissed and cuddled and slept some more. Summer was over and our season of unrelenting passion was at least temporarily at an end.

"Only another year," Mom repeated as I kissed her one last time as she stood outside her car. Mom stroked my cheek lovingly. "The twins will graduate and then I leave your father and we are together forever, son."

We hugged each other tight. "Seems like it will take forever, doesn't it, Mom?" I sighed into her ear.

Mom nodded and said, "I know. I want to cry every time I realize that tomorrow I won't be able to make love to my sweet John." Mom kissed me and then pressed her face into my chest. I felt her choke down a sob. In a quavering voice, she said, "But, I'll be back when I can. I promise I'll be up for Homecoming and there's Thanksgiving and..." Mom raised her head and grinned. "And, we will definitely be celebrating our anniversary at Christmas -- maybe we'll get stuck in another blizzard."

We continued to kiss and make small talk for a long time, both of us on the verge of tears, until we knew we had to part. We were both crying as we kissed one last time and then, somehow we managed to let each other go and through my tears, I watched until I lost Mom's car in the traffic.

So...I was alone again, at the least in the now. My heart traveled home with Mom and I tried to do the best I could in her absence. Like last winter, I threw myself into my school work and tried to burn energy working as many hours as I could at the distributorship, loading trucks. It helped some, but not enough. My thoughts were constantly of Mom and I felt like I was almost in a constant state of blue balls as memories of our romantic and wicked summer constantly haunted me.

Heightening my desires for Mom were my encounters with Molly Cash -- my old fuck buddy who was also in her senior year at the university. Mom's observations of me being involved with women who resembled my mother were driven home every time I hung out with Molly. Mom had nailed it on the head and I was almost embarrassed by how much this young vibrant woman was like my mother.

Even worse, Molly had started to wear her hair longer -- before it had been cut short, almost a pixie cut, but she had started to let it grow out in the spring and now after summer, with it approaching her shoulders, Molly reminded me of Mom more than ever. Many times I was so tempted to succumb to Molly's overt sexuality, but I somehow found the strength to resist breaking my vow to my mother.

There was an added sense of desire I now associated with Mom and Molly as well. After my revelations of my past relationships and mentioning Molly was as fond as women as she was men (perhaps even more), Mom had questioned me a lot about Molly and I found myself have fantasies of the two of them together. It might have just been my wicked imagination, but I almost thought that Mom was fantasizing about it as well. That Mom had a bisexual side to her was obvious, but her experience with women had been limited to her loving relationship with my Aunt Deb. And Mom had repeated several times that she really wanted to meet my friend Molly. More than once, I had taken the edge off my horniness with fantasizing Mom and Molly (and yes, me as well), making love. 

Molly was still miffed at me for not telling her more about my "secret" lover, but was mollified when I finally told her that I would introduce her to my lover when she visited at Homecoming. "That, sugar, is something I look forward to," Molly said as we shared a beer one night after classes. "I want to meet the woman that stole the best male fuck I've ever known." 

Molly seemed pleased and I knew she was intrigued. I had told her very little, but what little I disclosed only whetted her appetite. "Carrie is an older woman," I told Molly. "A good bit older than me."

Molly had grinned and said, "Big surprise. You've always had a thing for older women." She shook a finger at me as I tried to look baffled. "Remember, you told me all about you and Professor Black and about that woman at the campus library." Molly stuck her tongue out at me and added, "I'm surprised you even bothered with me -- young, sweet thang that I am." Molly kicked me under the table, none too softly and in an only slightly miffed tone said, "Not that you bother with me anymore, John Hamilton."

I sighed and replied as I always did, "I miss you too, Molly, but," I paused as I struggled to control the emotion in my voice. "I'm crazy in love with my -- my Carrie. I just feel I have to be faithful to her, I love her so much." It felt so odd to refer to Mom by her given name -- for me then as now, she is my Mom. Being family and lovers is too interrelated to be considered separate for us.

Molly nodded. "I know -- I can see it in your eyes how you feel about this woman. She has to be something wonderful." That intrigued look returned to her face -- mixed with some mischief. "Who knows, sugar? I might just have to steal her away from you -- find out what makes her so special. Maybe your Carrie will spill all your secrets." 

As for myself, I wondered how much Mom and I could reveal to Molly. This little bisexual hillbilly divinity student was about the most open minded person I knew, but I wondered how she would react if she discovered my lover just happened to be my own mother.

Still, Homecoming seemed so long away, almost eight weeks and each day without experiencing Mom's touch was an eternity. My need for Mom seemed sometimes to verge on madness and I would be convinced that I would last another day without her.

Still, time did pass. The warm September days passed into the cooler days of October and as the month progressed the weather turned colder as my desires for Mom burned hotter with each day I checked off the calendar. 

Homecoming finally arrived. Now, in all my years at school, I was usually too focused on studies, work and sex to pay much attention to sports, but now I was eager to see our university's annual celebration centered around the big football game finally arrive, because it would be in the company of the woman I loved.

I got out of classes that Friday afternoon around two o'clock and hurried home as fast as the 'El' could get me there. I raced the flights of stairs, expecting to find Mom waiting for me, but the door was locked and my heart sank. I went inside my apartment crestfallen, but stopped dead in the middle of the large room. I took a look around and I knew she had been there. I inhaled deeply and I could smell her -- that hint of jasmine mixed with her womanly fragrances that I had come to know so well.

I trooped downstairs and out the back and my heart leapt at the sight of her station wagon tucked into a parking slot. I wandered out in front and gazed up and down the street. On impulse, I started towards the old Korean grocery and hadn't gone a hundred steps before my choice was rewarded.

Mom walked towards me, her beauty shining brightly, making everyone around her seem drab by comparison. My heart began to beat loudly as I beheld the loveliest sight in all of God's creation. Mom was wearing a thick red sweater and a plaid skirt, befitting the cool day. The sweater clung tightly to Mom's zaftig figure, proudly proclaiming the heft and magnificent shape of her heavy breasts unfettered by a bra, while her not quite knee length skirt called attention to Mom's curvaceous legs, accentuated by a pair of sexy high heels.

Mom's long black hair framed her beautiful smile and those mesmerizing brown-green eyes which suddenly widened and seemed almost to glow as she saw me standing there admiring her. "John!" she cried out and she ran into my arms, dropping at our feet a canvas bag full of groceries.

I swept her up and spun her around, savoring the sheer sweetness of feeling my mother in my arms again, before I sat her down and kissed her. Mom's arms wrapped around my neck and I lifted her off her feet, her right leg curling around my legs as I cupped her ass cheeks and kissed her for everything I was worth; my tongue seeking out hers. We stood in the middle of the street and kissed passionately, while people walked around us, frowning or smiling at the reunited lovers in their midst.

My hands felt the material of her skirt slipping upwards and Mom let out a little,"Eep!" and wiggled out of my grasp. "Be careful, son," Mom said softly as she reached out and tugged her skirt down. She looked up into my eyes with that naughty look of hers that made me so achingly erect and continued in a low voice, "Momma's not wearing any panties at the moment!"

I had to work my mouth a moment to get it working, but eventually managed to comment, "Really?"

Mom giggled and nodding her head, replied, "Really. I figured why bother when I know darn well my son would just rip them apart anyway."

I gave Mom another juicy kiss and then leaned over and picked up her bag. "God, I missed you, Mom. Now let's go before I rape you right here in the street." Mom giggled as she took my arm and we strolled back to my apartment -- me strutting like the proudest man in the world, which I was.

Somehow we managed not to walk into a telephone pole or into other pedestrians, which was a miracle since we couldn't take our eyes off each other. Like a schoolboy with his first crush, my heart was pounding madly and I was literally exploding with joy to reunited with my mother again. Just to feel her body next to mine, the weight of her breast brushing against my arm, to have Mom's scent filling my nostrils, to feel her eyes on me, made me feel as if I was in heaven.

Heaven became something else once we had made it inside my apartment as groceries fell at our feet and we began to passionately kiss as we frantically pawed at each other's clothes. I unbuttoned Mom's plaid skirt and it fell at her feet. My hand caressed her lower belly and then plunged into her thick bush, proving that indeed my mother had been walking around downtown Chicago sans panties! 

My fingers slipped between her labia and I felt Mom's heat and wetness. Mom broke the kiss with a quick gasp and she left off fumbling at my belt to whip her sweater over her head and just like that Mom stood naked before me. My hands went to her breasts without hesitation and I hefted and squeezed her meaty tits, feeling her nipples harden and lengthen between my fingers.

"Mmmmm, sweet John, I have missed your touch," Mom purred as she resumed her efforts to get my pants off. I felt a sudden rush of cool air as Mom gave a triumphant cry and my trousers pooled at my ankles. Then Mom had my sweatshirt off me and was nuzzling my neck. 

"Oh, Mom! I love you," I groaned happily as Mom's lips kissed downward, pausing at my own erect nipples to lick and teasingly bite. Her hands were busy tugging off my shorts and then I felt my cock slap against my belly and then Mom moving against me, trapping my erect penis between our warm bodies. I was hard -- so hard it almost hurt. Still, Mom continued to kiss me, going downward, going into a squat as her tongue teased my belly button and then I felt her hot breath on the glans of my cock. 

"And I missed you too, big fella," Mom murmured below me, gazing up to look into my eyes as she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and rolled her sweet tongue over it. Slowly Mom took me in her mouth, taking me inch by inch, my legs quivering as Mom deep throated me until her lips were brushing my pubic hairs. I bit my lip and focused on not cumming as Mom expertly sucked my cock.

I didn't want it to end, but I also needed more of my mother and I urged her back up, kissing her and then picking her up and carrying her to our bed. I sat her down and then straddled her face looking down at her pussy. Mom cooed with delight as I dropped myself on top of her, burying my face in her hairy cunt. As I nosed my way into her pink, sopping wet flesh, I moaned as I felt Mom's lips again slip around my cock. I ran my tongue down the length of her pussy and back again while Mom sucked me with gusto. It was like drinking nectar, savoring the sweet and powerful juices of Mom's pussy.

Using my fingers, I spread Mom's lips wide so that I could lick and suck at as much of Mom's cunt as possible. I felt her tremble beneath me as I plunged my tongue deep into her pussy as my cheeks brushed her tender flesh and my chin rubbed against her swollen clitoris. Mom returned the favor as her tongue fluttered up and down my shaft and danced around the head of my cock, her teeth delicately scraping across my sensitive member.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 04



I proceeded to love on Mom's clitoris, sucking and nibbling ever so gently while my tongue probed her secret nooks and crannies around her little penis like nub. Mom began to burble around my cock and I felt her flinging her pelvis upwards, urging me to continue with my incestuous pussy eating. She began to more earnestly suck my aching dick, making delicious gobbling and smacking noises as she gave as good as she was getting.

I heard her begin to moan with my cock in her mouth and I felt the tell-tale fluttering of her stomach muscles and then I was rewarded by a virtual explosion of pussy juices as Mom began to orgasm -- her thighs tightening against the sides of my head to keep my loving mouth in place. I lapped and sucked and drank from Mom's heavenly cunt as she flooded my face with her cream.

That was all it took for me and I sobbed into Mom's pussy as I felt my dick swell and then explode in a torrent of semen, jet after jet of my white, steaming sperm ejaculating in my mother's mouth. I had abstained from masturbating for almost a week, anticipating Mom's visit and now it seemed as if I couldn't stop. Even Mom seemed to choke on the flood of semen I was producing, a fact confirmed when I rolled off Mom's naked body and saw her panting for breath, several globs of spunk splattering her chin. 

When she could speak, Mom wheezed, "Oh my god, son! Somebody really needed that! Don't you ever masturbate?" She reached up and scooped the cum off her face and then licked her fingers clean. "Not that I'm complaining!"

We both went into the giggles until I was turned around and with her juices dripping from my face, I kissed her, tasting myself and letting her have a sample of her own sweet pussy cream. It felt so damn good to finally have Mom back in my arms again. We lay there naked in bed, wrapped up in each others arms and legs until well after sundown. Mom gave me all the latest news from home. 

Dad was, well, Dad -- consumed with everything related to hunting or fishing. "Oh, and now, bowling. Two nights a week," Mom reported with a bit of ill will in her voice. "And your brothers have both signed papers to go into the military -- one joining the Marines, the other enlisting into the Navy." Mom leaned into me and kissed me. "And by this time next year, it will be you and me, forever, John."

"It can't come soon enough, Mom," I replied after I kissed her back. So much seemed to be happening so fast, but not fast enough for me. Mom and me together for the rest of our lives -- yeah, I could hardly stand to wait for it.

We snuggled quietly for a few minutes and then Mom, her voice full of mischief said, "Oh, I think I embarrassed your first woman, son." She looked up into my eyes, her own full of amusement.

"Oh yeah, how's that, Mom?"

"I was in the 24/7 convenience store a few weeks ago and guess who was working the register?"

I laughed and said. "Darleen? Oh hell, Mom, what did you do?"

Mom replied, "Well, I was standing there in line and I just stared at her like the jealous woman I am and she finally noticed. By the time she was waiting on me, she was bright red. She knew that I knew about her and my son."

"What did you say, Mom?"

Mom looked smug as she answered me. "Nothing, just 'hi Darleen, how are you,' and..." Mom's voice dropped to a deadly tone, "My son, John said to tell you, 'Hello.'"

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry as Mom said in that same icy voice, "I wanted to claw her eyes out -- be the first to fuck my son...bitch."

Mom's words made me shiver and surprisingly, they made me hard again -- who knew jealousy could be such a turn on. Mom felt my hardness and moved to squat over me. As Mom lowered herself on me, I said as I felt her flowered cunt lips engulf my erection, "I promise you again, Mom. I am a one woman man."

Mom gave me that same icy look for a long moment as she slowly slipped down my cock and then couldn't hold it anymore, laughing and moaning as she ground her hairy bush against my groin. "I don't mind my son fucking another woman -- I love watching you fuck Deb, but I think, as your mother, I should have first approval of your selections!" Mom sneered at me then, partly teasing me and partly from being impaled on my cock. I could feel myself throbbing against her tightly clasping cunt muscles.

Slowly, Mom began to move up and down on my cock, pistoning up and down, her silky wet flesh massaging my erect penis. Mom's massive breasts bobbed in time to her movements, the large sloping gourd shaped tits swaying almost hypnotically as my mother had her way with me. Mom's calf muscles began to bulge at the strain, but Mom seemed perfectly content to fuck me this way. I savored the moment, enjoying the opportunity to just stare happily at my mother.

The more I looked, the more I realized some little changes. As Mom rode me, I reached out and caressed her breasts, letting my hand slide down to her round stomach. It suddenly hit me. "Mom -- you've lost weight!" And she had. Mom's figure was still a full one, but with a little more definition. Her stomach pooch wasn't as big as it had been and as I reached out with my free hand, I realized that Mom's thigh was more tone than before.

Mom beamed at me proudly and I felt her flex her cunt muscles in reward, doing things to my cock that words are simply too inadequate for. "Thanks for noticing, sweetheart," Mom said. "Mommy's been working off her tension and stress from missing her darling son! And, Mommy wants to look sexy for her son." Mom's voice had gotten husky with her last words. She looked down at me with such a look of love and desire.

"Oh Mom, I will always love you and want you! You will always be sexy to me, Mom," I moaned with happiness.

Mom twisted and rolled her hips as she bounced on my cock. "I love you too, John," Mom replied, her voice quavering now. She had leaned forward and was getting some serious clitoral attention as she rasped up and down on my cock and in a squat she was getting maximum penetration, my cock going as deep as possible into her womb.

It didn't take too much longer before Mom was struggling to keep moving, not from exhaustion, but from her body beginning to be racked with orgasmic convulsions. Mom rose up one final time and then with agonizing slowness, squatted down, down until our pubic hairs were entangled in the wetness of her flooding cunt. Mom arched her back and ground herself against me, my cock pressing into her cervix as her pussy tightened its grip on my erection, coating it with her slick, searing hot juices. "I -- Love -- You -- Johnnn!" Mom cried out as she came.

The sight of Mom creaming on my cock was enough and I didn't try to hold back, but surrendered to the sweet delight of flooding Mom's womb with my sperm, both of our bodies spasming as we were engulfed with incestuous pleasure.

Finally, Mom's strength faded and she collapsed on top of me, her breasts pillowing out against my chest as her lips found mine and we kissed and gasped for air and kissed some more. My cock was still trapped inside Mom's pussy, her muscles hanging onto me possessively.

When we could speak again, Mom lifted her head off my chest and said, "Speaking of your former lovers, have you seen your friend, Molly, lately?"

"Um, yeah, we hang out some," I replied. "We went out for beers last Saturday night."

"Have you fucked Molly lately?" Mom said in a teasing voice. "Tell Momma the truth. Momma knows if her son is telling the truth or not."

I grinned and raised my head and gave Mom a quick peck on the lips. "Nope, I told you, I am a one woman, or rather I'm a one Mom man."

Mom smiled down at me, her face betraying how pleased she was. "That's my good son. Now, have you told your Molly that I want to meet her?"

I nodded. "Yes, she says she's looking forward to it. You and I will try and hook up with her tomorrow night after the game." I paused, unsure how to put into words my feelings on this. "Mom, why are you so intent on meeting Molly? I love you, I'm your man."

Mom grinned and waggled her eyebrows. "I know, son, and I love you. I don't doubt that I'm your woman either, but..." Mom paused and stroked my face. "There's more to it than that. Something in your voice when you talk about her -- she's more than just a -- what did you call it -- a fuck buddy. I want to find out what that is."

"Okay, but how do we go about this? Should I just say, Molly, I want you to meet the love of my life who just happens to be my mother. Mom, meet Molly."

Mom shrugged and replied, "I'm not worried about that -- from everything you've said about her, she sounds very open minded." A very mischievous smile crossed Mom's face and she added, "I'm sure Molly and I are going to get along wonderfully."

That gave me lots to think about over the next several hours as Mom and I finally retrieved the groceries from the floor and made dinner. Having eaten and rested, Mom and I went to bed for the night, somehow finding time to sleep after a long bout of lovemaking. The last thing I recalled as I faded into dreamland, was how wonderful it was to have Mom's head nestled against my chest and her shapely leg draped across my thighs; and how I felt more content and happy than at any time in the previous two months.

The next day was a flurry of activity as I accompanied Mom on a shopping spree in downtown Chicago. I passed many men who sat with looks of resignation on their faces as they waited resolutely for their wives outside dressing rooms, but I was more than delighted to just spend time with Mom, be it shopping for shoes, dresses or lingerie. We finished the afternoon strolling through the Chicago Museum of Art. Mom made me blush as we walked through a gallery of sculptures, pausing at one male nude after another and shaking her head and announcing, "Nope, doesn't compare to my John!" Those comments drew more than a few stern, scolding stares as well as some astonished looks and a few appraising glances from other women. Mom paid them all no mind at all, laughing and moving onto the next.

Late afternoon found us on campus, making our way towards the football stadium. It was brisk, the wind off the lake sending a chill through everyone. Mom looked stunning, wearing another tight sweater -- green this time, with a long black wool dress slit down the side and black boots. Over this, Mom had put on a wool serape. Mom had her hair pulled back into a pony tail and was as beautiful a woman that ever walked the planet.

We found our seats in the stadium -- about half way up the stands, but near the fifty yard line. We sat in the bleachers amongst a mixed group of alumni, professors and spouses and students. The air grew colder with each moment as the first half of the game progressed. Mom was a delight to be with -- she threw herself into the game with complete enthusiasm. We feasted on hot dogs and pretzels from the concession stands and hot chocolate that we'd brought along in a thermos, Mom winking at me naughtily as she ate her hot dog with enthusiasm. "I'm gonna eat a bigger hot dog later tonight," she whispered into my ear, flicking her tongue out and sending a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the cold weather.

As the homecoming festivities began during half-time, Mom pulled my backpack out from under the seat and from it, revealed a blanket -- no, a quilt that she had packed away before we'd left my place. "I'm getting cold, John, how about you?" Mom asked as she unfolded it and proceeded to drape it across our laps and pulling it up until it was tucked under our chins.

Mom scooted a little closer to me and I felt her hand fall on my thigh and she smiled at me in a way that would make the most impotent of men erect. Then I realized what quilt was covering us. "This is Granny Polly's quilt," I stated. 

Mom nodded, an amused and naughty look on her face, confirming what I already knew. This was Mom's treasured quilt, made by her grandmother -- the same quilt that Mom had lain on when Grandpa Tom took her virginity and which we had made love on this past summer at the old family home.

"I thought it might come in useful tonight," Mom said. "We have good memories with this quilt and maybe we'll make some more this evening." I felt her squeeze my leg as she turned her attention back to the presentation of the homecoming court on the football field.

Within a few minutes, I felt Mom's hand spider-walk along my thigh. "Sit up, straight, son," Mom admonished me. I did so and realized it allowed Mom better access to my fly and zipper. Slowly, Mom unzipped my pants and then her knowledgeable fingers began to explore. Mom slipped through the front of my shorts and fished out my already hard cock. "That's a lovely one," Mom commented, nodding towards the field where the Homecoming Queen was being delivered in a convertible Corvette. Mom smiled at me and began to stroke my cock.

"I love you, Mom," I said softly as Mom masturbated me. I marveled at her deft touch, her soft fingers stroking and caressing, making me squirm as Mom milked the head of my cock, her thumb brushing ever so maddeningly over my slit. Her arm moved so imperceptibly that one could barely tell she was doing anything at all.

"I know, John. Momma loves you too." Mom replied, leaning in to kiss me. Mom stroked me with skill and finesse and teased me -- drawing it out and not letting me cum too soon. When my breath would quicken and I began to tense up, Mom would squeeze me and expertly calm my aching cock down. All this while we watched some girl be crowned as Homecoming Queen. It didn't take long for me, despite the cold air to be sweating profusely, making me shiver not from cold, but from pleasure.

It wasn't until the second half resumed that Mom let me come, speeding up her strokes and doing magical things with her fingers that had me roaring in delight while the crowd roared at the kickoff of the third quarter.

Mom cupped her free hand over my cock to catch my stream of semen, leaning a little awkwardly in to do so. As the kick receiver took the catch and scooted downfield, Mom yelled loudly, "Go, boy, go! Show us what you got!" grinning at me as she shouted. 

I shook and shivered as Mom pumped me empty. I gave Mom my most loving smile and said, "Wow!" Mom just smiled back and stroked me a couple of more times before she tucked me lovingly back inside my shorts and zipped me up.

"Honey, would you pour your Mom another cup of hot chocolate?" Mom asked me.

"After that, Mom, I'd do anything you asked," I responded enthusiastically. 

I poured Mom a fresh cup of hot chocolate and handed it to her. Mom slipped out the hand that she had jacked me off with and I felt my eyes widen as I saw streamers of sperm hanging off her fingers. "Oops!" Mom giggled and she brought her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers clean. She then took the cup from me and took a sip. "Mmmm, not a bad combination, son; I think this could be turn into an addiction."

Mom then pulled her other hand carefully out from under the quilt, still cupped -- her palm holding a pool of my semen. Mom watched me stare awestruck at her as she tipped her hand over the cup of hot chocolate and let my jism ooze down into the hot liquid. Then Mom carefully scraped her palm along the rim of the Styrofoam cup, scrapping more semen off into her hot chocolate.

An older woman , perhaps sixty years old and I assumed the wife of an old English professor from my Freshman year, turned around in front of us and did a double take as Mom finished dumping my seed into her drink and then nonchalantly licked her hand clean of any remaining spunk. The woman eyed Mom's cup and the globs of semen floating on top. Her eyes widened and she gasped as she realized what she was seeing.

The woman stared up at Mom who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Mom raised the cup up as if she was about to make a toast and said, "Nothing like fresh cream, straight from the tap, is there?"

The woman turned bright red and then a smile fluttered across her face and she gave Mom a quick nod and turned back around. Mom looked pleased as she swirled her cup around, mixing my semen with the chocolate before she took a sip. "You are so bad, Mom," I said, trying not to laugh. "Thank you." I leaned in and kissed her, tasting chocolate and myself on her lips.

We turned our attention back to the game -- our university was behind by five points. We sat quietly for a while, then Mom reached out and took my hand. "Oh baby, your hand is so cold," Mom said. "Would you like to warm your hand up?"

I shrugged and said, "Forgot to wear gloves tonight, Mom. I'll be alright."

Mom squeezed my hand again and said in that low, husky, "I want to fuck you right now," voice, said, "I said, would you like to warm your hand up, son?"

Okay, so sometimes, I'm a bit slow. I grinned at Mom and slipped my hand underneath the quilt. I wasn't very surprised to find that Mom had tugged her dress around to position the split to expose the top of her right thigh. I slipped my hand between Mom's thighs, feeling the heat emanating from between her legs long before my fingertips brushed the curly mass of hair that made up Mom's thick bush. 

I whispered into Mom's ear, "Didn't you teach us to always wear underwear, Mom?"

Mom wiggled a bit on the bleacher, spreading her thighs a bit wider as I angled my arm to give me better access and replied, "You want me to put them on right now?"

I grinned and shook my head. My middle finger touched wet, juicy and steaming flesh and Mom let out a little sigh as I sank my finger up to the second knuckle into her soaking pussy.

I stirred up Mom's wet juices for a few minutes, pausing every now and then to probe one of Mom's pleasure points. Mom continued to sigh and to occasionally bite her lower lip. I added a second finger and then a third and Mom tried to flex her pelvis against my probing digits without seeming obvious. I began to tease various sensitive spots and accidentally found a new one, catching Mom off guard and causing her to squeal with pleasure.

"Oops," I said in my best innocent voice.

"Oops my ass, son," Mom panted. "Whatever you do, don't forget that place -- that felt wonderful, John."

I turned my wrist slightly and used my thumb to search for Mom's clitoris which I knew from long experience had emerged from its hood, seeking to join the party. I began to gently caress and rub the swollen nub, making Mom's sighs intensify. For long minutes I fingered Mom's pussy, taking her to that place that was just short of orgasm.

I divided my time watching the game and watching Mom. You know I think she's the most beautiful woman in the world and at that moment, she had that extra special quality that all women on the verge of orgasm possess. Mom's eyes were closed and she was rocking ever so slightly and shivering, not from the cold but from the intensity of her pleasure. I let my fingers flutter inside her, showing off my knowledge of my mother's most secret erogenous points while I waited for the right moment to push her over the edge.

Mom was growing desperate, whispering, "Please, son, please now," when the opportune moment arrived. The crowd's cheering began to swell as our team's quarterback lobbed a lateral pass to our best running back on our own twenty yard line. As he broke through the defensive line and the crowd began to roar, I stepped up my efforts on Mom's clitoris while my middle finger curled upwards and sought out Mom's G-spot. 

While the crowd leapt to its feat and cheered the running back down the line, Mom began to orgasm, her cries of delight all but lost amongst the bedlam of the crowd. Mom's hand clamped down on mine, her nails digging into my flesh, intent on keeping my hand in place as I fingered and teased her through her orgasm. The crowd's screams hit a higher crescendo and Mom screamed right along with them, even as she slumped against me as her body shook and convulsed. My fingers were bathed in a torrent of fresh pussy juice, slick and hot as her cunt tried to tighten around my busy fingers.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 04



I felt eyes upon us and tore my gaze away from Mom and looked up. The professor's wife in front of us was staring down at Mom and me, a slightly dazed look on her face as she struggled to frown or smile. Finally, the smile seemed to win out. As Mom struggled to regain control of herself, the crowd settled down and began to sit again. 

The professor's wife continued to stare at us and I said, "So, what happened?"

She started to speak and then paused, licked her lips and replied, "Out team scored. We're ahead."

Mom tried to sit up straight and between gasps for air, squeaked, "That's nice."

The older woman replied, "Uh huh. I don't think they were the only ones to score a touchdown, though."

I laughed and shrugged my shoulders. "No argument there." 

Mom finally released her grip on my hand and I slipped it out, my move making a distinctly wet sound. My hand emerged from under the quilt glistening with Mom's juices. The professor's wife's eyes widened and she turned bright red. "Everybody's a winner," I said, taking and sucking Mom's cunt cream off my forefinger.

"Oh my," gasped the professor's wife, watching as if pole axed as I sucked my ring finger clean.

Mom was recovering and her eyes gleamed as we acted out her fantasies of exhibition. She took my hand and said, "Isn't love wonderful, ma'am?" and then Mom sucked her own pussy juice off my middle finger and then kissed me.

The older woman touched her chest, her fingers plucking at the lapel of her jacket as if she wanted to rip it off and bare her breasts. A sexual flush was creeping up her neck. She nodded as I licked the rest of Mom's nectar off my hand and then smiled at us again before turning around and trying to watch the rest of the game.

The rest of the game passed in sort of a glow; Mom and I huddled up underneath our quilt, my arm around her waist, keeping her tight against me. The professor's wife continued to give us the occasional glance and Mom nodded to me at one point directing my gaze to the older woman's hand, gradually edging its way up her husband's thigh.

Finally the game was over, our team won and everyone stood and cheered. The older woman turned and said, "I hope you two have a wonderful evening." and then almost dragged her husband into the throng heading for the exits. 

"Hmmm, somebody's gonna get lucky tonight," I said to Mom, chuckling.

Mom leaned in and with her lips touching my ear, whispered, "He's not the only one, son," again flicking her tongue into my ear in such a way that I was fully erect before we reached the aisle.

Arm in arm, Mom and I exited the stadium and walked through the tree shrouded campus. "So, when are we meeting your Molly, sweetheart?" Mom asked. 

"We're supposed to meet her at Minelli's at Nine O'clock," I replied. I glanced at my watch. "We've got an hour to kill." I bumped Mom's hip with mine gently and said, "Any ideas?"

Mom grinned and glanced around. The Campus was mostly deserted -- old brick buildings, brightly colored trees in all their fall glory and grass -- and mostly in shadow. "C'mere, son," Mom said as she dragged me towards a narrow walkway between two buildings. 

Halfway down the walk, deep into the shadows, Mom pulled me to her and kissed me. Our tongues began to dance and Mom leaned back against the wall, pulling me onto her, taking my weight. As we kissed, Mom began working my belt while her left leg rose and curled behind my thighs.

"Fuck me, John," Mom hissed. "I need your cock and I want it right here, right now." I was way ahead of her, my hands filled with the fabric of her skirt, lifting it up even as I felt cold air as my pants and shorts fell down around my ankles.

Mom thrust her furry cunt against me, her flowered cunt lips, trapping my cock against them, slathering my shaft with her fiery juices. "Get nasty, son. Fuck Momma with that fine cock," Mom hissed.

In the cold night, my nostrils were suddenly filled with the powerful aroma of Mom's aroused pussy and that combined with the sweet heat of Mom's half naked body pressing against mine suddenly enflamed my desires and with a feral growl, I pushed Mom hard against the brick wall and hunched down and drove my cock upwards and into Mom's open cunt while I pressed my mouth hard against hers.

Mom cried out in surprise and pleasure at my aggressiveness and kissed me back passionately -- her tongue a relentless serpent sparring with my own tongue. My hands slipped down and cupped her naked butt cheeks and lifted her up and down on my erect and throbbing dick The wind blew wicked cold down that passageway, but Mom and I were impervious to it; our incestuous lust keeping us warm and toasty.

Like two animals in heat, Mom and I fucked furiously, frantically slamming our bodies into each other, savoring every moment my stiff penis was buried inside her soaking wet pussy. When we broke off the kiss, I pressed my face into Mom's throat, nibbling, licking and biting her sweet flesh as I plunged again and again into her molten cunt.

Words were unnecessary -- our eyes and lips and body movements conveyed our every desire as we again joined in that holy union of incestuous passion that made us complete. We slipped into a steady rhythm -- my cock driving in and out of Mom's clasping pussy, each stroke a taste of heaven as her sugar walls clung hungrily to my shaft.

Mom's fists beat against my back as our ravenous passion overwhelmed us. "Oh sweet God, baby; you-your making Momma cummmm!" Mom cried out, her voice halting -- interrupted with every sharp thrust of my cock. I felt her legs rise up and wrap around my back, ankles crossing as she tried to lock her cunt into place, grinding against my crotch, seeking to bury my throbbing cock deep in her womb. Her pussy muscles clamped down tight around my shaft and began to milk my dick for its seed.

"Oh god, Mom -- I love your pussssyyy!" I groaned as I thrust upwards, seeking to get ever deeper inside my mother. The floodgates opened and Mom cried out as I began to spray my semen inside her womb, spurring Mom's orgasm on to greater heights. I felt Mom shake and writhe in my grasp and I pressed myself more firmly into her, pinning her against the wall as we both savored our orgasms.

We remained in place for a long time, almost paralyzed by the intensity of lovemaking; compounded by our great delight in each other's body and what was to us the most natural of conditions -- my cock buried in my mother's loving cunt.

Eventually and regrettably, I slipped from Mom's loving embrace and I eased Mom back to her feet and began to reach for my pants. "Not so fast there, buster," Mom said in a mock scolding voice. "Never deprive your mother of her little pleasures." 

Although her knees were a little wobbly, Mom squatted down and found my semi-erect cock with her mouth, making me reach out and lean against the brick wall as she sucked my cock clean of our mingled cum. I groaned happily as Mom's tongue rolled and roiled around my sensitive flesh, scouring it clean of all traces of semen and pussy cream.

Finally, Mom slowly stood up, pulling my trousers up with her as she did so and then doing up my belt and fly. Mom stood on tip-toe and kissed me. "I am the luckiest mother in the world to have a son like you, John." Mom whispered, putting her arms around my neck.

"And I'm the happiest son in the world, Mom to have a mother like you," I replied in between kisses. We continued to kiss until the cold night air finally convinced us to move on. I put my arm around Mom's shoulder and we walked on through the campus to the El station and went on towards our rendezvous with Molly, oblivious to almost everything, our world really narrowing down to just us -- two people, man and woman, mother and son, madly in love.

Minelli's was an old Italian restaurant with a bar -- great atmosphere, great food and great accommodations -- old, high backed booths for privacy. We checked our coats and after securing a table, we both peeked into the bar, looking for Molly.

"Ah, there she is, Mom," I said in a low voice and nodding in Molly's direction where she sat on a high bar stool, "In the red dress." Molly had gone all out -- looking as sexy as I had ever seen her -- clothed anyway. Molly had on a short, sweater dress -- fire-truck red and molding tightly to her voluptuous body and leaving little to the imagination as to the shape and heft of her youthful and meaty tits. She had one leg crossed over the other, pulling the dress hem higher to reveal her luscious thighs while a stiletto heel dangled from one dainty foot.

I walked up and said, "Hi Molly," interrupting some guy in a leather jacket and a tie who was hitting on her.

Molly grinned with relief and said, "Well, hey, sugar. It's about time." She patted the guy's hand sympathetically and said, "Been fun, but my date's here." I helped her off her bar stool, getting a peck on the check for rescuing her.

Hand in hand, we walked back up to the end of the bar where Mom was waiting, studying Molly with great interest. "Um, Carrie -- I'd like you to meet Molly Cash. Molly, this is -- um, this is my Carrie."

I expected both to shake hands or just nod to each other, but Mom and Molly stood still for a moment and stared at each other, looking much like mother and daughter or younger and older versions of one person. I shivered as Mom's words from this past summer passed through my thoughts. "My baby wanted to fuck Mommy so bad, you went out and fucked women who look like me, didn't you?" I felt a thrilling tingle shoot through my cock as I watched Mom and Molly study each other. A few people sitting nearby even seemed to pick up on the tension building between them.

Mom began to smile and moved towards Molly, arms spread wide and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek. "I have been looking forward to meeting you so much, Molly! Good lord, we must be related somewhere back down the line. Looking at you is like looking into a mirror from my youth."

Molly seemed a little stunned, but she hugged Mom right back and returned the kiss, landing it close to the corner of Mom's mouth, triggering a wild thought in my head as I realized that not long before Mom had been licking her juices and my cum off my cock and wondering if Molly could taste it. "It's nice to meet you too, Carrie." She cast a glance over at me -- guess we both know what John's taste in women run to."

Mom took Molly by the arm and led us to our table -- a booth with seats on three sides. I sat in the middle -- my back against the wall and flanked by Mom on my left and Molly on my right. The two women chatted animatedly as we ordered drinks and dinner; Mom quizzing Molly about her background and her plans for the future and Molly volleying with questions about Mom and how we came together.

Mom laughed and said, "Well, I've known John his entire life and I guess it was just fate that we became lovers." Mom was enjoying the game -- being just vague enough to not reveal our familial relationship. Me -- I answered questions and watched the interplay between Mom and Molly and trying not to say anything stupid. Several times, I almost called Mom, "Mom" instead of Carrie. It was a little disconcerting for me as Mom would hold my hand while playing footsie underneath the table, running her boot along my leg while grinning mischievously at me.

Dinner was spectacular and we were winding things down when Mom looked at Molly and said, "I've been worried, you know, that John and me becoming lovers, that it screwed up something between you two."

Molly shrugged and said. "Well, we have shared something special and I think John will always be one of my most important friends." She turned and looked at me with a frost expression. "I do wish he would be more honest about things though. He's been keeping his great love a mystery from me and I think he's still bullshitting me now." She sat back and took a sip of wine and watched our reaction.

Mom smiled and tilting her head said, "What do you mean, honey? Bullshitting you how?"

"He promised me I could meet the woman that stole his heart away and now he's playing games with me...and you're helping him." There was a little heat now in Molly's voice.

Mom opened her mouth, not sure what to say. I blurted out. "I don't know what you mean, Molly. I told you I'd introduce you to um, Carrie and here she is."

Molly laughed and shook a finger at me. "Listen to yourself, sugar. This is your Mom across the table. You never say it, but you might as well say 'Mom' every time you open your mouth and say her name. This isn't your secret older woman -- this is your Mother. You've been bullshitting me all night. I just can't figure out why."

"Molly -- I...no, I haven't -- this is my mo -- dammit, I mean this is my lover, Carrie."

Molly shook her head and said. "Don't you dare lie to me, John Hamilton. Just tell me the truth -- your lover couldn't make it or you didn't want us to meet and you talked your mom into helping you con me."

I started to deny it, but she pressed on. "C'mon, sugar -- this is your mother...a blind man could see it. You have the same eyes, the same chin, the same sweet, sexy smile."

"Molly?" Mom spoke up for the first time in the exchange. Her voice was full of passion and energy and something fierce and loving. Molly swung her gaze around to meet Mom's and her eyes widened as she felt Mom's presence more than ever before. Mom was almost glowing -- excited as she took a deep breath and continued. "Molly, can't I be both?" She reached out and squeezed my hand, nervous, excited and proud as she announced, "John is my son and my lover."

Molly's mouth fell open and for the first time in the two years I'd known her, she was at a loss for words. Both women gazed at the other, both excited and scared. I swung my eyes from one to the other, seeing them both breathing heavily, heavy, meaty breasts rising and falling. I felt sweet desire rise up in me for both my mother and my former lover as I observed their nipples harden and swell up -- straining against the fabric of their sweaters -- Mom's prominent, thick nubs and Molly's smaller, but longer nipples.

"That's not possible," whispered Molly, her tongue snaking out to lick her lips nervously. "You can't be your son's..." She turned her gaze towards me and said hoarsely, "You can't be fucking your mom, sugar...that's..." She didn't finish her sentence. 

"Molly?" Mom said again, her voice now full of that husky desire I knew all too well. Mom reached out and took Molly's hands, holding them in her own hands. "Molly, I will never lie to you. My son, John and I are lovers -- we have been lovers since Christmas and we intend to live the rest of our lives as mother and son -- husband and wife."

Molly slowly shook her head as she squeezed Mom's hands. "You and John? I can't believe this -- it's too incredible, Carrie. John fucking you -- his mother, that's sooo unbelievable." She was practically shivering -- her neck turning red and spreading to her face.

Mom grinned and nodded and said, "Molly, come with me, honey." Without letting go of Molly's hands, Mom slid out and around the table, urging Molly to her feet. "Son, Molly and I need to go the ladies' room. We'll be back in a bit." 

I watched as my mother walked away hand in hand with my former lover, pulling her along like a mother taking her little girl to the restroom. Not being sure what to do in the light of Molly's intuition and Mom's revelation, I opted to sit quietly and order another beer.

Fifteen minutes or so passed before Mom and Molly returned, Molly's arm circling Mom's arm. Molly had an almost dazed and goofy grin and Mom's face was flushed and she was smiling as well, although walking a bit awkwardly -- as if her knees wanted to buckle. Mom winked at me and said, "John, get the check -- it's time for us to go. We'll be waiting for you outside."

I signaled our waiter and settled up as fast as I could. Out on the street, I glanced around for Mom and Molly. There wasn't a lot of foot traffic, but several people's glances were drawn back towards the end of the brick side of Minelli's where Mom and Molly were in an ardent embrace, kissing passionately.

Slowly I walked towards them, hanging back a few feet and watching with something akin to awe as I watched Mom and Molly soul kiss. They slowly became aware of me and as Mom slowly drew away from Molly, I watched my former lover sucking on Mom's tongue before letting it slip from between her lips. I felt my cock stiffening inside my pants and I felt my own knees grow weak.

"It's time we all went home, son," Mom said huskily.

Molly nodded and smiled at me. I found myself arm in arm with both women as we hurried to the 'El. On the train, we found ourselves in a mostly deserted car and sat at one end by ourselves; Mom sitting between Molly and me. Mom reached out a hand to both of us and pulled us close. Molly looked at me in the harsh light of the commuter car and blushed, grinned and looked at Mom with a silly, love struck expression.

"Son, I have to beg your pardon -- I've gone off and done something without consulting you," Mom said softly, squeezing my hand.

My heart was about to leap through my throat and I shook my head and said, "You never have to ask me anything, Mom," realizing as I said it that it was the first time I had acknowledged her as Mom since she had revealed it to Molly.

Mom gave Molly an evil grin. "Well, John -- I knew I had to prove to Molly here that you and I were lovers and so we went to the ladies room and into a stall and..." She paused and took a deep breath. "I lifted my skirt and offered Molly the chance to eat your spunk out of my pussy." I almost came in my pants hearing Mom talk so lewdly. 

I didn't know what to say and Molly jumped in and said, "So, I did, sugar. I'd know the taste of your jism anywhere, John." Her voice was awed and full of wonder. "You weren't lying to me -- you really are your Mom's lover."

I felt my face turning red. "Yes," I whispered.

Molly shivered and replied, "Oh my god -- this is so hot and sexy. Just imagining the two of you fucking makes me so fucking wet." Her long black coat was open and she spread her legs, causing her very short skirt to draw up, revealing her soft thighs and a pair of red lacy bikini panties with a great wet spot molded against her labia lips.

Mom dropped her left hand down on Molly's bare thigh and then her right hand down into my lap, cupping the huge bulge in my pants. "Son, I know we are lovers, sworn to each other forever, but tonight, would you mind if Molly were to join us?"

I sure my grin gave my answer before I even spoke. "Hell no, Mom -- I've dreamed of seeing the two of you together."

Mom smiled and leaned in to kiss me -- her tongue dancing with mine before replying, "I confess, I've had fantasies even before meeting your Molly -- of me and her together and of seeing my son fuck another woman like his mother." 

Mom turned to Molly and said, "Molly, would you do my son and me the honor of sharing our bed tonight?" 

Molly grinned like a child on Christmas morning and leaned over and pulled me close and kissed me. My cock throbbed as I could taste hints of my semen and Mom's cream as I sucked her tongue and I could smell my Mom's cunt on her face. I struggled not to cum as I envisioned Molly squatting in that restroom stall, her face buried in Mom's hairy pussy.

I felt Mom's lips nuzzle my cheek and Molly and I both turned and let Mom kiss us in turn, first Molly and then me. I sure the few other occupants of the commuter car were gaping at us in shock, but I was too caught up in our lovemaking to look or care. Hands were caressing bodies, cupping tits through sweaters, stroking bare thighs and squeezing bulges that throbbed and felt like flesh made into iron.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 04



I scarcely remember getting off the 'El' and climbing the flights of stairs to my apartment. Suddenly we were in the warm studio apartment and touching and kissing were now joined by a frantic effort to disrobe each other.

Mom and I sandwiched Molly between us -- Mom in front and me in back and together, we stripped the young woman. I worked Molly's red panties off while Mom slowly pulled Molly's sweater dress up, revealing first her luscious thighs ending in her black-haired bush, neatly trimmed in a 'V' and her full ass cheeks. Molly sighed as both Mom and I showered her with kisses.. On and up over her flat stomach we tugged her dress; unleashing her firm, bountiful breasts, erect nipples standing up over an inch long and round like dimes. Mom leaned over and sucked each one while I cupped and lifted Molly's meaty tits. Finally, pulling the dress over her head, getting it stuck and blinding Molly momentarily while I nuzzled her neck and Mom kissed her lips and we both pinched and pulled at her hard, rubbery nipples, making her moan and sag in our arms.

Then it was Mom's turn as Molly and I flanked her. Molly undid Mom's skirt and pulled it off her -- giving life to my vision of her and Mom earlier by squatting and running her right hand through Mom's thick mat of hair before pressing her face into Mom's hairy bush and rolling her tongue up along her swollen and bloomed labia lips. I pulled Mom's sweater over her head, freeing her massive breasts, slightly sagging and looking so erotic sloped on her chest -- her thick, aroused nipples standing up and looking like they might burst. Molly trailed kisses up her body and joined me at sucking Mom's tits.

Finally, it was my turn -- Mom pulling my shirt off me while Molly helped me remove shoes, socks and then pants, flinging them across the room as she squatted and took me in her hand. Mom licked and bit my hard, pebbled nipples and then gave me butterfly kisses as she slowly lowered herself downwards to squat next to Molly. I felt like I was about to pass out as I gazed happily down at two women who kept their eyes on me as they took turns sucking my cock. Both had their techniques and both were familiar with my likes -- Mom and Molly both have talented tongues, but had different styles of cocksucking. I groaned in sheer delight as they watched me watch them suck my aching penis.

Molly sucked the head of my cock vigorously while her tongue fluttered madly over my slit and then she let me slip from her mouth and looked at Mom and said, "Carrie, I want to see your son fuck you...right now!"

Mom giggled and said, "My pleasure, honey," as they both slowly rose up and kissed me. We stumbled towards the bed and Mom fell into it, rolling over and over until her head was on the pillows and she was spread-eagled -- legs wide open and inviting, her thick bush split wide by her pink, wet flesh, gleaming in the light of the room. Mom's huge breasts heaved and rolled as she breathed heavily, anticipating my climbing on top of her. 

Molly climbed up beside her, lying not quite on one side -- her legs opening and closing as she revealed her wetness as well. I felt my breath go away as I was able to see Mom and Molly naked and aroused together for the first time. My unconscious incestuous desires were clear to see as I gazed at their aroused naked flesh. Mom and Molly -- black hair spilled on the pillows, both with large breasts (Molly's tits on a slightly smaller frame seemed larger by just a little bit), both with voluptuous figures, shapely legs, but with different pussies. Mom's in a forest of hair with long, full labial lips while Molly's cunt was of shorter length, her pussy lips thicker and plumper. Two southern beauties laying in my bed and both staring eagerly up at me. I felt my cock throb and slap up against my stomach.

"Come to Momma, son," Mom sighed, holding out her arms to me. "Come fuck your mother, John,"

I did as only a good son could do -- I obeyed my mother. I climbed up into the bed and knelt between Mom's widespread legs. As Molly watched in awe, I eased onto Mom, rolling my hips to meet her own pelvic lift and felt the head of my cock ease into Mom's spongy, silky wet opening. "I love you, Mom," I breathed as I thrust steadily into her.

Mom cried out as I buried myself in her hot pussy with one motion, my shaft swollen and scraping her sweet cunt walls as she tightened her cunt muscles around me, massaging me as I felt my cock head press into her cervix. Mom's legs lifted and pulled back, coming to cross over each other against my back and pull me even deeper into her.

The sweet pleasure of our incestuous joining was increased with the knowledge that we were fucking for an audience; allowing us to make love openly and proudly as mother and son while someone watched admiringly.

We kissed as we began to move together -- perfect, knowing lovers touching and fucking as only two people in love can do. Mom's tits pressed into my chest -- her breasts jiggling as we slapped bellies again and again. Between kisses, Mom and I would glance over at Molly who watched us in disbelief and joy.

"It -- you two are so beautiful," she whispered. "You two look so happy together, like love itself come to life." Molly reached out and caressed my face and then stroked Mom's face, gasping as Mom reached out and sucked her forefinger.

Mom slowly let Molly's finger slip from her lips and said, "I want to taste you, Molly dear."

Molly shivered and we watched as she slipped her hand down between her legs and dipped her finger into her own pussy, stirring it around and then emerging with her finger glistening with her juices. She brought her wet finger to my mother's lips and Mom obligingly sucked it off. "Sweet as honey, Molly, but I mean, I want to taste you...now."

Molly giggled as she suddenly realized what Mom was requesting. To be honest, I was tickled that I wasn't the only one slow on the uptake today. Molly quickly was on her knees and then easing herself in front of me, facing the wall as she straddled Mom's face. I had a bird's eye view as she lowered her cunt to Mom's waiting mouth -- her labia spread and quivering, dripping pussy cream as she sat on Mom's face. Mom let out a cooing sound that was muffled and cut off as her lips and tongue welcomed Molly's wet meat and she began to eat my friend out.

I felt Mom's body beneath me react to licking her first pussy besides her big sisters while being simultaneously fucked by her loving son. Mom's pussy squeezed me a little tighter, pulsating incredibly as I slipped my meat in and out of her. I began to alternate between nuzzling Mom's meaty tits and showering little licks and kisses on Molly's fleshy ass cheeks -- making her squeal as I ran my tongue down her lower back and along the crack of her ass.

I could hear and see Mom's mouth hungrily gobbling Molly's young pussy -- her tongue flickering this way and that as Molly rocked on my mother's face. Mom's lips and chin were coated thickly with Molly's cunt cream and I could smell Molly's aroused pussy as well as hear her happy groans and cries. Bracing myself on one arm, I reached around and found Molly's right breast and squeezed her soft flesh, playing and teasing her erect and elongated nipple.

I found a steady pace and fucked Mom until she began to lose control -- her legs tightening around my back and then falling helplessly akimbo as her pussy began to throb in orgasm, bathing my erection in her wet juices. I began to increase my motion, slamming harder and harder into Mom's molten, syrupy cunt. I released Molly's tit and brought my hand around, tracing a line down her back, over her ass cheeks and underneath, slipping a finger against her quivering cunt until I could feel Mom's lower lip as she nibbled on Molly's pussy. I sensed that Mom was working her tongue on Molly's clitoris and slipped a finger inside the young woman's wet pussy, curling it to rub her inner wall. 

She yelped as I fingered her while Mom tongued her, her own ass now bucking against Mom's face more frantically. "Oh my Christ!" Molly panted. "I'm gonna cum, sugar -- your Mommm's got a -- OOHHHH -- awesome tongue!" It had been almost a year, but I recognized Molly's higher pitched voice, now filled with little yelps as a sign she was cumming as well as Mom's frantic writhing underneath me as I slammed my cock deep in her again and again.

Mom's whole body suddenly convulsed, almost throwing Molly off her face and I heard her scream -- the sound muffled by Molly's sweet pussy. Mom's cunt clamped down hard on my shaft and I roared triumphantly as I let loose with another load of hot semen, bathing Mom's womb with my seed. Molly's little yelps escalated into a high pitched scream so loud, I thought Mom must have bitten her by accident, but the scream evolved into sobs of "YES! YES! YES!" as Molly ground her pussy against Mom's face.

Molly's triumphant cries of orgasm peaked and slowly faded and she suddenly slumped over and fell onto her back, revealing Mom's gasping face, drenched in Molly's pussy juices. Mom's own orgasm was fading as we both slowed down and I sank gratefully on her body, my cock still hard and throbbing as I took in the carnal scene before me.

Without hesitation, I moved to kiss Mom, enjoying the remembered taste of Molly's juices as I kissed and licked Mom's lips and face. Mom was grinning triumphantly as she kissed me back, licking some of Molly's cream smeared on my face. "That was fun, son!" Mom wheezed as she squeezed my cock with her cunt, making me shiver. "You're still hard, baby!" she gasped.

Glancing over at Molly who was grinning as she gasped for breath, Mom gave my cock another loving motherly squeeze and said, "Fuck her now, John. Show Mommy what a good cocksman you are!"

I sighed and smiled at Mom as I slowly withdrew my erect dick from her pussy with a wet plop. I eased off her and reached out to caress Molly's leg. She scooted around crossways on the bed and raised her legs, reminding me that she preferred for me to lift her legs up and let them rest against my chest as we fucked -- literally tucking her up into a sexy ball of flesh.

I took her by her ankles and lifted them up, spreading them slightly to get better access to her neatly trimmed cunt, now flowered and glistening wet from Mom's loving ministrations. "God and Jesus, sugar, it's been too long," hissed Molly as her cunt lips kissed the head of my cock. Then she flung back her head and moaned as I pressed my already cum covered penis into her tight pussy. Her legs stiffened and quivered as I sank my shaft into her vise like cunt, her toes curling with pleasure.

Molly had a sweet pussy, but it felt odd to be fucking anyone but Mom, but a thrill went through me as I felt Mom kneel next to me and whisper, "Remember baby, when you fuck her, you're fucking me -- you're fucking Mommy!" Molly began to sob as Mom's words spurred me to begin fucking my friend fast and furious. Molly clawed the sheets as I hammered my cock into her. 

Mom' hands quickly found their way to Molly's breasts, taking hold of her bouncing tits, teasing and stretching Molly's already long and swollen nipples. "Ohhhh yessss -- ohhhhh myyy lorddd!" Molly cried as I fucked her and Mom leaned over and began to suck on her nipples, biting and pulling on them with her teeth, rolling her tongue over them and flicking the long, rubbery tips of her breasts.

Mom moved on, letting her hands maul Molly's breasts as she rose up and began kissing her, tongues dueling and dancing, their faces growing wet from saliva, sweat and the remnants of Molly's cunt cream smeared on Mom's face. The warm room grew hot -- we were all sweating like we were in a steam bath -- the room filling with the smell of both Mom's and Molly's aroused pussies and the smell of freshly ejaculated spunk. The aroma seemed to permeate our slick, sweaty bodies and increase our ardor even more.

Molly's cunt tightened around my cock as her sensitive flesh yielded to another orgasm, her fiery flesh squeezing my cock demanding my seed. "Oh God!" I moaned as I felt my own need to cum growing. Normally I should have been able to hold out for a long time, but just the sight of Mom and Molly in a carnal embrace was enough to make any man cum. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Yessss, cum in me, sugar!" sobbed Molly, trying to fuck back; to take me deeper, but barely able to control her spasming body. 

Mom rose up and kissed me, snaking her tongue into my mouth and sucking on my tongue, urging me to "Fuck her son. Show her how good you make your mother feel with that big dick. Fuck her like you fuck Mommy!" I groaned into Mom's mouth as I drove deep one last time and with my cock buried in Molly's womb, I began to cum -- one white hot spurt after another of my semen, bathing her young pussy walls with baby-making seed.

Molly went spastic, her body convulsing -- my semen spurring her orgasm on to new heights before going limp -- tears rolling down her face and her only visible movement her heaving breasts as she tried to breathe. Her pussy continued to squeeze and milk me for every drop of my jism and her sugar walls massaged me long past the moment I stopped ejaculating. 

Finally, I slipped from the grasp of Molly's pussy and collapsed at her side, gathering just enough strength to lean over and give her a loving kiss. Mom knelt over us, gazing at us with such love and desire that it made my heart want to swell and burst. Despite the wonderful fuck I had just enjoyed, one look at Mom and I knew who my heart and cock truly belonged to.

"That was beautiful," Mom said softly as if she were in church. "It was like seeing myself as a teenager, getting fucked by the man who will be my son in the future." She slipped down onto her belly and spread my legs. "I need a little taste of my son and you, Molly." I bet you taste divine." Mom took my rapidly shrinking cock in her mouth, making me groan as she rolled her tongue over the still sensitive flesh, licking up the creamy mixture of mine and Molly's juices.

Molly groaned as she watched my mother clean my cock with her mouth. Shaking her head, she said, "You fuck your mother. You're in love with your mother and the two of you are lovers. Oh -- My -- God!" Molly grasped my hand and brought it to her lips. "John Hamilton, this is the lewdest, sexiest, wildest moment of my life. Thank you, sugar." 

Molly struggled to sit up and then spun slightly and leaned in to kiss my mother. "Thank you, Carrie -- thank you for letting me be witness to the most erotic lovemaking of my life."

Mom returned her kiss enthusiastically, her tongue dancing with Molly's as her hands caressed Molly's body. "Sweetie, you ain't seen nothing yet," Mom said huskily when she finished their kiss. Mom glanced over at me and we smiled knowingly at each other. "I think John needs a little recuperation time and I know the perfect thing to inspire him."

Mom pushed Molly onto her back and swung herself around and lifted her leg and straddled Molly's face. "I think I have something you enjoy and I know I'm going to love what you have between your legs, Molly," Mom murmured as she lowered her mouth to Molly's open and semen filled pussy. Mom lowered her own cunt to Molly's waiting mouth and tongue as she ran her tongue the length of Molly's slit, lapping up oozing sperm and pussy cream.

Molly let out a muffled cry as Mom tongue teased her sensitive flesh -- her cries fading into noisy licking as she began to eat my mother's pussy. I could only watch in awe as my beautiful sexy mother and best friend pleasured each other in a passionate sixty-nine, each hungrily lapping up my jism mixed with their juices. My eyes roamed their sweat-slick bodies, their meaty tits pillowing against each other's stomachs, luscious thighs tightening around dark haired heads which bobbed and nodded as they ate each other out and fingers cupped ass cheeks, pulling their tasty treasures closers to busy lips and probing tongues.

The lewd and wonderful sounds of pussy eating began to mix with sighs and moans of pleasure as both Mom and Molly licked, nibbled and sucked. Their bodies began to move in an erotic rhythm of unspoken joy and I watched with lust and delight, wondering which would orgasm first. I moved around my old bed, looking at my mother and my friend from different angles, seeing the pleasure on their faces as tongues dug deep inside cunts, mining my seed from each other's wombs. 

Molly surrendered first, unable to continue and sobbing out her orgasmic joy as her power of speech failed her. I watched as tears dripped from her cum smeared face and her mouth made an 'O" as she crooned her delight as Mom continued to flutter her tongue over Molly's swollen clit. 

Then Molly rallied and attacked Mom's pussy with a ferocious effort, clamping her lips around Mom's swollen nub and then it was my mother who yielded to her orgasm. Mom's back arched and she lifted her head from between Molly's thighs and cried out, "Yesssssss!" her face contorted by a lust filled sneer that combined with the frosting of semen and cunt cream on her face turned my mother into an icon of carnal delight.

Mom finally fell over and struggled shakily to turn herself around and kiss Molly again. "Everything I dreamed it would be!" Mom sighed as she stroked Molly's face, kissing Molly's tears away. I let them cuddle and bask in the glow of their lesbian lovemaking until they remembered that I was there and beckoned me to join them.

Mom steered me between them and we spent a wonderful time simply kssing and caressing. Erotic thrills shot through me as I kissed my mother and Molly, tasting myself and them with each wet, sticky kiss. Sometimes I was kissing Mom, other times I was kissing Molly and other times it seemed as if all three of us were kissing, the unusual and exciting sensation of three tongues dancing together, making me shiver. I took delight in caressing their orgasm charged bodies, making them shiver with orgasmic aftershocks as I pinched still swollen nipples and caressed their quivering pussies. 

Gradually, Mom and Molly regained their composure and their breathing slowed and we lay there in a jumble of arms and legs. We rested silently for a few minutes until Molly giggled and ran her fingers across my chest. "Carrie, I think we got somebody turned on."

Mom laughed and rubbed my chest until her fingers met Molly's and they intertwined. Looking downward, Mom said, "I do love a young man's recuperative powers." Mom lifted her head and kissed me and then resumed staring down between my legs where my cock stood proudly at attention, restored to life by Mom and Molly's erotic lovemaking.

"Molly's fingers strolled southward, tickling my belly. "I love a young man's hard cock," she declared. "Which of us gets him this time?"

Mom purred back, "I think we should share him this time." She glanced at Molly and an unspoken decision passed between them. I sighed happily as both the beautiful naked women began to kiss their way down my body. Mom wrapped her fingers around my throbbing shaft and started to lean in to kiss the tip of my cock, but she paused and looked over at Molly. "Pardon my manners. Guests go first," Mom said, chuckling.

"Mmmm, don't mind if I do," Molly said in her sweet southern accent. She took me in her mouth, her tongue rolling over the soft, swollen head of my penis, curling around it before slithering away, creating a delicious sensation as tongue rubbed against cockflesh. It was my time to claw the sheets as she and Mom began sucking and licking me. 

Mom and Molly almost seemed to view sucking my dick as a competition, both demonstrating their ability to deep throat (Mom clearly won as she was much more adept and familiar at taking my length), and showing off their different techniques. Both worked hard to not let me cum too soon -- backing off and letting me calm down when it was obvious that I was close to blowing my load.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 04



Calming down was hard, especially when I could look down and see (as well as feel) two sets of lips kissing my penis -- two tongues dancing over and around my cock, often working in tandem to share a kiss, their mouths joined around my aching erection, as they both stared at me with loving eyes.

Finally, Molly was sucking the head of my cock while Mom was licking my shaft when Molly raised a finger to Mom's lips. Mom obligingly sucked her finger, Molly leaving it there until it was slick and dripping with Mom's saliva. Then as Mom joined her in licking my cockhead, Molly slipped a finger down below my balls and into my asscrack, probing until she found my asshole. Slowly, Molly wormed her saliva lubricated finger into my ass, probing into me until she found my prostate.

"OHMYGOD!" I shouted as without any warning, I began to cum, ejaculating great spurts of semen into Mom's and Molly's mouths, splattering ribbons of sperm against their lips and cheeks and noses. Molly giggled as she caught a splash of white hot jism on her tongue while she continued to finger my ass. I was shocked that I even had that much sperm left in my balls, but Molly's little trick seemed to have tapped unknown reservoirs of semen in my balls and I just kept cumming until both Mom and Molly had faces dripping with my spunk. My cock jerked and offered one last spurt that splashed off Mom's upper lip as Molly suddenly withdrew her probing finger. I went limp, almost overwhelmed by the intensity of my orgasm. Even Mom was a little wide-eyed at my response.

"Sugar, I think you liked that," Molly murmured in a pleased voice.

Mom nodded and said in a voice that promised future delights, "Yeah, I'm gonna have to remember that little trick!"

I managed to reply, "Fine...by...me," before lying back and watching as Mom and Molly kissed and licked each other clean. Words cannot truly describe the carnality of the vision that was my mother, a thick streamer of my semen strung out between her extended tongue and Molly's lips. Each licked and kissed my jism from each other's face only to share their treasure in a passionate kiss.

Finally we were all cuddling again, Molly wide-eyed as Mom and I recounted how our love affair began and confessed our hopeful plans for the future. We talked into the wee hours of the night and then fell asleep, our bodies embracing in a tumble of arms and legs, warming ourselves in the cool autumn night.

In the dim light of early morning, I woke to find Mom and Molly again locked passionately in a Sapphic embrace, each sighing happily as they licked each other towards orgasm. I watched sleepily at the two lovely women in the dim light. Mom seemed to sense my awakening and slowly she reached out a hand to me.

I did not join them, somehow understanding that this was a special moment for Mom and Molly, but also feeling privileged for being able to witness it and to have a small role as I held Mom's hand as she and Molly made love. Afterwards, both kissed me before falling back into a satisfied slumber, offering me the sweet taste of each other before sleep claimed us all.

When I woke again, it was to the murmur of whispers and the late morning sun was streaming through the window. I rolled over to see Molly, now dressed again in her tight fitting sweater dress, half kneeling on the bed and kissing Mom, who looked incredibly erotic, with her bed tousled hair and the blankets covering her up to her waist, and her heavy, slightly sagging breasts exposed. Their kiss ended and Mom eased back down. 

Molly came around and leaning over, kissed me. "It's late, sugar. I need to get going."

"Are you sure, Molly?" I replied. "We'd love for you to stay." I added, glancing over at Mom who nodded in agreement.

Molly gave me her loving grin and kissed me once more. ""That's sweet, John, and I want to thank you and your Mom for the greatest night of my young naughty life. But, I need to get going, besides, this is your's and your Mom's time together -- treasure each moment before she has to go back home." She kissed me again and then stood up and looked at me and Mom as Mom scooted over and cuddled with me.

"Thank you both for sharing your love with me. God creates love in so many different ways -- I'm proud to have experienced the wonderful love you two share as mother and son and as lovers."

Mom touched my shoulder and replied, "You're welcome in John's bed -- in our bed anytime, Molly." Mom gave a little sexy laugh and continued, "From this day on, I'm going to think of you like a daughter, Molly."

Molly shivered a little and gave us both a look that held the promise of love and lust. "Thank you...Mom." Molly giggled and stuck her tongue out at us. "Lord Jesus, just calling you Mom makes me wet." She waggled her fingers at us and said, "I love you two -- take care." And then she was gone, leaving me alone with the woman I loved more than the world itself.

Mom and I cuddled quietly for quite a while -- savoring that sweet weariness that accompanies a lusty bout of lovemaking. Finally, Mom broke the silence by asking, "Son, are you okay with Molly and me -- what we did?"

I pulled Mom tight to me and looking into her eyes, replied, "Seeing you two together is one of the loveliest things I've ever witnessed, Mom."

"And, if we want to do it again?"

I kissed my mother and said, "Whatever makes you happy, Mom. That's all I'll ever want for you. I love you, Mom."

Mom replied with one of her cock rising loving looks and kissed me, her tongue searching out mine for the beginning of a long, loving, and incestuous kiss. I felt Mom's hand travel downwards underneath the blanket, searching and discovering that several hours of sleep had indeed restored my vigor. Mom stroked me until I was fully erect and then she climbed onto me, slowly lowering herself onto my throbbing cockstand. "Mmm, I love you too, son," Mom sighed as her pussy enveloped my erect penis, wrapping me in her soft, wet and oh so warm folds of motherly flesh. Her knees pressed against my waist as she rested on top of me -- her large, meaty tits dragging across my chest as she leaned in and kissed me again.

Taking our time, we made love, slowly rocking together, drawing out each movement of her pussy lifting and falling on my cock, her tender sugar walls clinging to my shaft. We were mother and son joined, becoming that one erotic and carnal being that made our union so unique and special. 

"You're fucking your mother," Mom whispered to me, her lips less than an inch from mine -- beads of sweat forming on her face, eventually falling onto mine. "Your mother loves to be fucked by her son." Mom kissed me again, her hands clasping my face as she expressed her love and passion for me in the touch of her lips and tongue, even as her pussy squeezed around my cock.

"I want you to be able to fuck me anytime, son," Mom panted. "Even when I'm not here." Mom squirmed against me, flexing her pelvis to grant another bit of room inside her for my cock.

"Mom?"

Mom's heart was pounding -- I could feel her excitement in spite of the leisurely pace of our lovemaking. "When you want to, make love to Molly, sweetheart. Fuck your lovely little friend and remember, when you're fucking her, you're really fucking me -- you're fucking your mother, John."

Mom's juices were flooding, bathing my cock in her hot, slick cream as she neared orgasm. Mom's kisses became more urgent, yet she refused to increase her pace -- making the movements of our lovemaking sweet, delicious and incestuous agony. Mom moaned and looking down at me, said, "Make love to Molly whenever you want -- Mmmaaagghhh." Mom licked her lips and grinned and managed to gasp, "Just don't go overboard, son. Save some of that sweet loving for Mommy. Christmas will be here soon and Mommy will need plenty of loving from her lover-son."

Mom's cunt clamped down and began to milk my cock involuntarily as Mom began to orgasm. I groaned with delight and began cumming too -- my semen flooding Mom's womb. In between our mutual sighs and moans, we cried out our love for each other and lost ourselves in the moment of incestuous pleasure and at the thought of our future lovemaking. 

Christmas was coming. Great changes were coming -- some changes that we had planned and some changes we had no idea were approaching. None of that mattered at the moment -- we were mother and son, locked together in the carnal embrace that was the ultimate moment of unity for a man and a woman. It was the perfect moment, suspended in time -- so simple yet so complex -- a son and his mother making love and in love.

To be continued...



Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 05



Hi everyone! Sorry this chapter is so long in coming. Not entirely happy with it - it is a bit of a set up piece for Part 06. For newcomers, please read "Christmas with Mom" and New Year's with Mom and then begin the entire sequence of Mother and Son: A Love Story to get the entire scope of things.

Look forward to feedback. Positive or negative, its what I want to get, so please, let me know what you're thinking! I appreciate all the strong support you've lent this storyline. Enjoy! 

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Christmas time is a time that is replete with memories. Childhood memories of toys and Santa and Christmas trees and singing carols and eating all sorts of Christmas goodies, the images sometimes almost overwhelm you. For me all of those memories involve my Mom, the most loving and caring woman I have ever known. Truly, Mom is the wellspring of happiness that has blessed my life.

Just as powerful are my memories of Mom and I and our first Christmas together as lovers. Memories of Mom standing naked before me, backlit by the gentle glow of snow falling beyond the window behind her will stay with me forever. Mom naked on a quilt underneath my Christmas tree, legs spread wide as we make love. Those are memories I'll always treasure and their existence gives me hope that many more memories of the same will follow.

Mom drove up to Chicago three days before Christmas to bring me back home. As was tradition, she stayed the night so we could go shopping. We never made it to the big department stores or to the malls. We spent that night and most of the next day in bed, making love and listening to the weather reports.

It had been a little less than a month since we'd made love. Mom had drove me home for Thanksgiving and we gave thanks for being able to make love most of the long holiday weekend while the old Man and my brothers went deer hunting in Michigan. They were out the door before Thanksgiving dinner was digested Thursday afternoon, leaving Mom and me alone in the house for the next three glorious days. We made love in every room in the house I think, excepting for the messy pit that was my brothers' bedroom. We were both a little sore when Mom drove me back to Chicago Monday morning, but even so, we couldn't get enough of each other.

And despite just a month's absence, feeling Mom's body, soft and warm against mine, was like a man dying of thirst suddenly finding himself in a beautiful oasis. I let myself become besotted with Mom's luscious body. Now forty-three years old, Mom was more beautiful than ever. Mom's figure wasn't quite as zaftig as it had been a year ago, but Mom still possessed a voluptuous beauty with her heavy, gourd shaped breasts with thick, wide nipples that begged to be sucked on. Her legs were toned and shapely and between them was her thickly haired muff that hid her wet, fiery treasure box of a pussy.

All it took to get me hard was to see her lusty gaze, her brown-green eyes staring at me with such love and passion or to simply inhale her natural fragrance when I buried my face in her long, black hair; the hint of jasmine arousing me as no one else can. Mom is a powder keg of incestuous desire packaged in a sexy five foot, five inch frame. I don't see how any healthy male wouldn't fall in love with her instantly.

I was delighted to spend the evening of December 22 making love to Mom, her pussy wrapped tight around my cock and her legs wrapped tight around my back, the apartment filled with our mingled cries of passion as we tried to make up for a month's absence from each other. Other than whispered words of love, we rarely spoke as we fucked -- we didn't need to speak, we were linked heart and soul and we knew each other's thoughts as we gazed into each other's eyes and fucked as only a mother and son in love can fuck. 

When we paused to catch our breath, we would listen anxiously to the weather reports, but alas, a second miracle Christmas blizzard was not in the offing. It was with more than a little wistfulness that we left for home the following afternoon. Still, every moment I spend with Mom alone is a good moment and we had an enjoyable drive back to my hometown in western Illinois. We listened to Christmas songs on the radio and Mom, wearing a long denim skirt with a slit up one side kept me entertained as she slowly worked it up her legs, revealing her creamy thighs and finally her wild, thick bush.

"Mommy's got a tasty Christmas treat for her son if he's hungry," Mom cooed as she used two fingers to spread wide her thick lips and reveal the lovely, glistening pink flesh of her cunt.

I glanced over at Mom's pussy and licked my lips. "I'm always hungry for you, Mom, but not sure I can eat pussy and drive at the same time." I was having a real hard time keeping my eyes on the road. Can you blame me? "Maybe I should pull off somewhere?"

Mom giggled and scooted across the bench seat, her skirt still up around her waist, revealing her furry twat. "No, John. Keep driving and I'll feed you myself." I felt myself hardening as Mom slipped her hand back between her legs and began rubbing herself, slipping one and then two fingers into her wet snatch. Her other hand found its way into my crotch, rubbing my growing erection under my jeans.

Mom purred appreciatively, partly from liking what she was feeling in my pants, and partly from fingering her already wet pussy. After playing with herself for maybe a minute, Mom lifted her fingers to my mouth. 

I inhaled her scent, my nostrils flaring as I breathed the sweet, heady aroma of my mother's cunt. Mom pressed her wet, slick, pussy cream covered fingers against my lips and I sucked them into my mouth and licked them clean. I groaned happily as Mom took her fingers away. I've never tasted a woman as delicious as my mother. Mixed in with her creamy goodness was a hint of my own semen, not surprising as I had emptied my balls into her at least five times between one o'clock yesterday afternoon and two o'clock today.

We drove for the next hour that way, Mom fingering herself for a minute or two and then letting me suck her juices off her fingers. Gradually, Mom began to moan and sigh, working her fingers more vigorously in and out of her sopping wet pussy, filling the inside of the station wagon with her sexy scent. It was exciting to watch Mom pleasure herself and to taste her excitement with each sample of her juices literally dripping from her fingers.

The sun was setting and the light was dim inside our car as Mom finally cried out with orgasmic pleasure, hunching against her own fingers as she frantically and finally made herself cum. Traffic was light and the two lane road was straight, so as Mom squirmed on the seat next to me, I slipped one hand off the wheel and down along her soft thigh, my fingers sliding through her thick, curly hair and then into her wetness, finding and mingling with her fingers inside her hot, soaked pussy.

Mom cried out as she now had two additional fingers now teasing her insides. I counted three of her wriggling digits and between her gasps, I said in a teasing voice. "Between the two of us, you're getting a fist fuck, Mom!"

Mom could only sob in reply as her other hand clamped down on my wrist and began to pull it back and forth in a fucking motion until her orgasm went to a higher plain and she convulsed there on the seat next to me, lost for the moment in her orgasmic delight.

Then Mom's fingers were in my mouth and I was sucking off globs of her cream while she rose up and kissed my cheek and nuzzled my neck. When I was finished sucking her fingers clean, Mom's hand dropped to my crotch and she rubbed my aching hard-on anxiously while she continued to hunch herself on my fingers.

"Get off the road, son. Now! I need to taste you too," Mom sighed.

Luck was with me and I saw a small country church up ahead. I pulled off into its parking lot, stopping well away from the road. Mom was caught up in her arousal and before I had even put the car in park, she was furiously working my belt undone while squirming on my probing fingers. I scooted up and away from the wheel as Mom unzipped me, her hand freeing my aching cock. I groaned with long awaited anticipation as I felt Mom's soft breath on the head of my cock and then her wet tongue and then I was being swallowed as Mom began to suck me.

Mom's moans were stifled and soft, muffled by the meat between her lips, spurred on by my fingers as I plunged them in and out of her steamy, clasping cunt, curling them upwards as I sought out her G-spot. "Oh God, Mom! I love your mouth!" I groaned as Mom sucked and swirled her tongue over and around the head of my cock again and again. I had to laugh. I was certainly in the right place to send up a prayer of thanks for allowing me the privilege of being my Mom's lover.

Just knowing I was fingering my mother's cunt outside this little church was exciting and suddenly I had to taste Mom from the source. I eased her upwards as I stretched out on the bench seat and dropped her dripping cunt right on my face, my tongue spearing her drenched, pink flesh, slurping up the juices flooding her pussy. As I ate my mother out, I returned two fingers to her tender folds and again began to search for her sensitive places.

I pressed down on the right place and Mom squealed happily as her pussy suddenly flooded my face with her juices as I made her orgasm again. Mom sucked me furiously and after such an extended period of arousal, I was ready to explode and did so. "Cumming, Mom!" I cried as I sloppily lapped up her tasty cream. 

Long minutes passed as we both rode out our respective orgasms, Mom refusing to relinquish my penis until she had sucked and licked it clean of every bit of my semen. When I knew Mom couldn't take my probing fingers anymore, I slipped them from her quivering pussy and sucked her delectable creamy juices until my fingers were clean.

Mom and I kissed then, embracing each other tightly as we tasted ourselves on each other. We held each other for a long time, reveling in our love and both sending up to God our silent thanks for each other. "It's a pretty little church, isn't it, John?" Mom said.

"Yeah, it kinda reminds me of your old church back in Kentucky," I replied.

"Someday, son," Mom whispered. "Someday I'm going to marry you in front of God and everyone in a church like this." Even in the dark of early evening, I could see the fire in Mom's eyes -- the passion that made my heart swell with love and desire for her whenever I saw it.

I kissed Mom again, a tender lovers kiss. "Yes, you will marry me, Mom. It's meant to be, but just hearing you say it aloud is like the world's best Christmas present."

Mom made a cooing sound and melted into my arms and we kissed again until the cold air began to penetrate the car and then we reluctantly began to make our way home again.

Once we arrived at the house, Mom leaned over and kissed me again, her tongue dancing with mine and then playfully licking the tip of my nose before saying, "I have a surprise for you in your room."

When I asked her what it was, Mom just smiled and said, "Wait and see."

Inside, we were greeted by our family. My younger twin brothers doing the obligatory punching and roughhousing of their big brother and our father looking up from his Lazy boy chair and after taking a sip of beer saying grumpily, "I thought you'd be home in time to cook supper, Carrie." He gestured towards the kitchen. We ordered pizza. There's some left in the kitchen."

Mom and I exchanged a naughty grin and Mom replied, "No, thanks, John and I had something to eat on the road."

We sat and chatted awhile, catching up on my brothers' goings on as they went into the home stretch of senior year. I went over my own progress in school as I prepared to graduate in May. Not for the last time my father snorted in derision and said, "Yeah, there goes four years wasted and a lot of money down the drain. Good luck getting a job as a -- what the hell is it -- technical writer?" Dad rolled his eyes.

Normally, I would have done a slow burn and probably left the room and in truth I had planned to share this news with Mom alone first as a Christmas surprise, but the moment was too sweet. "Actually, Dad, I been interviewed by several companies and I already have two job offers." I looked over at Mom and added as her eyes grew wider with surprise. "One of the companies is near Lexington, Kentucky, Mom -- not too far from where you grew up."

Mom's hands flew to her mouth and for a moment I thought she might cry. Then she came across the room and hugged me. "Oh, John! That's wonderful, just wonderful!" It felt good and it felt strange to have Mom hugging me like that in front of Dad. I liked it.

Mom turned and looked at the old Man. "Well, Frank. Tell your son congratulations for heaven's sake."

Dad looked mildly irritated, but he stood up and shook my hand. "Good, um, work. Be glad to have you paying your own way." He turned and headed for the stairs, mumbling something about the world going to hell these days.

Mom hugged me again, kissing me on my cheek. The twins whacked me on the back and headed down to their bedroom in the basement. When they had turned thirteen, they had begged Mom to let them move down there so they could have more room for their combined junk. Between the weight equipment, ping-pong table, their beds and assorted sports clutter, it looked more like a testosterone tinged thrift shop than a bedroom. Hey, it made them happy.

Mom and I headed upstairs. Alone for the moment, our hands found each other as we walked up the steps. "Are you ready for your surprise?" Mom asked as we approached my old room.

I raised an eyebrow and looked around. I could hear the old Man messing around in the hall bathroom. "Right now, here, with everyone around?" I replied.

Mom smiled and said, "Well, at least the first part of your surprise." She pointed towards my door. "Go ahead, John."

I opened the door and stopped -- a little amazed. "Wow!" I said. There in my room was a full sized Christmas tree, next to the window that looked out into the street. It was decorated and lit up. "Mom, it's beautiful." I said. For some reason, my heart was pounding as so many memories from last Christmas flooded my thoughts.

"Isn't that the silliest shit you ever saw?" Dad came up from behind us. He looked over our shoulders at the tree in my room and then shook his head in disgust. "One tree is bad enough, but your mother thought it would look cute up here." He let his voice rise to a falsetto and said, "It looks Christmassy!"

Mom ignored him, her eyes on me, full of passion and love. "I like it. No, I love it," I said in reply. "Thanks, Mom!" I leaned over and kissed her on the corner of her mouth. 

Mom's face flushed, partly I think from my near brazen expression of my love for her and partly out of her own love for me. Neither of us paid Dad much attention as he headed for the stairs, muttering, "Figures, you two are just alike -- got your damn heads in the clouds. John's definitely your son, Carrie."

Mom's hand linked up with mine again as Dad disappeared downstairs and she pulled herself into my embrace. "Yes, you are definitely my son, John...and so much more, thank God. I love you, son."

"I love you, Mom," I replied and we kissed as only passionate lovers can, pulling each other tighter until we could feel our hearts pounding in unison. When we finally parted, we were both breathing heavily. After trying to sate our appetite for each other the last couple of days, we were both as anxious as honeymooners to have each other again.

"I really do love the tree, Mom. It is Christmassy!" I said. "Um, you said something about this just being the first part of my surprise?"

Mom grinned and ran her hands over the throbbing bulge in my jeans. "Patience, son -- Christmas is almost here and you never know what Santa might leave under your Christmas tree on Christmas morning."

I started to say something in reply, but we heard the phone ring and a few moments later, the old man bawling, "Carrie, the phone! I think it's your sister."

Mom rolled her eyes and then kissed me again and whispered, "Later, son."

The next day was extremely busy as Mom hurried around, getting things ready for Christmas dinner. She rarely was able to leave the kitchen, despite my help. Of course, I probably slowed her down as we would pause to kiss and make out whenever a chance arose. 

We'd hoped for a little quiet time, but it being Christmas Eve, all of Dad's cronies were also doing the family thing and even his favorite bar/bowling alley closed early. Additionally, a few of Dad's relatives lived in town and were in and out all day as well and it's really hard trying to feel your mother up when there are youngsters screaming around the house at any given moment.

The evening ended quietly enough. The twins went out with friends to go sledding and Dad sullenly worked his way through a 12-pack of beer while watching Christmas themed television shows. Mom and I sat on the couch, as near to each other as decorum would allow. Around ten o'clock, snow began to fall and the weatherman soon confirmed that we would get a Christmas snow. "Not as much as last year's blizzard, but a good five or six inches of snow by morning. So, go to bed, kids. Santa is already on his way!" the weatherman told us cheerfully.

Despite Dad's protestations, Mom turned out all the lights except for the family Christmas tree and she and I watched the snow fall through the big bay window in the living room while Dad drank beer and alternately watched and dozed through Aliaster Sim's version of 'A Christmas Carol.' In the dimness as we watched the lovely snowfall, Mom's hand somehow found its way into mine. Amazing how much love can be communicated just through the gentle squeeze of a hand.

Shortly before Midnight, Mom announced she was going to bed. She stood up, leaned over and kissed me softly on the corner of my mouth, mouthing the words, "I love you, John," and told the Old Man goodnight. He was somewhere around his tenth or eleventh beer and what he said back wasn't real intelligible.

I watched old Scrooge wake up Christmas morning to a fresh start on life and wishing my father, Merry Christmas, I went to my room as well. I wasn't sleepy and was edgy and horny as hell, knowing Mom was just down the hall. I got out and wrapped gifts, placing one of them under the Christmas tree. I read for a little while, but finally just turned out all the lights, but for my Christmas tree and stretched out on my bed in a t-shirt and shorts and watched the lights twinkle and the snow fall through the window beyond.

Near one A.M. I heard the twins come in. They were laughing and giggling and more than a bit noisy as they stumbled around the kitchen. I heard Mom's door open and her footsteps in the hall and then down the stairs. I guess she read the boys the riot act because the last noise I heard from them was them retreating to their basement bedroom.

In a bit I heard Mom's footsteps again on the stairs and in the hall, stopping in front of my door. I felt my heart beat faster as I heard her lightly knock on the door and then step inside, closing the door quietly behind her. Mom looked lovely as always even though she was wearing her old flannel robe that she'd had for as long as I could remember. She had a heavy comforter in her arms that she tossed into a chair.

"Merry Christmas, son," Mom said in a breathless voice. "Happy anniversary, sweetheart." Mom undid the sash of her robe and then shrugged it off her shoulders. I sat up quick as Mom's body, dressed in a diaphanous white negligee. Remember this, John?" Mom asked me, a lusty gleam in her eyes.

I was off the bed in a second, rushing to my barely clad mother, admiring the way her lush body filled out the almost transparent nightgown. Low cut and offering an almost completely unfettered view of her breasts, nipples swollen and prominent. The gauzy material did little to hide her curvy legs or the unruly thatch of hair between her porcelain thighs.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 05



I took Mom in my arms. "Our first night as lovers, Mom," I said in a voice thick with emotion. "You're as beautiful now as you were that first night." I kissed Mom -- my lips opening to the touch of her tongue, sucking her tongue into my mouth and caressing it with my own tongue. I tightened my embrace, pulling Mom against me -- feeling the heat of her body melding with mine. 

Our kiss seemed to go on and on, as if we were afraid that it might be our last and we had to make it last as long as we could. Our tongues swirled madly against each other, our breathing growing heavy as our passion grew. Already, I could smell Mom's arousal, wafting upwards from her wet cunt, mingling with that ever present hint of jasmine, a sweet scent I will treasure until the end of my days. My cock swelled within my shorts, seeking escape, seeing to press against and into my mother's loving flesh.

When our kiss finally ended, Mom gasped in a whisper, "I love you, son. Make love to me. It's Christmas -- it's our night. Make love to me right now." For emphasis, Mom again pressed her lips against mine, her ardent kiss making me lightheaded even as her hands probed and began to work my shorts down.

My cock sprung free and was in Mom's hand and she began to rub it against her belly, pressing her silk covered body against mine. "What if we get caught?" I said softly as Mom ended the kiss and yanked my shirt over my head, her lips kissing me on the chest, tongue rolling over my own pebbled nipples.

Mom kissed me again, a hungry kiss that nipped at my lips. "I don't care, John. All I know is this is our anniversary -- our first anniversary and I want my son to fuck me, right here, right now under our Christmas tree."

One hand still wrapped around my erect dick, Mom turned and reached for the comforter she'd brought in. With a flick of her wrist, she unfolded it and flung it in the general direction of the tree. My mother kissed me again and as we again were locked in a lover's kiss, she walked us over towards our blinking tree. Mom's hand gently stroked up and down on my throbbing penis while she used her feet to kick open and spread out the comforter. She walked us a few steps to the bed where she seized the pillows and tossed them onto the spread out blanket.

"I love you, John. Make love to me. Fuck me, son. Fuck me right now. Fuck me, John. Fuck me." Mom whispered her incestuous words with an almost religious intensity. Mom began to sink onto the blanket, pulling me down with her, squatting and then lying back as her legs spread out, taking me to rest between them, even as she somehow managed to pull her negligee over her head. "Fuck me, son. Promise me that on Christmas you will always make love to me, John."

I eased myself down on top of Mom, feeling her thighs pull back alongside my hips, rolling her hips upward, her thick hairy muff tickling my aching erection and then pressing upwards to reveal Mom's heat, Mom's wetness and Mom's need. "I love you so much, Mom," I said as I felt my chest press into her meaty tits. "Merry Christmas, Mom. I love youuu." My last word came out in a moan as the head of my cock found Mom's pussy, slick and open with desire and then I was thrusting and I was inside my mother once again, home where I belonged.

Mom moaned, lifting her head to muffle her own cries by kissing me. I felt her fingernails dig into my back as with one long, slow movement, I buried my cock deep in her motherly cunt. Mom thrust her pelvis up to meet my cock's movement and to help me go deeper all that more quickly. Mom's ankles brushed my asscheeks and then her heels dug in, using that leverage to open herself to me even more, to help my cock get deeper into her womb.

It was that perfect erotic and incestuous moment where need and desire become pleasure, indescribably delicious as man and woman join to become one. My cock sank through Mom's hot, creamy flesh which tightened around my shaft, embracing it lovingly as she took all of me. For an indeterminate amount of time, we were suspended in that perfect incestuous embrace, unable and unwilling to move, our kiss growing more passionate as we savored the intense pleasure that grows in intensity every time we make love. 

Mom's nipples, already thick and swollen, seemed to grow even more erect against my chest. Through her heavy breasts, flattened out by my weight, I could feel her heart beat wildly, it's frantic pace matched by my own.

As our kiss ended and I frantically gasped for air, Mom's head rolled back on the pillow, her eyes almost closed as she grinned with a near obscene leer, a soft and almost animal like groan of sexual satisfaction escaping her lips.

My arms went under hers and then I curled them around to grip her shoulders, using the position for leverage as I slowly withdrew my cock halfway and then thrust back into Mom's steaming pussy.

As only lovers can, we began to move as one -- my cock slipping in and out of Mom's loving cunt as she worked her vaginal muscles, her silky slick sugar walls clinging greedily to my shaft, creating that unique, incredibly pleasurable friction that grew with each movement of our bodies. Our eyes were locked on each other, we shared short, quick, tender kisses intermixed with longer, passionate soul kisses that seemed to go on forever. Mom's arms and legs tightened around me, pressing our suddenly sweat slick bodies tighter.

In between kisses, Mom would bite her lower lip (such a sexy overbite!), and sigh or moan. If my thrusts made her cry out louder, she would rush to kiss me, let her own moan fade on my lips. Mom, with her black hair spread out on the pillow, looked like an angel, the lights of the tree playing off her fair skin, enhancing the sparkle in her eyes. I felt my heart and soul become lost in her eyes, taking me in and enveloping me in her love, never to let me go. 

Our pleasure built as we fucked, our movements picking up speed and intensity. The liquid fire of Mom's pussy, enveloping my cock seemed to spread -- the flames of our incestuous desire for each other raced through our veins, consuming us as we drove each other closer to the immolation of pure, incestuous love and pleasure. 

Mom's tongue thrust into my mouth, frantically dueling my own as she began to cry out her overwhelming joy at once again being brought to orgasm by her oldest son. Mom's cunt walls clamped down around my cock. I was buried inside Mom's womb to the root, feeling my own orgasm breaking through as her steamy flesh massaged my cock shaft. There was a flood of wetness, like a scalding stream of sweet and deliciously fragrant oil bathing my cock and then I answered with my own -- my cock head swelling and then spraying Mom's pussy with jet after jet of my hot semen.

Our bodies clinched even tighter and seemed to freeze in the sweet moment of our incestuous orgasm. As we kissed, our tongues intertwined, we both had our eyes opened, staring into each other's souls and seeing the deep love that we had for each other. We clung to each other out of desire and out of need for each other and most of all out of love for each other. Mom and I both knew that in each other's arms was where we were meant to be, now and forever.

As we calmed down, I moved to take my weight off Mom, but she tightened her legs around me to maintain her grip. "Son, are you really going to take a job with the E_____ company? In Lexington? You'll be moving to Lexington?"

I smiled, nodded and said, "No, we'll be moving to the old home place. Together. Forever."

Tears rolled down Mom's face as she tried to laugh and cry at the same time. All she could manage to say was "Yes, together." 

The last thing I remember was Mom in my arms after I slipped out of her, both of us cuddling on the quilt and I had yanked my blankets off the bed to cover us. I whispered, "I love you so much, Mom."

Mom's head was resting on my chest, her hand on my stomach, just above my pubic hair. She turned to kiss my cheek and replied, "I love you, son. Merry Christmas." We fell asleep, finding everything we needed to be happy in each other's embrace.

When I woke, it was early morning. A grayish light shone through the window, but even the dim and gloomy morning light did nothing to detract from Mom's beauty. Mom was lying next to me, her head propped up on her elbow watching me. 

"Good morning, sweetheart," Mom said quietly. She leaned over me, her breasts mashing against my chest and side, and kissed me, a gentle lover's kiss.

"Merry Christmas, Mom," I answered, reaching out to pull her close again to kiss her again. "What time is it?"

"Early still. Nobody will be up for a while."

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Watching my son sleep." Mom replied. "I used to love watching you sleep when you were little." Mom reached out and brushed my hair off my forehead. "I missed it when you got to be older. I'm glad to be able to do it again."

We kissed again, Mom halfway rolling on top of me, her naked body warm and soft against mine. We necked under the blankets for a bit, but we both knew that she needed to leave soon. In any case, it was a fine way to wake up Christmas morning, kissing and caressing the woman I love.

Finally the moment came that we both knew Mom should get up or we would be discovered. I hated that feeling. I wished we could simply go public with our love for each other, but I knew deep down that for now, we had to be satisfied with what we had.

Mom sat up, the blankets falling away as she raised her arms and stretched, pulling her breasts up in a fine display. She looked so sexy, I couldn't resist reaching up and cupping one hefty and meaty globe, slowly rubbing Mom's thick nipple with a finger.

Mom giggled and swatted my hand away. "God, you know that makes me nuts. I better get going before the twins get moving around and looking for breakfast."

I reached out and took Mom's hand. "Can you wait a second, Mom. I think Santa left you something under the tree."

Mom laughed and said, "Oh really?" She reached under the blankets and found my hard cock. She stroked it slowly. "Maybe he left me a tree from the size of this."

I sighed happily but turned and reached out further under the tree and pulled out the present I had left there the night before. "Merry Christmas, Mom." I said, giving her a kiss as I handed it to her. "I wanted to give you this while we're alone.

Mom cooed and turned it over in her hands. "Baby, you shouldn't have." Mom tore the wrapping off to reveal a small, oblong box. "John, what have you done?" Mom said in an anxious voice. She opened it and gasped. She held up the double string of pearls. "Oh my goodness. They're beautiful! Son, you spent too much!"

"Lots of overtime and weekends this fall, Mom," I said. "And you know what a bargain hunter I am." Truthfully, it was a bargain. I had found the necklace in a pawn shop and had haggled with the dealer for half an hour before we settled on a price. Myself, I didn't feel it was too much money to spend, besides, working all those extra hours had helped me get through all those long, lonely weeks without Mom.

"Here, let me help you with them." Mom turned around and I slipped the pearls around her neck and did up the clasp.

Mom turned back and I helped her get the strands arranged. I realized that there is little one can do to improve the beauty of a naked woman, but pearls...well as they rested against her chest, drawing attention to her flawless skin and to her magnificent mature breasts, the pearls seemed to compliment Mom's natural loveliness.

"Well?" Mom said eagerly. "How do they look.?"

I climbed to my feet, Mom snickered as my now erect penis swayed in front of her. "Come and see, Mom," I said, holding out my hand to her. 

I led Mom over to the mirror hanging on the wall. Mom stared at her own naked body, running a finger over the strands. I stood behind my mother, my cock, pressing into the cleft between her soft cheeks. I slipped my arms around her waist and we both stared at ourselves. Yes, there is something a little extra erotic about a woman wearing nothing but a pearl necklace. I kissed Mom on the shoulder. "See, Mom? You look beautiful."

Mom shivered and leaned back against me. "Well, I can tell you like how they look." Mom admired them for a moment again and then said, "Thank you, darling." She raised an eyebrow and tried for a chagrined look. "And I didn't bring you a present." Mom turned around in my arms, her breasts sweeping deliciously across my skin, her nipples hard as diamonds.

I kissed Mom and replied, "I think I had my present last night. And I really, enjoyed it!"

Mom's hand trailed down my chest and found its way to my hard cock. "Well, maybe I can give you a little something extra right now. Besides, I haven't had breakfast, John."

Mom slipped out of my embrace, lowering herself into a squatting position. Let me tell you, Mom never looked hotter. She looked up at me with her beautiful eyes and said, "If I wasn't so hungry for your cum, I might just get me another pearl necklace, John."

Mom took me entire her mouth and I groaned as my hands cupped her head, fingers intertwining with the strands of her dark hair. In the growing light of Christmas morning, I looked down to the cock swelling sight of my mother staring intently up at me as her lips engulfed my shaft and slid back and forth wetly while her tongue did things to my cock that made my knees weak. As Mom sucked me, she fondled my balls gently, a fingernail gently scratching that sensitive, ticklish place just behind my testicles. 

Mom truly is a cocksucking artist, varying her pace as she made her loving blowjob last and last. Mom was aware of the visual aspect of sucking cock as well, making sure to come up for air once in a while, letting me slip from her warm, wet mouth so she could lewdly lick and kiss the head of my cock, slick with her saliva and my precum and not once did Mom take her eyes off my face, a naughty grin flashing and showing me that she was enjoying this as much as I was.

With a loud slurp, Mom took me back in her mouth, demonstrating once again her ability to deep throat me, taking me until my pubic hair was ticking her nose. With my cock wedged in her throat, Mom would make a happy, gurgling sound that made me reach out and touch the wall in order to keep my balance.

It was at that moment that we both heard the old Man thumping up the stairs, hacking and coughing. I started to pull back, but Mom's hands were quickly cupping my ass cheeks and she subtly shook her head and continued to suck my cock, unhurried by any outside concerns. In fact, as Mom continued to stare up at me lovingly, she seemed to be smiling, her eyes full of delight at our carnal behavior with Dad stomping down the hall.

We heard the bathroom door open and close. Mom never slowed down. Her tongue continued to dance around the crown of my cock, swirling here and teasing there, sanding over my piss slit in such a way that I felt the pressure begin to build. "Mom," I said softly. "I'm going to cum."

"Mmmmmmm!" Mom hummed as her tongue continued to flutter over the head of my cock. She began sucking me furiously and then it felt like my cock head was swelling to bursting and then I was cumming -- powerful gouts of hot semen flooding Mom's mouth. I felt her lips tighten around my shaft, locking me in place as she gulped down my seed. Mom's fingernails dug slightly into my ass cheeks as she continued to suck and swallow while I whimpered in sheer delight at the expression of incestuous love on my mother's face.

Long after I was drained, Mom continued to suck me, making sure she had taken every precious drop of my sperm that she could and then lovingly she licked me clean and smiled up at me. ""This is so unfair. I just realized that that's the second Christmas present I've gotten from you this morning." Mom said, licking her lips with her semen smeared tongue.

I pulled Mom to her feet and gave her a kiss, tasting myself on her lovely lips. "No complaints here, Mom. I love the way you celebrate Christmas."

We both knew that our lovely Christmas morning was over, but neither of us wanted it to end. We continued to kiss as I helped Mom with her sleek and sheer negligee and then with true regret, I helped her slip on her old flannel robe.

"I love you so much, Mom. Thank you for the last wonderful year," I said as I slipped my arms around her one more time.

As I pulled her in for another kiss, Mom replied, "This is just the beginning, son. We're going to have a lifetime of wonderful years together. I love you, John." We kissed, a long slow kiss that neither of us wanted to end, but alas, it did. My heart filled with a sort of melancholy as Mom slipped quietly out the door. Any place that didn't have Mom to brighten it with her presence always seems a little sad to me.

Much to my surprise, when I went downstairs to get a bit of breakfast, Mom was wearing her pearls. Mom had on navy jeans that emphasized her lovely ass and a Christmas sweater, very red with a scoop neck that drew attention to her voluptuous cleavage and her new pearl necklace.

We were alone and I gave Mom a kiss on the back of her neck that made her sigh and then a kiss on the lips that made me hard again. As Mom handed me a glass of orange juice, I said, "You look lovely, Mom. But..."

"But what?" Mom replied.

"How are you going to explain these?"

Mom snorted and rolled her eyes. "Please, baby -- like your father or your brothers are even going to notice. Mom leaned in and kissed me again. "And if they do, I'll tell them I got them from my wonderful oldest son." Mom looked into my eyes with a fierce determination that might make most men quake. "I'm not embarrassed or ashamed in the slightest. None of them treat me with any more respect than they would a hired maid -- maybe even worse. I lived with that for years, but you brought me back to life, my dear son and lover. They don't like it, fuck them."

I have to confess. Mom's words thrilled me. I wanted to make love to her right then and there. Alas, that we heard Dad come coughing and snorting back down the stairs, dressed, but looking bleary eyed. 

Mom handed him a cup of coffee and said, "Merry Christmas, Frank." 

The old Man mumbled something that sounded like "Sure," and took his cup and went back into the living room. A moment later, we heard the television come on. Mom rolled her eyes again, then smiled and kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. We kissed, arms around each other until we heard footsteps coming up from the basement.

Mom, with my help, fixed a big breakfast and the good smells of it even drew the Old Man into the kitchen. After eating our breakfast feast, our family retired to the living room (it had been a long time since Christmas began early morning with the whole family opening presents under the Christmas tree. Of course, nowadays, Mom and I have our own traditions, began so many years ago.

Mom (and officially, Dad, although I am positive, he never lifted a hand to do any shopping), had music albums for the twins, as well as the obligatory clothes and bottles of aftershave. The twins gave Mom a box of chocolates and the same perfume they'd been giving her for the last six years -- not the one she favored. 

I got the twins new albums as well and tickets to see the Cubs in May. Dad I gave an antique casting spinner I had found in a second hand store on the Chicago's South Side one that actually worked. I think it was the first honest and happy smile I had been the cause on the Old Man's face in several years. He actually said, "Thank you, son."

For me, there was cologne as well, a brand Mom had long told me that she found sexy when I wore it and a beautiful sweater and to a brand new watch. Inside the watch case was a little note and I felt my face flush a bit and looked up to see Mom smiling at me evilly. The note read, "Just a little something to help you count down the hours, minutes and seconds until we're free to fuck each other's brains out forever! Love, Mom!" I know I had a big grin on my face as I exclaimed, "Thanks!" 




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 05



Dad feeling gregarious and as he had so often done in the past, took credit for my present and spoke up for both him and Mom and said, "My pleasure." Mom grinned with amusement and gave me a sly wink that made my cock throb with pleasure.

Mom was a little surprised when I handed her an envelope and said, "Merry Christmas, Mom." 

She opened it and pulled out the contents, giving a little gasp as she said, "Tickets to see Chicago (the rock group)! New Year's Eve! John, how did you get these? They must have cost a fortune!"

I shrugged and said in my best Chicago accent, "Hey, I know somebody who knows somebody." Truthfully, my boss at the distributorship got the tickets from the club, but his wife had made plans for dinner at some county club for New Year's Eve and had sold them to me. "You and Dad can paint the town and party in Chicago this New Year's." Mom's face went wide with surprise when I said that, but I gave her a reassuring wink and begin to count to ten.

I made it to three before the Old Man blustered. "To hell with that. I got plans already. I already told you, Carrie. I'm taking the boys ice fishing up in Minnesota. Blair's got a cabin up there we're going to stay in, just like last year."

Mom struggled to keep a grin on her face and said with a plaintive tone. "Well, what am I supposed to do, Frank? I can't go alone?"

The Old Man shrugged (and I suddenly realized we do that the same way), and said, "Well, you were going to run John back up on the second of January anyway. Go up early and let him go with you. Hell, he got the tickets for you, anyway."

Mom frowned and then nodded her head. "I guess I could do that. John, you okay with that? You mind spending New Year's Eve with your mother?"

I grinned and shrugged. "I guess so, Mom. Sounds all right with me." And I winked again. Merry Christmas at the Hamilton House!

Later on in the day, I was in the kitchen again with Mom. The twins had gone off to see how their friends had made out for Christmas and Dad was watching the Football game in between naps. Mom had put on a wonderful Christmas dinner and I was helping her clean up the kitchen. We washed and dried and snuck in kisses and the occasional goose. 

We'd put the last of the dishes up and Mom was leaning against the sink while I kissed her. As much as I love having Mom's pussy wrapped around my cock, there is something to be said for the sweet and simple pleasure of having your mother's lips pressed against yours, with or without tongue. I had one denim covered leg between Mom's slightly spread legs and as we kissed, she slowly rubbed her jean covered mound against my thigh. Even through her jeans, I could feel Mom's heat.

"Somebody think's they're clever," Mom said, her hand on my chest. "What would you have done if your father had said he'd take me to the show?"

I laughed and shaking my head, said, "I don't know. Pistols at dawn. Winner keeps the most beautiful woman in the world?" I stroked a finger down Mom's cheek and across her luscious lips. "It sucks to say it, but, we both know how the Old Man is. I never had a doubt that on New Year's Eve you and I would be together. And now we can be ourselves, lost in the crowd, being the lovers we are."

Mom kissed my finger, rolling her lips around it and then nipping it playfully. "You're right of course. We live a bit dangerously, don't we?" Mom sucked on my finger, slowly as if it were my cock, her eyes always looking into my eyes. She let me slip from her mouth and pushed off the sink, her arms going up and around my neck. "We have to, don't we? We have to because we're meant to be together."

Mom kissed me then, pressing her mouth fiercely to mine, her tongue hungrily searching out mine. I pulled her tighter against me, relishing the softness and warmth of her body. We were meant to be together. Nothing ever felt so right then or now. Our hearts seemed to beat as one, driving the blood through our bodies, driving the lusty thoughts that quickly inflamed our need for each other.

Not for the first time was I amazed at how the wildfire of incestuous passion came over us both. Without thinking, without saying a word, Mom and I were caught up in our immediate carnal desires. 

Mom's hands dropped to my waist and began fumbling at my jeans. She broke the kiss suddenly, a string of saliva stretching between our mouths as she looked into my eyes and gasped, "Fuck me, lover. Fuck me now, John!"

I reached out for Mom's hand and rolled my eyes up towards the ceiling, ready to lead her upstairs. Mom shook her head as she undid my jeans and unzipped me. "I want my son to fuck me right here, right now!" she hissed. Mom undid her jeans and pushed them down over her hips, her panties, right along with them. I caught a pungent whiff of her aroused cunt and any doubts or concerns went right out the window. 

Mom stepped out of her jeans and kicked them away, looking incredibly erotic naked from the waist down except for a cute pair of white ankle socks. Her thick bush glistened with her juices and she again hissed quietly, "C'mon, John. Give your mother what she needs -- a good Christmas day fucking!"

My jeans were down around my ankles now and I kicked them off to join Mom's pants in a crumpled heap. My cock was throbbing and erect, anxious to be buried in Mom's warmth. Mom's arms came up around my neck again and she hunched herself against me, her moist and blossoming wide labia rubbing wetly against my thigh and cock. My hands came up and squeezed Mom's heavy breasts through her sweater and I kissed her hard, forcing my tongue into her mouth

I felt Mom's left leg lift, her thigh rubbing against mine. I dropped my hand to her meaty ass cheeks and lifted her slightly while bending my knees. Mom's other leg came up, leaving her suspended in my hands. I felt my cock trapped between our bodies and rubbing against her soft belly, then through thick, crinkly hair and then wetness, sweet, hot wetness and my hard erection knew its way home and then Mom moaned into my mouth as my cockhead found the opening to her steamy cunt and drove upwards into her welcoming flesh.

Using the sink behind her as a support, Mom wrapped her luscious legs around my waist and impaled herself on my long cock, breaking the kiss and arching her back as she ground herself into me, her teeth clenched as she struggled not to moan as I plunged ever deeper into her cunt until our pubic hair tangled together and I felt her wetness against my groin. 

It was a sweet moment, our mother-son lust mingling with the thrill of being discovered. The Old Man, Mom's husband and my father sat not fifteen feet away, oblivious to our love making just as he had become oblivious to the beautiful, sexual woman that was about to escape his life.

Planting my feet firmly, I whispered, "I love you so much, Mom!" as I began to slowly thrust into her, my hands on her waist, helping brace her as I fucked her creamy pussy. Mom's breasts bounced above and underneath her red sweater, her new pearls looking so enticing on the exposed portion of her neck and chest. I leaned in, pulling Mom close and began kissing her neck and upper chest, my tongue rolling across the exposed swells of her breasts.

Mom's hands became entangled in my hair and she held me close, shuddering from the quick, hard strokes of my stiff penis and shivering from my loving kisses and licks and nibbles on her chest and throat. I felt her lips kissing my ear and her lovely voice gasping softly, "I love you, John, sweet lover son. I love you too!" Mom tightened her legs around me, trying to get me deeper inside her as she flexed and worked her cunt muscles, massaging my cock in her liquid, velvety heat.

On and on we fucked, our lust and love consuming us, making us ignorant to the world around us. It simply didn't exist. Mom urged my face upwards and I was looking into her lovely eyes, pools of love that became the center of my existence as our bodies slapped into each other again and again. We kissed and within that kiss as our tongues made love on their own, I felt the moan growing in Mom's throat. Mom's thighs tightened against me as her cunt began to spasm, clenching my cock in it's velvet grip and bathing it anew with her fiery creams. 

As Mom began to orgasm, I tried to hold out, but her body urged me to cum and I did, going rigid, trying to thrust as deeply into her womb as possible as my cock began to gush streamer after streamer of hot, thick semen. It was that exquisite mutual orgasm -- the one where we merge into one being, one consciousness, almost able to read each other's thoughts, sharing our individual pleasures and creating something greater, something eternal. It seemed to go on and on -- our hearts racing, our bodies covered in fuck sweat, tears running down our face from the sheer power of our incestuous lovemaking.

Long minutes passed before I was willing to let Mom out of my grip. Finally, with both of us trembling with effort and gasping for air, I sat Mom down. We stood there in the kitchen, Mom's arms around my neck for support, her head against my chest, holding each other up as we found ourselves mortals again.

Finally, Mom looked up at me. "Son, I will never get tired of that! You do know how to fuck a woman!"

I kissed her on the forehead and replied, "I know how to fuck my mother. She's taught me well."

Giggling like naughty children, we gathered up our jeans and naked from the bottom down, walked quietly passed the living room where the Old Man sat oblivious and ignorant of the passion and love and lust that had been burning just a few feet away. Up the stairs we crept, my hand cupping Mom's ass as we went.

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So went our Christmas holidays. Days spent secretly or blatantly seeking opportunities to make love. Dad and the twins did their thing, ignoring Mom as they had done for years, while I strove to make every second with her count. It was none too soon that we drove back to Chicago where at last we could be the real us -- a happy, loving couple.

New Year's Eve found us together. My most enduring memory of that night is of us dancing at the club, listening to the words of one of our favorite band's favorite songs. Mom really outdid herself, dressing up to please me and to let the exhibitionist sexuality of her nature shine. 

Mom's party dress was sinfully hot -- a sexy red dress -- short and strapless like last year. This one had a plunging V-neckline that put all but perhaps a third of her magnificent breasts on view for all the world to see and short enough to show off her sexy legs, especially with the four inch heels. Mom had also decided to perm her dark hair, so that it fell past her shoulders in a cascade of curls. She looked like some perfect incarnation of a goddess -- and to me, that was what Mom was and is -- the goddess of my heart.

There were other couples out on the dance floor, but we might as well have been alone, lost in our own world, caught up in the music and each other. "As time goes on, I realize, just what you mean to me." Never were truer words spoken or sung. Mom and I danced the night away, sure in each other's love, knowing that we would always have each other, bodies close together, aroused by the simple presence of each other, confident in the knowledge that as light dawned on the first day of the New Year, Mom and I would be making love, Mom's legs spread wide, my cock in her motherly pussy, knowing that this was just the beginning -- the first wonderful day of the rest of our lives, lives that would be spent together as mother and son, lovers and eventually husband and wife.

We had no clue that fate was about to take a hand in our lives...

To be continued...



Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 06



At long last, here is Part Six of this story. It has been the hardest story to get finished, partly for personal reasons and partly, well, I just kept hitting the fabled writer's block. I am not totally happy with it and I will be interested in your take on it. I look forward to your comments.

As always, all characters are fictional and exist only within the confines of the story and in my imagination. Enjoy!





One of the darkest places I think anyone can find themselves is inside an intensive care ward in the early morning hours watching someone die. So it was in late February, at three o'clock on a bitter cold morning that I found myself with my family. The room was silent except for the "fshhhing" sounds of machines hooked to my father. Mom was wide awake and watching from a chair across the room, my twin brothers dozing on each side of her while I sat next to my father watching as the numbers on his monitor crept slowly downward. Hooked up the ventilator and God knows how many tubes and wires, Dad looked small and frail, nothing like the large, fierce man I spent most of my life despising.

Somewhere over the Midwest, Aunt Debbie was flying in, but I knew she would never make it before her hated brother passed on. Molly, darling Molly was probably asleep in the ICU waiting room, exhausted from sharing our vigil and from the long, late night drive to bring me home to witness the passing of my father.

Dad had been out ice fishing with his buddies, sitting in their little shack, listening to the Bulls on the radio, occasionally pulling a trout out of the icy water and drinking and smoking with little restraint. His best buddy told me that my old man had requested a beer and that by the time he had retrieved one from the cooler that my father had slumped over, face distorted as he fell victim to a massive stroke.

That was almost two days ago. Another stroke had come rushing in on the coattails of the first and Dad had slipped into a coma. The doctors made sympathetic noises and didn't pull any punches when they said it was only a short matter of time.

I wasn't sure what to make of all the emotions churning inside me – perhaps most of all, the realization that for all the hard words over the years, for all the hatred I had inside me for the way he treated Mom and despite the pride I took in claiming his wife and my mother as my own woman, I was amazed to still realize that I loved the old bastard. I was still his son – something I think I had forgotten as the years passed by.

One look at Mom told me that she was struggling with the same feelings. On one hand, she looked at me with such devotion and love it almost burst my heart. On the other hand, I could see the pain in her eyes as she watched him fading away...pain and regret and yes, love. 

The monitor began to beep and a nurse came into the room and checked it over, shaking her head as she watched his numbers sink lower by the minute. "It won't be long now," She said to Mom and me. She tried to smile sympathetically and failed miserably. "Probably just a few minutes." The nurse left us to watch the numbers drop and drop.

Dad began to gasp – the nurses had warned us this would be the final sign. Mom roused the twins from their fitful sleep and we gathered around the bed. The twins each had hold of one of our father's hands and tears began to flow. Mom and I stood at the end of the hospital bed, Mom easing against me as I put an arm around her waist. I was surprised to find myself wiping tears out of my eyes. 

In a strong voice, Mom called out. "It's time, Frank – let go. Be at rest." My father's monitor numbers flatlined a few seconds later, he let out one last long breath and was silent. Mom sighed and whispered, "Oh, Frank." The twins turned towards Mom and rushed for her. She took them in her arms and let them cry out their pain while I stood behind her, hands on her shoulders, just wanting her to know I was there.

The nurse came back in and quietly shut off the monitors, made note of the time and whispered softly, "Take all the time you need to say your goodbyes." When the twins had cried themselves out, they each went to our father and kissed him on the forehead. Mom leaned over his body and gave him a kiss, lips barely brushing his. I went last, a shuddering sigh washing over me as I reached down and took his cooling hand and kissed it. I felt like I should say something, but in death, so much like life, my father and I had nothing to say to each other.

We were shown to a small room where Mom met with a funeral home worker and arranged for the Old Man to be transported. I took on the responsibility of calling my father's siblings and letting them know he'd passed away. 

We then joined Molly outside the ICU. She looked at me, the question in her eyes and I nodded. "Oh, Sugar. I'm sorry." she whispered, embracing me and then Mom and then because they looked like they needed it, the twins. "Anything I can do, please just tell me," Molly whispered, taking my hand as we headed for the elevator.

I squeezed her hand and as we followed Mom, her arms around the boys, replied, "You already are, Molly."

And that was true. When Mom had called me at work to tell me Dad was dying, I'd asked Molly if she'd give me a lift to the Bus Station, knowing Mom would have be too busy with this crisis to come for me. Molly insisted on driving me home and we spent most of last night driving across Illinois in her old, beat up Chevy van. Since then, she'd stood by us, trying to help in any way she could.

When we arrived home, the twins trudged wearily down to their basement bedroom while Molly and I walked with Mom upstairs. We stopped in front of Mom's bedroom door and I asked her, "Mom, are you okay?"

Mom nodded and sighed. "I just feel tired. I can't seem to sleep since this all happened – it all seems surreal, like I sleep walking through some terrible dream." She looked into the bedroom and shook her head. "I can't stay in there tonight." She looked at Molly and me and continued, "I know your bed would be crowded, but can I just lie down with you two, for a while?" 

Mom looked up at with such an odd and sad expression on her face and then she just buried her face against my chest and began to cry. Molly came up behind Mom and began rubbing her shoulders and whispered, "No bed is ever too crowded to have you in it, Carrie."

With Mom still crying softly, I led her to my room. When the door was closed, I eased her out of the clothes she was wearing, a sweat suit she'd had on for most of the last two days. I told Molly where to find a clean sweat shirt while I undid Mom's bra and then slid off her panties, leaving her naked and semi-awake and looking more beautiful than ever. Her long black hair was a bit tangled and awry, but just made her look all the more attractive, like a beautiful woman who'd tumbled out of bed after making love. Only the dark circles under her eyes betrayed the weariness I know she was feeling.

I felt a little guilty as my body responded to Mom's naked body. Just looking at her made me fall in love and lust with my mother all over again. Her luscious frame highlighted by her heavy, gourd shaped breasts, capped with thick, meaty nipples, her belly, looking even flatter than it had at Christmas and her long, shapely legs that ended in a jungle of dark hair which hid the gates of heaven. I felt myself harden despite the circumstances.

Mom smiled at me through sleepy eyes – her gaze traveling downwards towards my thickening penis. "I have missed you so much and I wish..."

"Me too, Mom," I replied. "There will be time enough later."

Mom nodded and I knew that like me, she was thinking about how things were about to dramatically change, and although she had planned to leave the Old Man, this way...well, neither of us felt good about it.

I tried to ignore the feelings of lust as Molly and I pulled the sweat shirt over her head to use as a nightshirt. I stripped down till I was naked as did Molly and we led Mom to my bed and cuddled her between us, Mom facing me, my hard-on nestled in her thick thatch of pubic hair and Molly spooning her from behind, her full breasts pressing against Mom's back.

Mom kept sighing, "I'm so tired, but I can't fall asleep." She stirred restlessly while I stroked her arms and gently kissed her. Behind Mom, Molly had an arm up under the oversized sweat shirt, rubbing her back. Despite our best efforts, Mom was too wound up to fall asleep.

Molly finally took matters in her own hands – literally. "Kiss your mother, John," she whispered. While I did so, pressing my lips against Mom's, our tongues gently caressing each other, Molly continued to rub Mom's back, slowly descending until she was gingerly massaging the small of her back. Mom gave a start as she suddenly felt Molly's fingers tracing down along the crack of her ass and then press between her thighs to massage the fleshy folds of her pussy.

Mom gave a little shiver and moved her thighs slightly apart, allowing Molly more access between her legs, sighing into my mouth as her tongue fluttered against mine. Molly rubbed fingers up and down Mom's labia until they began to part, revealing glistening and wet flesh underneath. Mom's arms wrapped around my shoulders and she pulled me tight against her as Molly slipped a finger inside her.

"Yesssss," Mom moaned against my lips as Molly began to touch her secret spots, adding another finger as she probed Mom's slick, wet flesh. Mom shivered and began to kiss me with more passion, her nipples plumping up and pressing against the cotton of the sweatshirt to poke against my chest.

Molly's touch was sure and precise. Resting her chin on Mom's shoulder, Molly smiled at me, giving me that knowing and sexy wink of hers as she fingered Mom. Mom's left leg was drawn up and I could see Molly's fingers working in and out of Mom's pussy, shiny in the dim light of the single lamp on the bedside table. I kept kissing Mom gently and lovingly as Mom's breathing quickened as Molly's fingers found her sweet spots. Molly added a third finger – two thrusting deeper inside Mom while her middle finger probed upward seeking out her G-spot. 

Mom's hips began to move in time with Molly's fingers, little gasps escaping her lips as we kissed. I slid my hand downwards as well, the sweatshirt having worked its way upwards, exposing Mom's smooth belly. I could feel her muscles fluttering underneath my fingers, her skin growing warmer as Molly's loving touch brought her closer. I slipped fingers through her thick bush until I met wetness and heat and spread my fingers so as to surround her swollen clitoris and I began to softly tease it, feeling her pulse through the fleshy little nub.

Mom jerked and moaned, her body stiffening as an orgasm rippled through her weary body. "Oh God, I love you both!" she sobbed before her pleasure took her words away. She hunched against our hands until she couldn't handle anymore stimulation and then with a happy whimper, simply faded into unconsciousness and began to softly snore.

Molly sat up then and stared down at us both. "She really needed that, sugar." She whispered, conspicuously licking Mom's juices off her drenched fingers.

"I expect we could all use that right now. Thank you for everything, Molly." I replied, licking Mom's creamy cunt sauce off my own fingers. My cock throbbed for release – Mom's sweet taste, as always, sending me into a higher state of arousal.

"We'll get caught up, sugar – you, your Mom and me...later. Right now, you need your sleep as well – it's going to be a couple of hard days for y'all." Molly paused and gave me a loving smile, reaching over Mom's shoulder and stroking my face. "I'm sorry you lost your dad, John and I know you must be making your insides a messy tangle right now, but, sugar, whatever else – remember that what you and your mother share isn't part of that, so just let that crazy shit go. You love each other – you're in love with each other and you're going to spend the rest of your lives together."

I reached out and took Molly's hand and kissed it. "Thank you," I replied. I kissed her hand again and whispered, "Good night," Molly." She blew me a good night kiss and I reached over and turned out the light. Mom, in her sleep, snuggled up closer to me, making a contented sigh. She felt good in my arms. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

I woke up several hours later. Mom was still asleep in my arms and she felt wonderful. Even though I couldn't see behind her, I was instantly certain that we were alone. As I came more awake, my opinion was confirmed by the sound of laughter and chatter from downstairs, soon followed by the smell of bacon cooking on the stove. No doubt, Molly was running interference with my brothers, who despite the circumstances of the last few days had been more than dazzled by my sexy fuck buddy. I'm sure I came up several notches in their estimation by returning home with a beautiful woman in hand.

I was hungry, but having Mom in my embrace more than compensated and I was content to just watch her sleep. I tried to study more on what my father's passing entailed, especially concerning Mom and me, but Molly's words kept interrupting and I did try and just let it go. More important was the happiness of the woman I was holding and I knew we were on the verge of making those last steps to sharing our lives totally and completely. I slipped back into sleep, dreaming of our future together.

I woke up to the sweet sensation of lips and tongue loving up my throbbing cock. Under the blankets a head bobbed repeatedly unseen, although I didn't need to look, knowing Mom's sweet mouth anywhere. I thrust upwards into her mouth, Mom deftly deep-throating me as I pulled the blankets aside. Mom had lost her sweatshirt and was naked between my legs. She looked up at me, saying, "Good morning" and "I love you" silently with her beautiful greenish brown eyes. The weariness and stress of the last few days was apparent, but I think for the moment, she had pushed all of that aside to get lost in pleasuring her son.

I was more than primed and it didn't take too much of her loving and naughty touch to bring my balls to a boil and even though I wished it could have lasted for hours, I didn't even attempt to resist, instead I softly moaned, "Oh, Mom, I'm cumming!" Mom grunted in reply as I began to pump a heavy load of semen into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue probing and licking, urging my cock to feed her more and more of my seed.

When finally I was empty, Mom licked me clean, not having spilt a drop. She crawled up my naked body, her breasts dragging heavily along my suddenly sweaty skin and gave me a kiss, sharing my own taste with me.

"That, sweetheart, was for last night. You wouldn't believe how good that felt!" Mom murmured in my ear before kissing me again."

When our kiss ended, I replied, "Well, I love you for it, but really it was Molly you should thank." I waggled my eyebrows at her. "Perhaps I can provide you some more personal attention right now?" My hand wandered down Mom's back, stopping to squeeze her voluptuous ass cheek.

Mom sighed and shook her head. "I wish, lover, I really do wish we had time." Mom kissed me again, her tongue dancing one more time with mine before she scooted off me and stood beside the bed naked, beautiful and motherly at the same time. "We both need to grab a shower and get cleaned up. The boys will be back shortly."

I frowned and said, "The twins? Where are they?"

"Molly gave them a shopping list and sent them off to the grocery. I think that little minx had taken over my kitchen and is planning to cook up a storm, what with your father's..." Mom choked over the word, swallowed and continued, "With your father's relatives coming in. You and I need to get cleaned up so we and the boys can go to the funeral home and make all the arrangements."

Mom pulled my sweatshirt back on and headed for the door, stopping when I called to her. "Mom? About the Old Man, I, we..."

Mom waved her hand in the air. "Not now, John. This changes nothing between us. I love you with all my heart, but I can't talk about this right now, okay?"

I nodded and said, "I understand, Mom. Sorry. I love you too."

Mom gave me that smile that makes me feel so complete and said, "I know, son. It's what keeps me going." She blew me a kiss and continued, "Now, get a move on. It's going to be a crazy, bad day."

And she was right. From the moment I came down the stairs, freshly showered and dressed in clean clothes, things were insane. The phone rang off the hook with family, friends and Dad's coworkers and drinking/fishing/hunting/bowling buddies offering condolences. 

Molly was the calm at the center of the storm. She had indeed taken over the kitchen and was busily pulling together food for all the people she knew were coming and while frying chicken, baking pies and doing a half a dozen other essential things, manned the phone, being sweet and polite and concise all at the same time. 

Mom and I took the twins over to the funeral home and chose a coffin and made the other arrangements, letting the twins take the lead in picking out particular details as we sensed that this meant more to them than to us. There were more tears, but the funeral director was a pro and we left feeling a little better about Dad's final disposition. 

We got back home to find Molly chatting animatedly at the table with Aunt Debbie. Mom immediately flew into her sister's arms and there were more tears, but I knew that Debbie being here would help bring Mom a lot more comfort. Debbie, like the force of nature she was, swept around the room, hugging me and then the twins, oohing and aahing over them extravagantly, squeezing muscles and showering them with hugs and kisses. I watched with amusement as the boys gaped at their Aunt Debbie, enjoying their ogling the gorgeous woman. Not that I could blame them.

Aunt Debbie was quite an eyeful. At almost forty-six years old, not quite three years older than Mom, she was a lean five foot, nine inches tall woman with a finely sculpted body – her large breasts still firm and perky thanks to her plastic surgeon. Her bleached blonde hair suited her – giving her an air of elegance and the look of a trailer park whore all rolled into one. Her brilliant blue eyes seem to pierce your soul and make promises to make your every fantasy come true. The twins didn't quite know what to make of her, but they did like what they saw.

As they helped her carry her bags upstairs to Mom's room with Mom and Debbie leading the way, Molly came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "Omigod, John! Your aunt is something else." She smiled at me with that knowing look of hers and said, "Tell me the truth – is she as hot as she looks."

I grinned at her and shrugged my shoulders in reply. "Now, how would I know?"

"John Hamilton, you incestuous motherfucker," Molly hissed in a low voice, poking me in the ribs with her finger, "Now you can't tell me that a horndog like yourself who fucks his own mother is going to pass up a hot, sexy, thang like that!"

"Well, like mother, like son," I said in reply, enjoying the look of shock on Molly's face as my words sank in.

Her face flushed with excitement as she leaned into me and kissed me again. "Oh God, sugar! I do love your family!" A timer went off on the oven and she left me go to go check on a casserole. "I want to hear about this!"

I began to tell her about last year's spring break, but was interrupted by a knock at the front door. It was the first of Dad's relatives and once they began to arrive, a steady trickle of them came in all afternoon. Much to Mom's dismay, several announced their need to stay with us and by nightfall, every available space was filled with relatives.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 06



You could tell they were related to the Old Man – their attitudes and expectations of treating everyone else like servants, expecting to be fed and waited upon. Several times, rude comments, mostly aimed at Mom or Molly sent me into a rage and I began to descend upon one, prepared to kick their asses out, but Molly, interceded, whispering time and again, "Not right now, sugar," and steering me away.

Only Aunt Debbie seemed to intimidate anyone, a few seconds of a withering stare of hers sent one scurrying for cover. The twins were oblivious to the tension that settled in over the house, being happy for the support that that side of the family seemed to offer them. I guess it couldn't be helped. My brothers did, after all, definitely take after the Old Man's side of the family. 

With no outlet for my frustrations, I occupied myself with trying to be by Mom's side as much as possible and between Debbie's glare, Molly's southern hospitality and my restrained anger, the Old Man's family got in very little picking at Mom as to the funeral arrangements and the disposition of certain belongings of the Old Man's.

The only really ugly moment of the stay was when one of the Old Man's sisters, Aunt Willa threatened to remove a so called family heirloom from the house whether Mom gave permission or not. The moment was quickly resolved when Debbie stepped between Mom and the Aunt Willa and informed her that should she attempt it without – "Carrie's say so, Frank's funeral won't be the only one we'd have in two days."

Molly stepped in with a plate of cookies and smiling sweetly said, "Cookie?" Mom who was biting her lip in frustration and trying not to smack her sister, smiled as the offensive woman beat a hasty retreat while I sat back and laughed my ass off. Debbie spent much of the rest of the evening in Molly's company and in my eyes appeared to be appraising her like a fine piece of jewelry she was considering buying.

After that, there was a lot of tension, but very little conversation between Mom and the Old Man's family. Any remaining criticism was left unspoken...although they did seem happy to keep eating the food Molly kept setting on the table.

Mom and I had virtually no time to ourselves over the next couple of days, the best we could manage was a few quiet minutes at bedtime when she came in my room to say goodnight to Molly and me. Molly discreetly gave us alone time, going back downstairs to finish up some cooking project in the kitchen – often in the company of Aunt Debbie who seemed to be fascinated by the younger version of her sister.

The next day was what we call a 'visitation" day. My father's body was prepared and put on display at the funeral home and we stood along side him from noon till nine that night, receiving condolences from friends and family. If you've ever done it, it is a very surreal experience – hearing stories and remembrances of your lost ones, crying and shaking hands and meeting complete strangers until your head spins.

The day after, we had Dad's funeral service and buried him in a quiet cemetery just outside town. We picked it for its rural scenery, there was a large stand of woods nearby where he had hunted squirrel and rabbit and from his gravesite you could see a pond where he had often drowned worms for hours on end. Mom and I had picked it out and I felt a little strange knowing this was probably one of the few things I had ever done that the Old Man would have probably liked.

Call me a strange, sick fuck if you will, but Mom looked beautiful in widow's weeds – wearing a simple black dress that was in no way sexually suggestive, but somehow seemed to emphasize her sexuality. Aunt Debbie on the other hand, true to her nature, wore a sexy red dress that had everyone's eyes drawn to her. The service was quick and simple – in truth, the Old Man had little tolerance for religion and probably would have hated listening to our minister's comments.

That was followed by a long reception back at the house for friends and family. Molly, who had skipped the funeral to prepare, had mountains of fried chicken and mashed potatoes and rolls and sandwich meats and desserts prepared as well as lots of beer and soda and people came and went all afternoon and evening. By the end of the day, Mom and I and my brothers were dead on our feet. I barely remember kissing Mom goodnight inside my bedroom before Aunt Debbie led her away and Molly tucked me in.

Mom again looked exhausted – Aunt Debbie had already told me she still wasn't sleeping well, despite Debbie's personal ministrations – the sheer crush of meeting and talking with so many folks had her worn out. The next morning, the house still seemed packed with people as friends and neighbors brought by food and stayed to chat and the Old Man's family almost seemed to ready to put down permanent roots. Mom seemed to be swaying on her feet, ready to collapse.

Around midmorning, Aunt Debbie took me aside and said, "Honey, your mother needs a break. You're going to take her on a long drive and get her away from all this."

"I am?" I said, maybe a little more eagerly than I should have.

"Yes, John. You two hop in the car and drive awhile, maybe over to the next town. Take a long walk, go see a movie or maybe find a motel and take a nap or something."

"Or something?" I repeated, grinning.

Aunt Debbie playfully slapped me on the side of the head. "Or something. Get going...your Mom needs some quality time with her son. And don't worry about things here. Molly and I can hold the fort." She glanced at the kitchen table where some of the Old Man's relative's were devouring food. "Maybe we can get rid of some of the riff-raff too."

I went and found Mom and I saw a ghost of her smile flit across her faith when I told her of Debbie's marching orders. "Give me twenty minutes," she whispered to me. Twenty minutes later, Mom, looking fine in a red turtleneck sweater that clung to her heavy breasts like a second skin and blue jeans was ready to go. We worked the mom mobile out of the maze of cars around the house and I headed for the outskirts of town.

As we left our town and everything else behind us, Mom let out a long, drawn out sigh and quickly scooted over next to me, laying her head on my shoulder and softly saying, "I love you, son." Her hand came down and rested on my thigh. 

I took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on top of Mom's hand and said, "I love you, Mom." We drove in silence for a long while, just content to be by ourselves and enjoying the wintry landscape of Western Illinois – the fields covered with snow, everything looking like an old fashioned Currier & Ives print.

We drove close to thirty miles and were reaching the city limits of a neighboring town when we saw a sign for a motel ahead – one that mostly catered to visitors to a nearby lake during summer. "There, John – lets stop there," Mom said with a hint of urgency in her voice.

I pulled in and got us registered as Mister and Mrs. John Hamilton and drove us around to our room, the place nearly empty. Inside, Mom paused and looked around. It was your standard motel room – I'd asked for a room with a king sized bed and that's what we got. It was clean and Mom nodded her approval as we shed our coats.

Mom and I stared at each other silently for a moment and then we rushed into each other's arms, kissing passionately as we embraced. It was a different kind of kiss than I was used to – passion and love and need like normal, but more – I sensed impatience and anger in it as our tongues danced and dueled.

When it ended, I looked at Mom and with the concern evident in my voice I asked, "Mom, are you okay!"

To my surprise, Mom exploded. "No, I am not fucking okay! I'm pissed off – I'm angry as hell. That stupid son of a bitch – pissing his life away – wasting the love that was always his for the taking! I loved your father for so long and it meant nothing to him. NOTHING!"

My expression must have been one of shock or horror because Mom pulled me tight and as tears ran down her face, said, "I don't regret what has happened. I know this is how its meant to be – I love you, I've always loved you – it just pisses me off to know your father was such an idiot, that if not with me, with someone else he could have felt the way I feel about you, John, that he could have loved and been loved in return." 

Mom kissed me again and there was need and hunger in the way she pressed her soft lips to mine and in the way her tongue hungrily danced with my tongue. She paused and whispered, "I'm tired of all this anger and the ugly thoughts, all this death and mourning. I want to live and breath and make love to my son and forget that people don't know how to love. I want to feel love! Make love to me, John. I want you inside me, making me cum, loving me like only you can, fucking me like only you can. Love me, John, please!"

I think I was crying now as I hugged Mom to me and sobbed, "I love you, Mom!" We began to tear at each other's clothes, quickly finding ourselves naked – hands roaming hungrily over each other's bodies, kissing and licking and sucking – my cock as hard as it had ever been, Mom's pussy wet and meaty nipples swollen. Mom somehow climbed up me like I was a tree and with her legs encircling my waist, I carried her over to the big bed and sat us down, both of us scooting upwards, me between Mom's now widespread legs and then I was inside Mom's hot, wet sex, thrusting deep into the womb of my birth.

"OHHHH, YESSSSS, JOHNNNN!" Mom screamed as I sank my hard cock inside her. She bucked upwards to meet my thrust, her large, heavy breasts bouncing on her chest. I buried myself in her, feeling my crotch grind into hers as I settled my weight on top of her, nipples scratching across my chest before we again kissed as lovers only can. For a long, sweet moment, we both reveled in the deliciousness of being joined together, my cock wrapped in the silky wet heat of Mom's motherly cunt, as we kissed and stared into each other's eyes.

I'm sure it was only minutes at best, although in some ways it was a wonderful eternity of remaining motionless, savoring the completeness of becoming one incestuous entity and then almost imperceptibly I began to move, slowly shifting back and forth and with each moment withdrawing further only to plunge back into Mom's snug pussy, her cunt muscles welcoming, clinging to my cock as I moved. Each moment brought a little sigh, each one louder than the previous one. Mom began to roll her hips in rhythm, meeting my thrusts as we began to fuck in earnest.

As I have thought every time since we first made love, there is nothing to compare to the sweet pleasure of making incestuous love to my mother. Mom's long black hair spread out around her like a dark halo, framing her beautiful face which with each thrust began to contort with naughty delight. "I love you so much, Mom!" I whispered in her ear before kissing and nuzzling my way down her lovely neck, kissing and then sucking on her motherly nipples.

Mom drew her knees back and then straightened her legs and wrapped them around my butt, trying to open herself to get one more sweet fraction of an inch of my cock inside her. I could feel her heart begin to race, her skin becoming more flushed and heated as we made love. The heady aroma of her mature cunt began to fill the room, announcing her arousal, her pleasure, her delight in having her son fuck her. My cock throbbed in response to the thick and hot wetness of her cunt cream as it coated my erect penis as I thrust into Mom again and again.

Mom's entire body seemed to burn with desire and need. We both began to sweat, the steamy, humid sweat that only lovers in the throes of passion can produce. Our bodies slapped noisily together, the sweat lubricating our skin, allowing a delicious friction to build as our bodies slid back and forth. "Oh God, yes, John! I love you, sweetheart!" Mom crooned as she arched her back, her heels digging into my ass cheeks as her first orgasm began to swell inside her. "Fuck me, son. Fuck me lover, Fuck all the bad stuff away, make me feel loved!"

And I did, we slammed into each other with feverish delight, making hot, passionate love and our pleasure was somehow increased with the knowledge that the world was forever changing, about to close one door and open another that would end with us being openly and forever more than mother and son, but husband and wife in every way that mattered!

"You are loved, Mom – I will love you forever! You are my life, my soul, my mother and my wife," I gasped as I thrust deeply into my mother's womb.

Mom writhed underneath me, her eyes wild and hot with the understanding and love that came with my words. "I – oh God, I love you, John! Fuck me, son! Fuck Mommy hard – show me how much you love me! Don't – oh YESSSSSS! Don't STOP LOVING ME, JOHNNNN!" 

Mom's luscious thighs squeezed me tight, trying to lock my cock deep in her womb while her arms wrapped around my back. Mom lifted her head and kissed me hard, her tongue seeking out mine while her cunt muscles milked my aching cock, demanding my seed. Her body strained against mine as we kissed, her moans of orgasm building against my mouth until she flung her head back and screamed, "I LOVE YOU, MAKING ME CCU-CUMMMMM! LOVE YOU, SONNNNN!"

I could hold out no longer and pressed myself hard, trying to get a little deeper into Mom's holy womb and then I bellowed, "I LOVE YOU, MOMMMM!" as I began to cum, flooding Mom's womb with thick jets of hot semen. We were one at that moment and I could barely stand the intense pleasure of emptying my seed in the sweet, warmth of Mom's pussy.

It ended with loud gasps for air and heaving sobs as Mom and I held each other and kissed away each others tears. "I do love you so much, John," Mom sighed, her breath catching in hitches. She hugged me tighter, not shying away from my weight on her body. Her heart pounded wildly against my chest, matching my own racing heart beat for beat.

"I love you, Mom...always." I gasped back, shivers running through my body as Mom's cunt contracted and massaged my still swollen cock. Mom sniffled again and hugged me tighter against her and for the moment at least, the rest of the world just vanished and nothing mattered except that we were in each others arms.

With Mom feeling warm and soft in my embrace, I said, "It all changes now, doesn't it, Mom? All the things we've talked about, we're there, aren't we?"

Mom sighed and said, "Yes. Once the twins have left, there is nothing left for me here. I'm going home – we're going home to Kentucky. There's some fixing up to do, but we should be able to move in before the end of summer."

I smiled and kissed my lovely mother and replied, "Sounds good, Mom. Then we can make some other plans." I could feel my cock began to recover as I realized what I wanted to do now.

Mom mewled happily as she felt my penis harden and begin to lengthen inside her. "Mmmmm, what other plans, lover?" She opened her mouth as I pressed my lips to hers and our tongues met and danced, we began to slowly rock together again.

As our kiss ended, I looked into Mom's beautiful eyes and said, "Something we promised each other. Mom, once we get settled in, I was thinking that we should give Reverend Simmons a call and see about arranging a wedding in that pretty little church you grew up in."

Mom's eyes widened at my words and maybe from the long, hard thrust of my now very hard cock. "Wedding, John – you mean..."

"I mean what we've talked about for so long. Mom, I already consider you my wife, but I want to make it all perfect. Mom, I'm saying...Mom, will you marry me?"

Mom tried to giggle and sob all at the same time. She nodded quickly and replied, "Oh, yes, John. Yes, son, I will marry you!" Mom's arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me against her and she whispered, "I love you so much, John."

I kissed her again and said, "I'm thinking an October wedding – it should be beautiful in Kentucky that time of year." I thrust slowly into Mom's steamy and slick pussy as I saw her eyes light up with the possibilities of my idea.

"Oh, son, it is so beautiful in the fall – it's the loveliest time of the year. I love you, John!" Mom flung her pelvis upwards to meet my thrusts and drew her knees up high to welcome me deeper. "I love you so much, son!"

"I love you to, Mom," I said, my state of arousal heightened by the echo of Mom's words and the thrill of knowing I was before God, going to completely claim my mother as my wife. My hands ran along her soft, smooth thighs, urging her shapely legs higher until they were draped over my shoulders, allowing me to drive my aching cock into her motherly womb.

Mom threw her head back, biting her lip as I slammed myself into her body, touching her as deep as possible. She began to claw at the sheets as I thrust deep, her scalding sugar walls lovingly caresses and squeezing my thick, long cock as I fucked my mother. My head seemed to spin just a bit as I gazed down at my mother, writhing with pleasure under me – soon this would become our everyday life – no more sneaking around – just living our lives as mother and son and husband and wife. I felt myself begin to lose control and I leaned down and nuzzled Mom's ear as the semen boiled up out of my balls.

As I came, I moaned into Mom's ear, "I'm going to marry you, Mom and then we're going to make a baby – our baby, Mom!"

Mom's cunt slammed down around my cock, milking me for all my cum as my words and my hot semen triggered her own orgasm and we clung together, moaning and crying with the incestuous pleasure of the moment and all the promises of pleasure and love that the future beckoned to us.

We spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening talking and making love, Mom seeming more like her happy and wonderful self with each stroke of my cock inside her and with every loving lick of her pussy. By the time we drove home, she looked and acted like she'd had a week's vacation.

It was late when we got back home and to our wonderment we walked into what appeared to be an empty house. "Where in the world did everyone go?" Mom said, holding my hand as we came into the kitchen.

On the kitchen table, we found most of a pizza in a box with a note on top. I picked it up and read it. I let out a laugh and said, "Here, this will explain everything." The note read:

"My darlings,

Well, Molly and I decided it was time for Frank's family to move on and leave their grief behind. It wasn't easy and I'm afraid they probably won't be talking to us for several years...I know you'll be broken-hearted. Anyway's they're gone. I hope you and your son had a nice day. The twins have gone to the district tournament game and won't be back till early morning. They didn't want to go 'cause they thought it wouldn't be right, but I convinced them it was perfectly fine, that their daddy would have wanted them to. 

Now don't be worrying about me and Molly. I'm sure we can keep ourselves occupied!

Love,

Deb

Mom laughed and said, "Wow! I can only imagine what Debbie said to those people!" She turned and put her arms around my neck and gave me a long, wet kiss, our tongues lashing out at each other, a sexy, nasty kiss. "I guess we're all alone, sweetie." Mom flipped up the pizza box – most of a supreme was inside. "Want to have something to eat?"

I grinned and ran a palm over Mom's sweet jean covered ass and slipped it around to palm Mom's crotch. Even through all that thick denim, I could feel her ever present heat. "I'm hungry, Mom, but for something a lot sweeter than pizza!" I waggled my eyebrows at her like the pervert I am.

Mom laughed and taking my hand pulled me towards the stairs. "I was hoping you would say that!" We went up the stairs playing grab ass with each other, pausing in the hallway to kiss again, Mom pushing me against the wall and as our tongues flirted and danced, ground herself against me. Despite an afternoon of making love, I found myself as hard as I have ever been. Somehow we managed to work our way down the hallway, reaching Mom's bedroom first. We were still kissing when I worked the door open and swung it open just in time to hear Debbie let loose with a loud moan.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 06



We broke our kiss and Mom spun around and we both stood wide-eyed at the erotic scene before us.

Mom's statuesque sister, all five feet, nine inches of her was spread out on the bed, naked as the day she was born, her enhanced breasts quivering, nipples swollen to bursting as she clawed the sheets with one hand and yanked anxiously at the head of black hair between her legs. Aunt Debbie's toned and tanned body was drenched in sweat and the aroma of cunt was thick in the air.

Molly was giving Debbie the pussy licking of her life, her tongue working with expertise through Debbie's drenched folds of cunt flesh, nibbling at Debbie's aroused and erect clitoris while she wormed her middle finger into Debbie's puckered asshole, already two knuckles deep. Molly's face was absolutely drenched with pussy cream and I had no doubt she'd had as much of her face into Debbie's cunt as she could have possibly managed. 

"Ohhhh, Goddddd yesss, little girl, my little Molly girl, don't stop, don't oHHHH EVERRR STOPPP! OHHHH EAT ME FUCK ME NEVER NEVER STOP, MOLLYYY!" Aunt Debbie moaned, her tongue rolling over her lips. She flung her head back and forth as waves of pleasure washed over her, taking her higher and higher until we could see her leg muscles swell, even her toes clench as orgasm took her. In the midst of her ecstasy, Debbie's eyes opened to see us standing there amazed and awestruck. My aunt gave us the most incredible smile filled with love and lust and pure carnal joy and opened her mouth, but all she could manage was a wordless wail of utter pleasure.

Mom smiled back and blew her sister a kiss. She put her finger to her lips and smiled again and we slowly backed out the door and left the lovers alone. "Oh my God, John, that was beautiful." Mom looked up at me with her love shining in her eyes and continued, "It must be – that must be what you and I look like when we're making love! They were absolutely glowing!"

"Well, I suppose we should have seen it coming," I chuckled, aware that Mom was once again rubbing herself up against me like a cat in heat. "Maybe it's love!"

Mom moaned softly and I felt her hand caress my denim covered crotch. "They should be so lucky!" She pressed her hand firmly against my jeans and looked up at me and with a voice that would give a ninety year old man an erection said, "Son, if this big dick isn't inside of me immediately I am going to scream." 

Mom's hot, full lips were on mine then, her tongue slipping past my lips and the next couple of minutes were kind of a blur but when my head cleared, Mom was naked and on her knees on my bed, her meaty tits swinging as she looked over her shoulder at me as I spread her cheeks and rubbed my throbbing erection up and down her semen flecked labia, her thick lips almost quivering with need and desire.

"God, I love you, Mom!" I sighed as I shoved my cock deep into her pussy, making Mom cry out with pain and pleasure – her cunt sensitive and sore from our afternoon love tryst.

My hands roamed over Mom's flawless skin, savoring the heat and smoothness of her body, squeezing the cheeks of her voluptuous ass and then up her back, kneading her shoulders as I drove in and out of her furnace hot pussy, Mom using her cunt muscles to squeeze and grasp at my cock as I moved. 

"I love you, John," Mom moaned as she thrust back to meet me, splaying her knees wider, her feet drawing up over my ankles. "I love your cock, baby – your fine, hard cock!" She shivered with delight as I kissed her neck, brushing her hair back and up, savoring the delicious mix of her jasmine scent and aroused pussy juices that filled my nostrils. 

I slipped my hands down her waist, over her stomach and then up to cup her bountiful breasts, pulling her against me, Mom slipping down to rest on her elbows and me following her, still thrusting relentlessly. I can feel her thighs drawing up and tightening on my thighs as she lifted her feet, her heels almost rubbing my ass. We are one body one soul as we fuck. Mom twists her head and her lips find mine, barely able to kiss at this angle, but still lips press and our tongue extend to dance and curl around each other.

My bed is rocking hard with my thrusts and the wonderful, incestuous dance seems to go on almost forever, our world winnowed down to our bodies joined in this dance of love, the almost unbearable sweetness of my flesh inside hers, creating friction that serves to simply inflame our need for each other. Then too soon, I feel the flutter of Mom's muscles rippling along my throbbing penis just before they clamp down on me and Mom arches her body against mine and begins to cry out as her orgasm takes her – then her cries become screams as I again flood her motherly womb with white hot semen, cumming hard and fast and furious!

Mom's knees give way and I follow her all the way down, the impact driving me delicious fraction deeper into her cunt as we ride out our mutual orgasm together, both of us occasionally moving a bit to keep the orgasm going. Finally, both of us covered in fuck sweat and gasping for air, roll over onto our sides, spooning still, my cock still inside Mom as we try and recover from another wonderful mother and son fuck!

Long minutes after, Mom gives a small sigh as my cock slips from her well fucked pussy and still spooning, we fall asleep, the only noise besides our own breathing being the occasional moans and cries coming from down the hall...sounds that will drift in and out of our dreams all night.

Mom and I woke up after the best night's sleep that either of us has had in quite a while, Mom absolutely glowing with the look that only a well loved and well fucked woman can manage. We kissed and necked for a while before realizing we could hear several voices downstairs and knew we needed to drag ourselves out of bed. 

Mom slipped out my door and into her own bedroom while I ouind some sweats to put on. Mom came back wearing that flannel robe that despite being ratty and old is something I to this day find sexy.

"Well, I think everyone's downstairs." Mom licked her lips and added, "My bedroom spells like someone soaked it in pussy juice. I don't know whether to be happy or jealous."

I took Mom into my arms and kissed her. "Well, maybe later, I can do a little pussy licking of my own and try and make up for what you might be missing."

Mom purred at my words and kissed me back. I swear, I will never get tired of kissing my mother – everything about her, her lips, her tongue, her skin and the fiery treasure between her legs tastes so sweet!

Finally, we made our way downstairs to find the twins and Aunt Debbie sitting around the kitchen table finishing up breakfast. Molly stood at the stove and smiled at us, winking to us in lieu of asking if we had a good night. 

"Well, about time you sleepyheads got up," Molly said, her voice full of good cheer. "Sit down and I'll have you some eggs and bacon fixed up in no time."

"Where in the world did everyone else go?" asked Mom, the relief of not finding hers still here, evident in her voice.

One of the twins, spoke up with a snort. "Aunt Deb tossed them out. They were giving Molly here shit for not cooking enough for supper and Aunt Debbie just lit into them."

The other twin added. "Yeah, I don't know what she said to Aunt Willa, but she got pale as a ghost and her and her family was gone in about 15 minutes. Uncle Phil and his bunch headed out about an hour later." Both boys looked admiringly at their aunt and for the first time in a long time, I thought maybe there was hope for the little peckerheads, despite taking after Dad.

Aunt Debbie preened in their praise and I noticed even Molly looking more than a little love struck. She walked over out and put her hand over Debbie's. "Your aunt is really something," she said, an awed tinge to her voice.

Mom came around and hugged Debbie from behind, her hands under her breasts making them bulge upwards more prominently from the low cut sweater Debbie was wearing. "Yes, she's always been my wonderful big sister!" and she bussed her affectionately on the cheek. 

Maybe it was seeing a bit more of Aunt Debbie than they were used to or maybe it was the almost blatant sexual tension between the two sisters, but my brothers blushed slightly and quickly excused themselves from the table. They told us they were off to play basketball with some buddies and had to be going and beat a hasty retreat down to the basement and as the rest of us chatted, we heard them take off in the Old Man's old pickup.

"So," began Aunt Debbie. "How are things with you two?"

Mom came around and sat in my lap and kissed my cheek. "Never better." She looked at me and with her eyes asked a question. I nodded in agreement. "You both need to clear your schedule for this coming October, though. John and I are getting married!" 

Aunt Debbie laughed and clapped her hands and Molly smiled happily at me. Mom blushed like a happy bride-to-be should and continued. "We already consider ourselves husband and wife and by fall we should be settled in nicely back at the home place in Kentucky. I'm sure we can talk Reverend Simmons into performing the ceremony. Deb, I'll need a maid of honor."

Debbie got up, her eyes misting and came around and kissed first Mom and then me on the mouth, her tongue tasting sweet and hot as she always did. "I don't know about being a maiden, but I'll be proud to be your slut of honor," she said, trying not to giggle or cry.

"And Molly, I want you to stand with me – be my best...er, woman," I said.

Molly did cry. As she stood up, she wiped tears out of her eyes and said, "My lord, I really love this family! I've never seen more love than I've seen here." She came around and gave me a tongue lashing kiss and then turned to Mom and did the same. "I will be proud to stand with you, sugar!"

She hugged us both to her and then Aunt Debbie joined us and all four of us embraced. Mom and I were showered with another round of warm, passionate kisses from both women and then Molly and Aunt Debbie came face to face with each other, each smiling happily at each other and then they came together and embraced. 

Debbie leaned in and taking Molly's face between her hands, pressed her lips against Molly's. Molly sighed as her arms came up around Aunt Debbie's waist and pulled her tighter against herself. The two women kissed wetly while Mom and I looked at each other and grinned.

"I reckon tossing all thes out isn't all that's been going on," Mom said teasingly.

Molly and Debbie ended their kiss and turned their heads to look at us, cheeks pressed together. "I swear, Sis, I ain't never met anyone – man or woman that makes me feel like Molly here does, although you come the closest," giggled Debbie.

Mom snorted and said, "Well, she surely had you feeling good last night!"

Molly gasped and for one of the few times I've known her, blushed. "Y'all saw us last night? Oh my lord!"

"You were beautiful, sweetheart," Mom said. "I don't know when I've ever seen my sister looking happier."

"Or hornier!" I added, giving Molly a wink.

Molly looked for all the world like a schoolgirl caught admitting her first serious crush. "I know this was supposed to be a sad time and all and this sounds terrible, but I am so glad I was here – Deb is..." She looked up at Debbie and sighed. "Your aunt is wonderful!"

Then it was like Mom and I weren't even there as Debbie and Molly resumed kissing. Instead of feeling ignored, Mom and I did likewise, me drawing Mom into my lap and kissing her, feeling her squirm around on the hard-on in my lap. 

Eventually, we all found our way back upstairs, an unspoken agreement between us to retire to separate bedrooms where we could each make love with our lover. Molly and I both gave each other one last glance before closing our respective bedroom doors and our smiles communicated a promise that soon we would all join together and have wicked fun, but for now – we would explore our worlds separately, Mom and me and Aunt Debbie and Molly.

That day, as well as the next, was spent gorging ourselves with love making, stopping only when the twins were around or when the last sympathy callers visited. I'm sure Molly and Debbie heard our cries and moans of passion and love as often as we heard theirs, both spurring the other couple on. Even when the twins were around, by unspoken agreement, one couple would keep the boys occupied while the others snuck upstairs for a little alone time. Those last few days, there were a lot of secret smiles being shared back and forth.

It was obvious to Mom and me that this thing between Molly and Debbie was more than a simple fling – I saw the same thunder stuck look on Molly's face that I have whenever I see Mom. They made a good match in any case – young woman and mature woman, short, compact Molly and the long and lithe Debbie – they complemented each other. It was obvious to us that this was a good thing.

Alas, that these last wonderful days had to come to an end. Molly and I needed to get back to school before we fell too far behind and so grudgingly we finally packed our bags to leave. There were lots of tears between Mom and me – I barely able to let her go. My only consolation was that I knew for another week or two, Mom wouldn't be alone – that Debbie planned to stay for awhile. There were tears between Molly and Debbie too, tempered by Molly's solemn vow to visit Debbie during our Spring Break.

There was one last long and sweet kiss with Mom and with the taste of her on my lips, I climbed into Molly's van and we left, watching Mom and Aunt Debbie, arm in arm, waving at us in the side view mirrors. Molly was red-eyed and sniffling, but she had a happy smile on her face and we were barely out of sight when she said to me, "I might be crazy, sugar, but I think I'm in love with your aunt!"

I just smiled at her and said softly, "I know – I knew it the moment Mom and I saw you two making love."

At my request, we took a slight detour as we left town. Molly drove me out to the little cemetery where we had buried the Old Man. Alone, I walked to his grave site and looked down on his resting place. I wasn't sure why I needed to come back. Maybe I felt I owed it to him. After all, I had stolen his wife away from him. Finally, I spoke aloud. "Don't worry. I'll make Mom happy – happier than she ever was with you. We'll have a good life, Dad. I just wanted you to know. Goodbye and for what it's worth, I love you." I turned around and walked away. To this day, I have never gone back. 

Climbing back into the van, I looked at Molly and said, "Thanks, we're done here. It's over."

Molly put the van in gear and as we moved out, looked over at me and gave me that sexy wink of hers. "No sugar, it's just beginning."

To be continued...



Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 07



Not as long a wait for this installment and I hope followers of this story will be pleased. Things are unfolding, but this story is far from finished - several installments yet to come.

As always, this is a work of fiction and the characters exist only within the confines of my imagination. Please keep the feedback rolling in, both pro and con. You, the reader, are my inspiration! Enjoy!

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It was a perfect Florida summer day -- the powerful heat blunted by the fresh breeze coming off the Gulf of Mexico. I glanced at my mother standing across from me, looking even lovelier than ever -- her almost flawless skin just a bit red over her tan and her dark hair being gently blown around by the wind from the sea. Mom was wearing a strapless off the shoulder, red dress, her bountiful breasts almost spilling out from the low cut front, the material clinging on by virtue of prayer and Mom's erect nipples. The hem was at mid thigh, showing off Mom's shapely legs and the dress clung tightly to her, accentuating every luscious curve of her beautiful body. If I hadn't already been head over heels in love with Mom, I would have fallen for her right then.

The sound of the surf mixed wonderfully with the music of two guitars playing softly near us with the murmurs of those gathered together for the ceremony underlying everything. I could hear the laughter and shouts of children playing with a dog further on down the beach. I smiled at Mom and she smiled back, filling my heart with something so wonderful and powerful that it needs a better name than love. 

In front of us, I heard the minister clear his throat and say in a happy voice, "Would everyone please stand." Mom winked at me and blew me a kiss. It was a beautiful day for a wedding. The guitars shifted from the classical piece they were playing into the Wedding March and Mom and I turned along with the twenty-five or so people gathered and watched as my Aunt Debbie and my best friend Molly came walking hand in hand down between the rows of folding chairs set up in the sand.

Molly looked incredibly beautiful as only a bride can -- wearing a white dress -- complete with veil, but ignoring the tradition of long dress and train. I can honestly say, I've never seen a shorter hemline on a wedding dress, ending just south of her crotch and showing off her well toned and curvaceous legs. She went barefoot in deference to the sand and the whole ensemble worked for her.

Debbie, throwing all conventions to the wind, had chosen a scandalous dark blue halter dress that was little more than straps across her enhanced breasts attached to a short skirt. I had to smile at the glow on my aunt's face -- she was truly smitten by my sometimes lover and college classmate, Molly. The two women were on first look a seeming mismatch -- Deb blonde, tall and athletic and Molly dark haired, short and voluptuous, but once you saw them look at each other, you realized that they were soul mates.

They came to a halt between Mom and me, each passing us loving glances before they took each other's hands. The minister -- a burly, bearded, fellow who introduced himself only as Steinbeck and was some kind of non-denominational cleric, gave everyone a big smile and began. "Dearly beloved -- we are gathered here today in the sight of God as witnesses to the marriage of Molly and Debbie as they pledge their love to each other and join in the holy bonds of matrimony."

Steinbeck smiled out at all those present -- mostly Deb's friends and Molly's aged grandmother, a wizened old woman who had loudly declared earlier, "That girl should be with whoever she wants. I got pushed into marrying her granddaddy and I had to put up with that miserable son-of-a-bitch for fifty-three years!" Molly had known that her family would be outraged when she announced she was "marrying" another woman and her father was quick to disown her, but you could tell when you saw her looking at Debbie, that all that crap didn't matter. The fact that her grandmother had accepted her invitation to attend their wedding meant the world to her.

"Whatever the laws and conventions of society may say, today we rejoice as these two wonderful ladies take the love that is within them and by joining as a couple, combine their love to make something that cannot be anything but holy in the sight of God," intoned Steinbeck. "If there be any who would deny them this sacred act, let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

I don't know who had the more forbidding look as folks scanned the crowd -- the minister, myself or Molly's grandmother. There was nothing but a sea of smiles among those gathered. Steinbeck's scowl fell away and his beatific smile reemerged and he continued. "Debbie, here in front of these witnesses and God Almighty, do you vow to love, honor and cherish Molly for all time?"

Aunt Debbie's eyes were brimming with happy tears as she nodded and then almost giggled as she remembered she had to speak, "With all my heart, I do!"

The minister turned to Molly and said, "Molly, here in front of these witnesses and God Almighty, do you vow to love, honor and cherish Debbie for all time?"

Molly face was streaked with tears of joy as she said in voice quavering with excitement, "With all my heart, I do!"

Steinbeck nodded in satisfaction and said, "Molly and Debbie would like to share their own vows with you all."

He nodded and Molly spoke up first, turning to Debbie and slipping her own hands into the grasp of the older woman. "Debbie, my darling. I knew what love was before I met you, but you have shown me just how truly wonderful love can be. I am yours heart and soul, now and forever. I love you, sugar."

Debbie sighed and replied, "My wonderful Molly. You've made an old gal's heart young again and reminded me how wonderful it is not only to love, but to be in love. I am yours, heart and soul, now and forever. I love you, Molly."

I think we all did sort of a communal, "Awww." I looked at Mom and saw tears in her eyes and she looked at me with the same burning emotions that her sister and Molly were showing.

The minister said, "The rings, please." Molly and Debbie turned and took the simple gold bands that Mom and I held in our hands.

As Molly and Debbie repeated the words, "With this ring, I thee wed," Mom and I stared at each other and Mom mouthed the word, "Soon," to me and even silent, it held so much promise that I could feel my cock stirring in my slacks.

"I now pronounce you married in the eyes of God," intoned Steinbeck. "You may both kiss the bride!" Everyone laughed and Molly and Debbie came together, their bodies seeming to fit perfectly as they kissed, tongues hungrily dancing in unison. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, Debbie and Molly Hamilton-Cash!" We all began to applaud and then there was simply a press of folks coming forward and for a few minutes a lot of hugs and kisses -- a surprising number of which were very passionate.

Then Mom was in my arms and we were kissing and I felt that delicious and naughty charge that I always got when French kissing my own mother in front of other people -- some who knew we were mother and son and others who were totally oblivious. Either way, it was exciting and it felt good to have Mom's lush body pressing against mine, feeling her heartbeat, her pulse racing as our tongues twirled and dueled.

Those sweet sensations were suddenly tripled as Debbie and Molly closed in on us and suddenly I had Debbie sucking on my tongue while Mom and Molly kissed passionately. When my aunt sets her mind to it, she can make your head spin with just her lips and tongue and she certainly had me dizzy with desire before she passed me along to Molly who was rubbing up against me as she seemed to climb up my body and press her lips to mind, whispering, "I've never been so happy, sugar and I have you and your family to thank for it!" before she and I locked lips and kissed.

I was vaguely aware of muffled and contented sighs from beside us and managed to spare a glance over to see Mom and Debbie kissing, hands roaming knowingly over each other's bodies. My bulge in my pants was beginning to feel insistent and a remote part of my mind was calculating where and when I get my mother alone and do something about it. 

Molly's hand palmed the tent in my pants and she giggled as she slowly rubbed it. Breaking our kiss, saliva in stringers between our barely parted lips, she said teasingly, "Sweet Lord, John! If our wedding turns you on this much, you'll be fucking your mother right in front of the preacher when it's your turn!"

Everyone laughed around us and again a thrill rippled through me as this reference to our incestuous behavior seemed not to create even a stir with Debbie's friends. No wonder she loved this bohemian little town so much!

"All right everyone, the reception is in our back yard!" called out my aunt. Why don't y'all get moseying that way and let's get this party rolling!" There was a lot of hurrahing and cheers and at the prospect of booze and free food, the entire wedding party began to move off the beach. 

Molly gave me another cock swelling kiss and then after Debbie rubbed my obvious erection and collected her bride, they moved off into the crowd. I saw Molly's grandmother take the Minister Steinbeck's arm and stroll off towards Debbie's and Molly's home and suddenly I found myself alone with my mother.

Mom slipped into my arms again, her arms wrapping around my neck as she let her meaty breasts pillow against my chest. Somehow, even without seeming to move, I could feel her voluptuous body rub against mine. Mom kissed me and the world just went away. All that remained was my mother and me, tongues dancing while we felt our hearts beat together as one. I had one hand running down her back and under her skirt and was thrilled to discover Mom wasn't wearing panties, cupping her meaty cheek in my hand, trailing one finger along the crack of her ass.

We kissed for a long time, long enough for me to start leaking precum. I wanted, no needed to fuck Mom in the worse way. Mom sensed it and she rubbed her stomach against my bulging pants until I was ready to cum and then eased off. Mom's eyes were full of naughty secrets as she whispered, "I love you, son!"

She put her head against my chest, her breath warm and delicious against my shirt. "I love you, Mom!" I replied. 

I took her right hand and put it against the tent in my crotch and she giggled and rubbed it just for a moment, saying, "We need to be careful. We don't want to let this big thing go to waste."

I let my free hand slip over her belly and then up to cup Mom's large breast. A thick, swollen nipple slipped out from the low cut front and Mom shivered as I rubbed it with my thumb. "What do you say we find a hiding spot in the sand and make love, Mom?" I asked.

Mom almost purred and replied, "Right now, I'd just like to fuck like wild animals, son, but..." Mom let out a long suffering sigh, "Right now, we're supposed to be helping out at the reception." She kissed me again, slowly and deeply and then winking at me, took me by the hand and we began the walk back to her sister's bungalow. On the way, I reached over and tucked her nipple away, letting out a long suffering sigh myself.

We walked slowly, my arm around Mom's naked shoulders, fingers idly brushing the half top of her soft tit, not saying a word, just savoring the presence of each other. I loved it. I loved just being with my mother all the time now. I had only graduated about seven weeks ago, but already the world had changed so much.

Graduation had been a blur. Mom and the twins and Aunt Debbie had descended upon Chicago -- the presence of the twins making it awkward and achingly difficult for Mom and me to be our true selves. My brothers were filled with excitement for their own impending high school graduation which would immediately be followed by their joining their respective military branches.

It had been a tough few months for them as they came to terms with our father's death and then dealing with the twin shocks of learning Dad had left them a lake cabin in Wisconsin and that Mom was selling the house and moving back to Kentucky. Mom had been shocked to learn about the cabin too, but her anger at the Old Man's secret hideout was muted by realizing it gave her younger sons a 'home' to come back too. 

It wasn't said aloud, but we all knew -- the twins were their father's sons and once they left, Mom and to even a greater extent, me, were out of their lives. I know that they loved Mom in their own way, but to them, she was someone who would soon no longer truly matter in their immediate lives. Mom and I have always made sure they knew they were welcome, but in all the years since, contact has been sporadic at best and almost always initiated by Mom and me.

Mom decided that the boys would be allowed to stay at a local hotel alone during their visit for my graduation and to "save money" Mom would stay at my apartment on the couch and to help me pack up. It worked out rather well. The boys stayed out of trouble, content with hotel cable and beer and pizza provided by me and I spent most of the weekend making love with our mother.

It was bittersweet in a way. It was time to move on, but Mom and I had such wonderful memories of my apartment. It was there, just two Christmases past that we had first made love, sweet, incestuous memories that we devoted ourselves to reliving as much as possible that last weekend. 

We saw little of Debbie and Molly as well, their love affair exploding with as much passion as Mom and I shared. They seemed made for each other, both with a seemingly inexhaustible capacity for making love. During spring break, Molly had flown down to Florida to be with Debbie and she had returned with a weary, but heavenly smile on her face and an engagement ring on her finger. It was during our post graduation dinner that they asked Mom and me to stand up with them at their wedding in July and while my brothers just sat there looking poleaxed, we both said yes, amid passionate kisses and hugs.

Two weeks later, we all applauded as the boys walked across their high school football field and collected their diplomas and a week later as Mom wept and I was rather misty eyed myself, we dropped the boys off at their enlistment depots and suddenly and finally, it was just Mom and me.

I'd like to tell you we went home and immediately went to bed and fucked our brains out until we passed out. That didn't happen. Truth is, we barely made it past the front door, before we were ripping our clothes off and touching, caressing, biting and sucking on each other. Our first time alone was on the living room carpet, clothes strewn every which way, Mom naked and on her back, legs spread wide as I slipped my erection into her wet pussy, kissing my mother hungrily, biting and sucking her lips as I began to thrust in and out of her sweet cunt.

It was now us, just us, no one to worry about catching us or surprising us. We were free to be a couple -- never again alone, but together, united in our incestuous love forever. We planned to be married in October when the leaves are so incredibly beautiful, but that was truly the moment that we made our vows, unspoken and unformed but complete and permanent. We fucked as mother and son. We fucked as husband and wife. We fucked as soulmates. We fucked and became one. 

When I began to shoot my hot semen into Mom's milking cunt, Mom let out a great wail of pleasure that I had never heard from her before, the orgasmic cries of a woman truly free to express herself and I joined her, roaring out my delight and joy and pleasure at our incestuous lovemaking.

For a week, we barely stopped making love, limited only by the demands of the human body for sleep and food and we tried our damnedest to incorporate our fucking into those activities as well. The entire house reeked of pussy and semen as we fucked and sucked and tried to sate ourselves of our hunger for each other and never succeeding. In all these years, I've never satisfied my desire to have my mother and I never will.

We stopped only when the moving people called to set a date for collecting and shipping those belongings of Mom's and myself to Kentucky and to close down our house. Even then, as we worked feverishly to get the house packed up and ready to go, we could barely keep our hands off each other. It was the beginning of our honeymoon, one we have never truly stopped taking -- even today.

But, somehow we did get it finished and good thing too. Mom already had a buyer for the house and our new home -- Mama Polly's old house was ready to move into. Mom had been very busy. During Spring Break, I had driven her to Kentucky and in a whirlwind of activity, Mom had engaged the services of Bill, her friend, Emma's husband, to serve as the building contractor to do work on our new home. 

Mom hired Bill to have the house remodeled completely, redoing the wiring and plumbing and adding central air and heat. What Mom had planned was to expand the back end of the house, adding a downstairs guestroom, a bathroom and increasing the size of the kitchen, while upstairs expanding Polly's old room into what would be our master bedroom complete with a bath as well as expand the old bathroom.

Mom fortunately had the money to burn from the Old Man's life insurance and Bill brought in really talented and competent people who had worked fast all spring so that by mid June, we could move in. Mom walked around with a huge smile as we toured it with Bill and Emma. Emma expressed amazement that Mom had kept the old kitchen table and despite having a modern range installed, had kept the old wood burning stove in one corner.

"I swear, Carrie -- you know you can get a beautiful table for this room -- hell, Bill here could make you one to order!" Emma said.

Mom just shook her head and replied while running her hand over the old rough surface and looking at me, "Oh no, I have too many good memories of this old table to get rid of it." She winked at me and added, "And I hope to make some new memories with it as well."

Later on, Mom and I were standing outside, admiring the way Bill and his folks had made the new addition seem almost part of the original house, when it hit me. "Mom, there's just the two of us and we have a five bedroom house. What're we gonna do with all that space?"

Mom just smiled at me and turned around to kiss me, her arms around my neck. "It's just us now, but you know how life is -- you never know when things might change!" Mom kissed me then, long and deep and when we were finished, Mom whispered, "John, I want a baby. I want to have my son's baby and raise him or her right here."

I felt my heart begin to beat and as my cock began to stir, I saw that hungry gleam in my mother's eyes. We moved as one, me lifting Mom up as she wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her back up onto the porch and into the living room. It was a warm spring day and my skin was slick with sweat from the effort of carrying Mom and my muscles were throbbing and swelling, but somehow I managed to carry Mom to the kitchen and set her down on the old kitchen table. "Let's make some memories, Mom," I gasped as I began to tug her blouse over her head while she fumbled with my belt and kicked off her sneakers.

Mom groaned as I leaned over and sucked her unfettered breasts and replied, "Fuck memories, let's make a baby, son!" I felt my jeans slide down my legs to pool at my feet and Mom lifted her sweet ass up so I could tug her jeans off her, revealing her thick pelt of black pubic hair, already split by her swollen labia, revealing glistening pink flesh. I groaned happily as Mom's hand stroked my hard cock, thick and long and always hungering for her hot and steamy womb. 




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 07



Mom scooted to the edge of the kitchen table, spreading her legs wide, allowing her cunt flesh to spread open to welcome my cock. "Fuck me, John. Fuck me and make Momma a baby!"

I responded by thrusting forward, sinking my cock deep into her slick, fiery flesh, her pussy walls wrapping my shaft in their wet and loving embrace, and sighing, "I love you, Mom!"

Our bodies slapped wetly together as I sank into Mom's cunt to the hilt, her thick pubic hair entangling with mine. I pulled Mom to me as her feet hooked around my legs and her thighs tightened against mine. We kissed as our bodies began lunging and bucking at each other, our breath whistling noisily as our tongues curled round each other, our hands busy caressing and cupping.

I could smell that sweet jasmine scent of Mom's mingling with our sweat and the aroma of sex. I could see the excitement in Mom's eyes as we made love. It was never less than intense between us, but whenever the thought of us making a child of our love was brought up, our lovemaking changed into something greater, hungrier and more erotic. We lost ourselves as the basic human urge to procreate merged with the delicious incestuous nature of our love to take us to a new plane of existence.

The entire world winnowed down to just us and we became so much more aware of each other, becoming cognizant of every molecule of each other's body. My erect penis thrust through Mom's lubricated flesh, bathed in her hot juices as I pressed into her womb again and again. I could feel Mom's nipples, hard and swollen, scraping against my chest, not quite sure when she had unbuttoned my shirt. Mom's heels dug into my ass cheeks as she tried to work my cock deeper into her tightening cunt. Mom hunched herself into me, her ass coming closer and closer to slipping off the edge of the table.

Mom's tongue rolled insistently around mine, doing things that made me almost dizzy with lust and urging closer and closer to the brink. Mom groaned into my mouth as my cock head swelled and I could feel my sperm surging upwards from my balls. Mom slipped forward and then seemed to jump free of the table, her legs tightening around my waist.

"OH GOD YESSSS, JOHN! GIVE ME YOUR CUM! FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP AND GIVE ME A BABYYYYY!" Mom cried out as her weight drove her down deeper on my cock and I began filling her womb with hot semen. For what seemed both too short a time and all of eternity, Mom and I stood there, two beings joined as one, stiffly quivering, awash in the storm of our mutual orgasm -- my seed filling up Mom's clasping cunt.

Finally, we came back to Earth and exhausted from our baby making efforts, we both laid down on the sturdy, weathered table and tried to catch our breath. We looked at each other and then up at the ceiling, at the joists and beams and wood, hammered together by Mama Polly's father before the beginning of the twentieth century.

"We're home, aren't we?" I breathed, taking Mom's hand and squeezing it gently.

Mom sighed and she looked at me with such love in her eyes and said, "Yes, son, we're home -- finally and forever." 

The movers arrived two days later with the few fragments of our old lives we had chosen to keep which hadn't been much at all, especially for Mom. I kidded her when we drove away from the house in for the first time that I had more clothes than she did. Mom had given most of what she called her dowdy housewife clothes to the Goodwill and was in the process of rebuilding her wardrobe to better meet her own exhibitionist desires.

When we had been apart from family, as I have often mentioned, Mom's wardrobe reflected her long suppressed urges to flaunt her voluptuous and sexy body. Short dresses with scoop necklines -- tight fitting clothes that showed off her curves, shorts and halter tops and tube tops that left more of her luscious ass and tits exposed than it covered up, along with sexy heels and shoes that accentuated her lovely legs. Mom was having a ball clothes shopping and I loved helping her, watching her pick out more daring outfits than I had had the courage to suggest. Everyday was a wonderful day in which Mom showed off to me and the rest of the world jiggling tit flesh and her sexy legs and bare shoulders!

When the movers arrived, I had another surprise for her -- one that I'd saved months for and had had to be a little sneaky in arranging. As Mom supervised the movers (who were ogling her in her red tube top and short denim shorts), directing various boxes and furniture to various rooms, she just stopped and stared as they unloaded from the truck the frame of a brass rail bed. The older of the two movers worked a cigar around in his mouth, his eyes roaming enviously over Mom's lush body and said, "So, where you want the bed, lady?"

I came up behind Mom and ran my arms around her waist. "She'll want it in the master bedroom." I gave them directions to the room while Mom whirled around in my arms and gasped, "John, where did you get that? It looks exactly like the one in that inn we stayed at!"

I was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat and I said, "It is the same bed. I bought it and arranged for the movers to pick it up on their way down. It's a wedding gift to you a few months early."

Mom's lip trembled and tears began to trickle down her face and then she was showering my faces with kisses and sobbing, "I love you! I never imagined...no-one ever did something like that for me before!" I got more hugs and the kisses became more passionate, drawing chuckles from the movers as they passed by several more times before Mom calmed down. Of course, by then, I was pretty worked up, but Mom just grinned when I suggested we take a walk up the hill, saying, "Oh no. I want you saving it up till tonight when we get our bed set up and break it in right!"

As frustrated as I was at that moment, it was all worth it as I discovered when that evening after we had bid the movers goodbye and had set the bed up, getting the new mattresses situated on it and I was sitting naked on clean sheets and Mom emerged from the bathroom. I could feel my heart begin to pound and my cock, already erect, stiffened and slapped against my belly.

Mom's long black hair with just a few sexy streaks of gray had been brushed out and hung over her bare shoulders. She had on a filmy green negligee of sorts that seemed to wrap around her in wispy layers, but was almost completely transparent, her meaty, slightly sagging breasts hanging proudly on her chest and her thick dark bush stood out between her pale, flawless thighs. She was wearing a pair of four inch high heels that drew attention to her shapely calves. Mom had added the perfect finishing touch -- a black ribbon tied around her neck, holding a cameo I had given her when I was younger.

"Oh, Mom, you're beautiful!" I murmured as she approached, smiling that naughty smile of hers that promised so much -- a smile full of wicked carnality and sexual hunger. 

I started to rise up, but Mom pushed me back and leaned over and kissed me, her tongue snaking into my mouth while her hand wrapped around my cock and slowly stroked me. "I love you, son!" Mom sighed against my lips. Silently, using her hands she urged me back on the bed until I was on my back, head on the pillows. Mom straddled me, resting her hairy bush against my throbbing cock and rocking slowly back and forth, her wet, slick lips sliding along the shaft of my cock. "Tonight, Momma shows her son how much she loves him," Mom said softly, her voice husky with desire.

My hands went to her waist, slipping in between the folds of the silky negligee, but to my surprise Mom shook her head and with a smile full of secrets, pulled my hands free and then drew my right hand up to the brass rails of the bed. "Tonight, John, Momma's in total control," she murmured.

I looked on in totally amazement as she pulled at the negligee and a long strand of the transparent green cloth came free. Mom leaned into me, her breasts dragging across my chest as she proceeded to tie my hand to the railing. "Um, Mom? What are you doing?" I asked.

Mom just replied, "Shhhh," and took my other arm and pulling loose another strand of green, silky cloth, tied my other hand to the brass bed as well. Sitting up, Mom wiggled atop my cock and smiled at her handiwork. "Now then, I have you just where I want you, John," she said.

I have to say, I was excited. My cock was throbbing madly and it was all I could do not to blow my wad right then and there. "Sooo, what are you doing, Mom?" I asked again.

Mom started pulling more of the wraparound negligee away from her body as she answered. "Just a little fantasy I've had for a while and now that we're home, sweetheart..." Mom leaned in and brushed my lips with hers, her tongue trailing over my mouth. "Now that we're in our home, I thought I would live out my fantasy."

Mom's hips undulated atop me, her pussy dripping with hot juices that were bathing my cock. "Son, I'm going to fuck you all night long and you're just going to have to lie back and love it." Mom lifted herself off me, my cock rising along with her, seeking her heat and wetness, until the head of my cock slipped between her lips and found her warm and succulent opening. "Ahhhhhmmmmmmm, yessssss," Mom hissed as she began to move back down, my cock spearing inside her as she enveloped it within her sticky-slick hot cunt. 

Mom was the perfect image of a carnal whore as she sat on my cock, her eyes closing as she bit her lower lip with her sexy overbite, savoring the wonderful and incestuous sensation of her son's cock filling her motherly pussy. "My god, I love you so much, John," Mom whispered as she began to ride me.

I wanted to tell her I loved her too, but I was biting my lip as I struggled not to lose control in the midst of the sweetest sensation a son can know, the feeling of his mother's pussy wrapped around his hard cock. I groaned with pleasure as Mom's hot flesh caressed by cock as it worked its way up and down my shaft. My eyes shifted back and forth between my mother's lovely face, now twisted with carnal pleasure, and her bouncing, rolling breasts -- nipples swollen like ripe strawberries ready to explode. 

Mom's knees pressed into my sides as she fucked me and the room seemed to grow hot, the heat building outward from our joined crotches, causing our bodies to become slick with fucksweat. "I love your cock, son!" Mom called out again and again in a sing-song voice as she rode me, her back arching and causing her tits to be thrust out, her hands caressing the heavy bags of flesh, pinching and pulling her nipples as she squirmed astride me, somehow seeming to take me deeper with each movement.

We were both aware of a third participant in our love making as the bed began to squeak and groan as Mom bounced up and down on my cock. Its protesting creaks ran counterpoint to our cries and moans as we fucked and Mom stroked my chest with her hand and grinned happily at me, letting me know how much she loved how her new brass bed amplified the noises of our incestuous fucking. With each new noise from our bed, Mom's excitement seemed to escalate and I could sense her approaching climax.

Mom' hot juices turned to scalding cream as her orgasm swept over her and I could not hold out any longer and Mom's sudden cries of pleasure were joined by me bellowing, "FUCK, I LOVE YOU, MOMMMM!" as I began ejaculating thick streamers of semen inside her pussy. My body convulsed with pleasure and I flung my pelvis upwards, seeking to pierce Mom's womb deeper as I flooded her with hot sperm. Mom stiffened with sexual elation, her body becoming almost perfectly still until her pleasure began to make her body first quiver and then shudder as her orgasm ripped through her.

Mom collapsed, pressing her face against mine as her body heaved with aftershocks, kissing me between gasps for breath while her cunt continued to massage my cock, refusing to let it go flaccid. My flood of hot seed became a trickle and I dueled tongues with Mom until we both had to stop or pass out from lack of air.

Finally, Mom's breathing relaxed and she began to purr, her breath warm against my neck. "That...that, Mom was fantastic," I wheezed.

Mom nuzzled my neck and whispered, "John, my darling, you aint seen nothing yet!" She giggled and said, "I love my bed, son. I love hearing it -- hearing the noise of fucking!" To illustrate, Mom began to slowly roll her hips, my still mostly erect cock responding to the caress of her cunt walls. In turn, we heard a soft creak of metal as the bedsprings began to respond to Mom's loving movements.

Mom was still shaky from her earlier exertions and as she mewled as pleasure began to work its way through her again, she leaned forward, using the brass rail headboards for support as she began to rock back and forth on my now massively stiff cock again. Mom's huge, pendulous breasts swung back and forth over my face and I watched them hungrily until she leaned forward a little more and I raised my head and snapped my teeth onto one of her nipples.

"OHHHHHYESSSS!" Mom squealed, her whole body shaking as I nipped and sucked at her tit, holding her hard, rubbery nipple in place with my teeth and rolling my tongue over the very tip of the thick and swollen nub. Again, Mom bathed my cock with her steaming juices, but now that I had cummed, I knew I would last and I began to buck, thrusting my crotch upwards to meet her descending pelvis. 

The bed shook and screeched as Mom hung on as she rode into orgasm again, her pussy clamping tightly around my penis while her body shivered and quaked. When she began to calm down, I let go of her nipple and caught the other tit with my mouth before she could move and her body, reacting to the pain and pleasure my mouth and cock provided sent her over the edge again.

Long minutes passed as we fucked slowly, my mouth chewing on Mom's nipples until my jaws ached while Mom rose and fell and rose again on my cock, her orgasm waxing and waning again and again. The intense gratification seemed to go on and on, taking us to almost unbearable heights until Mom was wailing, tears falling from her face to splatter against my cheeks, begging me to, "Cummmmm, Johnnnnn -- please, son, cummmm in Momma's pussy!"

I held out as long as I could, but eventually as Mom collapsed on top of me, her cunt spasming around my aching cock, I cried out, "I love you, Mom -- cumming for you, MOM!" and I again emptied my load in Mom's wet and steaming womb.

We were both exhausted and by the time we had regained our breath, Mom was softly snoring on top of me, my semi-erect cock still buried inside her semen drenched cunt. Tied up, I could do little more than enjoy the sweet sensations that Mom's body offered and went to sleep myself savoring her touch.

The rest of the night was a bit hazy -- full of sleepy time fucking and at one point sucking as Mom cleaned my cock of our mixed juices. I awoke at one point to find Mom's hairy pussy rubbing against my face while she swirled her tongue around my sensitive penis and I happily tongued her to another orgasm, lapping up her juices and my own semen in the process.

I also discovered a strange and exciting experience. Now, Mom and I are not big fans of wet play, but that first real night in our home, Mom introduced me to something I never even dreamed of. I had been awaked by an intense need to urinate and realized Mom wasn't on the bed. Then I heard the toilet flush and Mom reappeared, beautiful in the dim light of the room, naked with bed tousled hair. She smiled at me as I said, "Thank God, you're awake. Mom, I need to pee something awful!"

Mom stopped and laughed and replied, "Okay, so go ahead."

I laughed in response and tried to move my arms, still tied to the bed. "Hello -- some kinky woman tied your son up!"

Mom found this funny and said, "Oh yeah? Well, I told you, you're mine all night and I'm not untying you."

I bet I looked desperate because Mom shook her head and turned around and headed back to the bathroom. "Hang on, son. I'll see if I can find something to help you out." She returned a minute later with an old long necked plastic flower vase. "Here you go, son. Piss in this."

Mom climbed up in the bed and taking my cock in hand, aimed it at the vase's opening. "Um, Mom. I don't know about this." I said.

My mother giggled and said, "Go ahead and pee. I'll make sure you don't make a mess." Mom thought this was hilarious and kept giggling while I struggled with the moment. You all went through toilet training as toddlers and know the dilemma I was facing. It's damned near impossible to urinate when someone else is guiding your penis and you're lying down. All those old instincts kick in and your body tries to resist.

The pressure was intense and strangely erotic, I could feel and see my cock begin to erect. "Mom, you're going to have to let me up. I can't..."

Mom leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You have to trust me, John. Momma knows best." Mom's tongue flickered out and danced around the outer shell of my ear. "Let it go, son," she said softly. And I did. I began to piss -- you know the feeling -- that sweet pleasure when you can finally can achieve release? I was experiencing that and more -- the pleasure of emptying my bladder and just letting everything relax was intense -- perhaps not on the scale of an orgasm, but close, very, very close!

Afterwards, as Mom took care of the vase, I lay there, again catching my breath and not for the first or last time, considered how so very much my world was changing! And of course, I was thinking that same thing again as Mom and I walked back from Molly and Deb's wedding ceremony.

Mom giggled as she gazed down at the even more prominent bulge in my slacks and said, "Yum, I wonder what you're thinking about, sweetheart?"

I laughed and said, "Well, truth is, if I'm around you, Mom -- I'm usually hard, but I was thinking back to our first night at Mama Polly's -- breaking in your brass bed."

Mom cozied up closer to me, her mostly exposed breast rubbing against my arm and said, "Mmmmmm -- that was a fun night. I already miss our new bed!" She reached down and rubbed her palm against my bulge. "And I miss this big thing too! We've been so busy today, we've not had a chance to make love!"

I made a face and growled, "Not for lack of trying! Maybe we can find a closet or something at Deb's while everyone is partying."

Mom stuck her tongue out at me. "Patience, baby. Momma promises you'll get some relief before the night is over." She laughed when I rolled my eyes and then we were back at Deb's and the party. Despite my blue balls, it was a wonderful party, full of laughter and food and drink. Debbie's friends were a very accepting and hedonistic bunch and it was nice not having to hide my feelings about Mom and knowing that we could just be ourselves -- affectionate and loving with each other and receiving only approving or at worse, envious stares when we kissed or embraced or cuddled during the evening.

My only bad moment of the evening was when wedding presents were opened and I realized I didn't have a clue what Mom and I had gotten Debbie and Molly. I cornered Mom and questioned her, but she just shook her head and said, "We'll give them their present in private, later." She then smiled lovingly at me and said not another word, even though I pressed her several times about the matter.

Finally, the evening began to wind down and the guests started to drift out in couples or small groups. Molly asked me to drive her grandmother back to her hotel as her original ride, Steinbeck was passed out drunk and being carried out by several other guests.

The old woman didn't say much during the ride, but seemed to be studying me as I drove along the coast road. Finally, as I pulled up in front of her hotel, she turned and said, "Thank you, John." I walked her up to her room and she shook my hand and as I turned to leave, she reached out and squeezed my arm. "You love your mother, boy?"




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 07



"Yes, ma'am, I do," I replied, feeling my face get warm under her scrutinizing stare.

She nodded. "Well, you make a good couple and Molly thinks the world of you both. I reckon it will all work out for you two." She tightened her grip on my arm. "I expect you to keep an eye on my little girl too. You're the man of that family now. Be a good one!"

The old lady let go of me and stepped inside the doorway. She turned and grinned at me -- I knew where Molly got her charming smile now. "Family loving aint so bad, I reckon. Doubt Molly's ever heard the stories about my great grandparents. Come over from Ireland, they did. Lots of stories about how Great-granddaddy married a woman half his age." Molly's grandmother winked at me. "Some of those stories say my Great-granny was really his daughter. Not that it matters -- they shore loved each other and aint that all that matters?" She nodded her head and closed the door as I stared in mouth wide open shock.

I don't remember much of the drive back, but agreed with Molly's grandmother about family loving and I was anxious to pick up Mom and take her back to our hotel room and work on some family loving of our own. We'd taken a room nearby to give Molly and Debbie privacy on their wedding night before they took a flight out to Aruba for their honeymoon.

When I got back to Debbie's and Molly's house, it appeared deserted. All the guests' cars were gone. I walked in to find Mom sitting on the couch, her sexy red dress hiked up above her thighs, revealing her thick bush and a very wet pussy. Mom had two fingers slowly rubbing her wet, aroused cunt, her face flushed red with desire. She beckoned me to sit next to her and then she kissed me hungrily, her thick tongue thrusting into my mouth, seeking a playmate. When she was finished, I was red-faced and hard as steel. My hand slipped to her thigh and moved upwards, feeling the heat coming off of her cunt.

Mom moved to stop me, taking my hand in hers and in a quiet voice, said, "John, we need to talk."

Mom's quiet but serious tone pulled me up short. "Is something wrong, Mom?"

My mother shook her head and gave me a gentle smile. "No, baby -- everything's fine. We need to discuss Molly's and your Aunt Deb's wedding present."

"Um...okay. What is it anyway? Why's it been such a big secret?"

Mom took my hand and kissed it. She reached out and stroked my face and replied, "John, your aunt and Molly have asked me to ask you for something." Mom paused and took a deep breath. "Son, Molly and Debbie want to have a baby and they want you to be the father."

Okay, I admit, I didn't see that one coming. I stared at Mom in complete and utter shock and when I could finally reply, said, "Um...what?"

Mom nodded and said, "Molly and Deb want to have a family and want you to be the baby's father."

My head began to spin and I felt this incredible well of emotions erupting. "A baby? For Molly and Aunt Deb -- um, me be the father." I shook my head, trying unsuccessfully to clear it. "Mom, um...I always thought I would have a family with you. Having a baby with someone else...I don't know. I can't see having a child and not being a part of its life and I want to have a child with you..."

Mom nodded and replied, "Oh son, I want that too, but I've been off the pill for a while and God knows we've tried and I'm forty-three now and it might not happen." Mom cast her eyes down and I could see her lower lip tremble as she struggled to keep control. Finally, she looked back up at me, her hazel eyes misty with tears. "John, I want to spend my life with you, but I want you to have a chance to know how wonderful it is to have a child -- to be a parent. 

"You're not just a sperm donor here. Molly and Deb want you to be a father in every way for this baby. You will be...we both will be as much a part of his or her life as we want." Mom smiled and added, "And if I might just be a bit of a conceited future grandmother, I think you and Molly would have beautiful babies."

My mind was still reeling, but I will confess I already found the possibility exciting. I loved Molly and Debbie -- in truth, if Mom and I had never found our true way, I think I would have proposed to Molly. To imagine that she and I might create a child -- well, it made my cock hard!

"Mom, are you sure about this?" I asked, reaching out and taking her hand.

She nodded and said, "Yes, son. I know you're in shock. I was when Molly and Debbie first asked me, but I think that giving them a baby -- making a child with two wonderful, loving people...well, how can it be wrong?"

I nodded in agreement and replied, "Okay, then...so what, um, do I do?"

Mom looked at me with a silly smirk and then her lip trembled as she struggled for control and then Mom was almost on the floor as she began to laugh, almost choking as she answered me, "Ohhh, John. I know you know how to make babies!" And then Mom was laughing again until she had to wipe the tears from her eyes. I felt stupid for asking the question the way I had, but had to laugh at myself too.

Finally, when Mom had recovered, I asked, "Okay, so what is the plan here anyway?"

Mom giggled and replied, "Well, Debbie and Molly are in their bedroom -- Debbie's been getting Molly ready for your big cock and Molly is ovulating right now, so...I know you've been dying to get some relief all day. Let's go tell the newlyweds that you said yes and then let's give them our wedding present!"

Mom stood up and leading me by the hand, walked me to the master bedroom. As she opened the door, she called out. "Who's ready to get knocked up?"

We stepped into the bedroom to behold a lovely sight. Molly was lying on the bed, propped up on pillows, naked as the day she was born. Her face and chest were flushed and her hair was wet with sweat as Debbie lay between her legs and was tonguing her shaved pussy. Molly opened her eyes and gasped, "So, sugar, you're gonna do it? You'll make a baby with us?"

She gave a little squeal as Debbie rolled her tongue over her partner's swollen clitoris before sitting up and grinning as she replied, "Of course John will do it -- we're family after all and a loving family at that!" My Aunt Deb slithered off the bed and stalked towards me, giving me that lusty look of hers that had me almost creaming in my slacks. I felt almost hypnotized by her carnal stare, scarcely aware that Mom was unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it off me. 

My statuesque and naked aunt came up and placed her hands on my bare chest as she rose up and kissed me, her tongue coated with Molly's pussy cream. As she shared Molly's sweet juices with me, her hands joined with Mom's to undo my slacks and free my aching cock. When I was naked, my sexy aunt squatted down in front of me, taking my cock in hand and stroking me gently. "Are you ready to give us a baby," she cooed, her tongue flicking out to tease my erect penis.

"Are you ready to fuck my Molly pregnant?" Debbie added as she rose up and kissed me again, joining with Mom to envelope me in mature, womanly flesh and guide me towards the bed.

As I climbed up on the bed, Mom reached out and touched my cheek and then leaned in and she kissed me, whispering, "Make me proud, John," and then slipping down to kiss the head of my erect cock. She looked up at me with so much love in her eyes and said, "For good luck." 

Debbie then kissed me again, her tongue dancing with mine before she leaned down and kissed my throbbing cock head. "It's time, nephew. Make us a beautiful love child!" she breathed as I moved between Molly's widespread legs.

"Hi there, sugar," Molly said, her voice a little nervous. Mom and Deb eased down along either side of her and Molly let her attention wander away from me and my aching dick long enough to give each woman her tongue in an erotic kiss. I eased down until my cock was resting just above her flowered, sopping wet pussy, her heavy tits heaving with excitement.

"Are you ready for me, Molly?" I asked, surprised by the nervousness in my voice.

She nodded and replied, "Um, I think so." Then she grinned and said, "Sugar, I know we've fucked a couple of hundred times, but John, I swear I think I just forgot how to do it!" We both laughed, recognizing the line from the movie, The Big Chill."

"Yeah -- knowing we're trying to make a baby makes it all different, doesn't it?" I said.

Molly lifted her head up, bringing her lips to mine and we kissed, tongues making love as our bodies began to move against each other -- Molly rolling her pelvis with old familiarity and capturing the head of my cock between her labia, her arousal clearly evident in the wet heat her cunt was generating. "It does, John," Molly said in a quiet, almost breathless voice. "It makes it better! Fuck me, John. Let's make a baby!"

As one we moved together, Molly thrusting her hips upward as I drove my cock down into her and with one swift motion, I buried my cock inside her hot pussy to the root, grinding my hairy crotch against her smooth mound. 

Debbie had taken Molly to the edge of orgasm before we entered the room and now she found release as I filled her pussy with my long, hard cock and she gave a scream of intense pleasure as I brought her over the edge into climax. "Oh, god, yessss!" Molly cried out as she arched her back and wrapped her arms and legs around my body, trying to will me as deep as possible into her womb. "Ohhhh, Debbbielove, his cock feels sooo good," she crooned as waves of orgasmic pleasure wracked her body. 

Molly opened her mouth, her tongue appearing, seeking company and before I could react, Debbie ducked in and was kissing her newlywed partner. Molly gurgled and moaned into Aunt Deb's mouth as I plunged in and out of her tight pussy, her sugar walls clinging to my shaft as I thrust deep inside her and slowly withdrew. 

My body trembled with effort as I struggled to maintain control and hold off my own orgasm. Mom leaned over and kissed me and whispered words of support as I fucked Molly, trying to bury my aching cock as deep as I could go. "Momma's so proud of you, baby!" Mom sighed between wet kisses. "Make it good for her, John. Show Molly how good fucking is when you're trying for a baby!"

Then I was kissing Molly again, our eyes locked on each other as we increased the pace and intensity of our lovemaking. Sweat covered us and the room felt and smelled like a sauna room in a whorehouse -- the air full of pussy and more than a hint of semen as we fucked. Molly's orgasm had waned, but was now rising up in her again, her hard nipples scraping against my chest as her cunt began to spasm and tighten around my penis again and then I passed the point of no return.

"Here it comes, Molly," I moaned as I drove deep in her, feeling her hips roll upwards to take me just a fraction deeper. "Cumming, Molly -- giving you a baby, lover!" I went deep and felt my balls jerk painfully as I exploded inside her, thick heavy jets of sperm bursting forth from my cock and flooding her womb with hot semen.

Molly cried out, the intense pleasure of my ejaculations sending her into orgasm again and she mashed her lips against mine and my head reverberated with her squelched sobs as she held on tightly to me and welcomed my seed in her pulsating pussy. Pleasure locked us tight together as we came together. A quick glance to both sides revealed Mom and her sister close to us, both working fingers furiously in and out of their own cunts, eyes shining with excitement as they watched us fuck and cum.

Finally, we both collapsed, me keeping my weight off Molly with my elbows, my cock still throbbing and hard, buried in her cum soaked pussy. Molly grinned up at me and wheezed, "Oh sugar, your hot cum feels so good. I can feel your hot baby makers inside me, trying to make me pregnant!" She lay back helpless, pinned to the mattress by my cock. Aunt Deb moved in and began kissing her face, her tongue licking at her lover's lips, tasting her sweat and our mingled saliva.

Mom began to moan as she reached climax, four of her own fingers thrust deep inside her hairy cunt. I reached out with one hand and wrapped it around Mom's wrist and worked her hand in and out of her pussy -- glops of pussy cream smeared over her fingers. Mom sobbed and shivered as she came and then I took her juice soaked hand and began licking it off, Molly and Deb joining in. It was such a nasty scene, I felt my cock throb with need and slowly I began to pump into Molly's cunt again.

Molly stretched her limbs like a lazy cat and purred, "Mmmmm, yes -- I just know you've knocked me up, John, but sugar, nothing wrong with giving me some more of your big dick's hot jizzum!"

We began to fuck, sweet and slow and then fast and furious and then slow and sweet again. The edge now off my own need to cum, I knew I was good for a long fuck and I tried to make it good for Molly, finding her sweet spots and rolling and twisting my hips to allow my cock to touch them all. Soon, the sexy thing was writhing underneath me, her meaty, pert tits bouncing merrily as she moaned and scissored her legs, trying to take me as deep as possible.

Molly's eyes were glazed and her tongue peaked out, licking her lips as she began moaning, "Pussy! PUSSSSSYYYY NEED ITTTT! GIVE MEEE PUSSSYYY!"

Deb, who had resumed fingering herself quickly moved to straddle her lover's face with her own pussy, squatting over Molly's mouth and letting her began to lick and nibble at her long labia, cunt cream dripping down to cover Molly's face. Mom clambered behind her sister and knelt there and wrapped her arms around Deb, cupping her sister's big tits with her hands in an effort to keep her steady and to help spur Aunt Debbie's impending orgasm on by pinching her long, swollen nipples.

My aunt's bald pussy right in front of my face served as a distraction to help me keep from cumming from the excitement of this carnal exhibit as I pressed my face into her pussy, my tongue joining with Molly's to lick Debbie's sodden cunt. Soon, Molly's cries of pleasure were mingling with Deb's sobs of orgasmic joy culminating in my aunt screaming her love for her family as she literally sprayed pussy cream all over her newly wedded lover's face.

Aunt Deb pitched over into a quivering heap of pleasured flesh and Mom and I quickly began licking Molly's face clean of Deb's juices. "My turn," Mom sang out happily as she hurried to straddle Molly's face, rubbing her thick furred mound over Molly's open mouth, squealing with delight as Molly's long tongue plowed the furrow between Mom's thick lips.

What followed was so nasty and erotic -- the sounds of Molly slurping and licking and gasping for air as my mother rode her face, rocking back and forth as Molly's tongue pierced her pussy, delving deep inside Mom's hot twat while I pounded Molly's clasping cunt with my stiff, swollen penis. I leaned forward and was content to feel Mom's hairy muff caress my face as she sat on Molly's talented mouth. Soon, Molly had Mom moaning and groaning, her hands coming up and catching Mom's swinging breasts, pinching Mom's nipples hard as she tongued her until Mom began to sob from the sweet mix of pain and pleasure.

Mom's body stiffened and she closed her eyes and began biting her lower lip as orgasm turned her into a quivering mountain of lusty pleasure and the beauty of seeing Mom cum sent me over the edge again and Molly began to scream, her voice muffled by Mom's creaming pussy as I pumped Molly's womb full of hot semen again.

Mom finally keeled over, sliding off Molly's face, leaving the young woman with a cunt cream facial. I drove my ejaculating cock deep one last time and began kissing Molly's face, cleaning her of my Mom's copious pussy juices while Molly's cunt milked the last of my seed from my now aching and weary cock.

"I love -- love -- love this family, John!" Molly whimpered as I showered her with kisses. "You've made me pregnant -- I just know you have and now our family can grow and be even more wonderful than ever!" 

As her orgasm subsided, her eyes were fluttering and I knew she was on the edge of sleep. I kissed her and whispered, "Yes and you're going to be such a wonderful mother, Molly darling. Thank you for allowing me the privilege of being your baby's father." Molly smiled at me and started to reply, but then her eyes closed and she began to snore, stopping only to groan as I slowly wormed my semi-erect cock out of her grasping cunt.

I rolled over onto my back, trying to catch my breath when Mom and Debbie descended upon me and I groaned with pleasure as my overly sensitive cock responded to the two mature women eagerly cleaning my cock with their tongues, licking up my sperm and Molly's juices and then sharing them with each other.

After watching them kiss in such a way as to begin to revive my cock for another go, Deb curled up next to Molly who in her sleep snuggled up to her newly wed partner and sighed happily while Mom curled up with me. "I'm so proud of you, son," Mom whispered to me. "I can't begin to tell you how exciting it was to watch you just now -- more than ever before!" Mom kissed me long and passionately, her tongue a hungry animal seeking to be satiated. "When we get home, we'll work on making babies some more. Watching you with Molly makes me want to give you a child more than ever!"

Mom and I stayed with her sister and Molly all night and through most of the next day until they left on their honeymoon and Mom with a mixture of envy and satisfaction made sure that every load of my hot semen was delivered to Molly, filling her womb to overfilling with hot, baby-making seed.

When we kissed Molly and Deb goodbye at the airport, watching them fly off on their honeymoon, Molly thanked us for making her pregnant. When I asked her how she could be sure, Molly just smiled, her face lit with an almost holy glow and replied, "Sugar...I just know -- I reckon if a mother looks in her heart, she always knows."

Turns out, Molly knew what she was talking about. Five weeks later, as Mom was keeping busy with putting finishing touches on the house and I was settling into my new job near Lexington, we got a call from Molly and Deb announcing that our family was about to get bigger and that I was going to be a father!

Mom and I were almost as thrilled as if it was Mom that was pregnant. Lord knows we were trying, making love whenever we felt like it and we felt like it a lot! I knew there was a little sadness behind Mom's smile, but in a sense, she felt like this child was going to belong to all of us and in that I believe that was and is true. As Mom and I explored our new world together, eagerly looking towards our own wedding, the impending arrival of a child I had fathered was an equally exciting adventure that Mom and I were taking part in. We could only hope that more blessings would follow. Only time would tell.

To Be Continued... 



Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 08



A lot of you have been waiting anxiously for this installment. Merry Christmas to you all - consider this your Christmas present! I hope it lives up to expectations. As always, please offer up your thoughts, comments and criticisms - it is what helps to inspire me.

Enjoy...

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"Hey, Hamilton! Tony and me are catching a beer -- why don't you come along?"

I was unlocking my truck in the company parking lot, heading home after a day's work. I turned at the invitation and shook my head as I replied to one of my co-workers, Willis, "Naw, man -- heading home. My lady's waiting for me." Willis and Tony worked in cubicles near my own -- like me, they were fresh out of college, but unlike me, they were still looking for Miss Right or even better as far as they were concerned, Miss Right Now.

Tony rolled his eyes and said, "C'mon, John! Man, you're not even married yet and you're pussy whipped!"

I just grinned and shook my head again. "With what's waiting for me at home, if that's pussy whipped, then Lord, beat me all you can!" 

Both guys guffawed and while Willis climbed into his beater of a car, Tony got a far away look on his face and I knew he was calling up the picture of my Mom that sat on my work desk. It wasn't anything scandalous -- just a picture of Mom sitting on a rock, the hills above our home in the background -- she was wearing a short summer dress that showed off the heft and beauty of Mom's heavy breasts and her shapely legs. "Yeah, man -- I can dig that, I reckon." He grinned at me and waved goodbye. "John, you and your lady have a great weekend!"

Of that there was no doubt. As I drove home, I thought that truthfully, life couldn't get much better. It was now October and we'd been living on Mama Polly's old property for the better part of five months now. My first real job was going well -- my supervisor was pleased with the quality of my technical writing and although it was a little more than an hour's commute each way, I generally left the house each morning with a smile and the memory of Mom on her knees sucking my cock before I was allowed out the door and I drove home each night keenly anticipating taking my mother in my arms again.

Each day seemed to bring new discoveries as I realized how incredibly deep a relationship can become when you are sharing your life so intimately with another. It wasn't just the sex, although that became more intense as time passed, but also the simple things that make up everyday life. Holding hands as we strolled along the street, catching our reflections in a storefront window, marveling at seeing ourselves, hand in hand or arms around each other's waists -- just another couple in love out window shopping.

Reveling in the knowledge that this was my mother and soon to be my wife and that now, here in this time and place, I could kiss her like a man kisses his woman in public and that others saw us as only a couple -- as "John and Carrie" whether or not they knew our incestuous secret. Simple things like sitting at Mama Polly's kitchen table having supper and looking at my beautiful mother and knowing that we would be sharing thousands of suppers like this in the decades to come, filled me with wonder.

And of course, there was the sex. Everyone can debate whether the ever increasing pleasure of our lovemaking is because of us being mother and son -- or simply the end result of the joining of true soul mates. It is both and neither and it is something more, this thing that Mom and I share, and although I have tried so many times to put what we are on paper -- I, at best, can only create a pale echo of the love my mother and I have. Nevertheless, as Mom and I lie gasping in bed, naked and sweaty as we bask in the afterglow of our incestuous orgasms, we both agree that it just gets better and better each time we are joined -- cock and pussy.

Now we were preparing to marry -- to be joined as husband and wife under the eyes and blessing of God -- a joyous event that we had both been anticipating for a long time. A long time ago, atop a tall building in Chicago on New Year's Eve, I had promised Mom I would stand with her in front of a minister and before God and claim her as my wife and now that time was upon us.

As to who would perform the ceremony -- well, Mom and I agreed that there was only one possibility...Reverend Simmons, the now retired preacher from Mom's childhood church -- the church we were now attending. As I tooled down Interstate 75, I felt my cock stirring as I recalled the day we had finally asked Reverend Simmons to officiate at our nuptials.

It had been back in August, a few weeks after returning from Molly and Deb's wedding that we had invited Reverend Simmons and his daughter Melinda over for Sunday supper. Mom fixed a sumptuous pot roast and mountains of mashed potatoes and peach cobbler for dessert and I was amused to see that wiry little old man put away two heaping helpings of everything. 

We all had a good time -- the reverend was a great story teller, never really crossing bawdy, but titillating us with his recollections and making us laugh till we were almost crying. The whole time he was talking, his eyes behind his thick lenses were roving over Mom's delicious body while his hands always seemed to wandering about Melinda's petite frame. 

I didn't blame him, Mom was wearing a halter top that left little to the imagination, tit flesh overflowing the top and sides and which the seams appeared to be on the verge of unleashing Mom's massive breasts. She also had on blue jean cutoffs, her ass cheeks jiggling enticingly as she moved around the kitchen and dining area bringing food to the table or bending over to check the cobbler in the oven. 

And I confess to roaming an appreciative eye over his Melinda who, despite being at least fifteen years older than Mom, was a very attractive and sexy woman in her own right -- wearing a light blue spaghetti strap summer dress that drew attention to her bare shoulders and slim figure.

We had finished dinner and were in the living room enjoying Reverend Simmons's stories -- him finishing up one about Mom's daddy, Tom and how as a teenaged boy, he had dropped a skink (a salamander-like critter) down the front of the Reverend's mother's dress at a church picnic. "And Momma let out a yell to curl your hair and she was out of her dress in a flash and running across the field, her big ol boobs flopping this way and that and turns out she wasn't wearing knickers that day." 

The old man smiled a bit sadly and said, "Now, Momma -- she didn't cotton to family loving like Daddy's side of the family did and it wasn't till that moment and I was in my late twenties, mind you, that I ever had my prayers answered and saw my mother naked as the day she was born, but I swear, I think about her fine body that God blessed her with every day of my life since...praise God. And I got your daddy, Carrie, to thank for that!"

Reverend Simmons was sitting in a big leather chair and Melinda was curled up next to him on the wide arm, her arm draped around her father's shoulders. She snorted and said, "That's true, but I doubt a day goes by that you don't think about every woman you've seen naked your entire life, Papa!" We all laughed at that and then a moment of awkward silence set in as we all looked at each other expectantly.

Finally, the old man stepped into the void. "Now, while I know y'all enjoy our company, I reckon you're wanting to ask me something, Carrie."

Mom's face reddened and she reached out and took my hand and said, "You always knew what was on my mind, Reverend Simmons. The fact of the matter is..." Mom paused and I understood why. True enough, we were reveling in our incestuous relationship and were unashamed that we were lovers, but it is still difficult to just say out loud...

"Reverend Simmons, Mom and I want to get married and we want you to perform the ceremony!" I blurted it out, both embarrassed and basking in Mom's sudden loving stare.

Quiet followed as the old man studied us both for a moment, his daughter smiling mysteriously at us, a slight flush spreading out from the low neckline of her dress. Reverend Simmons scooted forward to the edge of the sweet, his thin, angular frame almost swimming in his white dress shirt and black slacks and then he flashed us a toothy grin and said, "Well, boy, it's about time you made an honest woman out of your momma! It would be my pleasure to bind you to holy wedlock!"

We both jumped up and ran across the room, Mom hugging the reverend till I thought he might break while I accepted a congratulatory kiss on the corner of my mouth from Melinda. Then Reverend Simmons was shaking my hand in an iron grip while Mom and Melinda hugged and gave each other a less than quick kiss on the lips -- a spectacle erotic enough to stop the reverend from talking and which had us both watching eagerly.

I felt a stirring inside my blue jeans as Mom strolled by me and I followed her back to the couch across from the reverend and his daughter. We spent a few minutes working out details -- the reverend had Melinda use our phone and reserve the church for our chosen day in October, before we all settled in, expecting Reverend Simmons to resume his story-telling.

Instead, he fell silent for a few minutes, just studying Mom and me, his hand reaching out to rest on Melinda's bare knee. "I swear, John, you are one of the luckiest boys on the planet. I believe I said it the first time we met and I'll say it again, your mother is one of the finest cock suckers in the world!"

"Papa, behave yourself!" giggled Melinda, giving him a slap on the hand resting on your knees. I glanced at Mom to see her grinning devilishly, maybe embarrassed, maybe not.

"Well, its true, isn't it, Carrie?" He pointed a long, bony finger at Mom. "This here girl never met a cock she didn't like is the way I always heard it. I know she always sucked my cock like it was her favorite dick in the whole world!"

Mom laughed and sighed. "Yes, that's true, especially back then and Reverend Simmons, your cock was always one of my favorites!" She smacked her lips loudly and added, "I bet he still tastes delicious, doesn't he, Melinda?"

It was the fair-skinned Melinda's turn to blush -- her reddening face drawing attention to her still mostly sandy-blonde hair -- lightly shot through with gray. I reckoned that like us, she wasn't ashamed of the relationship she had with her father, but it's not something one gets to discuss with others on a regular basis. "Yes, Papa's spunk is tasty." She elbowed her father. "I reckon my little ol' mouth suits him well enough."

Reverend Simmons sighed and he idly ran his fingers over his daughter's leg above just above her knee. "Ain't nothing finer than your mouth on my old pecker, sweetie." She smiled and leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "I reckon you're in a league with Carrie here." He sighed. "Lordy, I can still remember the first time with little Carrie there -- she was a fine figure of a young girl -- lean with those big, upstanding titties. We was in the sanctuary of the Church -- she was helping me with the cleaning a month or two after she lost her daddy." Mom nodded, a smile, both sad and pleased on her face.

"We were polishing the wood on the alter, me on the top step and her kneeling below me and doggone if that sweet girl just didn't reach out with her hand and start rubbing my crotch! And when I asked her what she thought she was doing, Carrie said to me, 'I miss my daddy, Reverend. I miss his cock something awful and I was thinking, if you don't mind, I'd love to suck your big peter for you!'"

"And I did, didn't I, Reverend," said Momma, her voice soft and breathless. "I fished your big peter out and on my knees gave you the best blowjob you'd ever had!" Mom sighed, her hand squeezing my hand a little tighter. "I was so surprised. I figured you'd taste just like Daddy, but you didn't. It was gooood, but different." Mom giggled. "And you were shocked that first time that I would swallow." She shook her head. "All these silly girls that refuse to let a man cum in their mouths -- all that good jizz going to waste!"

"Amen," breathed Melinda in response. Mom's and her father's reminiscing was getting her aroused. I could see her smallish breasts rising and falling under her light cotton dress. Hell, I was getting aroused. I could absolutely envision my mother -- young cock slut that she was, going down on the reverend and the image made me stiffening up. I squirmed a bit on the couch, trying to adjust for my growing erection.

"Yessir, your Mom sucking cock was quite a sight...a sight I'll never forget!" said Reverend Simmons in a voice I think was mostly used to praise awe inspiring miracles.

Mom looked over at me, winking and giving me that, "I want to be bad" grin of hers and then turned back to face the reverend and his daughter and said, "Well, if you and Melinda don't mind, I'm more than happy to put on a show and let you relive those good old days!" Mom's hand suddenly was on the bulge in my crotch, her fingers seeking out my zipper. She looked expectantly at the family Simmons across the room.

Melinda's hand went to her mouth and she said, "Oh my!" and fell silent. 

Her father grinned, his furry eyebrows waggling and he produced a handkerchief and was busily cleaning his glasses. "Thanks be to God for his many blessings," he said aloud and then added under his breath. "Lord, don't strike me blind!"

"Melinda, do you mind? I don't want to offend you." Mom said softly.

Melinda was silent for a moment, her tongue peeking out and running slowly over her lower lip. Finally, she answered, "No, I don't mind at all. I gotta confess, I've been hearing about how good you suck cock for years, Carrie and I reckon I've also been wondering about the kinda of cock a son must have that would make his mother want to marry him."

Mom giggled and replied, "Well, let me show you!" The room was very still and quiet and the sound of my zipper being pulled down seemed so loud. Mom looked up at me, a naughty grin etched on her face and she raised an eyebrow as if to ask me, "Oh, do you mind, son, if Momma sucks your cock in front of these folks?" I reached out and stroked Mom's face and then entwined my fingers in her dark hair and said, "God, I love you, Mom!"

"I love you too, son," Mom said breathily. "And I love this big dick of yours," she added as she worked my erection out of my jeans. I was hard as I could be, swollen and large and as Mom slowly stroked my cock, she turned and said to Melinda, "Well, hon -- what do you think?"

Melinda was looking at me with definite interest -- studying my long, thick cock intensely. "That's...um, that's real nice and big, Carrie." She licked her lips and continued, "Well, that explains a lot now, especially why you're always smiling, Carrie!" She shivered as her father continued to rub his palm against her thigh.

"Go ahead, Carrie," urged Reverend Simmons. "You don't need to make an old man wait...nor your son either! Get to sucking, girl!"

Mom obliged him, lowering her head into my lap and taking me in her mouth. I sighed as only a man can when he feels his mother's satiny wet tongue flattening out and rolling over his sensitive cock head, the warmth of her mouth -- of her saliva making me shiver with delight. Mom's lips slid down my shaft, her dancing tongue accompanying them as she began to suck me. With little effort, Mom took me deep until her lips were brushing my wiry pubic hair. Then slowly, Mom moved back up the length of my cock, sucking fiercely as her tongue swirled and pleasured me as only she could do.

"Oh my Lord," gasped Melinda, her eyes wide as she watched Mom suck me. Her hand came down on her father's hand and squeezed as she watched Mom demonstrate the agility and inventiveness of her tongue, rolling and licking it around and over the head of my cock. Minutes began to pass as Mom sucked and licked me, her gaze traveling from my face to the reverend and his daughter and then back to me -- Mom's beautiful hazel eyes gleaming with pleased desire.

I know this was making Mom more excited by the moment -- allowed to take her exhibitionist streak to a new level -- moving way beyond her normal practice of wearing scanty and sexy clothes to actually sucking her son's cock in front of non family members. I began to catch whiffs of Mom's scents -- that unique jasmine scent mixed in with the aroma of her sweet cunt and felt myself swell even more in her mouth.

"Praise Jesus, Carrie!" cried out Reverend Simmons, fumbling with his own zipper. "Would you look at what Carrie has done inspired, Melinda!" The old man fished his own cock out of his pants and I was shocked to see that this eighty-five or six year old man was sprouting an erection to rival my own. Now, I don't imagine that Reverend Simmons weighed one hundred-twenty pounds soaking wet, but he was certainly well endowed. A snatch of memory came back to me -- Mom looking slyly at me after I first met the Reverend and saying, "Reverend Simmons -- that man had a nice cock on him!"

"Oh Papa, look at you!" Melinda cooed, staring down at her father's hard-on. Her hand quickly made its way down to his crotch and she urged his erection on, stroking and squeezing his dick gently. She leaned over and gave Reverend Simmons a long, loving kiss, her tongue spearing in and out of his mouth. Slowly she slid off the big, overstuffed chair, easing down on her knees, surprisingly nimble for a woman of fifty-seven. "Papa, you don't mind if I get a taste, do you?" she sighed as she took him in her mouth and began sucking him.

Minutes passed, the room silent except for the slurping wet sounds of Mom and Melinda sucking cocks and the steady groans that Reverend Simmons and I produced as a mother and a daughter pleased their men. My gaze moved back and forth, watching Mom suck me and watching the talented Melinda giving her father a lavish blowjob.

At one point, Melinda let her father's erect cock slip from her lips, a long blobby string of saliva connecting her mouth and his cock and she whispered, "Well, Papa, tell me -- who's better, Carrie or me?" Her voice was full of devilish glee as she teased her father.

"Well," gasped the old man. "It's hard to say -- daughter, you have the sweetest mouth I know, but I remember Carrie being quite the cocksucker -- albeit, its been a long time since I had that pleasure." Reverend Simmons was leaning back into the chair, breathing hard and enjoying both his daughter's efforts and the sight of my mother sucking hungrily on my dick.

Mom snorted around my dick and looked up at me, the question in her eyes easy to read. I knew that Mom would honor my decision, even if the answer was no, but I would never deny Mom her pleasures...never. "Go ahead, Mom -- its okay. He's like family anyway, isn't he?"

Mom's eyes glowed with pleasure and she whispered, "Thank you, John," as she let me slip from her lips, giving the head of my cock a gentle, loving kiss before she turned and walked on hands and knees to Reverend Simmons and his daughter. My cock throbbed at the sight of Mom crawling, the crotch of her cut-off shorts wetly dark with her arousal and breasts swaying hypnotically as she moved.

Melinda, busy with pleasuring her father, gave a little start as Mom reached her, placing a hand on the older woman's shoulder. Melinda let her father's cock slide from her mouth and she and Mom stared into each other's eyes for several seconds before Melinda began to grin and leaned over and kissed Mom, their tongues dancing briefly together before Mom ducked her head and began to suck on Reverend Simmon's cock.

"Oh yes, yes, yes -- I love this mouth!" groaned the old man, throwing his head back, an expression of extreme pleasure dominating his face. Mom, on her knees before the minister, was busy loving up his cock, her tongue working feverishly as she sucked him. I couldn't see Mom's face, but I knew that as she worshipped his cock with her mouth and tongue, she was worshipping Reverend Simmons with her eyes and I was impressed with his self control under her carnal gaze.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 08



Melinda sat beside my mother, watching her father get pleasured by Mom. She glanced back at me from time to time, smiling at me as I slowly masturbated myself -- enjoying this rare and erotic spectacle. She whispered in Mom's ear and I watch Mom nod her head. Melinda turned and began to crawl towards me, almost like a big cat, approaching its prey. Her face and upper chest were flushed and her dress gaped open, showing me small, apple sized tits, marvelously firm with small, pebble hard nipples.

"One favor deserves another, huh, John?" Melinda whispered. "I've imagined doing this since we first met. Papa fucked me hard that night, listening to me fantasize about you and I came so hard, I damned near blacked out!" She crawled between my legs and without another word wrapped her lips around my cock, removing my hand from my shaft and replacing it with her small, delicate fingers and began to stroke me as she licked and sucked the head of my cock. 

I ran my fingers through Melinda's sandy blonde-gray hair, mesmerized by her brilliant green eyes as she bobbed up and down on my hard, throbbing dick. Her tongue swirled delicately around my swollen and sensitive crown and she definitely was talented, making me grow dizzy as she made love to my erect penis. "Well...am I as good as your mother, John? Can I suck dick like your momma?" she burbled between mouthfuls of cock.

I would have been hard pressed to give her an honest answer, although I do believe I'd have to give Mom the benefit of a doubt. Still, I comprehended that this beautiful woman had several more years of experience on my mother which led me to the mind bogglingly exciting thought of how good Mom would be at sucking cock when she reached Melinda's age.

Finally, I felt cool air on my cock as Melinda released me. She looked up at me, her face flush with desire and said, "I'd love to see how you taste, but my Papa's as hard as I've seen him in a long time and well, I got to have Papa inside me now!"

Melinda stood up, kissed me on the mouth, her tongue sharing with me the taste of my own cock and then turned and hurried across the room -- panties falling to the floor on the way. She touched Mom on the head and said, "I'll trade you, Carrie!"

Mom looked up and saw the desire etched on the older woman's face and scooted out of the way. "Fuck me, Papa," Melinda groaned, straddling her aged father in the chair, lifting up her dress and giving Mom and me a glimpse of a shaved bare pussy, glistening with desire before she guided Reverend Simmons's cock into her wet cunt.

Father and daughter groaned as one as Melinda slowly sank on the reverend's cock, taking its considerable length completely inside her in one long motion. Reverend Simmons's hands came around to slip underneath her dress and cup her ass cheeks, accidentally or maybe on purpose, exposing her still pert and tight butt. Melinda began riding him slowly, murmuring words of love to her father while he kissed her and groaned his contentment.

Mom watched captivated for a moment and then hurried back to me, working her tight jean shorts off as she came. Finally, they fell to her feet and she deftly stepped out of them, her thick, hairy bush glistening with her wet desire, the dark hair split by her pink and juicy labia. We didn't bother to waste words as Mom climbed atop me and with easy knowledge dropped down onto me, her soaking wet and oh so slick cunt enveloping my stiff pole and like Melinda, sliding down and impaling herself on my erection in one movement. Mom leaned in and kissed me, her tits pillowing out against my chest -- her thick nipples trying to punch through the thin fabric of her halter top. Mom's tongue snaked into my mouth where I tried happily, but in vain to capture it with my tongue. Undaunted, I pursued only to have Mom's tongue surrender and we tasted each other, me marveling over how excited Mom could make me with just a kiss.

Reverend Simmons and I spared each other occasional glances as his daughter rode him and Mom fucked me masterfully, the room rapidly growing warm and beginning to smell of the oldest and sweetest aroma known to man -- wet pussy aroused by long, hard cock. Mom worked her pussy against my penis, massaging and squeezing it as she worked herself up and down my shaft. 

When Mom flung back her head, her back arching as she began to cum, I spared a glance over at Reverend Simmons and his daughter and saw that she was already in the throes of orgasm, her hands scrabbling against her father's dress shirt as she quivered with pleasure. Reverend Simmons grinned fiercely at me and gave me a thumbs up. As Mom's sweet creams flooded over my cock, I surrendered and exploded inside her juicy cunt, spraying Mom's loving womb with my hot semen. All four of us cried out as one, giving praise to God for the familial love we were blessed to share.

When Mom and Melinda slipped off our respective cocks, Reverend Simmons gave a quick prayer of thanks and then giggling like school girls, the two mature women staggered past each other to land at the other's man's feet. Mom eagerly began to lick Reverend Simmons's and Melinda's mixed juices off the elderly minister's rapidly fading cock while Melinda took my cock in hand and after licking her lips, quickly cleaned my penis of Mom's sweet sauce and my sperm.

By the time Mom finished cleaning Reverend Simmons, his head was tilted back and he was snoring softly, his glasses askew on his face and a broad smile on his lips. Mom turned back to us and said, "Is he okay?"

Melinda turned and beamed at Mom, replying, "Oh yes, honey, Papa's fine. He can't go as often as he'd like and it takes a bit out of him -- he usually takes a long nap afterwards, but he's fine, the dirty old man!" She laughed, the love she had for her father evident in her face.

Mom crawled back over to us and said in a soft voice, "Thank you. This was special and it means the world to me!"

Melinda leaned in and kissed Mom, licking a bit of the reverend's semen off Mom's cheek. "No, Carrie -- thank you! Papa still is hell on wheels when it comes to licking pussy -- he wakes me up every morning with his face buried in my honey pot, but it gets harder all the time for him to get erect. We both enjoyed what you started!" She pulled the hem of her dress up, revealing her pussy -- lips flowered open and her father's sperm leaking from her naked cunt. "There's nothing like feeling Papa's seed in me...nothing like it in all the world." She leaned into Mom and gave her another kiss -- a long and soulful kiss that had my semi-erect cock reviving quickly.

Mom offered to lick Melinda's pussy clean, but the older woman shook her head and said, "I bet it would feel heavenly, but...I'm enjoying just having Papa's hot cum in me again and I just want to enjoy it!"

Instead, we just sat there as the Reverend snored on -- Mom and Melinda talking about how wonderful the men in their lives were and about our plans for the wedding. As they talked, both women began to reach out and play with my cock, stroking and caressing me until I had a huge cock stand waving proudly in their faces. Mom and Melinda began to take turns sucking on my cock -- carrying on the conversation while the other sucked and licked my throbbing penis.

Reverend Simmons woke up just as I was lifting my hips off the couch while Mom and Melinda had somehow managed to close their mouths around the head of my cock while kissing at the same time, their tongues slithering over my glans while teasing each other. I let out a cry as the semen geysered out of my cock only to be deftly contained by their talented mouths.

When I came back to my senses, Mom and Melinda were kissing again, passing my seed back and forth in their mouths while the reverend grinned and shook his fingers at me, saying, "Shame on you, boy -- taking advantage of these two sweet things while I was napping. That's something I'd have expected from your grandfather -- he was quite the horndog too!"

As our guests were leaving us, on our front porch, Reverend Simmons turned around and beamed at me and said, "John -- it's the best thing in the world you're doing -- marrying your mother." His white, bushy eyebrows waggled at me ferociously as he continued speaking, holding up his hand intertwined with his daughter's. "As wonderful as things are now, when you and your mother have truly become united in God's eyes, things will be hundredfold better as HE showers you with his blessings." For the first time, I noticed that on his left hand ring finger, he had two wedding bands -- one plain and the other with a Celtic like pattern. A quick glance at Melinda's ring finger confirmed that she wore one identical to his.

The reverend noticed my attention to these small details and said, "You understand, don't you, boy?"

I grinned back at him and Melinda and replied, "Yes sir, I do. I can't wait -- I'm counting the days!"

And I have...I've been counting the days eagerly, savoring my life with Mom while keeping one eye on the calendar and dreaming of the day I made my mother my wife!

And then finally...the day has come. The last few days had been a blur. Despite the fact that Mom and I planned a simple ceremony, things had been crazy around the house. Molly and Aunt Deb were there, helping Mom with last minute details, shooing me out of the room whenever Deb was assisting Mom with her dress -- Molly cooking up a storm for the small reception planned for afterwards. And I was as horny as I could ever remember. I don't remember now who suggested it -- Mom, her sister or Molly, but someone came up with the idea that I should abstain from all sexual activity for several days to help our Honeymoon, "get started with a bigger bang," as I think Aunt Deb put. All these lovely women around, radiating sexual energy and me with a near constant erection and no release -- it had been a while since I had had to endure blue balls.

Molly looked radiant by the way, as only a mother to be can. She literally glowed -- happier than I've ever known her to be. At about three months along now, she gleefully showed me the small baby bump in her belly that was our child and just running my hand over her softly rounded stomach sent a thrill through me. Already I felt that there was now a deeper connection between Molly and me and the little guy or gal that was growing in her womb. I loved the feeling of knowing I was going to be a father and the intensity of that happiness stunned me and not for the last time in my life was I to be in awe of the wondrous law of nature that love only produces more love! If I felt any regrets at that time -- it was that Mom and I had not been able to make a baby.

Finally though, on a beautiful Saturday in October, I was standing in that old white, clapboard church in front of the alter with Molly at my side, looking radiant in a red halter dress, short as could be without actually showing her crotch, her breasts already beginning to swell, rising prominently over her neckline. She gave me that searing smile of hers, overjoyed for me that I was about to experience the wedded bliss that she and Aunt Deb had known these last few months.

Reverend Simmons stood before us, his weathered Bible in hand and in his best suit. Despite his eighty-five or so years, he positively beamed with vitality and life. The source of that vitality was sitting in the third row -- Melinda looking radiant herself, pleased and happy for Mom and I. Emma Johnson was there, Mom's old childhood friend and her husband and brother Bill. Both were smiling at us, Bill throwing me a knowing wink. Beside them were two of their children, a teenage boy and girl. The brother periodically would lean over and whisper something in her ear and she would blush and give her brother an evil grin. I wondered what they were talking about. Mom and me? Their own parents? Perhaps they had secrets of their own. 

There were a few other people, mostly old friends of Moms or members of the church who were aware and obviously approved of the match of my mother and me. One very old lady introduced herself as Miz Bess and told me how she had been Mama Polly's best friend and hoped that Mom and I would be as blessed and happy as Polly and Tom had been many years ago.

Abruptly, the organ sounded and began playing. My attention went to the back of the church where at the top of the center aisle, Aunt Deb was slowly walking towards us. She shared Molly's look of radiant joy and looked lovely, her tall, lithe body sheathed in a red halter dress that matched her wife's outfit. My aunt, with her large, buoyant breasts trying to break free from the halter top, radiated sexual power and every male in the sanctuary followed her progress down the aisle (and several of the women as well).

She joined our little gathering at the altar, pausing to give me a kiss on the lips, her tongue swirling around mine, that had my cock pulsing with desire. Aunt Deb proceeded to lay a similar kiss on Molly -- one that her mate returned enthusiastically. Everyone in attendance chuckled, amused by the passion that the two women obviously shared with each other. Deb finished by turning to Reverend Simmons and whispering, "Still sexy as ever, Reverend!" and giving him an equally carnal kiss.

The music stopped and then resumed with the traditional bridal march. I turned to look up the aisle and felt my breath just get taken away. Mom stood there looking lovelier than I could ever recall. Mom was wearing some sort of corset like white bustier that left her shoulders bare and lifted and exposed her breasts almost to the aureoles -- in truth I couldn't figure out how Mom's huge breasts weren't literally falling out of her wedding dress. The bustier seemed to flow into a long dress that appeared to cover Mom's legs, but as she walked, you realized that there were high slits cut into it, exposing her shapely legs almost to the thigh as she slowly strode towards me, her feet encased in three inch high heels.

Mom's black hair, shot through with faint lines of silver, brushed her naked shoulders, framing her lovely face, eyes glowing with love for me and her smile -- her lovely, sensuous smile that promised so many things both innocent and naughty. I felt so much love for my mother welling up inside me at that moment, I thought my heart might explode. As she came towards me, a fall bouquet of flowers in her hands, time seemed to slow down and my whole universe became Mom.

"Last chance to run for it, sugar," Molly whispered into my ear, breaking my reverie. I spared her a glance and she gave me a wink and added, "You better marry her, John Hamilton, 'cause if you don't, I will!"

I laughed and then turned back to Mom who had finally reached us. She handed Deb her bouquet and as we stepped in front of Reverend Simmons, I realized I was now sporting a huge boner in my trousers. Mom and I brushed shoulders and I caught a whiff of her -- jasmine and pussy mixed together and knew that Mom was as turned on as I was. We joined hands and I felt that wonderful spark of incestuous energy that always seemed to grow when we touched.

Reverend Simmons cleared his throat and began, "Friends and family of Carrie and John -- we are all gathered here on this joyful day to bear witness to their joining in the blessed bonds of holy wedlock. We are called here to bear witness to the Lord's blessing to their eternal love for each other." I felt Mom's hand tighten around mine.

"We are here in this house of the Lord's to celebrate his greatest gift of all -- the gift of love. We believe that when two people discover that special love that is theirs and theirs alone, that it would be a sin to not hold on to it and nurture it and by doing so bring even more love into an old, cold world. John and Carrie -- mother and son, have always shared love but now in this place and time, they have discovered that they are more than mother and son, that they are as the Lord has surely intended, soul mates -- that they held within them, a purer, deeper love that most folk are never blessed to know. Here today, with y'all bearing witness, they take that next step to more fully embrace and celebrate that love by becoming for all time, husband and wife."

The minister's tone grew stern and baleful as he said, "I must ask if there is anyone present who can give us a reason that this marriage should not take place." He scowled at the few people present and then relaxed and chuckled, "I didn't think so!"

He looked at me and said, "John Hamilton, do you vow to love, honor and cherish your mother as your beloved wife, now and forevermore?"

I'd heard the words before when we'd had a practice run-through the previous night, but now, with Mom looking more beautiful than ever, her hand in mine in front of our friends and family, the rightness, the appropriateness of the moment almost overwhelmed me. My eyes burned with tears as I had to work to control myself as I said, "I do."

Reverend Simmons turned to Mom and said, "Carrie Hamilton, do you vow to love, honor and cherish your son as your beloved husband, now and forevermore?"

Mom let out a happy, little sigh and with her eyes never leaving mine, replied, "I do."

The minister beamed at us and said, "Do you wish to exchange more personal vows?"

We both nodded and joined hands, the world disappearing as our world centered in on each other's faces. "John, I never knew what love was until I was in your arms. I love you as my son and I will love you as my husband till the end of time." Mom's voice wasn't quavering a bit, but was husky with the love and lust that I knew she had for me.

"Carrie," I began, but then shook my head. I know Mom had time and again told me that she preferred not her given name, but Mom. I began again, "Mom, I love you as my mother and I will love you as my wife until the end of my life. It's only when I'm with you that I know what true love is."

Together, we said, "I love you," and started to kiss until Reverend Simmons loudly cleared his throat and gravely shook his head.

"The rings, please," he prompted and Molly and Deb stepped forward. Molly held the antique ring that I'd given Mom our first New Year's together. I'd offered to replace it with a new one, but Mom had flatly refused insisting that in some ways, she'd become my wife on that wonderful night. Aunt Deb passed to Mom a new ring that was an exact duplicate of the antique ring, right down to the minute scrollwork. Mom had found a goldsmith in Lexington that created a ring for me that matched hers.

"With this ring, I wed thee, Mom," I said, returning her ring to its rightful place.

"With this ring, I wed thee, son," Mom replied, sliding my ring onto my finger were it has remained to this day.

"Here and now and forevermore, in the eyes of these witnesses and God, I do pronounce you, husband and wife," intoned Reverend Simmons. With a great deal of satisfied glee, he continued, "You may kiss your mama, the bride, John!"

And kiss we did, coming together, bodies pressed together, feeling each other's hearts beating as our lips met and tongues greeted each other and my mother and I kissed for the first time as husband and wife. We savored the kiss, not wanting to let it end, passionately kissing each other as if we hadn't kissed each other in days or weeks. There was love in the kiss and lust and hunger and joy. It was as if by finally taking this last step we two lovers had become one entity. We were complete. We kissed and it went on and on. We dimly heard chuckling in the background and then some scattered applause and still we kissed, our tongues intertwined and coiling around each other until finally I heard Reverend Simmons clearing his throat.

With a mournful sigh, Mom and I ended the wet kiss, both of us licking our lips as we did so, tasting each other's saliva and grinning wickedly at each other. We were both trembling with desire. The reverend stepped forward and turned us to face the congregation. "Friends and family, may I present Mister and Missus Hamilton!" and we glowed happily as our friends and neighbors and relatives loudly cheered us.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 08



The rest of the day seemed to pass in a surreal blur of joyous activity. Mom and I were never more than a few feet apart as we departed the church amid a shower of rice thrown by our family and friends after what seemed like an exhaustive amount of photographs taken by Emma's husband, Bill who did wedding photography as a hobby. Awaiting us was an old fashioned horse and carriage, driven by another member of our church -- a special gift we had not been expecting.

We were holding a reception at our house and had planned to drive back on our own, but while Molly and Deb and Melinda and the others raced back to finish getting the food ready, Mom and I were taken on a leisurely buggy ride through the gorgeous Autumn colored hills of Kentucky. Our carriage driver left Mom and I to ourselves as he wound through the curvy roads and hills -- the oranges, reds and yellows of the Fall leaves brilliant on the hills while Mom and I snuggled and kissed.

"How's my husband doing," Mom whispered to me, her tongue teasing around my earlobe while her hand caressed my upper thigh.

"I'm on top of the world, wife," I replied, my hand slowly moving back and forth under Mom's slit dress, rubbing her soft, warm thigh, resisting the temptation of going further. Under my dress pants, my cock, not used to denial anymore, throbbed painfully. "I've just married the most wonderful woman in the world."

Mom kissed me, her tongue doing things that made my cock throb even more and she could see the desperateness of my situation. "My son needs to cum, doesn't he?" she teased me. "My hubby's cock is going to explode if he doesn't get some relief."

"You have no idea, Mom," I growled in exasperation.

"Just a few hours more, John," Mom whispered, her hand moving up and lightly caressing the big bulge in my trousers. "Our first time as husband and wife." She kissed me again and said, "I was thinking this morning about when you were a little boy and we'd gone to a wedding -- your first. You must've been about five. We were in the kitchen after -- I think I'd fixed you a snack and you were asking me questions about the wedding. I told you that a man and a woman who loved each other more than anything would get married. You thought about it for a while and told me that when you got older you were going to marry me. I laughed about it and told you that you didn't marry your mother, but that you'd grow up and find a beautiful girl and fall in love and marry her. You thought about that and then told me, 'No, I love you, Mom and when I grow up, I'm going to marry you.'" 

I didn't remember that at all, but I grinned at Mom and said, "And you were right and I kept my word. I did grow up and find a beautiful girl that I fell in love with...and then I married her."

There were tears of joy in Mom's eyes when she replied, "Yes, you did, son. Thank god, you did. I love you, John." 

We kissed again -- a long, lovers kiss that seemed to go on near forever and didn't end until we were coming to the bumpy, gravely end of the road that led up to our home. As we pulled up in front of the house, our friends and family applauding on the front porch, I replied, "I love you, Mom...then, now and forever."

The reception was fun with lots of good, southern style food (Molly's fried chicken is supreme and Melinda makes a mean Chocolate pie), dancing and in general good fun. It seemed to me that every slow dance with one of the several lovely ladies there, be it Molly, Aunt Deb, Melinda or Emma's teenage daughter was part of a conspiracy to make me all the hornier and it was all I could do to not cum in my pants. Reverend Simmons held court in one corner and had all within earshot doubled over with laughter at his stories. The celebration went on well into the evening and it was after nine o'clock before it ended.

The last folks out the door were Molly and Deb -- planning to take a late flight out of Lexington to head back to Florida. Mom and I received knee shaking kisses from each woman and I had one last thrill of running my hands over Molly's little baby bump before they left. "We'll be down for New Year's Eve," I said to Molly, kissing her one last time. I leaned over and pulled up her shirt and kissed her softly swelling belly. "And I expect you to be a lot bigger when we get there," I said to our unborn child.

Aunt Deb swept into my arms and kissed me again, rubbing her sexy body against me shamelessly. "It seems a little wrong -- to come all this way and neither Molly or me got even a taste of this fine cock," she said as she palmed my crotch, teasing my aching cock. Then my aunt flashed a grin at Mom and winked at her as she said to me, "Although, I guess we more than got our fill of your wife's juicy pussy!"

Mom grinned evilly and stepped up to us and kissed her sister before saying, "Well, there was no sense that we both had to suffer!" Everyone had a good laugh at my expense, myself included and Mom and I stood on the front porch waving at Deb and Molly until they were out of sight. 

Finally...finally, Mom and I were alone. She looked so beautiful in the light of the moon shining through the woods about our home, still in her wedding dress. Mom looked up at me and said, "We've been married almost ten hours, son. Don't you think its time we consummated our marriage?"

I grinned at her and said, "I'll race you to the bedroom."

Mom purred and kissed me and then said, "No, there's no rush. Give me a few minutes before you come up. Lock up the house and get the lights and then please come up and make love to your wife."

"I like the sound of that...wife," I replied. Mom kissed me again and then we went inside and I watched her go gracefully up the stairs and disappear into our bedroom. I quickly raced around locking up and turning down the lights, pausing only to put on some music -- some slow, sexy jazz. 

I climbed the stairs and stepped into our bedroom. Mom had several candles set and lit about the room. "Mom?" I said, looking about. The bedding on our brass bed was turned down, but the bed itself was empty.

"Get undressed, son," Mom called out from the bathroom. "Make yourself comfortable. I'm almost ready." I quickly undressed, debating whether to keep on my boxer shorts, but decided in the long run that my aching cock had been restrained long enough. I climbed into bed naked, stretching out -- my cock standing up hard, tall and proud.

"Hello, husband...son," Mom called out softly from the doorway of the bathroom. I sat straight up and was on my feet before I could even think about it. The candles illuminated Mom in a heavenly glow. Mom had taken off her dress, but still wore the white bustier and that was all! Now, Mom's nipples were peeking out above the cups of the corset, thick and erect and below the bustier she was completely naked, her thick, black bush standing out against the whiteness of her sexy outfit and her flawless pale skin. I felt my cock slap hard against my stomach, precum drooling from the head in anticipation of soon being buried between her thighs.

"Mom...my wife, you are -- my God, Mom, you are beautiful!" I gasped, holding out my arms to her. Mom again seemed to have become carnality incarnate. Maybe it was the juxtaposition of all her voluptuous nakedness despite much of her torso being covered in that sinful looking bustier, the lush sexuality of her completely exposed or maybe Mom just had the power to generate instinctively such erotic power -- I don't know. All I knew for sure was that this was my mother and now my wife and I was the luckiest fucking man on the planet.

Mom began to walk slowly and provocatively towards me -- her lips turned up in an evil, lusty smile, swinging her full hips as she moved and making her huge, mostly uncovered breasts bounce and roll with each step. Her thick, furry bush glistened with her juices off the candlelight, revealing her arousal long before the sweet, musky aroma of her cunt reached me.

Then Mom was in my arms, murmuring, "I love you, husband," as she pressed her body against mine -- her skin feverish with desire.

"I love you too, wife," I replied softly before we kissed, our tongues meshing together as our lips mets, dancing joyfully as we hugged each other tight -- Mom's nipples rubbing across my bare chest and my erect cock pressing against the satiny fabric of her wedding outfit.

As the kiss ended, I looked into her eyes and whispered, "I love you, Mom!" 

I ducked my head and kiss the tops of her soft, fleshy breasts, my tongue slithering downwards towards her nipples as she sighed in reply, "I love you, son!" I took each nipple in my mouth, nipping at the thick, rubbery stems with my teeth before suckling at her breasts as I had done as a babe, Mom's hands stroked my shoulders and back while my hands wandered further down, sliding a palm through her heavy jungle of pubic hair and then fingers splicing through her slick lips and finding her hot, syrupy inner-flesh, drawing a happy moan from my newly wedded wife and mother.

"Oh, John -- I love you so much. I need you! I need you inside me now. Make love to me, son. Fuck your wife -- fuck your mother -- please, god, John, fuck me right now!"

I scooped up Mom in my arms, my mouth leaving her hard, thick nipples to kiss her once again. I mentally kicked myself for forgetting to carry her over the hearth earlier, but now I carried my woman to the place most important to us both -- our bed. I eased Mom down onto the bed, resting her head on the pillows -- her dark hair fanning out over the pillows, creating a dark halo around the mother angel of my heart.

"So beautiful, Mom," I whispered as I climbed into bed, getting on my knees between her legs. Mom's knees were drawn up and she spread her thighs slowly apart, letting me see her in all her aroused glory.

Mom's eyes were full of love and lust and she shivered with anticipation as I knelt over her, my cock still standing hard against my stomach. Mom looked into my eyes and softly whispered, "John, do you vow to love, honor and cherish your mother as your beloved wife, now and forevermore?"

My head seemed to hum with a song of incestuous lust -- my heart pounding so powerfully that I could feel my pulse even in my cock as I replied, my voice thick with emotion, "I do."

Again, I reached out with my hand and ran my palm across Mom's pussy, savoring the heat and wetness and then the full thickness of her dark, full muff. "Mom, do you vow to love, honor and cherish your son as your beloved husband, now and forevermore?"

Mom flexed her hips, thrusting her pelvis upwards against my hand and sighed, "I do." My mother held out her arms to me and I came to her then, as her son and husband and lover, my body sliding along hers, feeling her hot and already sweaty flesh beneath mine, her bountiful tits rolling upwards with my motion and then my cock slicing between her wet labia and then as we kissed, lips to lips and cock to pussy, tongue and penis thrusting inside Mom at the same time. I was home -- home between my mother's thighs once and forever!

Mom's body began to spasm and she arched her back as she brought her luscious form upwards, taking more of me inside her -- her creams molten and sweet, urging me deeper in one continuous motion and she whimpered as her pussy muscles began to clamp down, hungry to take me within her womb and hold me there and then I was buried inside my mother and as our tongues danced and cavorted, Mom's legs came up and encircled my ass, heels digging into my cheeks, intending to never let me go.

I don't know how long we sat in place, relishing the moment. Maybe a second, maybe a minute, maybe a year -- it didn't matter, time stood still for us, locked in the most intimate of incestuous moments. Mother and son, husband and wife joined as God had to have intended! Mom held me tightly to her, the wetness and heat of her pussy soaking and massaging the aches away from her man's long, hard penis. Our hearts beat as one and we achieved an oneness that only a rare few who dare live their lives as we have could ever know. It was the perfect moment of love and lust and incest and desire and it seemed to last forever. Then we began to move and it only got better!

Mom's long nails clawed slowly down my back as I began to fuck her motherly cunt, our kiss never ending as I began to piston in and out of my mother's slick, clasping grasp. Each time I buried myself in her wet pussy, it seemed to grow hotter and creamier and sweeter than the moment before. Mom pulled her thighs back towards her body, legs still locked around me, but sliding upwards to be wrapped around my lower back, seeking to open herself even more, to get every possible inch of cock inside her.

I lost myself within the carnal entity that was my mother and wife. The touch of her skin, the gleam in her eyes, the brush of her tongue against mine, the heat of her velvet soft pussy all became as one as every fiber of her body seems to meld with mine, reducing every minute movement by either of us into pleasure that one wouldn't think possible as existing anywhere shy of heaven.

Mom's pussy tightened around my thrusting shaft, bathing it in torrents of hot pussy juice as her orgasm swept over her, tears running down her cheeks as her tongue went wild in my mouth and her arms and legs squeezed me hard, pulling me more tightly against into her naked flesh.

I struggled for control -- not wanting it to end so soon. My mind seized on the metallic banging of the brass rail headboard against the wall and I focused on the noise of the bed and Mom's muffled sobs of pleasure which served as counterpoint in the noise of our incestuous lovemaking and somehow managed to back off the urge to cum and continue the sweet joy of fucking my mother.

Mom's body writhed around me in long minutes of orgasm before she relaxed somewhat. Our kiss ended briefly and wetly, strings of saliva hanging between our mouths as she moaned, "L-love you, John! Don't stop. God, please, don't stop!"

I replied with my tongue, conveying that I loved her with a renewed passionate kiss as I resumed fucking her sodden pussy -- picking up speed with each downward thrust. Mom happily and meekly accepted my hard thrusts as she regained strength and then began to meet me, throwing her hips upwards to grind into me as I plowed deep into her cream drenched womb. Her tongue swept around mine in a frenzy of motion as we fucked, our eyes open as we kissed, losing ourselves -- our souls in each other's gaze as cunt and cock slammed together again and again.

In just a few minutes or perhaps after an eternity, Mom's orgasm crested again, this time more intensely than before -- her pussy becoming a velvet vise around my cock as she flung her hips to meet my cock and taking me deep within her womb and locking me into place as her cunt hungrily milked my penis.

It was too much. I felt the pressure build in an instant again, unrelenting and stubborn and my entire cock felt like it was swelling as my seed boiled from my full and aching balls and the pleasure just overwhelmed me as I began to pump my hot semen into Mom's pussy in huge, almost painful bursts. Mom's orgasm went to a new level as she felt me fill her womb with sperm and she was like a maddened animal struggling in my grip, not seeking to escape, but to have me -- to consume me completely. We kissed and bit and clawed and clung to each other as our mutual orgasm seemed bound to go on for all eternity.

It felt like I had been chaste for a year and had a never ending supply of sperm stored in my balls and I just kept cumming and cumming. Mom cried and moaned, our kiss finally ending as she flung her head back into the pillows and let out a scream of love and pain and passion and pleasure that seemed to echo through every room in our home, as her orgasm intensified and intensified until finally, Mom collapsed back into the mattress, still holding me in a tight grip until at long last, our orgasms began to ebb.

We were gasping for air, taking deep, gulping breaths between quick, passionate kisses and then Mom began to cry and buried her face against my neck, sobbing, "I love you, I love you, I love you, John, I love you husband, I LOVE YOU SON!" I was crying too -- amazed and stunned that it was possible that after almost two years of making love to my mother that it could get even better. 

Reverend Simmons words from many weeks before came to me again as I lie there atop my mother lost in the wonder of the sweet joy of the moment. "As wonderful as things are now, when you and your mother have truly become united in God's eyes, things will be hundredfold better as HE showers you with his blessings." 

I had thought I had understood him then, but only now was I able to begin comprehending the true meaning of his words. My heart was near to bursting with more love than I thought possible for my mother. I wiped Mom's tears from her face, kissed her and whispered to my wife, "I love you, Mom." I smiled at her then and said, "And it will only get better from here...our love, our joy, our lives...its just beginning!

We held each other long into the night, hardly talking -- talking being unnecessary as we were now joined in bonds that transcended all others. What we each felt was in our hearts was simply known by the other -- our spirits, joined in incestuous love were one -- now and forever.

The next several weeks passed quickly and joyously as we lost ourselves in the sweet pleasure of newly wedded bliss. As ardent a lovers as we had been since we'd first become lovers, we were now crazed honeymooners, unable to leave each other alone and making love virtually every chance we got until we were too sore to fuck or suck. Everyday seemed better than the day before -- Mom seemed like a new woman compared to how she'd been when the old man was still alive.

Before we knew it, our beautiful autumn leaves had fallen, the weather turned cold and Christmas was upon us. My employer shut down for a two week break and much to my surprise, I received a partial bonus despite only having worked there for about five months. I blew it all on a special Christmas gift for Mom.

It seemed a bit strange, not having anything hanging over us to interfere with Christmas, but we relished each minute that the holidays gave us to spend together. Mom decorated the house so that it looked like something out of a Christmas fairy tale. When I would drive up the hill in the evening and see the warm glow of our home -- I felt like I was coming home to my favorite, almost forgotten childhood dreams...and I guess in a way, I was.

We walked through the snowy woods on our land and picked a perfect fir tree and Mom teased me about being her mighty lumberjack as I cut it down with an axe and we towed it back on a sled. Decorating it was a little more difficult as we kept getting in each other's way and pausing to kiss and then kissing led to touching which led to making love and we were three days getting the tree completed, but it was beautiful when it was finished and we were both pleased with it after much pleasing of each other.

Christmas Eve arrived in the company of an early winter storm -- literally snowing us in, which was perfect -- so reminiscent of our first Christmas as lovers and we sat with only the light of the living room fireplace and the lights on the Christmas tree watching the snowfall, cuddled up on the couch while Christmas tunes played on the radio.

Just before midnight, I couldn't wait any longer and gave Mom the present I'd gotten with my bonus. When I handed her the little gift wrapped box, Mom was like a little girl as she excitedly tore the wrapping and ribbons off and then she was oohing and aahing over the gold earrings I'd given her. I'd gone to the same goldsmith in Lexington who'd made my wedding ring and he'd created the same antique scrollwork that our rings possessed for her present. I got a big hug and kiss from Mom, her climbing into my lap and her tongue slipping into my mouth and we kissed for long minutes until after the clock on the fireplace mantle had chimed twelve times at midnight.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 08



Mom was in soft old jeans and a thick sweater -- it being a cold night, but still I could feel the heat emanating from between her thighs as she rocked herself on the quickly appearing bulge in my pants. "I love my present, baby," Mom cooed. "You've made me so happy, husband."

I kissed her again and we nuzzled noses as I replied, "I love you, wife. You've made everyday like Christmas."

"Mmmm -- speaking of which, Merry Christmas, son," Mom said, glancing at the clock. "I'll be right back, John. I need to give you your present." Mom slid out of my lap, my hands sneaking in touches of her bountiful breasts as she did, her giggling as she escaped my grasp and hurried up the stairs.

Contented, I quietly watched the Christmas tree and beyond the window, the snow falling like silent grace from heaven. I had never been happier. I didn't know Mom was back until she spoke from the bottom of the staircase. "Merry Christmas, John," Mom said softly.

Even though I was pretty sure I knew how Mom would be dressed when I turned, it still took my breath away. Mom was wearing a nearly transparent white negligee -- the very same one that she had worn the first Christmas morning we'd made love and last Christmas as well. Mom looked even lovelier now than she had then. Just having turned forty-four, Mom was the epitome of motherly beauty.

The negligee was cut very low, revealing most of Mom's full, meaty breasts, nipples hard and standing out against the diaphanous white silk. She began to walk towards me and I could see her wet arousal glistening amidst her thick pubic thatch in the light from the fireplace and her new earrings twinkling brightly in the firelight. "God, I love that nightie, Mom," I said breathlessly.

Mom smiled at me and shook her head. "I don't know why -- I never seem to wear it more than a few minutes." She reached me, her brown-green eyes burning intensely with love for me. She slipped her arms around me and grinned impishly up at me, "Why is that, son?"

My arms went around and I cupped her bare ass cheeks, pulling her close. "Well, everyone likes to unwrap their Christmas present fast, Mom!" I bent down a little and kissed my mother, her lips sweet and moist and her tongue insistent and hungry. The scent of jasmine wafted into my nostrils, mixed with her natural scent, feeding the desire I felt for my mother...my wife.

As the kiss ended, I felt Mom fumbling with my belt, undoing it and unbuttoning my jeans. She looked down to check her progress and worked my shirt up out of my jeans. "Well, if I'm soon to be naked, I think you should join me," Mom said as she unbuttoned my shirt. My shirt came off and Mom sent it flying towards the couch. I felt a shiver of delicious anticipation as my pants fell to my feet and Mom slowly followed them down, squatting before me, offering me a bird's eye view of her tremendous cleavage. Mom helped me step out of my jeans and then my socks while deftly ducking my erect penis, jutting out and waving happily in front of her. 

When I was completely naked, Mom's hand slid up my ankle, over my knee and then wrapped around my hard cock. Mom smiled at the swollen head of my penis and said, "And a Merry Christmas to you too!" and kissed it gently, her tongue peeking out to take just a little lick at the precum pooling there on my slit. I sighed happily as Mom proceeded to take me in her mouth, her warm tongue rolling over my flesh as she sucked me while her fingers reached around and trailed down the crack of my ass, raising goose bumps on my skin.

Abruptly, Mom stopped, letting me escape from her mouth, her teeth scraping teasingly over the crown of my dick. She stood up and kissed me, sharing my own taste with me and then she said, "Go build up the fire, son. Hurry now, your mother needs you more than ever."

I quickly moved to the fireplace and as quickly and as carefully as a naked man can, I stoked the fire, feeding it several seasoned logs. When I turned back to Mom, she was standing naked in front of the Christmas tree, its colored lights reflecting off the window and off Mom's pale skin. I realized she was standing on a quilt laid out for our comfort and I grinned lewdly. Another Christmas tradition of my mother's and mine.

I hurried back into Mom's arms, kissing her ardently. As our tongues danced, we both slowly sank to our knees and then Mom urged me onto my back, looking hungry and wicked as she scrambled to straddle me, her heavy, pendulous breasts swinging and swaying as she did. Mom's thick bush slid up my leg, leaving a trail of warm wetness behind, betraying her arousal and her need.

"Make love to me, son!" Mom murmured as she leaned into me, her breasts and long, hard nipples dragging across my stomach and then chest as she came face to face with me. Her pussy, now with labia blooming, embraced my shaft, rubbing up and down on it, hunching as she worked to take it inside her. "Make love to me, John!"

"I love you, Mom! Merry Christmas, my love!" I said as Mom raised her hips and the head of my cock found her open and wet and so deliciously slick and she slowly lowered herself down, impaling herself on my thick, long shaft! We groaned together as Mom took me inside her, enveloping my throbbing cock in her liquid heat, soft, pulsating flesh wrapping around me and holding my penis tight in its embrace.

"Yesssssss," Mom hissed, throwing her head back as she arched her back, her breasts rising and quivering as Mom's entire body began to stiffen as she reveled in being filled with her son and husband's hard cock. Her nipples, already hard seemed to swell even more, appearing like huge, ripe cherries about to burst. Mom's lips curled into a lewd sneer as she closed her eyes, creating a portrait of carnal joy.

Mom sat there, impaled for long minutes, her only movement being minute squirming as she ground her thick bush into my pubic hair. She bit her lower lips with her sexy overbite and then suddenly became a frenzy of motion, screaming, "YES, YES, YES! I LOVE YOU, JOHNHUSBANDSON! I LOVE YOUR COCK! I LOVE YOU!" as she began to ride me like a woman possessed.

I lay there, barely moving, caught up in the wonder that was my mother, dark hair flying as her big, meaty tits bouncing wildly as she bounced up and down on my cock, never quite letting all of me escape her velvet wet grasp before sliding back down to take all of me inside her. I reached out and took big handfuls of her fleshy breasts, my palms rubbing and teasing her thick, long nipples. "I love you, Mom," I said through clenched teeth, desperate to not cum too soon, wanting her to enjoy this as long as possible.

As Mom neared her orgasm, her rough and wild ride slowed down as if she too was trying to delay as long as possible her climax. With great care, Mom slid slowly up and down on my throbbing shaft, leaning forward, her eyes full of love and lust and something that contained both yet surpassed it as she stared into my eyes. Again, Mom was biting her lower lip as sweat dripped from her face to splash on mine, her breasts slowing dragging against my chest, the maddening friction of her rubbery hard nipples increasing her pleasure as she slowly fucked me. 

Mom's movements became slower and slower, her muscles straining with the effort and then she came to a complete stop, my cock completely inside her, buried in her womb. Mom opened her mouth, her lips working noiselessly for a minute before a harsh, short cry emerged. I chose that moment to fling my hips upward, going a little deeper in her and Mom's eyes went wide and she screamed and her molten cunt clamped tight around my cock and bathed it in her furnace hot creams as her orgasm erupted with swift, overwhelming fury. "OHGODYESSSSS! I LOVE YOU JOHNNNN!"

The sheer eroticism of seeing Mom orgasm so hard would have been enough to send me over the edge, but it was certainly helped by the loving attention her pussy was giving my cock, milking me -- demanding my seed and with a cry of "I love you, Mom," I surrendered and my cock jerked in her cunt's grasp and I flooded Mom's womb with my fiery semen. My orgasm spurred Mom's orgasm to even higher heights and we both rode our incestuous climax joyously to its end, Mom finally slumping forward to rest atop me, her heart beating quickly in time against my chest as she whimpered from the sheer pleasure.

We lay there under the Christmas tree for a long time, my arms holding Mom tight as we regained our breath and our fucksweat slowly dried on our bodies, helping to create that sinfully sweet stickiness that seemed to bond our skin together. When I could manage it, I wheezed, "Now that's what I call a Christmas present, Mom!"

Mom chuckled and nuzzled my neck before raising her head to look at me, her love evident in her smile. "This was wonderful, but not as great as the Christmas present you gave me, John."

I shrugged and said, "I don't know -- making love to you is better than any pair of earrings, Mom."

Mom scooted up a little, making us both moan slightly, my semi-erect cock still inside her grasping cunt. She kissed me, long, slowly and deeply before she replied, "No, my wonderful husband. I'm talking about the present you gave me on our wedding night." Mom smiled down at me, her expression full of motherly love as she said, "You gave me a baby, son. I'm pregnant!"

To be continued...



Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 09



Finally, here is the next installment of this story. Apologies for taking so long and apologies if you think I lost my touch...I'm not completely happy with it either, but I hope you will enjoy! Please let me know what you think about it - pro or con!

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Maybe it's my romantic nature, but I think I could go on and on about the incredible beauty that is a woman in pregnancy. Truly there is something almost indefinable in the exquisite loveliness of a woman carrying a new life inside her...especially when the woman that's carrying your child is your mother and wife.

With each passing day of her pregnancy, Mom just grew more beautiful -- a glow worthy of angels seemed to envelop her and my heart swelled each time she caught me staring at her like a love sick puppy, a smile breaking out on her face, full of love for me and for our child inside her. It was as if in making our child of incest, we had brought forth into the world even more love and happiness than existed before. I confess I wasn't prepared for all the new love I discovered I could have for my mother and for our unborn child.

I was equally surprised by the sheer carnal appetite that grew in Mom and in myself as her pregnancy progressed. Mom is a lusty person by nature, but being pregnant brought out a hunger even greater than our usual appetite for each other. Mom was swept up in hormonal storms of sexual desire that came close to wearing me out -- sudden demands for extended bouts of lovemaking or naked, lusty fucking that left me exhausted, but smiling at the memory of Mom demanding cock again and again.

And perhaps it was perverse, but there was something erotic in knowing that inside her -- as Mom's swelling belly pressed against my stomach as she rode my cock or brushed against my forehead as I ate her pussy -- there was a life that we created from our love and lust, linking Mom and me together as never before. 

Even at rest, our time together seemed enchanted. To this day I recall the wonderful evenings that ended with Mom and me in bed, spooning -- Mom's butt cheeks wedged against my crotch, my cock (usually hard), nestled between her fleshy globes of flesh, my arms around her -- one cupping a milk filled breast and the other one her swollen belly, feeling the life within stirring, growing, readying to come into the world and join our family. There was a certain sweet intimacy we shared in those moments as sleep overtook us.

And then there was Molly. Impending motherhood took her pretty features and raised them to a whole new level. She was like an erotic Madonna portrait by Raphael, offering a preview of what lay ahead for Mom and I. From the swelling of her breasts to her impossibly increased sex drive, Molly led the way to show us what wonders lay in store in the months ahead. And perhaps even more than Mom, Molly seemed to revel in the process of becoming a mother -- always a beatific smile on her face as if in motherhood, she had discovered a great and wonderful secret.

Aunt Deb and Molly spent a great deal of time in our remote Kentucky home -- allowing Mom and I to share in the glory of watching Molly's and my child grow inside her. In between their visits to us, Mom and I made several trips to Florida. My love for Molly grew as did our baby inside her. There was no reservations in all our feelings for each other -- no resentments or fears from Mom or Aunt Deb over the fact that I was about to be father to babies from two different women. We all seemed to understand that all traditional viewpoints had to be thrown away. We were as Aunt Deb put often put it -- simply family. Mom's and Molly's unborn children were to have four loving parents who would love them both equally and unreservedly. 

Oh, and that I am the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet doesn't even have to be mentioned. That was no more in evidence than on a fine, warm day in February as we all played in the warm waters of the Gulf coast, many male passerby casting envious and lustful glances at me and the three women surrounding me. Molly, at seven months, was wearing a white bikini that contrasted wonderfully with her tanned skin and barely contained her rapidly growing breasts, swollen now with milk. Her belly was swollen and distended and both her stomach and her breasts seemed to keep her buoyant as she swam and floated in the warm water. 

Resting on a beach blanket, Mom struck a gorgeous pose in a very skimpy red string bikini, her baby bump clearly defined now at four months, her heavy, pendulous breasts beginning to show signs of more growth with each passing week, breast flesh overflowing and threatening to escape the little bits of fabric that passed for her swimsuit. Mom's figure had grown a little more full and lush, but did nothing but deepen her Ruebenesque loveliness. Mom's black hair, hints of gray shining in the Florida sun, hung down past her shoulders, framing her lovely face.

Aunt Deb, her long and tight body clad only in a whisper of green fabric that almost covered her nipples and cunt, was pulling me into the water, her right hand tucked into my swim trunks, leading me by my cock to where Molly was relaxing. The fact that anyone walking down the beach could see that she was masturbating me didn't seem to inhibit her at all.

Molly pushed in closer to shore as we waded out to meet her, coming into our embrace as we stood in the warm waters of the Gulf nearly chest high. Molly met us with soft wet kisses -- first kissing her spouse, Deb, their tongues dancing and darting as they kissed, wet bodies sliding against each other as they made love to each other with their kisses.

Then Molly turned to me, one arm coming around my neck to help her float in the water while her other hand slipped below the surface to slide into my swim trunks and join Deb's hand in stroking my cock. Her tongue whipped hungrily around mine, salty and sweet and it teased and taunted my tongue.

"I was just thinking I needed a good fucking, Sugar," she murmured when our kiss ended -- her tanned chest darkening with arousal as she looked up at me with those merry blue eyes. "Touch me, John. Feel how I badly I need a hard cock!" She whispered as she pulled herself closer to me, her heavy, milk-swollen tits rubbing against my bare chest. Her legs came up on either side of me, scissoring around my waist as Aunt Deb, after tugging my trunks down, moved with practiced ease behind Molly to support her, hands reaching around to cup her lover's breasts, one nipple escaping her small bikini top, revealing her arousal with its swollen condition.

Underwater, I reached out and palmed Molly's crotch, her heat and wetness evident even in the balmy water. "My pleasure, darling," I murmured, my voice growing thick with lust as I tugged the skimpy swatch of fabric covering her bald cunt aside, slipping a finger into the slick heat of her womb. I can only report on what I've experienced with Mom and Molly, but pregnancy must make a woman's pussy even hotter than normal. Molly felt like she was on fire. My cock throbbed at the prospect of sinking into that molten heat.

I cupped Molly's ass cheeks in my hand, tilting her slightly as I carefully moved, toes sliding through the soft sand. My erect cock brushed her thigh and then I groaned as I made the transition from warm, salty water to hot, slick flesh, burying my cock in Molly's tight cunt. I slid in deep until my pubic hairs were mashing against her naked flesh and then held on, cock deep in her -- enjoying the look of sheer bliss on Molly's face. 

Molly sighed and shuddered, the only movement our subtle shifting to maintain balance as the gently waves rolled in from the Gulf of Mexico -- each swell making the pregnant woman moan with pleasure. After a few minutes, I began to thrust -- slowly at first, enjoying the grasp of her furnace-like pussy. "Yessssss," moaned Molly as she flexed her hips and dug her heels into my backside, trying to get me deeper inside her. "Fuck me lover -- fuck me like only a motherfucker can!"

Adding to Molly's pleasure, Aunt Deb's hands squeezed and massaged Molly's swollen tits, lifting them from the bikini top, fingers gliding knowing across the full mounds of flesh to seek out and taunt her swollen nipples, pinching and pulling them in ways that made Molly quake with pleasure.

Deb's eyes glowed with naughtiness and desire, shifting from my face to just below the surface where Molly and I were joined, cock and pussy and then to Molly's face -- slack jawed with overwhelming pleasure one moment and then etched with a silly, lusty grin the next. I increased the tempo -- never fucking Molly violently, but thrusting into her with long, steady strokes, pausing only to grind my crotch against hers, straining to touch her swollen, baby filled womb, somehow achieving in our carnal act a level of intimacy beyond anything I would have imagined ever happening.

Suddenly, arms were wrapping themselves around me from behind, then I felt Mom's heavy breasts pillowing against my back, her skin hot and damp. I felt Mom's warm breath against my neck just before she kissed me, her tongue darting out to lick my skin there, making me shiver with delight as I continued to fuck Molly. Mom seemed to just mold her body against mine, her fingers trailing deliciously over my body.

Then Mom began to swim and float around us, pausing to kiss me, her eyes full of pride and love as our tongues made love. Large, thick nubs pressed out against the wet, red fabric of her bikini as her nipples betrayed her arousal of the sight before her. From me, Mom floated over and kissed Molly, whispering words into my lover's ear that made her groan and blush even more, her nipples somehow swelling more between Aunt Deb's fingers. Mom moved on to her sister, giving her a long, lingering kiss while her hands roamed over Deb's body, slipping inside her suit to pinch a nipple and then seek out her pussy.

Mom giggled and said, "Poor big sister. You're getting neglected while we cock hungry mommies get satisfied -- that's not fair." Mom floated on around behind Aunt Deb, showering her shoulder, back and neck with kisses while her hands disappeared into the water. I watched Mom with interest as she gave me an evil smile from over my aunt's shoulder. 

Aunt Deb gave a almost startled jerk and then moaned as Mom giggled. "Too much, big sister? Three fingers too much for you these days, Deb?"

Aunt Deb moaned and shook her head, moaning, "No, Carrie. Just um...please, more. MORE!" I realized Mom had without any real foreplay, thrust three fingers into Deb's pussy. Aunt Deb began to bob up and down as Mom placed her left hand on her sister's shoulder and made a thrusting motion with her right. 

Deb's big blue eyes popped wide open and she let out a loud cry that sent a few gulls floating nearby into the air with surprised squawks. My aunt's hands clamped down almost involuntarily around her lover's breasts, drawing a similar cry from Molly -- her pussy clamping down around my cock in reflexive response, making me groan again from the incredibly pleasure. Mom laughed and continued her thrusting motion. "Ohhhh yes, my big sister likes to get fisted, doesn't she?"

I felt my cock swell even more -- just the image of my mother shoving her whole hand up her sister's cunt made my cock throb. I picked up the tempo of my thrusts, being as gentle as I could muster, resisting the urge to madly fuck Molly's wet and clasping cunt. Aunt Deb tried to stay quiet, biting her lip until I thought it was going to bleed and then letting loose with joyful screams of, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME, CARRIEEEE!"

I'm sure we were probably being watched from shore and that despite being chest high in the water, there would be little doubt as to what we were doing -- not that it would have made a lick of difference in those days. It sent evil shivers of delight through me knowing I was standing here with my mother and aunt and Molly, fucking and pleasuring each other in broad daylight.

Molly began squealing with erotic joy as her orgasm swept over her -- her heavy, milk filled breasts flopping wildly, pelvis thrusting back and forth as I held her to me with one hand on her ass and one hand stroking her large round belly, little driblets of milky white leaking from her nipples as Deb pinched them while quivering in climax from Mom's fist buried inside her pussy.

Mom locked her gaze on me even as she nibbled on her sister's neck, the hunger evident in her eyes and after running her tongue along Aunt Deb's shoulder, she hissed, "Don't you dare cum, John! Momma needs cock!"

Somehow I managed to hold off despite the silky tight vice grip of Molly's hot pussy, the pleasure so intense in my cock I thought I would explode, but somehow I rode through my pregnant lover's orgasm without cumming.

Molly weakly kicked her legs and slid free of my cock, the shock of the cooler water after being buried in her scalding cunt almost sending me over the edge. She swam to her spouse and clung to Aunt Deb who somehow managed to keep her footing after Mom slipped her hand out of her pussy, wincing with both pain and pleasure as Mom exited. With an unsteady voice, Deb stammered, "Fuck his brains out, little sister!" Then Aunt Deb's attention was diverted as Molly hauled her in for a passionate kiss, bodies sliding and grinding against each other in the calm waters.

Mom was already on the move, diving underwater only to emerge like some kind of lusty goddess from antiquity in front of me, rising up with her skin glistening, bikini abandoned and her heavy, hanging breasts sliding along my mostly naked body and then wrapping her arms around my neck as she levered herself higher, legs encircling my hips as she raised her hips and impaled herself on my cock! It registered somewhere in my mind that Mom was now completely naked and a part of my heart swelled at the sight of her lusty courage.

Mom's growing stomach wasn't an impediment yet, but again, I felt that new level of intimacy as Mom and I were joined carnally with a new life beating between us. If Molly's pussy was a furnace, Mom's hot wet cunt was a raging inferno, surrounding my now aching cock with liquid fire and molten flesh, corkscrewing down around my cock. 

"I love you, son," Mom moaned in that lust filled voice that always rocks me to my core -- a voice full of love and desire that knows no limits and gets what it always demands. Mom's hard nipples dragged across my chest as she ground her hairy twat against my crotch. Mom's arms and legs held me tightly as she rode me, my hands squeezing and spreading her ass cheeks, helping her piston up and down on my stiff penis. We kissed, our tongues rolling slowly over each other, feeling swollen in their own right, swollen with the arousal that seemed to permeate both our bodies.

Mom's fingernails clawed at my back as orgasm quickly overtook her. Then we were joined by Molly and Aunt Deb, their hot, slick flesh pressing into ours, hands stroking and bodies rubbing against us. More tongues joined our incestuous kiss as they touched and urged us to climax. Fingers brushed against mine and then slipped between Mom's ass cheeks and she jerked in pleasurable surprise as someone pressed a finger against her asshole. More fingers fluttered against my buttocks and then into my asscrack to begin probing against my butthole.

My kiss into Mom's mouth became more frantic as a long finger eased through my sphincter and found my prostate and pressed and I growled against Mom's lips as my orgasm overwhelmed me and I went up on my toes as Mom slid down my erection, burying myself as deep as I could before I began to erupt, emptying a heavy load of hot semen into Mom's pussy!

The twin sensations of steaming sperm and a finger up her asshole sent Mom over the edge and she groaned into my mouth as she shimmied and shook on my cock, bathing it anew in her sweet, fiery juices as she massaged my cock for all the semen hidden inside.

It was lucky for us that we brought blankets with us to the beach. Mom's bikini we never found and somehow Molly's top was lost somewhere between my fucking her and then Mom. We emerged from the water to a smattering of applause from some of the locals and a few slack-jawed tourists and who could blame them. Again, Mom reminded me of some erotic goddess -- the very epitome of Venus emerging naked and unashamed from the surf, her heavy breasts bouncing and her hairy bush glistening wetly from the water and other things. As several beachcombers watched, Mom grinned and met their hungry, amazed glances -- enjoying her rare opportunity to let her exhibitionist side run free. 

Finally, wrapping blankets around our two mothers to be, Aunt Deb and I proudly walked our spouses home. Naps and an afternoon snack loomed ahead for us until our expectant mothers regained their energy and could demand some more loving -- loving both Aunt Deb and I would be thrilled to give.

Molly didn't give up fucking until the middle of her eighth month and was receiving and giving oral love almost to the minute she went into labor. Bless her heart, it was a long and difficult labor, lasting almost fourteen hours but in the middle of April, she and Aunt Deb gave birth to a beautiful nine pound baby boy while Mom and I stood by -- in awe of this lovely young woman producing the first member of the next generation of our family. 

I know I am repeating myself when I say I was not prepared for the reality of all this new love we had created and brought into the world. Appearing weary and pissed, the first time my son looked at me with my own brown eyes, I broke down and wept -- overwhelmed with the intense love that only a parent can know. In the end, it gave me an even better perspective on Mom's love for me and makes me love her back all the more.

With everyone's blessing, Molly and Deb named him Matthew Thomas, after Molly's grandfather and my grandfather Tom. We would call him Matthew, but when he was about four years old, he announced that he was Tommy and that's what we call him to this day.

It was tough not to be there every day -- not being able to watch him grow and experience his world. With every picture I received from Molly and Deb, it seemed Tommy grew by leaps and bounds. Because of geography -- I would miss his first step and the arrival of his first tooth, but Mom and I were visiting when he said his first word, "momma" and we were all always together at birthdays and Christmas. I hated being apart but I was at peace knowing that he was raised day in and day out by two of the most loving people in the world and with the exception of Mom and myself, I knew no one else who were so much in love as Molly and Aunt Deb.

Holding my and Molly's son in my arms made me yearn even more for the day when I would be holding the baby that Mom and I made. In some ways, those next few months flew by, my heart filled with wonder and awe as our child grew inside Mom. In some ways, those days seemed to last forever -- an almost eternal celebration of the love my mother and I shared -- creating memories that I cherish to this day.

Mom and I would talk long into the night about our hopes and dreams for our unborn child, wondering where our unusual lives would take us, but knowing that we would love and embrace every moment of the journey. I would race home from work in Lexington each night, eager to see Mom and hear how her day went and to kneel down and kiss her belly and tell our baby how much we both loved him or her. Often it seemed as if in response to my voice, the baby would kick, letting us know that it too eagerly awaited the day it would come into our lives.

Just thinking about those times makes my head swim with good memories. Sure, there were hard times too. Mom could get very emotional as hormones raged within her and at age forty-four, her pregnancy was more of a physical strain than it had been for Molly. Despite her best efforts, Mom put back on some of the weight she had worked hard for so long to take off. To me, this simply made Mom all the more beautiful. She was always destined to be a full-figured beauty and I had always loved her lush figure -- a few more pounds now just made her even more attractive and although it was perhaps little comfort to her, her weight gain truly meant to be that there was just that much more to love!




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 09



One of my favorite memories of that time occurred in early June, just as Mom was entering her eighth month. It was a lovely day -- the temperature perfect and no humidity. Despite having a great swollen belly and little stamina and to hear her tell it, all the grace of a billy-goat on skates, Mom had wanted to take a walk up the hill to visit Grandpa Tom's grave. We carried some fresh flowers for his stone and a picnic lunch, planning to enjoy a quiet and intimate afternoon together as we had some many times before.

Mom was wearing a skimpy halter-top, fitting more snugly than ever as her breasts had grown heavier -- swollen with milk, making her bountiful breasts overflow the meager top. Mom was also wearing a loose, wraparound skirt that did nothing to hide the enormity of her swollen belly. By the time we reached the family cemetery, Mom was pretty winded, her face flushed with exertion. While I tended to Grandpa Tom's plot, Mom rested atop her father's gravestone and brought him up to speed on the latest happenings.

"...and I swear, Daddy -- little Matthew Thomas looks more like John everyday! And he has your eyes too, Daddy...just like John does." Mom smiled down at me, her hand resting on her stomach, toes dangling just above the grass around the stone. Her eyes widened suddenly in surprise and she let out a long whoosh of air. "And this one, Daddy -- I swear your next grandchild must be a football player the way it kicks!"

With her other hand, Mom stroked the smooth marble of her father's tombstone and said, "I wish you could be here, Daddy and see how wonderful things are -- to see how good my son treats me and loves me. You'd be proud of him, Daddy -- proud of him and me and the way we love each other." Mom let go a wistful sigh and continued, "I wish you could be here and be a part of us -- a family that loves each other more than anything -- that loves like you and Mama Polly loved each other."

Mom's gaze went off into nowhere for a moment and I knew she was thinking of her own youth and the few precious loving moments she and her father had shared. A new shade of red colored Mom's face -- blushing not from exertion, but from arousal as she recollected making love to her father. Through these wonderful and exciting months of Mom's pregnancy, I had come to anticipate Mom's urges and I wasn't surprised when she emerged from her reverie, eyes gleaming with need and a sexual flush spreading quickly from her face to her chest.

"Son," Mom said softly as she reached down and did something to her dress that made it fall away, revealing her full and shapely legs. "John, I need you!" Mom whispered as she slowly spread her legs, her wild and unruly bush revealed in the shadow of her swollen belly, barely hinting at the wet and pink flesh of her motherly cunt.

I moved to knee between her widespread legs, looking over her large stomach to smile up at her as I said, "I love you too, Mom!" I trailed fingers up Mom's ankle, making her quiver as I tickled her knee and then teased the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mom let her head fall back and her lips curl in a pleased sneer as I slid my fingers into her bush, slipping into the split of her labia and spreading her slick lips apart to reveal the hot and slick flesh hidden there. I marveled at the wonder that was and is my mother's vagina. I could not recall a single time during her entire pregnancy when I had touched her and she wasn't soaking wet and seemingly on fire.

I eased my middle finger into Mom's sopping cunt, slowly rotating it as I sought out Mom's secret spots, making her squirm as I probed and massaged her inner flesh. I inhaled her strong scent as it wafted through the air, my nostrils flaring as I breathed in her intoxicating aroma -- my cock hardening already in my jeans. 

Like a man dying of thirst, I pressed my face into Mom's wet, hairy pussy, sucking up her sexual nectar as my tongue began to roam over her slick aroused flesh. I could feel her blood pulsing through her labia as they swelled and blossomed wider and Mom's taste was sweet and vibrant as never before as if filled with the same energy and life as she was carrying deep in her womb.

Mom's legs came awkwardly up to hang over my shoulders and I was wedged between her luscious thighs and her fertile belly and as I licked her delicious pussy, sending tremors of pleasure racing through her body, I could feel our child kicking -- somehow joining in on our happiness in its own way.

"Eat me, John," Mom moaned in a keening voice that in her ecstasy threatened to fall apart into simple babble. I made love to my mother with my mouth and fingers, seeking out her G-spot and discovering her erect clitoris, swollen and throbbing, teasing with my tongue. "Lick Momma's pussy -- make Momma cummmm!" she cried as she wiggled on her marble seat. 

Mom's thighs tightened against the sides of my face while her fingers curled up in my hair -- getting a grip to hold onto as I lapped her cunt towards orgasm. With my free hand, I reached around to support Mom in the small of the back -- a tricky thing to do with all the twisting and scooting around she was doing atop her father's tombstone.

"See, Daddy? See how good your grandson loves his mother," Mom moaned. "See how he makes your little girl cummmmm!" A torrent of pussy cream flowed from Mom's cunt -- pouring over my face faster than I could lick it up, rivulets running down my chin, dripping from my cheeks, her scent making me almost dizzy with desire

Mom let out a scream that echoed through the green hills as I simultaneously found her G-spot and began gently and steadily sucking on her stiff clitoris. Her legs fell away from my face as she lost control of her limbs. Mom seemed to be trying to push my entire head back into the womb as she quivered and rocked against my face -- a gusher of cum -- hot streamers of pussy juice sprayed my face.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, Mom pushed me away, gasping desperately for breath and I fell back to a sitting position, staring happily at my mother, legs spread wide, thighs gleaming with her juices, jerking as little waves of orgasmic aftershocks rippled through her blossoming body, punctuated by little spurts of cunt cream splashing onto Grandpa Tom's headstone. Mom was the epitome of erotic motherhood as she sat there, an incestuous mother lost in rapture, pussy juice gleaming wetly on the marble stonework. Somewhere during my making love to her, she had opened her halter top and her heavy, hanging breasts were heaving -- nipples huge and distended, thick drop of milky fluid dripping from them.

I heaved myself to my feet and came to her, letting her shaky arms go around my shoulders as I kissed my mother hard and long, my tongue snaking into her mouth to share her own taste with her -- Mom pausing to lick her cream from my cheeks and then share it with me, her son and husband. One hand dropped and busied itself with my belt and then I was flat on the ground in front of Grandpa Tom's stone, Mom facing away from me, leaning forward, bracing her hands against her father's headstone while resting her huge belly on my legs as she took my erection inside her and began to fuck me with as much vigor as an eight months pregnant woman could muster. 

I could only moan with happiness as I felt Mom's tender and fiery flesh move up and down on my cock, hearing her whimper with pleasure as she told her father over and over what a fine motherfucker her son was. Somehow I levered myself up, wrapping an arm around Mom's soft and sweaty body to caress her belly while the other played with her milk laden tits, feeling the warm, life-giving liquid flow through my fingers as I massaged and pinched her heavy breasts.

Too soon for me, I lost it and began to cum inside Mom's wonderful pussy, savoring her sobs of pleasure as my hot semen began her orgasm anew, her hot flesh milking my seed. We wound up with Mom lying atop me, her pregnant belly rising to the sky as I slipped out of her, holding her tight in my embrace, both of us basking in the warmth of the sun and the intensity of our incestuous love.

Mom's obstetrician had pegged July 15 as her due date, but we were in for a surprise. The evening of July 3, we had retired relatively early. Now in her ninth month, Mom tired very easily and was in some serious discomfort. To help her relax in the evenings, I would usually gently lick her pussy to orgasm which seemed to help her sleep better. That night, Mom wanted us to sixty-nine and so we wound up in bed lying on our sides -- me happily running my tongue over Mom's wet pussy, tenderly nibbling at her clitoris and licking the sweet cunt cream from her wet flesh. Mom was hungrily sucking on my cock, her tongue a maddening dervish swirling around the head of my cock.

Nestled between us, her swollen belly felt almost feverish with new life and I would stroke it softly as it seemed to bring Mom some comfort. I tried to control my orgasm, but once a delicious flood of her juices washed over my mouth and lips and I heard her happy sighs of a languorous orgasm wafting in my ears, I couldn't resist any longer and with my face pressed to her delicious cunt, began to cum as I gave a muffled moan of pleasure. Mom eagerly drank my hot sperm, relishing the taste of her own son's semen.

We went to sleep soon after, me rubbing Mom's aching back, sharing a last goodnight kiss, the taste of my seed still on my mother's lips. Then in the early morning hours of July 4, Mom woke up me up to let me know it was time -- that her water had broken. I don't remember much of the drive from our home deep in the hills to the local hospital, just Mom sitting serenely in the passenger seat urging me to stay calm and that she loved me very, very much.

Despite any concerns the doctor had about Mom having a baby at her age, her labor was short and without complications -- in the pain of delivery, she only called me a motherfucker three times, much to the amusement of the doctor and nurses present, most of whom were oblivious to our familial relationship. 

At 8:30 in the morning on the Fourth of July, Mom gave birth to a healthy seven pound daughter that we named Polly after Mom's grandmother, Mama Polly. Forgive me if I am prejudiced, but Polly was the loveliest baby I had or ever will see. The nurses would tell you it was probably gas or something, but I swear when I first held my daughter and spoke to her that she smiled up at me.

That evening, as Mom slept, our daughter in her arms, I watched them as the sky outside lit up with fireworks and I felt a sense of rightness greater than I had ever felt before. Over the past few years, as Mom and I had realized our love for each other, with each step we had taken to become a couple, it had simply felt...right. Now I felt as if all the pieces had fallen into place. The woman who had bore me and loved me both as a son and as a man, now wore my ring and we had made a child together. Our love was only strengthened and increased by our deep feelings for Deb and Molly and the life that we had all four truly brought into this world and that was a part of the rightness I felt now.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Mom whispered, her voice weary, but happy. I glanced up from our baby in her arms and Mom's eyes were gleaming, tears of joy threatening to fall.

I leaned over and kissed Mom gently and stroked her face. "She's the loveliest thing I've ever seen, Mom," I replied. "You did good."

"No, son, we did good -- together, we took our love and made something more wonderful than I ever thought possible." The tears began to flow as she kissed me again and then said softly, "I love you, John. We've made a baby together. I can't believe all that we've hoped for has happened. It feels like I'm living out a fairy tale -- my greatest dreams come to life."

I kissed away her tears, "It's not a dream, Mom, it's our life and I promise you, we'll live happily ever after." Mom smiled up happily at me, her eyes growing glassy as exhaustion overtook her. I whispered, "I love you, Mom," and kissed her on the forehead and then kissed our daughter likewise. Both made little satisfied sighs and slept while I continued to sit there and watch them -- love for them both overflowing from my heart. 

At some point that evening I went down on my knees and thanked God for all my blessings and I asked him for the strength to continue to be the son and husband and now father that I needed to be and even though the future was unknown to me, I knew the rightness of the path I was following and that the journey would be wonderful.

Once we were back home and settled in, it seemed even more right. Yes, our lives changed radically from the moment we brought Polly home -- how could it not, but it was all change for the better. We might bitch about the dirty diapers and the occasional all night fussiness and the sometimes seemingly endless exhaustion that comes with raising a baby, but that all seemed inconsequential as the very act of being parents seemed to bring a new level of intimacy between my mother and I. We found an even deeper sense of oneness that seemed to increase our love and yes, our lust for each other.

True, we probably slowed down a little in our lovemaking -- at least during Polly's first couple of years, but we were still passionate with each other and any loss of physical contact just made us that much hungrier for each other -- a hunger we sated with a vengeance whenever opportunity came knocking.

Mom once asked me if I ever regretted us having a child or at least having one so soon after we married. "With a child in the house, we had to give up all that wild sex in every room of the house, you know," Mom said teasingly.

"Well, I don't know about that, Mom," I replied. "I thought we just tried to plan our wild sex a little bit in advance. If I wanted to fuck you on the kitchen table, we just had to wait until Polly went to sleep or off to school...same if we were making love in front of the fireplace and all those times we got caught..." I shrugged and added, "We always taught her that sex was something natural and beautiful that two people in love shared, not something dirty. Polly never seemed to be bothered by that."

Mom laughed and said, "Well, she really didn't like it the first time she caught us under the Christmas tree."

I winced and shook my head as I recalled that. It must have been Polly's fourth or fifth Christmas and she'd gotten up to see if Santa had visited yet and found her mother and me under the Christmas tree making love -- our favorite Christmas tradition. Mom was underneath me, her filmy gown spread out around her and I was naked, buried deep inside her.

Polly just stared at us disapprovingly and said we really should do that in bed. She turned around and stomped back to her bedroom. The next morning when we came down, we found all of Polly's presents carefully stacked on the far side of the tree -- as far away from the site of our naughty deed as possible...a new Christmas tradition that she continued for years.

No, we didn't carry on like naked sex crazed maniacs in front of our daughter, but we never tried to disguise our passion for each other either. Mom and I have been and always will be very openly affectionate in public. We tried to raise Polly to be accepting and open minded and though sometimes that was a bit complicated like explaining why her brother had a different Mommy and another Mommy too, Polly never dwelt on the details, but accepted it all serenely as simply the way things were. We knew that it would be a bit tougher explaining how her mother and father could also be mother and son, but that would wait until later years when she would be mature enough to understand it all.

We were blessed, especially in those early years, watching our beautiful golden haired daughter grow and explore the world around her, fascinated by even the smallest discoveries the world had to offer and helped us regain our own sense of wonder in so many ways. I defy anyone to not be changed in watching a young girl's awed face the first time she watches a butterfly emerge from its cocoon. With each day she has been in our lives, she has been a blessing, making a truly wonderful life even better. When you add to that the additional joys that Tommy brought into our lives, we could truly believe in the possibility of living "happily ever after."

Of course, life doesn't truly work that way and while mostly life was and is wonderful, there have been some dark and terrible moments. In those early and heady years of raising our family, none of us dreamed that tragedy was as near to us as it was.

To be continued...



Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 10



So here we have my 50th entry to Literotica and perhaps the final chapter of my proudest achievement. I hope you've enjoyed the story of John and Carrie - perhaps more will be told in time. Thanks for all your lovely comments and helpful critiques along the way. I hope you will share your thoughts on this entry as well...as it is your feedback that serves as my greatest inspiration. Enjoy!

Of course, all the usual mutterings about this being a work of fiction and all characters existing only within the confines of my mind.

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I woke to find it was early morning, the light of dawn creeping into our bedroom, filling it with shadow. It had stormed during the night and I could still hear water dripping from the trees -- a pleasing sound to listen to as I stretched luxuriously in our bed. Then as I woke further, I realized why I had awoken so early to begin with.

Mom's hand gently caressed my chest and stomach and in the shadowy light, I saw her face, resting on my shoulder, looking up at me, a sleepy and naughty smile on her face. She cuddled closer, her naked body warm and inviting against my skin. "I was hoping you would wake up, John," she whispered before moving up to kiss me, her heavy breast dragging across my chest as her lips met mine and we kissed. 

For thirteen years now, a day hadn't passed that we hadn't kissed each other upon rising in the morning. Each kiss was like the first -- a taste of heaven. As we kissed, Mom's hand drifted further south, sliding through my wiry pubic hair to finally encircle my rapidly swelling cock. With a mother's tenderness and a lover's need, Mom stroked me, masturbating me into a throbbing cockstand while our tongues danced and played.

When I was fully erect, Mom ended the kiss and rose up lithely onto her knees and quickly swung a shapely leg over my body to straddle me -- my cock standing proudly, just brushing the thick mass of her hairy muff, heat and moisture radiating from her already swollen and spread pussy lips. Mom grinned down at me as I said, "I know why you woke me up."

Mom slowly slid down, her cunt expertly capturing the head of my swollen penis and I groaned as I felt her velvet lips massaging my tender flesh -- her pussy clasping hungrily to take me inside her and replied, "Any complaints, son?"

I could only shake my head now as I relished the sweet sensation of my mother and wife slowly enveloping my cock in her wet and fiery cunt. In an idle part of my mind, I wondered how many times we had done this over the years that we'd been married -- one of us waking up with a passionate desire for the other. Of course, the number didn't matter. All that was important was that each time was as good or better than the first time -- that our uniquely intimate bond as both mother and son and husband and wife transported us to a place close to heaven whenever we made love.

As the dawn progressed, the room became lighter as Mom slowly rode me, her face lovely, transfixed in an expression that conveyed both great love and lust. I marveled at how with each passing day and year, Mom simply seemed to grow more beautiful.

Mom's age of fifty-seven did not betray itself easily. Her luscious body, always on the border of voluptuousness, somehow seemed to almost immune to wrinkles and while there was definitely a little more sag to her huge breasts, the way they sloped down on her chest seemed to add to her beauty, their pendulous form evoking thoughts of an earthy goddess of fertility. Mom's nipples, huge to begin with and thickened from nursing, were swollen with her lust, begging to be squeezed and sucked. Her thighs grow a little meatier with each passing year, but long hikes up and down the hillsides of our home, keep her legs shapely and muscular and there are few sweeter pleasures than feeling Mom's legs wrapped around me as we make love or simply fuck in heated, incestuous passion.

Mom's great mane of hair is in some ways, the great betrayer of her age. Through most of our marriage, Mom has let it grow until it hung far down her back, sometimes flowing freely around her like an erotic veil, like this morning, the very tips brushing my skin when she leaned forward and down to kiss me as she rode my cock and sometimes tied up in a long ponytail or braided. But the deep, rich blackness of Mom's hair has gradually given way to a wondrous shade of gray -- itself going whiter with each passing year. It doesn't actually make her look older, but gives her an incredibly sensuous look that again evoked an earthy goddess.

On this particular morning, Mom and I took our time -- savoring the pure deliciousness of slowly fucking -- of our bodies meshing and becoming as one as Mom's sugar walls tightened around my cock, massaging my flesh slowly, her slick juices surrounding me with a heavenly warmth that gradually took me closer and closer to ecstasy.

Mom sighed as she came the first time, leaning forward so her hands were clenching the old brass rail headboard while her breasts swayed and brushed my face, my tongue darting out to tease her swollen nipples. Mom's cries of pleasure were so familiar and yet always a marvel to me -- reminding me once again of my good fortune to have my mother as my lover and mate.

As Mom reached her second orgasm of the morning, I began thrusting back, meeting her downward motion to bury myself as deep into her sweet womb as I could. Mom fell forward on top of me as she whimpered in the throes of her welling climax, pressing her face against my neck as her soft, meaty tits pillowed against my chest, our joined loins working hard until I too was cumming, thrusting hard and deep into Mom's cunt as I gave her my hot seed. 

Our sweaty bodies cooled quickly in the cool morning air, making us shiver a bit as we kissed and whispered tender things to each other. I reached out with a hand and found the light quilt we'd been using as a blanket, one of Mama Polly's old handmade quilts and tugged it over our quivering bodies. Still joined together, we kissed and dozed for a good while, just savoring the joy and love we shared.

In the midst of a sleepy kiss, I heard the downstairs kitchen door open and close, followed by footsteps down the back steps. I opened my eyes and looked at Mom inquiringly.

The serene look that she usually had after making love transformed into a sad smile and she said softly, "Molly."

Comprehension come quickly then and I said, "Today's the day, isn't it?"

Mom nodded, her gaze suddenly a little distant and her smile growing sadder. "Yes. Hard to believe it's been five years."

There was little to say after that and then as we heard the kids stirring about, we reluctantly slipped apart and began our day. By the time Polly and Tommy had finished in the bathroom and were dressed for school, Mom had breakfast cooking and I'd hiked down to the road to retrieve the morning paper. Breakfast was as always, a boisterous affair of chatter, eating, and last minute and allegedly forgotten homework.

Polly, Mom's and my daughter was at age thirteen was already turning into the beautiful, young woman we always knew she would be. Tall and awkward for her age, blonde haired and eager to take on the world, she and Mom reviewed her words for a big spelling test coming that day and I watched proudly as she rattled off each word correctly.

Tommy, the son I had fathered with Molly, was short, dark haired and serious, trying to cope with the trials and tribulations of running smack dab into puberty. We spent most of breakfast commiserating on the lackluster seasons of our favorite baseball teams, neither of which was going to be playing in the post-season, their year done now that October was here. Tommy tried to pin me down on the chances of going up to Cincinnati when the Cubs came to play next April and I just played coy, not wanting to tell him I had already looked up next year's schedule to plan that trip.

As breakfast was squared away and books and backpacks collected for the walk down to the school bus, Tommy looked about and said, "Where's Mom? Is she still asleep?" 

An uncomfortable pause followed as Mom and I exchanged glances and then putting her arm around her grandson, Mom said gently, "She's gone up the hill to visit with Mom-Deb. She slipped out while we were all still in bed."

Comprehension dawned in my son's eyes and my heart ached for him as a sad and dark cloud covered his face. "Oh...yeah." He looked up at Mom and then at me. "Is she alright, you think?"

It wasn't the first time I ever felt helpless as a father and I knew it wouldn't be the last. I leaned over and squeezed his shoulder. "Yeah, she'll be alright. She just needs to do this. When you get home this afternoon, you'll see." 

Matt gave me a small smile and I was about to suggest we head down to the bus pickup when Polly slipped by me, giving me a quick peck on the cheek and putting her arm around Tommy, said, "C'mon, big brother! We don't want to be late!" Polly and our mother gave each other a look that said much more than words could convey and Mom gave me a silent shake of the head indicating I should let them go on alone.

I stood at the living room window and watched them hiking down the drive towards the highway, Polly, although a few months younger than Tommy, always seeming to be older and wiser and I knew that somehow, she was the one who could find the words that would make him feel better.

I felt Mom's arm slip around my waist as she moved up beside me, watching the kids go off to school. "Think he'll be alright?" I asked Mom, inadvertently repeating my son's words.

"Yes, it's just a bit...hard. Polly will keep an eye on him."

I shook my head, feeling just a bit bewildered. "When the hell did she grow up and become so wise," I asked Mom.

She laughed and standing on tip-toe, gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Never blink, John. Your kids grow up in the blink of an eye." She moved around to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck as she looked up at me lovingly. "I can remember blinking and my wonderful first born son went from a loving child to a handsome young man that I feel head over in heels in love with!"

We kissed then, long and lovingly -- our tongues exploring each other, always delighting in the taste and touch of each other. My hands slipped upwards, under Mom's robe to cup a heavy, meaty breast and Mom laughed and wriggled from my grasp.

"Down, sweetie -- there'll be time for that later." Mom danced away from me and said, "Don't you have some work to do?" pointing towards my office.

I gave Mom a mock pout and said, "Oh, you're no fun!"

Mom rolled her eyes and said, "You didn't say that a couple of hours ago. Now, get in there and make a living and I'll come get you around lunch time and we'll go check on Molly."

I sighed and then made Mom giggle and scream, chasing her around the living room couch until she let herself be caught and we kissed a little more before she gave me my marching orders and I trotted off to work.

I was now three years into being a freelance writer and was making good money. I'd given ten years to the same company as a technical writer before the owner sat me down and told me I should be going out on my own -- that while I was always welcome to work for him, I could be making more on my own. With the internet now out of its infancy, he was right and with a solid reputation as a writer already, I had no problem getting work and have worked steadily since.

The big plus to all this was that I could work out of our home and spend that much more time with my family. My former boss had always been progressive and had been an early pioneer in allowing employees to work from home to begin with. That had allowed me to spend a lot of quality time with my kids as they were growing up.

I worked for the next few hours, my mind wandering occasionally to thoughts of Molly and then Mom was in the doorway of my office, looking lovely in a long, wraparound skirt and one of my shirts tied up and leaving her belly bare, her breasts threatening to burst free of the overworked buttons. She was carrying a basket of fresh picked flowers in one hand and a picnic basket in the other. Mom looked breathtaking.

"Care to take a walk with me, son?" Mom asked, looking at me with such affection that I felt both my cock and my heart swell with the love I held for her.

"I'd follow you anywhere, Mom," I replied, levering myself out of my chair and taking the picnic basket in one hand.

We took a leisurely stroll up the hill, passing through Mom's beloved flower garden where Mom paused long enough to add a few more flowers to her basket. It was a beautiful, sunny fall day with the autumn colors in full riot among the trees and only a few water puddles left as a reminder of the early rain.

My hand found Mom's, our fingers intertwining as we walked along. "Are you okay, Mom? I hadn't asked and I should have."

Mom didn't respond for a bit, the sadness in her face all the evidence necessary for her answer, but finally she responded. "I...miss her. We were always close, even before, well..." Mom smiled up at me and gave my hand a squeeze. "There are times I forget she's gone and I'll think about calling and telling her the latest with Polly and then it hits me."

We emerged from the woods into the clearing where our family cemetery was situated and there sat Molly on a blanket, cross legged and head bowed, hand stretched out and touching the headstone of the great love of her life, Aunt Deb.

#

Deb discovered the lump shortly after hers and Molly's seventh wedding anniversary. It was small, but Aunt Deb had always taken care of herself and checked herself regularly. She immediately had it checked out by her physician and by August of that year -- the test results came back that it was indeed breast cancer. A mastectomy followed along with some precautionary chemo treatments...all to no avail. Within six months the cancer was back and spreading like wildfire.

Molly and Deb were resolute in their efforts to combat it, but all treatments simply failed. Mom and I closed down the house and I took a leave of absence and we went to Florida to be with Molly and Deb and little Tommy. Polly was overjoyed to spend time with her brother and going to school there was a new experience and our little seven year old loved new experiences. The joy that brother and sister shared at being together all the time helped a little with the pain and worry we were all feeling.

After several bouts of chemo and radiation therapy, all which failed miserably, Deb finally said enough was enough and came home from the hospital to spend her last weeks with the people she loved most in the world. It was hard for everyone -- Molly because she was losing the great love of her life, Mom, because of the very intimate bond that can only be shared by sisters and for me because I was seeing all the most important women in my life suffer and there was not a damn thing I could do about it. For the first time in my life I understood the despair of feeling impotent.

Molly was utterly crushed as she lost her spouse by inches, painfully and slowly, but she was never more loving and beautiful as she carried the burden of losing her beloved and yet making Deb's last moments on Earth as peaceful as she could.

In the end, Molly was at her side, curled up next to her, gently stroking her pain-filled brow, letting her know that she wasn't alone, whispering to her that she was loved and surrounded by family. At the last, Aunt Deb was beyond the pain and she whispered goodbye to each of us and kissed us for the last time. I've never asked what she said to the younger ones or to Mom or Molly -- I know that it was meant for them alone and honor her memory by not prying.

To me, Aunt Deb grinned and pulled me closer, kissing me softly with dry, chapped lips before whispering in my ear and saying, "This is your family, John. All of them are your responsibility now. Please love my Molly well and take care of her and Tommy and Polly. Love your mother as never before. I love you, John."

Tears cascaded from my eyes as I somehow managed to reply, "I love you too, Deb," without falling apart. 

For a moment, the pain cleared from her eyes and I saw a glimpse of the sinful devil she loved playing and she pulled me back to her and said, "Almost forgot. You're a great fuck, nephew!" I loved her for that -- amidst all her own pain and suffering, she still could make me laugh and I will treasure her last words to me for the rest of my life.

#

Mom and I slowly went to Molly, quietly kneeling down on each side of her. Mom reached out and covered Molly's hand on the cool marble with her own, their fingers intertwining. We all sat there silent, each of us remembering Aunt Deb in our own way until Molly finally looked up at each of us, taking her free hand and trying to rub the tears out of her red and swollen eyes with her palm.

"I'm not supposed to cry. Deb made me promise n-not to mourn her, but..." Molly let out a great sigh. Tears ran down her face as she continued. "But when this day comes around...I -- I, oh I miss her so much!" She turned and leaned against Mom, her face buried against Mom's chest and began to sob. Mom's arms came up around her and she hugged her tight. I sat there and wiped away tears of my own -- tears for Deb and tears for Molly, knowing only that I doubted I could be as strong as her if I lost Mom and unable to truly fathom the depths of her pain.

Mom made comforting noises as only a mother seems to know, her hands gently stroking Molly's back, helping her cry away her grief and anguish. When finally, Molly's cries began to fade, she pulled loose from Mom's embrace, wiping her tears away with her hands. For a split second, I knew what Molly had looked like as a little girl after a good long cry and my heart ached for her -- her sadness only increasing her beauty.

She sniffed a couple of times and took us both by the hand and said almost in a whisper, "Thank you both. I don't know how I'd ever get through this day or any days without y'all. 

I shrugged and replied, "We're family, darling. We'll get each other through any and all hard times. Besides, you're tougher than you think...tougher than I could ever be if..." I left the rest unsaid, looking at Mom who was looking back at me with such a feral grin of love and lust that all but screamed, "NEVER! OUR LOVE IS FOREVER!"

Molly nodded and answered, "I reckon, but there are days...it feels like she' right there and then..." She sniffed again and wiped the new tears in her eyes.

Mom sighed and reaching out, took my free hand in hers so we sat facing each other, all of us holding hands. "I feel the same way." She lifted Molly's hand and after kissing it, said, "And Deb is here, watching over us all along with Daddy and Mama Polly."

Molly laughed then, a breathless chuckle still echoing pain. "I know. Lord knows you're right, Carrie."

Mom grinned then and said, "And I know what she would say to us right here at this very moment."

Her grin was infectious and Molly nodded and looked at Mom expectantly. Mom licked her lips and said, "Deb would just shake her head and say, "For Christ's sake, people, quit your whining and somebody fuck somebody!"

Molly let out a short, cathartic laugh and then grew wide-eyed as she looked at us both and her hands tugged at Mom and I insistently and then we were all in a tight embrace, lips and tongues meeting, joining in a passionate three person kiss.

#

Aunt Deb passed away on the first of October -- she and Molly having been married eight years. At Deb's request, she was cremated with the instructions that part of her remains were to be taken back to Kentucky to be placed in the family cemetery with her father's and grandmother's remains. As for the rest, she had made another request.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 10



A few weeks after Deb's funeral, on the beach near her bungalow, we held a memorial service. Even Molly, who had over the years discovered the full extent of Deb's network of friends and former lovers, was surprised by the number of folks that turned up. I stopped counting when I reached a hundred.

Before we began, I wandered through the crowd, hearing men and women talking, reminiscing about Deb. I would pause for a moment, savoring a snippet of a naughty or funny story regarding my aunt. I met a number of men and women who would eagerly, even proudly tell me that Deb had taken their virginity.

I could hear a murmur run through the crowd as Molly and Mom came down to the beach -- Molly's widow's weeds consisting of an almost obscenely short black dress that hovered around her crotch and which as she walked, the black hair of her muff peered out again and again, glistening in the brilliant sun. It had a deeply diving scoop front that exposed most of her breasts. Although her face was pale from lack of sleep and her eyes red from crying, she looked beautiful hand in hand with Mom who had chosen a naughty red dress that barely contained her huge breasts and which failed to conceal that she too was going without panties. 

It pleased me to hear the approving tone of the crowd -- comprehending that they were dressed to honor Deb. Several began to shuck coats or unbutton blouses, getting more comfortable and relaxed in the summer heat. I even saw one woman unashamedly step out of her own lace panties and kick them into the sand.

Molly made her way to the center of the crowd. In her hands was a small urn that she held so tightly, her fingers were white with exertion. She turned around and around slowly as if trying to memorize the faces of everyone who had come to say goodbye to her lover and wife. I joined her and Mom, pausing to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Molly opened her mouth to speak and stopped. She shook her head and took a long, shuddery breath. Everyone was perfectly still and quiet. Trying to maintain a smile, she began again. "Deb always said that she'd tried to fuck everyone in Florida, but I never knew how close she came to succeeding."

The wave of laughter that followed washed much of the pain and tension from Molly's face and when folks settled down again, she continued. "Deb only really understood one emotion and that was love. Anger, hate, jealousy confused her and so she avoided it pretty much her whole life. She always said you take love wherever you find it and said that's why she picked me up and brought me home." Molly paused a few seconds amidst nods of approval and understanding. "Deb taught me how it was to love someone completely and without reservation -- to give your heart and soul to someone and get back so much more." She unconsciously stroked the urn in her hands.

"I've met many of you over the years. I love some of you dearly." Molly glanced at Mom and me. "The last thing Deb would have wanted is for us to gather together and grieve. Instead, she wants today to be a day of joy and love...and if you can't find that, at least make a new friend or as Debbie preferred to call her friends -- fuck buddies!" 

She then turned and began walking out into the water, many of us followed. When she was waist high in the surf, Molly turned to us and said, "My sweet Deb loved the Gulf, she loved this beach and she loved all of you."

"AS MUCH AND AS OFTEN AS SHE COULD!" a deep, booming voice called out from the crowd, drawing laughter and cheers.

Molly laughed and nodded in agreement. "And she could love a lot as we all can testify," she said. "I know it will please her that part of her will always be a part of this place and I also know that no matter where we go or who we're with, she'll be there with us." 

Molly opened the urn and poured the contents into her hand -- a small pile of gray ash. She held her hand up high and let the gentle gulf breeze take it, scattering it into the air and into the sea and to be honest, into us. "I LOVE YOU, DEB!" she cried, both love and loss evident in her voice. 

A moment passed as Deb's ashes swirled about and then we all took up the cry, "I LOVE YOU, DEB!" Molly then came into my arms and began to sob and my heart ached in that that was all I could do for her. All of hers and Deb's friends stood with us as she let go of as much of Aunt Deb as she could bear to.

Now, despite being very sexual in nature and having had a few experiences beyond close family, Mom and I and even Molly were not used to seeing or being around sex on a large and massive scale, but that day and into the evening, Mom and I got a more personal glimpse into the life of Deb...at least the pre-Molly days. 

Taking Molly's words and Deb's wishes to heart, most of the gathered friends lingered -- at the beach or back at Deb's and Molly's little cottage and I doubt more than a handful remained celibate that day. Alcohol and food flowed freely -- a steady stream of liquor, pizza and Chinese food deliveries coming to their home or delivered directly to the beach. Part wake and I suppose part orgy.

Mom and Molly and I didn't take part, but held court, receiving visitors, hearing how Aunt Deb had touched so many lives -- hearing full details of stories I had just heard snippets of on the beach. Around us, people made love and people fucked. Cries of passion and orgasm mixed with cries of sadness for Deb's passing and through it all, I could all but see her, tall and healthy, proudly naked, breasts riding high on her long, toned body as she walked around, sharing her passion for life, for love, and yes for mind bending sex to those who had come to celebrate her life.

Despite our own pain and loss, it was difficult not to be aroused and as the evening wound down, my cock was erect and aching. Mom sat beside me and quivered with need -- her arousal wafting through the air and making me hornier with each passing moment as I inhaled the sweet fragrance of her wet pussy. Molly was equally aroused -- one hand resting on my thigh, nails digging into my pants as one incredibly erotic story after another was told. When she would open her legs without thinking, I could see her cunt cream glistening on her supple inner thighs. 

When late in the evening we finally closed the door on the last of Deb's weary and sated visitors, Molly turned to me and Mom with tears in her eyes and taking us both by the hand, walked us backwards into her and Deb's bedroom.

No words needed to be spoken as she let her dress fall to the floor. Mom and I quickly shucked off our clothes and took Molly into our arms, carrying her to the bed, covering her sweet, compact body with kisses, caressing her, spreading her legs where first Mom and then I made love to her with our mouths. Molly sobbed and cried and shivered as her orgasm brought her much needed release. She whispered and moaned Deb's name over and over between passionate kisses with me while Mom swirled her tongue about her cunt lips and teased and pleased Molly's swollen clitoris.

As her first orgasm began to wane, Mom and I traded positions, pausing as our faces passed each other to kiss, Mom's lips and tongue sweet with Molly's pussy juices. Mom's eyes were shiny with her own tears. She continued her way up Molly's body, pausing to kiss and nip the younger woman's turgid nipples while I kissed my way down Molly's smooth belly and trail my tongue across her hairless cunt lips, spreading her labia wider and burying my face in her hot, slick pussy.

Mom's earlier loving attentions left Molly close to the edge and within a few minutes she was writhing in ecstasy again, her thighs tight against my ears, holding my face in place, as my tongue probing her sodden, fiery flesh. I felt her muscles flex and flutter against my cheeks and although my ears were muffled, I could still hear Molly cry out to Deb again and again as her orgasm swept her away -- easing her pain and misery and sense of loss, taking her to a place where Deb always was -- a place we three shared within us that Deb in all her glorious, unbridled passion, love and lust still dwelt.

Fingers intertwined in my hair, at first holding me in place as I lapped Molly's slick and delicious flesh and then pulling me upwards till my hardness was probing Molly's pulsating cunt, her tear-filled eyes imploring me to thrust forward and bury myself inside her. "Fuck me, sugar," moaned the mother of my son. "Fuck me now and forever, please, John!"

I flexed my hips and as I sank my aching, erect cock into her tight, wet pussy, feeling Mom's loving eyes on me, I smiled and replied, "Forever and..."

#

"...Forever, Molly, my love," I said as I felt Molly's legs come up and wrap around my back, heels digging in at the top of my buttocks. She flung her hips upwards, lifting herself off the blanket, cool and damp from the wet grass to meet my thrust, grunting and grimacing as I buried the full length of my swollen penis inside her luscious and molten cunt.

Mom knelt beside us, glorious in her naked, reubenesque beauty, her meaty tits swinging as she moved back and forth, kissing first Molly and then me, the taste of Molly's sweet pussy thick on her lips, urging us on as Molly and I fucked passionately in our family cemetery, our clothes strewn about as Mom and I had comforted Molly in the sweet comfort of a beautiful fall day. 

Between kisses, Mom busied herself biting and sucking on Molly's swollen nipples, tugging on the hard rubbery tips with her teeth until Molly was sobbing with pleasure. In between endearments to Mom and me, Molly called out to Aunt Deb, letting our pleasuring of her aid her in releasing all the pent up pain and sadness that another year without her beloved wife had built up within her heart.

Despite the mildness of the day, our exertions made us slick with sweat, allowing our joined bodies to meld as one, both slick and adhesive at the same time, adding to our joined pleasure as I thrust again and again into the passionate furnace that was Molly's aroused pussy. Finally, the need to cum overwhelmed me and under Mom's proud and pleased stare, I thrust deep into Molly's womb and flooded her with my hot semen.

My orgasm triggered a fresh renewal of Molly's and she screamed out "DEB, I LOVE YOU!" in a voice filled with ecstasy and love and I fed her clasping pussy spurt after spurt of fresh sperm. Finally, I withdrew from her and collapsed beside her with only enough energy to kiss her while Mom seized her moment as she always did and perpetuated our pleasure by going down on us both, alternating between licking my still mostly erect penis clean and slurping up my semen from Molly's well fucked cunt.

We didn't neglect Mom either, urging her with our hands to straddle our faces, with her knees spread wide while we took turns licking, nibbling and sucking her dripping wet pussy, still tasting of my seed from earlier in the day. We didn't stop until Mom had baptized us both with her own juices, flooding our faces after Molly expertly speared Mom's asshole with a probing index finger while we teased and sucked her elongated and very much aroused clitoris.

Afterwards, we luxuriated in the warm rays of the afternoon sun, sharing the picnic lunch Mom had fixed and sharing favorite reminiscences about Aunt Deb before making our way back to the house before the kids returned home. As Mom folded up the blanket, Molly knelt one last time and kissing her palm, placed it against her lover's stone. We walked hand in hand back down the side of the hill, enjoying the sounds of birds in the trees and the glorious and colorful riot of fall leaves and feeling the spirit of Deb walking along with us.

#

After Aunt Deb's passing, Mom and I implored Molly to move in with us, but she declined, not wanting to leave the home where she and Deb had lived for so long, raising Tommy and being a family. Of course, we all traveled back and forth so that scarcely a month passed that we weren't with each other, just as it had been before Deb had fallen ill.

But almost two years after Deb's death, Molly and Tommy had shown up at our door, car packed full and towing a trailer and tearfully asked if they could move in. Even before we lost Aunt Deb, her lovely little Gulf town had begun to change. Big business had been slowly taking over properties and turning that sweet little town into just another bland tourist resort, replete with high rise hotels and condominiums and vacation rentals, accompanied by fast food places and tourist trap attractions.

Molly had come to realize that their home was no longer the home of her memories and each passing day, the region became more and more touristy and worse, more conservative sexually than she or Deb could ever have imagined.

Mom and I and Polly were of course thrilled to have Molly and Tommy with us permanently. We were family...closer than most and if Molly wasn't related to us by blood, she was by love. Polly and Tommy would get to grow up together and were already best friends no longer separated by long miles.

With the renovations we had carried out over the years, we had four bedrooms and an additional bathroom so everything just fell into place. After lengthy discussions between the three adults, we decided to cut a door between Molly's bedroom and ours with Molly afforded all the privacy she wanted and an eternal invitation to join Mom and me in bed whenever she desired. 

We were all three at ease with each other sexually and in all the years since, there has never been jealousy or conflict over whom is sleeping with whom. And yes, we have remained very sexually active, despite the presence of two kids in the house. Sometimes we had to be creative to have our intimate moments, but it all works out. I am the luckiest man in the world to have two women in my life and I endure cracks around town and in church about "John and his two wives," with a grin and a shrug. The truth is, Molly is as intimate with Mom as she is with me, maybe more. Even though Mom and Aunt Deb were physically very different, Molly claims that they both share the same spirit and passion

Polly and Tommy were both at ease with so many parental figures. I was the lucky one. I was Daddy to both. Mom was Mom and Mama Carrie and Molly was Mom and Mama Molly. It got confusing sometimes and the kids would often just call both Mom, but it didn't matter, all we adults were their parents and loved them equally and without reservation.

Of course, eventually we had to sit them down and have the talk...not the "birds and the bees" but to explain the truth of our relationships. They were quite aware from a young age that we were not the normal family group, but accepted it all as quite normal. But as they reached puberty, their questions began and we all had to set down and explain the circumstances. Not too long after Polly turned twelve, we gathered our courage together and had the talk. We were not ashamed of it, but admit it was a very awkward thing to explain to your kids..

Polly and Tommy sat and listened attentively as Mom and I explained everything, with Molly chiming in occasionally. I expected them to be a little more wide-eyed and shocked at the revelation that we were mother and son before becoming husband and wife, but perhaps they had figured it out over the years (after all, I still called Mom "Mom" most of the time). I could see Tommy working it all out in his head while Polly was stone still as she took it all in.

When we finished, I took a deep breath and asked, "So, any questions or comments?"

Tommy kept glancing at his sister and finally, trying to keep a grin off his face said, "So, Dad, doesn't that make Polly your sister?" He had that look of a brother that loved tormenting his sister almost as much as he actually loved her.

Polly glanced over at him, brushing her long blonde hair back over her ear and said in a deadly voice, "Shut up, you doofus. That makes him your cousin too." That only cracked him up more and he began to giggle. To this day, when he's feeling feisty, he likes to refer to me as "Cuz."

Polly listened for a minute more and then politely asked if there were any more new revelations and when we told her no, she excused herself and fled to her room. Molly followed her up in a bit and talked to her, later reassuring us that she was fine with all this. "It just may take her a bit to process it all -- to get it to make sense." Still, I was worried, though Mom kept telling me not to worry.

In any case, Polly basically stayed in her room for the next week or so, avoiding me like the plague and talking to Mom and Molly only when she couldn't avoid doing otherwise. Tommy seemed to go about his business as usual, more concerned with the Cincinnati Reds terrible season than the fact that his father was a professed motherfucker.

A week or so later, on a Saturday evening, Mom and I were cuddled up on the couch, doing a little necking while listening to music. Molly and Tommy had driven up to Lexington to do some shopping when suddenly Polly appeared in front of her mother and me. For a minute or so, she just stared at us, waiting for us to stop kissing and sort of untwine ourselves from each other. When we were slow in doing so, she gave a huffy little sigh and actually started tapping her foot on the floorboards.

Finally, she had our full attention and she said matter of factly, "So, this incest thing...when I turn eighteen, do you guys expect me to do it with Daddy?"

I'm pretty sure my jaw hit the ground, so flabbergasted was I at the question. Yes, I've been around incest most of my life, but I can honestly say, I'd never thought of such a thing with my daughter.

Mom responded immediately, "No, sweetie. We've never even considered it." She reached out and took my hand. "Like we told you, yes, we're mother and son, but we fell in love with each other as adults. Someday, you'll fall in love and understand what that really means...and that's who you'll want to do it with."

Polly studied us both and slowly nodded and replied, "Good." She turned to leave, but looked at us over her shoulder and said, "I do love you guys," and then headed back up to her bedroom.

Mom and I looked at each other for a long minute or two and then she began laughing, saying, "Oh baby, if you could have seen your face! I think that was the last thing you ever expected your daughter to say." Then she was climbing into my lap and kissing me, her tongue swiping across my lips before she whispered, "Well, I guess I better protect my interests in case she ever changes her mind." Mom pressed her lips against mine, my tongue slipping out to greet hers and as we kissed and continued to make out, making me forget all about that moment and reminding me once more as to why I loved Mom so much.

After that, things went pretty much back to normal -- Polly and I had our regular relationship back and I was thrilled, even though there was a little more...distance, I guess I would call it between us. Molly would tell me that it was normal. That almost all fathers and daughters have it as both become aware of the other as a sexual being.

We thought that would be the end of it and for a long time it was. Three years later, one warm summer evening around sunset, Mom and I were strolling back to the house, having taking a walk up to our special glade where we'd made love. Our hair was still sweat drenched and our bodies were still flushed with exuberant exertion and we were grinning as only two people who love each other and have just made passionate love can do. Mom's blouse was still partly undone and her meaty breasts were more than a little visible.

We climbed the steps to the front porch to find Polly sitting on a deck chair, her legs propped up on the railing. At age fifteen, her awkward stage had evolved into a coltish gracefulness and even a father couldn't ignore the fact that she was rapidly becoming a gorgeous woman, developing a figure that Mom suspected would surpass her own -- a figure clearly evident in jean cutoffs and a halter top that looked to be made from a man's red handkerchief.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 10



"Hi honey," I said as we reached the porch, my arm around Mom's shoulder and her arm around my waist.

Polly gave us a small smile and replied, "Do you guys have any idea how loud you are? I mean, it sounded like a couple of jungle animals echoing through the trees.

Mom and I both laughed and I just shrugged while Mom said, "You're just complaining now? It's not like you haven't heard us making love all your life."

It was Polly's turn to laugh and she shrugged her shoulders, doing it just like her father does. We started to walk away, but Polly looked up at us, her face going to from amused to serious in the blink of an eye. "So, this incest thing...when I turn eighteen, if I want to do it with Daddy, can I?"

Again I was flabbergasted and struck completely dumb. Not only by the question, but by how she did it -- as if we had just simply picked up the conversation from where we left it three years ago. I think it even surprised Mom as I heard her gasp and her hand around my waist clenched me to her a little tighter.

A minute passed by as Mom and I looked down at our lovely daughter and she stared back at us, waiting for an answer. I opened my mouth, but didn't have a clue as to what to say. Again, Mom came to the rescue, her voice low and husky as she said, "Polly, come ask your daddy and me again when you are eighteen."

Our daughter came smoothly to her feet, standing in front of us and suddenly I was very aware of her as a young woman...a beautiful, young woman...aware of her physically, standing almost close enough to touch. She looked at us both, still so serious and slowly nodded. "Okay," she replied and then she gave us both a kiss on the cheek and retreated inside, pausing only to look over her shoulder and saying, "I love you, Mom and Dad."

I looked at Mom and said in a hoarse voice, "I think I need to sit down, Mom." I collapsed into the chair that Polly had just vacated, Mom following me down to curl up in my lap.

Mom ran her arms around me and leaned her head forward till our foreheads touched and we were literally eye to eye. "Bet you didn't see that one coming, son?" Mom asked me, both amusement and surprise in her voice.

"Not a fucking clue, Mom. Did you?"

Mom giggled and said, "Noooo, but, let's face it. Incest is in our blood." Mom kissed me then, hard and passionately, our tongues dancing the carnal dance that never grows old. When we both finally came up for air, she asked me, "Would you be interested -- could you love our daughter that way?"

I felt the blood pulse through my head and I said, "Oh god...I've never even entertained the idea. I love you, Mom. I don't think I could..."

I didn't finish as Mom wiggled sinfully in my lap and grinning replied, "Liar. You got hard the moment she asked us the question. She ground herself against me again. "Pretty quick recovery time there, John. Mmmm, maybe Momma found herself something better than one of those new blue pills!" 

Mom moved to straddle me in the chair, raising herself up on her knees while her hands were busy undoing the buttons on my jeans. She freed my already stiff as a board cock, still slick with her saliva and traces of her juices. "I think I'm going to like you entertaining the notion of our little girl joining us in a few more years. Molly and I are going to get a lot of benefits from this!"

My mother lifted her skirt and my suddenly very hard and throbbing cock brushed between her thighs, the tip of my cock dragging along her wet and parted pussy lips. I gasped at the sensation of her hot, wet labia and said, "Mom, you're terrible."

Mom grinned at me lewdly, rolling her hips just so and then I was inside her and she was sinking down my long, thick shaft. "No, I'm not, I'm just a very naughty mother," she hissed as she ground herself against me. "Your mother, John. Now fuck me, sweetheart, give me that good cock."

A long, loud moan escaped Mom's lips as she took all of me in, her cunt still sensitive from our afternoon lovemaking back up the hill. I felt the warmth of her pussy, still thick with my semen from earlier, wrapping itself around my shaft, massaging my cock as she rolled her hips around. She pressed her lips against mine and then our tongues danced together, their movements keeping time with the sweet dance Mom was doing on my lap. My hands slipped into her mostly open blouse to cup and fondle her heavy, sagging breasts, my thumbs tweaking her blood engorged nipples.

Mom ended the kiss as her orgasm primed pussy began to contract around my cock -- her juices bathing my erection with their sweet, searing heat. She began riding me hard, her chin resting on mine, my face pressed against her breasts -- a swollen nipple between my teeth, making her cry out as I gently bit down, adding to her orgasmic pleasure. 

We rocked together for a long time, Mom's orgasm taking her higher and higher as her cries grew shriller and shriller. She began to flex and roll her hips, trying to sustain her orgasm or bring on a newer and stronger one, all the time sobbing, "Cum in me, son. Cum in me! Cum, cum, cummmm in Momma's pussy!" 

I could feel her pulse quicken as her nipple throbbed between my lips and I surrendered myself to the sweet, incestuous passions of the moment and thrust upwards, pressing deep into my mother's heavenly womb and groaned loudly as I began to cum, filling up Mom's pussy with hot semen.

Mom stiffened in my lap, letting her weight take her down to be even more deeply impaled on my throbbing, ejaculating cock, voicing wordless sobs and moans as her hands scrabbled against my back, fingernails clawing at the fabric of my shirt. 

We sat there for a long time, basking in the wondrous afterglow of glorious sex, hearing Polly inside, banging around the kitchen and coming to the screen door once and asking, "I'm making popcorn. Do y'all want some?" and making it obvious that she was staying indoors so long as we were still locked together in various states of undress.

Eventually, we did join her inside and watched a movie. I felt a bit tense, but both Mom and Polly went on as if the earlier conversation hadn't taken place. Later that evening, Mom shared the moment with Molly who laughed uproariously and teased me about the Hamilton women fucking me right into a rest home before they were through and echoing Mom's earlier words. "Sugar, I swear, incest comes right naturally to your family."

I got some measure of satisfaction by replying, "Sweetheart, you better think about what you're saying. Remember, Tommy is a Hamilton too."

That stopped Molly's laughter and her eyes grew wide and then thoughtful. Personally, I don't think it was a coincidence that over the next few months, the sex life that the three of us shared was a little more active and intense than was even usual for us. Fantasies and possibilities kept my cock hard and Mom's and Molly's pussies wet constantly.

The next few years passed quickly...too quickly as we watched Tommy and Polly race through high school. Sometimes it was almost impossible to believe that the children that I'd once bounced on my knee and taught baseball and made them wide-eyed with wonder at my stories of Santa Claus and Peter Rabbit and Johnny Appleseed were suddenly grown up, practically adults. 

Looking at Tommy was like looking into a mirror of my younger self with a little of Grandpa Tommy thrown in. Like me, he was a compact, muscular young man who loved sports and had an almost obsessive work ethic. Despite our remote location, from the time he was in his early teens, he'd found jobs. Once he had his license, he talked me into co-signing on an old beat up truck and he went into the lawn care business and I was both amazed and a bit awed at his determination to be successful. As the end of high school approached, he very carefully prepared to go to college and major in agriculture at a local college. He had several girlfriends during high school, but none serious and none willing to put up with being second best to his work. Mom sometimes worried if perhaps Tommy might have inherited some of my father's traits, but for reasons I can't really mention here, I wasn't in the least worried.

Polly had grown up inheriting her mother's beauty and figure. A buxom blonde with her Aunt Deb's height, she had a mind like a steel trap, and graduated as Valedictorian. She had her share of boyfriends in high school and I had a good time playing the scowling, grumpy father with each and every one of them. Polly won a scholarship to my old school in Chicago that has an excellent law program and Mom and I were both proud as could be, yet heartsick that our little girl was all grown up and ready to leave the nest.

Eighteen came and went and emotionally, Mom and I held our breath, wondering when and if our daughter would come to us and ask THE QUESTION again. We also wondered what our answer would be -- trusting our hearts to make the right decision, but when we left Polly at her dorm in her university, the question had never been asked. Mom and I were fine with that. Whatever was to happen had to be hers to begin.

Time marches on and I have to say we were and are still very happy together. Molly, Mom and I have this three way love that we're very happy with -- not quite a marriage with Molly, but the next closest thing. It has been odd having the children out on their own and the house so empty in some ways. On the positive side, having the house to ourselves most of the time has made us more intimate -- both physically, emotionally and spiritually, especially Mom and I. 

At the time I end this part of our story, we'd just celebrated our twentieth anniversary. Mom, in her early sixties, still looked as beautiful as she did that first Christmas, when we were first abandoned conventional morality and became soul-mates and with each passing year, we grow closer in love and lust with each other.

Perhaps I will come to share more of our lives. A few meager chapters of our life cannot begin to tell the story that is the love that this mother and son share. And take comfort in that ours is not the only story -- it is only that perhaps it is not my place to tell it.



Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 11



Chapter 11 -- The Next Generation

After a long interim, I have returned to my most popular series. If you're not familiar with the Mother & Son: A Love Story series, you should read 1. Christmas with Mom, 2. New Year's Eve with Mom and the entire Mother & Son: A Love Story set...all amongst what most readers consider my best work. I look forward to hearing your comments and thoughts about this story which I hope to continue with others.

As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters within being fictitious as well. Enjoy! 

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It didn't take the sidelong glances and surreptitious stares of the other diners in the restaurant to cue me in that I was sharing a table with the sexiest and loveliest woman in the establishment. The fact that I had known the woman all my life didn't inure me of the fact either nor did the fact that the woman was my mother deter me from possessing such lustful desires for her. The truth is, I have always loved my mother more than anyone else and especially since puberty clued me in that love has many facets. I didn't only love Mom, I was in love with Mom.

Mom radiated such intense sexuality, it was a wonder that anyone could gaze at her long without going blind. Thankfully, instead of striking me sightless, her sheer carnality just fueled my longing for her. My heart beat wildly as I watched her sitting across from me, toying with her pasta, her brilliant green eyes seeming to peer into my soul as she coyly smiled at me.

For our evening out, Mom had chosen a strapless black dress with a plunging neckline that exposed much of her heavy, but still firm breasts and put her lovely shoulders on display. After years of wearing her black hair long, Mom had recently cut it much shorter, reminding me of that actress in "Ghost" from years ago. Out of sight underneath the table, but nevertheless on my mind was the short hem of her dress -- when standing, it ended at mid thigh showing off her lovely legs -- her outfit made complete by the three inch stilettos on her dainty feet. Mom was a voluptuous package in a skimpy dress and it thrilled me that she had chosen it for tonight...an intimate dinner with her son.

Mom smiled at me and then said softly in her lilting Tennessee accent, "You're awfully quiet tonight, sugar. Penny for your thoughts?"

I shrugged my shoulders -- an expression I had often been informed was exactly like my dad's and replied, "Just amazed that I'm the one sitting here with such a beautiful woman, Mom." I paused and said, "I can't begin to imagine how I got so lucky."

Mom blushed a little and said, "Well, thank you, Tommy...you're a silver tongued devil just like your daddy." It was hard to tell in the dim light of the Italian restaurant, but it seemed liked the blush was spreading down to her neck and exposed upper chest. There was a little wobble in her breasts as she seemed to breathe a little faster. "You know, son...you could call me Molly now. You're eighteen...we're both grown-ups." Mom gave me a speculative look as she said the last few words."

I nodded and said, "Molly...I guess I could get used to that, but...even when I call you that, in my heart, I would always mean Mom. Whatever else may be...you'll always be Mom to me."

That seemed to please my mother and she nodded. "I know...you have my blessing to call me Molly whenever you want, but I like hearing you call me Mom. I'll be honest, sugar -- I like the way you say it...I always have." She reached out and took my hand and squeezed it gently. "Speaking of whatever else may be...I reckon there's a few things we really need to talk about, isn't there?"

"Yes," I replied in almost a whisper -- my mouth suddenly dry and my heart beating even faster.

Mom smiled at me and said, "Well, you're eighteen now...you're no fool. You know how things are with me and your Dad and Mom-Carrie. How they were with Mom-Deb and Mom-Carrie and your Dad and me. We've talked many times over the years about what might happen when you became a man. You've never asked about the possibilities, but I know you have feelings for me...feelings beyond what's traditional between a mother and son."

My mother's face was definitely on fire now...for such a sexual woman, I was almost amazed that Mom seemed to be embarrassed. She plunged on, her fingers wrapped so tightly around mine that it was almost painful. "When...when you asked me out to dinner...asked me to go on a date with you, I knew that finally the time had come. You're eighteen, Tommy. You're a man now. You and I can finally talk about it."

I had a funny grin on my face and in a raspy voice said, "Talk about what, Mom?"

Mom barked a short laugh and said, "Don't you dare play coy with me, Matthew Thomas Hamilton. We're going to talk about us becoming lovers!" Mom's eyes were almost alit with green fire...denoting the carnal passion that I had only seen her have for Dad and Mom-Carrie and in my distant memory, Mom-Deb.

I shook my head slowly and said, "No, Mom...I didn't ask you here to talk about becoming lovers."

Mom's eyes went wide and she gasped. I felt her fingers loosen around mine and she began to sit back in her chair, but I tightened my grip on her hand even as she replied in a very quiet and shocked voice, "You...Tommy, you don't want to be my lover?"

Never letting go of her hand, I slipped out of my chair and moved to her side, dropping to one knee as I did so. With my free hand, I reached into my jacket pocket and removed a small box, flicking it open as I raised it and replied, "I don't want to just be your lover, Mom, I want to marry you."

I kissed Mom's hand and extended the engagement ring in the box. "Mom...Molly Cash Hamilton, will you please marry me?"

Mom was speechless, one hand clapped against her mouth, eyes wide open in stunned amazement. I let her hand slip free so that I could pluck the ring out of its container...the square cut diamond sparkling magically off the flickering light of the candle on our table. I took Mom's left hand and placed the ring at the tip of her ring finger and looked back up at my mother. "Marry me, Mom. Be my wife and make me your husband...lovers and husband and wife forever."

Tears were running down Mom's face and for a moment I thought she would refuse, but then she nodded furiously and replied, "Oh yes, sugar! I love you so much, son! Yes, Tommy, I'll marry you!"

As I slid the ring onto Mom's finger, applause spread from throughout the room -- some of the closest diners applauding with somewhat confused expressions over the mix of the words 'Mom' and 'son' amidst my proposal and Mom's acceptance. I really didn't care and paid little attention to the world around me as I rose back up and Mom stood up and flung herself against me, her arms flying around my neck as she almost climbed up my taller form and pressed her body against mine even as she pressed her lips against mine.

I was in heaven as for the first time in our lives, my mother kissed me as a man and not a child, her lips open as her tongue slipped into my mouth and sought out my own tongue! Mom tasted delicious, her mouth wet and electric as we kissed as only two people in love could kiss. The loving French kiss seemed to last forever and I felt dizzy and breathless when it ended and Mom whispered, "I can't believe you proposed to me, sugar!" She giggled and added, "And on our first date!"

I hugged Mom's body tight against my own, relishing the feel of her large breasts against my chest...even through her dress and my shirt and jacket, I could feel the aroused beating of her heart. "I want you, Mom...I want to love you and be with you forever and I don't want to waste a moment!"

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Okay, I am sure that many of you reading this are rolling your eyes and thinking that this is just another "Wham-Bam, Hey Mom wanna fuck? Sure do, Son, fuck me blind," story and I suppose in a sense it is, but the truth is that there was always a sense of inevitability that Mom and I would become lovers. If you know the story of my Dad and his mother and my mom and the whole Hamilton clan, well...you know I can honestly make the claim that incest is in my blood and that incest was always my destiny.

Call me Tommy...it is the name I prefer...my great grandfather's name...or my grandfather's name depending on your point of view. I am the son of Molly, Deb and John Hamilton. Molly was my birth mother and for about eight glorious years was married to my Mom-Deb before she passed away. John was Deb's niece and Mom's lover going back to college. Well, Dad was Mom-Deb's lover too and Dad is married to Carrie Hamilton, his wife and mother. Yeah, it gets complicated. To add to the confusion, Dad and Mom-Carrie also have a daughter...my half-sister, Polly.

Before we go any further, let's just drag out the controversial word...INCEST! You could say my family are experts in incest. Mom-Carrie says it just comes naturally to us -- that it's in our blood. See, Great-grandpa Tom and his mother, Polly were lovers. Mom-Deb and Mom-Carrie were lovers with Great-grandpa Tom and with each other when they were teenagers. Dad and Mom-Carrie resumed the family tradition when Dad was in college which was how Mom-Carrie and Mom-Molly met and became lovers and then through Dad and Mom-Carrie, Mom-Molly met Mom-Deb and they fell in love and got married. Mom-Carrie married her son, John (my Dad), a few months later. Within the year, I was born -- the son of Dad and Mom-Molly and Dad and his mom had a daughter, Polly, my half sister. 

All my Moms and Dad set Polly and me down when we were twelve and explained our family...history and tendencies to us. It kinda amused me and I think it freaked Polly out a little until Dad and Mom-Carrie assured her that she wasn't obligated to carry on the family tradition. As for me, I wasn't freaked out one bit...it just sort of reaffirmed my feelings and desires. I knew even then as I dealt with the onslaught of puberty that I didn't just love my mother, I was in LOVE with her.

Maybe it was the fact that losing Mom-Deb when I was eight had driven us closer together...maybe it was my Hamilton blood rising to the surface, but even at twelve, I was already attracted to my mother and already wondered when I would be able to take my place alongside the adults in their lovemaking. Now, to be honest, neither Mom or Mom-Carrie or Dad ever even suggested such a thing...in fact they never brought it up. Nevertheless, I was thinking about it constantly and inadvertently or not, my parents (all three of them) helped fuel my fantasies and desires.

I do want to be clear. Mom and Dad and Mom-Carrie weren't intentionally screwing in front of me and my sister, but they were passionate, lustful people and throughout my childhood, there were accidents of walking in on two or more of them. I think I've lost count of the number of times I've strolled unexpectedly into the kitchen or pantry to find my mother going down on Mom-Carrie or vice-versa or Mom or Mom-Carrie sucking Dad's cock. 

I don't know how many times I've walked into Mom's bedroom or Dad and Mom-Carrie's bedroom to discover two or more of them having sex. I remember once walking in and seeing Dad slipping it to Mom from behind while she licked Mom-Carrie's pussy. Once I walked in to see Mom-Carrie riding Dad's cock while Mom rode his face -- she and Mom-Carrie kissing each other and playing with each other's huge tits. Most nights growing up, I fell asleep to the sounds of orgasm coming from their rooms...it was a lullaby putting me to sleep. Their moans and cries were as comforting to me as the sound of rain gently falling on the roof.

It was amidst all that that I knew that I wanted to...no, that I was destined to become Mom's lover...no, I wanted to be her husband and lover. I would defy any red-blooded male who has a mother as sexy and beautiful as mine to feel differently. Mom as she entered her forties was drop dead gorgeous. Mom stands five-foot, two inches with a voluptuous figure: 38D-27-38 and legs to die for. She has green eyes and black hair with thin streaks of grey that arrived during the time Mom-Deb was sick, but which have never increased. She radiates sexuality and I've seen her turn the volume up on it and rendered both men and women speechless and near befuddled. When she smiles at you...I mean really smiles at you, your knees go weak and your cock gets instantly hard.

Mom and Mom-Carrie, besides looking like daughter and mother, both share a passion for sexy...sometimes sluttish looking clothes...neither being modest or ashamed to show off their good looks and luscious bodies! Trust me, growing up in our remote home in Eastern Kentucky was better than living in a penthouse with a dozen Victoria's Secret Angels!

Now, there is no doubt that I was sexually attracted to my mom, but it went deeper than that, even though I barely have the words to describe it. Mom and I were close emotionally...she was my best friend and closest confidant. It often seemed like I could read her moods...her mind almost and she mine, although if she noticed how much I lusted for her, she never let on until our dinner date a week after I turned eighteen. I loved Dad and Mom-Carrie, but Mom was my favorite person to spend time with and I think -- outside of the carnal world, I was her favorite person as well.

Now, I would have declared my love and lust for Mom when I was fifteen...hell, I was ready to propose at fifteen, but my sister Polly counseled me to wait. She had been going through her own struggles dealing with our family nature...both fearing and curious about engaging our parents sexually, but Dad and Mom-Carrie had already informed her that that was something they would only discuss with her when she was eighteen.

"You might as well wait, Tommy," Polly informed me late one night when we'd sneaked out onto the roof between our rooms with a couple of pilfered beers from Dad's supply. "I guess they think they're looking out for us...want us a little more mature before we decide."

I pouted and replied, "I don't see why. I know what I want and three more years won't make a difference."

Polly shrugged and looked down at her feet, her face in shadow beneath her long, blonde tresses. "I don't know either, but it's important to them." She lifted her head, her eyes glittering in the light of the full moon. "They do love us though and want what's best for us."

It's sort of funny to think about it, but even though we were two teenagers with hormones aplenty between us, we didn't fool around with each other. Polly walked her own way and I knew that she was interested in Dad, but unsure if she could or would ever act on it. Polly was a deep thinker...that was the biggest difference between us. My sister liked to examine every possible decision from every possible angle before she committed to anything. Me...I was always the plunger -- jumping in without a second thought. Patience wasn't my best virtue.

Waiting to turn eighteen was to say the least, frustrating, especially when you consider that in addition to Dad and myself, I lived with two very sexual women and a lovely teenaged girl. Mom and Mom-Carrie were as I said, like nearly identical mother and daughter -- both with lovely meaty breasts, voluptuous bodies and great legs. Both exuded raw sex and I think I spent most of my pubescent years with a constant erection. When you add in the sexual nature of my parents and the little accidents and the every night sounds of orgasmic passion echoing everywhere -- I was either erect, masturbating or recovering from my own climax constantly.

I would have probably gone insane if I hadn't found a diversion in work. I was about thirteen when I discovered that I enjoyed and had a talent for yard work...something that expanded from mowing yards to actual landscaping by the time I was sixteen. I worked as much as I could -- sparing time only for sleep, school, homework and baseball. I worked so much that Mom-Carrie worried that I had inherited traits from Dad's late father who had helped push Mom-Carrie into her son's arms with his neglect of her needs in his own single-minded pursuit of work and his hunting and fishing.

I think Dad was a bit worried too, at least until one day when we were coming back from a major league game in Cincinnati when I was sixteen and he decided we had to have a heart to heart talk. "Tommy, your Moms and I are worried that you're working too much," he said after our post game dissection of the Reds' shitty performance had faded away.

"Why, Dad?" I replied. "I keep my grades up and I do my chores at home."

"Yeah," Dad said, nodding his head. "I...we have no complaints there, but son...we worry about you not...well, not getting out and having fun. You don't hang out much with the guys and you hardly ever date." He paused and added, "You don't even spend any of the money you earn. You do know you can cut loose once in a while?"

I shrugged and said, "I'm saving my money for something special, Dad."

My father looked at me curiously and replied, "Like what?"

I wasn't ready to tell him and instead tried to change the subject. "Dad, do you think Mom will ever marry again?"

Dad looked pole-axed and was quiet for a few minutes before he said, "I don't know, Tommy. Molly...your mother still feels married to your Mom-Deb." He waited a few more minutes before he added, "I asked her to join me and uh, Mom-Carrie...to at least take a vow of marriage. In some ways, we are married already, I guess." He actually seemed a bit embarrassed to discuss it. "But, she said no...that things are fine the way they are."

I plunged deeper, asking questions for the first time since my parents had revealed to me and Polly the true nature of everyone's relationship. "Did...do you ever regret marrying your mother, Dad?"

My father grunted and then laughed before his face became very serious and he replied, "Becoming Mom's lover and marrying her and making her my wife have been the greatest things I've done with the exception of being yours and Polly's father." When I didn't say anything, he realized that he hadn't quite answered my question. "No, son...no regrets about marrying my mother at all...she is simply the great love of my life."

I nodded and said, "I know how you and Mom-Carrie and Mom are, but do you think there might ever be another woman or...." My voice cracked a little as I finished, "Another man in Mom's life?"

Dad looked at me a second and then he smiled as his eyes seemed to express a recognition of a kindred spirit before he said, "I don't know, son...I reckon it would have to be a special woman or a very special young man." He grinned at me and then reached out and squeezed my shoulder.

Nothing else was said for a while. We rode silently down the interstate and once past Lexington, had turned off onto the winding roads that an hour away would see us home. "Dad," I finally said. "Do you know what kind of diamonds Mom likes? You know, like for a ring."

Dad looked at me, surprised again by one of my questions. "Um...I believe she likes what's called a 'princess' cut. Why? You planning to buy your Mom a ring?"

I smiled slyly at Dad and said, "Someday...maybe." I suddenly realized that it was I that was blushing. "Don't tell Mom, please? I want it to be a surprise."

"I won't save a word, Tommy...I promise," replied my father. He then added, "You know, those can get quite expensive...if you need a little money...."

I shook my head and said, "No...I'm good, Dad. I've been saving my money for years."

Dad looked at me with a look of pride and astonishment before he began to laugh. I laughed along with him and never felt closer to him. If ever there was moment where we knew we were so alike, it was then.

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Mom couldn't take her eyes off her ring all the long drive home, admiring the way it glittered in the greenish light of the dashboard. She was curled up beside me on the bench seat of her old station wagon, her right hand resting lightly on my upper leg, distractingly close to the bulge that seemed ever present in my pants. 




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 11



"Tommy, darling...I can't get over this," Mom said softly. She looked up at me in the dim light of the car and as her fingers squeezed my leg, continued with, "I knew that there was something between us and I thought you might want to be your momma's lover, but...Lord, sugar, I never expected this! How long have you been planning this?"

I shrugged and replied, "Sometimes, it seems all my life, Mom, I've always loved you and it seems like forever that I've been in love with you."

Mom nodded and grew silent for the rest of the trip, resting her head on my shoulder as I drove, still looking at her ring on her left hand while her right hand gently caressed my leg.

Once home, I got out and opened the door for Mom. In the light of a full moon, I got a heart-stopping glance at Mom's upper thighs as she swung her legs out of the car, offering a teasing glimpse at her black panties. Aside from the porch light, the house was dark and quiet, although the quiet was pierced once by a loud moan through an open upper window. I smiled as I helped Mom out of the car, knowing that Dad was pleasuring his mother, my Mom-Carrie.

Mom came right into my arms and as I closed the car door, maneuvered me back against it, laughing lightly as she said, "Kiss me, Tommy! Kiss your mother here under this beautiful lovers' moon!" I bent down a little even as she seemed to again crawl up my body, her leg wrapped around mine as her breasts slid upward against my shirt. Her lips tasted sweet against mine even as her tongue tasted of wicked promises yet to come, wet and firm as it curled and slid around my tongue.

We held each other tight and I took the liberty for the first time in my life to let my hands roam over her body, sliding over the slinky material of her little black dress to cup her toned butt cheeks, rubbing and spreading them slightly, gathering up the hem of her dress until her ass was exposed and I could touch her bare skin left bare by her g-string panties. As I caressed her butt, Mom purred approvingly into my mouth.

Her hands left my neck to rub my shoulders and then my upper arms, again purring her appreciation at my biceps, well defined by years of hard work. Then Mom was groping my buttocks, giggling as her tongue explored my mouth and then it was my turn to gasp as for the first time, Mom touched my privates, her hand palming the bulge in my slacks, trying to assess its length and girth. Mom broke the kiss for a moment as she murmured, "Oh my, sugar, oh my!"

Then we were kissing again. Somehow, one of my hands found it's way to her barely covered breast and with little effort, I freed it without even thinking, cupping Mom's meaty and still firm breast in my hand as my thumb flicked over her dime sized and elongated nipple, feeling rubbery and hard in her arousal.

We continued to kiss and although I don't really remember the journey, somehow we managed to walk from the car, up the steps and onto the front porch, finally reaching an old porch sofa. Mom was curled up against me, half in my lap as we continued to kiss and touch each other. We seemed to be lost in each other as our tongues danced merrily and our fingers slowly, almost cautiously explored each others body.

I confess not a lot of experience...oh, I had dated several girls in high school and had my share of make-out sessions, but this was much more intense...much more personal and most of all, felt utterly proper and correct. I've liked a lot of girls, but this was the girl...the woman I LOVED! I already knew in my heart that I would never tire of kissing and touching my mother even if we both lived forever.

My hand slid up her upper thigh, sliding down and suddenly I realized that one of us had already removed her panties as my fingers brushed soft, curly hair and then wetness...a lot of wetness. I ran my middle finger along Mom's flowered slit, marveling at how hot and slippery she was. Mom broke the kiss and her hand left my cloth covered cock to intercept my exploring hand as she exclaimed, "Whoa now, sugar! My Lord, Tommy, but you can sweep a girl off her feet."

I laughed and nuzzled Mom's face with my own, stealing a quick kiss before I replied, "Am I moving too fast for you, Mom?"

Mom took a deep breath and shook her head before saying, "I'm not sure. When we left the house this evening, we were just a regular mother and son...now, we're engaged and kissing like soon to be lovers and my son just touched my wet puss for the first time!" She giggled and said, "I always thought I was the fast one, but...son, you have your mother's head just a spinning!"

I leaned in and kissed Mom again, her tongue playfully rolling over mine. I couldn't get over how sweet she seemed to taste. "I'm not sure we've ever been a regular mother and son...not in this family and I've had not so normal feelings for you, Mom, for longer than you might think."

"Yeah, I reckon we are the poster family for incest, aren't we?" Mom said. She pressed her body against mine, her fingers rolling up and down the now aching lump of cock in my slacks. "So, tell me, Tommy, just when did you fall in love with your mother?"

I gave out a long sigh and said, "Wow...I'm not sure, Mom." I considered for a moment and then said, "I was twelve-maybe thirteen and one day you and Mom-Carrie got caught out in the garden by a rainstorm. I watched you two come running up to the house from my bedroom window. I fetched some towels and came down here to the porch and you and Mom-Carrie were soaked to the skin and laughing and I remember you were wearing a red handkerchief top and jean shorts and your hair was plastered to your head and your top was like a second skin around your breasts and you were chilled and your nipples were hard..."

Mom's face seemed to flush under the dim porch light. "Yeah?"

"You and Mom-Carrie were giggling and kissing and in each other's arms and I think you'd just kissed each other when I stepped out on the porch and, Mom, you looked at me and smiled at me with such an expression of love that it almost knocked me down. I remember...I remember that it was one of the first times I ever had a erection."

"And that's when you fell in love with me, son?" Mom asked.

I nodded and replied, "I think so...at least in part." I paused and licked my lips and looked down into Mom's face, her eyes wide with interest and glowing with her love. "It was maybe a few months later and Coach Parker had dropped me off earlier than expected cause our practice got canceled and I walked into the house and you and Dad were on the sofa and you were...um, naked and on top of Dad, facing me." I paused for a moment, recalling with perfect clarity, Mom riding Dad's cock, her body shiny with sweat, breasts bouncing as she slid up and down his erection, her eyes glazed with lust and pleasure.

I pulled Mom a little closer and continued, "You never stopped fucking Dad, even when you realized that I was in the room, but you gave me that same loving smile and it was like you were happy to see me...happy to see me seeing you like that and you managed to gasp, "I love you, Tommy!" and again, you just about knocked me down, Mom with everything that was just you..."

Mom reached up and kissed me long and hard, her tongue almost supernatural in its ability to arouse me as it whirled about in my mouth. "And then, sugar?"

I felt myself blushing. "I said 'I love you, too' and beat a retreat to my room and I...for the first time I masturbated and shot my first load of spunk...dreaming that it was me, not Dad making love..."

"Fucking me...fucking your mother," Mom said softly and huskily!

I nodded and finally said in barely a whisper. "Yeah, I dreamed that I was fucking you, Mom."

Mom let out a shuddering sigh. "I kinda recall getting caught in the rain with Carrie, but I absolutely remember you catching your father and I fucking that summer day." Mom looked down at where her hand was stroking the outline of my erect penis and then looked up at me and said, "I will always remember the look on your face...the desire...the want that was there. Tommy, that was the day I first realized that maybe...just maybe someday you and I could become what your daddy and his mother are...to share what they have."

We both smiled at each other and then were kissing again, my hand returning to rest between her legs, tentatively stroking her blossoming pussy lips, her juices covering my exploring fingers. When we broke the kiss, I suddenly realized that my cock was now free in the cool night air, Mom's fingers stroking me gently and slowly. "Oh Mom!" I breathed softly.

Mom looked up at me and said, "Some would consider it in poor taste for a woman to leave her date in such a condition after such a wonderful date. I think my son needs some relief!" With practiced ease, Mom slid off my lap and onto the porch floor, squatting between my legs. "Tommy, is it okay if Momma sucks your big, lovely cock?"

I nodded slowly and then somehow managed to mutter, "Oh yes, please, Mom!" Mom gave me her patented sexy and sly grin and then opening her mouth wide, wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, eliciting a tremendous moan from me as her wet, warm mouth and tongue consumed my erection. Slowly and expertly, Mom slid her lips down my shaft, pausing mid-length and rising back up to suck sweetly on my cock head, her eyes never leaving mine.

I felt light-headed as one of my most dreamed about fantasies became true before my eyes. My mother was sucking my cock...the first woman to ever do so and it felt so perfect -- so natural -- so right! Mom again slid her lips down my shaft, this time not stopping until her lips brushed my pubic hairs...the tip of my cock buried deep in her throat. Mom made an approving "Mmmmmm," that sent ecstatic vibrations racing up my hard penis and into the rest of my body, making my muscles almost spasm as I stretched them reflexively.

"Omigod, Mom!" I moaned. "I love you, Mom! I love your mouth...your sweet, hot, cocksucking mouth!" Mom gave me that sly, sexy wink again and slowly retreated, sucking me fiercely as she did, her tongue busily rolling over my shaft before resuming it's wonderful teasing of my swollen knob. I suddenly had a clearer inkling of how precious Dad's love was with Mom-Carrie.

She let me escape from her mouth so that she could show off her dexterous tongue as it rolled over the turgid crown and whisper, "I love your cock, Tommy! I love how it tastes." Mom winked at me again before adding, "And I didn't realize how big you are, sugar! You might be longer and thicker than your daddy!"

Then Mom was gobbling me up again, taking me deep into her mouth, showing off her ease at deep-throating her son...sucking me furiously and making me squirm and moan on the porch sofa. Neither masturbation nor having a date stroke me prepared me for the intensity of the pleasure of my mother sucking my cock and I was stunned at how soon Mom brought me to the edge. One moment I was reveling in the sweet sensation of Mom's warm mouth and her liquid silk tongue and the next, I could feel my spunk rising from my balls and I gasped, "Mom...oh God, Mom, I'm gonna cum!"

I wasn't surprised when Mom refused to release me, but it still filled me with awe to see her look up into my eyes with excitement as she continued to suck me, her cheeks hollowing out and then I was cumming -- no, exploding in my mother's mouth, ejaculating semen so hard and fast that the sensation bordered both pleasure and pain with pleasure triumphing in the end, me whimpering as Mom made noises of appreciation as she gobbled up my hot seed for the first time.

Mom continued to suck my dick even as the flow of my semen tapered off to nothing, her tongue busy on the head of my cock and making me claw the sofa cushions as pleasure unlike anything I had ever experience pulsed through my penis. After an eternity of ecstasy, Mom let me slip from her lips and sat back on her heels, her face glowing with love and lust.

"Oh son!" Mom sighed, her voice thick with lust. "You tasted...oh, Tommy, I love the taste of your sperm. I love you, Tommy...I love you and I love your cock...Momma loves you so -- so..." Mom's eyes grew incredibly wide and she slapped her hand across her face as if the enormity of what she had done, sucking her son's cock for the first time had overwhelmed her.

I leaned forward and stroked her face with my hand. "Mom, are you okay."

Mom nodded, her hand still covering her mouth as tears ran down her cheeks. Finally in a hoarse whisper, she replied, "Oh god, yes! I love you, Tommy!" She stood up, looking wild and lovely with both of her formidable breasts escaped from the confines of her dress and I could smell her arousal...her wetness which filled me with powerful and primal desires.

I reached for her, but Mom shook her head. "I love you, son. We -- we'll talk in the morning!" She bent down and kissed me, her tongue thrusting into my mouth for a long, lovely moment, me mildly aware that I was tasting myself on my mother's mouth and tongue and then she broke the kiss and gave me one last loving look and whispered, "I love you, Tommy Hamilton!" and hurried inside, leaving me dazed and a bit confused.

I don't know how long I sat there on our front porch, reliving the evening and its strange and wonderful climax. Mom seemed to have loved what she'd done and hadn't acted like I'd done anything wrong, but still had seemed to flee at the last. I wasn't sure what I should do next...follow her up and confront her and make sure she was okay or wait to morning. Thankfully, my pondering of the dilemma was interrupted and resolved by someone else.

"Tommy...honey, are you okay?"

I looked up, half expecting to see Mom, but instead I found Mom-Carrie staring down at me, her face flushed from making love with her son...my Dad. Mom and Mom-Carrie looked a lot alike, the biggest difference these days being Mom-Carrie's silver white hair that framed her face...a glorious mane that hung down below her shoulders and was at the moment tangled and wild, betraying the fact that she had recently risen from bed.

"Yeah, Mom...um, I'm okay." I murmured, trying to look away, but still enough of a male that it was hard to look away from such a voluptuous and lovely woman. 

Mom-Carrie eased out the door with two cans...beers from Dad's supply. She offered me one, saying, "Sounds like you could use a drink, honey," as she sat down beside me, her full, lush body wrapped tightly in a short silk bed robe. Mom-Carrie had just turned sixty-two, but except for her silver mane, could have passed for ten or fifteen years younger...maybe more. I felt my cock stir a little at the sight of her meaty breasts straining against her robe, nipples clearly outlined against the thin material. My penis jerked a little in response to her beauty and the scent of sex that rose off of her...her pussy smelling much like Mom's mixed with the aroma of Dad's semen.

Suddenly, I realized that my cock was just hanging out of my slacks and hardening up, rising up to as if studying Mom-Carrie itself. "Oh God, sorry, Mom!" I gasped as I reached down with my free hand to force my cock back into my pants.

My dad's mother reached out with a hand and stopped me. "Oh, Tommy, it's alright. It's not the first time I've seen it." She grinned evilly at me and added, "And to be perfectly honest, there's a nearly identical one upstairs and..." Mom-Carrie squinted down at it, studying it for a moment before continuing, "It looks a lot like your Grandpa Tom's cock too!" 

I sort of gawped at Mom-Carrie as she tightened her grip on my arm and pulled it back to reveal my now prominent erection, her fingers lithely sliding down my arm until they were intertwining with my own. "And," she casually announced, "I never object to seeing such a thing of beauty." She raised her beer to me in a sort of salute and like a struck stupid idiot, I followed her example and we both took a drink...me gulping nearly half of mine down.

Silence followed as I looked at her and she looked at me...all of me before she finally said, "Tommy, you should know that you've made your mother happy...very happy."

I gave a shrug and replied, "I don't know. Mom seemed awfully upset after she...she, um, went down on me!"

Mom-Carrie nodded and said, "I think maybe the better word is 'overwhelmed,' honey. It's been a long time since Molly...your mother felt this much love for another person."

At my puzzled look, Mom-Carrie squeezed my hand and said, "Molly loves John and me greatly...like the lovers we all are. In a way, we are all three married, but, Tommy, your mother's great love was always your Mom-Deb." Her voice cracked a little at the mention of my other mother's name...her sister's name. She smiled at me and continued, "Your mother lost a piece of herself when Deb died. What you did tonight brought it back to her. Most people are lucky if they meet their soul-mate. It's incredibly rare to discover that you have another soul-mate...someone who loves you so intimately and so strongly."

I understood that and said hurriedly, "I do love Mom like that...like I love no-one else in the world." I hesitated and then plunged on, "I love Mom like Dad loves you, Mom-Carrie!"

She gave out a strong sigh and grinned at me, lovingly. "I know you do, honey. I could see it in your mother's eyes when she came upstairs a bit ago. Don't worry -- nothing will change, but right now, she just needs a little time to deal with it." Mom-Carrie leaned over, her heavy breasts pressing against my chest and brushing the tip of my now very erect cock, and kissed me chastely on the lips.

She leaned back and studied me. Again, she asked, "Are you okay, Tommy?"

I smiled at my lovely Mom-Carrie and said, "Yeah, I think so."

She smiled back at me and said, "Good, I guess I better get back to bed before this lovely thing of yours leads me into temptation." I groaned as she quickly let go of my hand and wrapped her fingers around my erection. She ducked her head and gave me a little kiss right along the slit of my cock-head, her tongue flicking out to lap up a little of my already pooling precum.

"Oh, God, Mom!" I moaned, my cock still sensitive from my mother's loving attention.

Mom-Carrie giggled and stood up. Grinning like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, she said, "Sorry....being a good girl has never been my strong suit. I better scoot along before I piss your mother off something terrible."

It took a moment for me to say anything as I was focusing on not cumming again on the spot. "Wow...does this mean...you and I...like you and Mom and Dad?"

I didn't think I'd made any sense at all, but Mom-Carrie seemed to understand the gist of my question. She shrugged her shoulders, making her heavy breasts roll underneath her robe and replied, "Well, that's really up to you and your mother, Tommy." She wrinkled her nose at me and then winked sexily. "But I sure hope so. I bet your cock would feel wonderful inside me and I'm already wondering what having you and John at the same time would be like!"

She headed for the door, but paused after opening it. Mom-Carrie looked back at me with a more serious expression and said, "I'm happy that you and your mother are ready to take this step now. My only regret in becoming my son's lover and wife is that I waited as long as I did." Dad's mom licked her lips and added, "If I had known exactly how wonderful it was going to be, I'd have fucked my son the second he turned eighteen instead of losing three years of the greatest love a woman could ever know."

She moved into the doorway, but stopped and came back. "One more thing, Tommy. I'm proud of you. You've grown up to be a fine, loving man and our family is all the richer for having you become a greater part of it. I love you, son." She stopped and giggled. "Maybe I should said, 'I love you, grandson!' Damn, this does get complicated, doesn't it?" She laughed and disappeared into the house while I sat there feeling more stunned than before.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 11



I sat and finished my beer, suddenly feeling tired and a bit overwhelmed by the evening myself. I couldn't even recall how I had hoped the evening would go. Finally, I got up and headed on inside. My cock had reduced itself to about half-erect, not quite willing to surrender the hope of more fun and games. As a concession to it, I didn't even bother to tuck it away, assuming I was the only one still up. I walked quietly upstairs, pausing for a moment outside Mom's door and wondering if I should go in. In the end, I decided not to push things and made my way down to my own bedroom.

I closed the door behind me and turned on the light only to jump two feet straight up as I heard, "So, what the hell, Thomas? Did you fuck both our moms tonight?"

I took a deep breath and turned around to find my sister sitting on the window ledge, looking as lovely as Mom and Mom-Carrie in a light blue jersey cloth nightshirt that ended somewhere around mid-thigh. Her long, blonde hair hung down her back, gleaming as if it had been brushed a thousand times. Blonde hair aside, Polly was a taller and slimmer version of her mother -- incredible tanned legs and huge, firm breasts that were proudly molded around her nightshirt. Not for the first time did I notice that her nipples looked just like her Mom's. "Jeezus, Sis...you fucking scared me and no...I didn't fuck my Mom or yours."

Polly smirked at me and replied, "Well something happened, Tommy. I could hear you moaning from my room and Mom came up stairs humming happily like she'd just been fucked by Daddy." She paused and said, "Did you propose to Molly tonight?"

I gave her a broad smile and nodded. My sister gave me a funny look -- something akin to a mixture of fear and envy. "Well? What happened?" Polly growled, leaning forward and making her heavy breasts strain against her night shirt. 

I let out a long sigh and said, "Mom said yes! We'll be lovers and husband and wife...I'm not sure when, but she said yes."

"And all the moaning a while ago?" My sister grinned and then did a passably imitation of my voice, "Oh God, Mom...I'm gonna cum, Mom!" Polly laughed and said, "What was up with that? I mean, someone's been busy tonight...or something." She looked down at my semi-erect cock with an amused look.

I felt both proud and embarrassed as I replied, "Um...Mom gave me my first blowjob." I thought about it for a moment. "It was freaking awesome!"

Polly stared at me for a time, her eyes filled again with both fear and envy, her large breasts heaving up and down under her night shirt. "So...wow. You and your Mom, huh? Another Hamilton family incest love story."

My sister ran her hand through her hair and with a funny look on her face, added, "I'm happy for you, Tommy. You've always known what you wanted and now your dreams are coming true." Polly stood up and came over and gave me a hug, making her the third lovely and sexy woman tonight to press her luscious body against me. My penis, already at about half mast, twitched and rose up in response, pressing into Polly's lower stomach and attracting her attention.

Polly broke free of our embrace and stepped back. "Settle down there, tiger. Maybe you should holster that weapon!" she said as she again eyed my cock, now both amused and interested.

I sighed and reached down and tucked it away. "I can't help it...all you damn hot Hamilton women." Polly laughed and I looked at her and said, "Y'know, they say most cases of incest are between brothers and sisters."

Polly rolled her eyes and returned to her seat on the window sill. "Yeah, well even if I gave into the temptation, you want your first to be your Mom and Molly deserves that." She paused for a moment, a distant look in her eyes and said, "And so do you, brother. You've been in love with your mom since before your thing started getting hard."

Whatever sexual tension had been stirred up between my sister and myself dissipated in the silence that followed. Only about three months separated us in age and we had never kept secrets from each other. I had shared my feelings about Mom with Polly for what seemed nearly forever. We had never tried to explore the possibilities between us over the years...sure we had our 'show me yours and I'll show you mine' moments and I'll be honest and say that it was Polly who taught me how to French kiss a girl, but we both had always known that I wanted my mother and that Polly, well...

"And you, Polly...have you made up your mind about...?"

"Daddy and me?" Polly's face went beet red. "No...God, I think about it all the time and the thought of Daddy and me being lovers makes me wet and scared and pissed off, all at the same time."

I sighed and shook my head. Maybe it was the difference between being male and female. I had never had any reservations about wanting my mother and once I fully realized that I did want to be completely intimate with Mom, the only thing that had held me back was Polly's counsel to wait until I was eighteen...an adult. 

On the other hand, since Polly and I had been told the truth about our family, she had struggled with whether or not she wanted to become intimate with Dad. I knew she loved him and I knew that she was attracted to him...that she fantasized often about Dad and about Mom and Mom-Carrie, but there was a part of her that held back. I wasn't sure if it was some sort of hang-up over incest itself or if it was part of that stubborn streak that Polly had that argued that she didn't really have a choice about it. For the last few years, she'd confided in me often, detailing her feelings that had her ready to tear her clothes off and go fuck Dad blind or to never, ever contemplate the possibility of joining our family's sexual activities.

"I suppose that you and your Mom becoming lovers means you and my mom will become lovers too?" Polly said, snapping me out of my reverie. 

I shrugged and replied, "I don't know...maybe. I think that Mom and I need to make that decision together. I know...I don't want to make Mom stop being intimate with Dad or your mom." I grinned, unable to resist the brotherly teasing opportunity and added, "Mom-Carrie told me she was very open to the possibility."

Polly rolled her eyes and gave an amused and yet bitter laugh. "God! Mom can be such a slut." She eyed my crotch where my still mostly erect cock bulged prominently. "Did she suck your cock tonight too!"

I shook my head and replied, "No, but she did tell me how much it resembled Dad's and Grandpa Tom's...and she gave it a little kiss."

Polly's jaw dropped and she had a look of exasperation even as she also seemed to become a little aroused, her prominent nipples swelling against the thin cotton of her night shirt. Finally, she just laughed and then swung her long shapely legs around to climb out the window. "Goodnight, big brother. Get some rest. With our nympho moms, I suppose you're going to need it." 

She was out the window before I could tell her good night, but she returned, leaning her head in and accidentally allowing the neck of her night shirt to gape open and reveal most of her large tits as she said, "I am happy for you, Tommy and for what its worth, I think you and Molly will be as happy as Daddy and Mom! She blew me a kiss and said, "I love you, brother," and then was gone. I heard her bedroom window slide shut a few moments later.

I stood there for a moment, my mind in a whirl. Finally, I shucked off my clothes and dropped into bed, giving my erection a few sympathy strokes as I thought about Mom and Mom-Carrie and even my sister. In the end, I decided not to jack off. I had no idea of what tomorrow would bring, but I suspected that my masturbating days were at an end. It was with that thought that I drifted off to sleep, a slight smile on my face.

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I came down to breakfast the next morning to find Dad examining Mom's new engagement ring, the two of them sitting at the old, scarred kitchen table that dated back to my great-great grandmother Polly...my sister's namesake. Mom was grinning from ear to ear, her face a bit red from embarrassment as Dad looked up at me and after whistling, said, "That's quite a pretty rock. How the hell did you afford it?"

I flexed my arm, swelling the muscle up and said, "Hard work and sweat. That's the last three years of mowing yards and planting trees and bushes and all that other stuff." Mom's eyes grew wide and I knew the objection that she was about to voice and I rushed to her side and kissed her hard on the mouth, smothering whatever she had been about to say. To my delight, she acquiesced to my kiss, parting her lips and sucking my tongue into her mouth. When the kiss ended a minute or two later, I added breathlessly, "And I didn't touch a single drop of my college fund!"

Mom's eyes grew wider and seemed to moisten as she gasped, "I love you so much, son!" She threw her arms around me and hugged me tight to her and I felt my cock quickly harden as I realized that under her yellow and flowery sundress, she wasn't wearing a bra and from what my hand on her butt cheek could tell, at most, another thong bikini.

It took a few moments, but I finally remembered that there were other people in the room. Mom told me to take a seat and I did after accepting a handshake and hug from Dad who was looking at me oddly...an expression that seemed proud and curious and even a little sad all at the same time.

"Everything okay, Dad?" I said, unsure of that strange expression.

Dad sighed and nodded. "Someday, you'll look at your own children, Tommy, and suddenly wonder, 'When the hell did they grow up and what the hell did we do that allowed them to turn out so right?'" He continued looking at me with the same odd expression and said softly, "I'm proud of you, son."

"We all are," Mom-Carrie said, suddenly at my side, still wearing that same tight fitting robe she'd had the night before and obviously as naked underneath it. She set down a plate loaded with eggs, sausage and grits. "Eat up, Tommy. I suspect you're going to need your strength today." She threw me a wink and then smiled wickedly at Mom.

Mom-Carrie joined us at the table and the four of us talked casually about Mom's and my possible wedding plans. Mom said, "I'd like to get married on the Gulf somewhere...I here there's some nice, quiet places along the Alabama shore." She reached out and took my hand and continued, "Sugar...if it's all right with you, I'd like Reverend Steinbeck to marry us. He's getting up there in years, but I know he'd be thrilled to perform the ceremony."

Dad and his mom both smiled and nodded their heads and although I was a bit slow to pick up on it, it suddenly hit me that Steinbeck was the one who performed Mom's and Mom-Deb's ceremony in Florida so long ago. I brought Mom's hand to my lips and after kissing her fingers, replied, "I think Mom-Deb would approve!"

"When do you think you'd like to have your wedding, Molly?" Mom-Carrie asked.

I looked at Mom and she gave me a shrug and a smile. I grinned and said, "Well, both Polly and I graduate in three weeks. How's about we shoot for the first Saturday in June."

Mom gave a little squeal and suddenly was in my lap, kissing my face and giggling, "Yes, yes, yes!"

Dad laughed and said, "Y'all don't believe in long engagements I guess!" Then he seemed to sober up for a moment and said, "Uh, y'all do plan to go on living here, don't you?"

Mom-Carrie gave him a playful swat on the back of the head and said, "Of course they do...this is their home as much as it ours." Then her smile faded and she looked at Mom and me and asked, "Right?"

My mother looked at me with a questioning look and I grinned back and looked at Dad and Mom-Carrie and replied, "Absolutely, there is no where else that Mom and I want to live." It felt weird and yet sorta cool to be speaking for both Mom and myself...to be the dominant male...kinda sorta.

Dad began clapping while Mom-Carrie got up and came around and first kissed me, her tongue snaking sexily into my mouth and then kissed Mom with equal if not more passion. "Good," she said huskily. "I can't imagine our lives without the people we love the most."

Mom caressed Mom-Carrie's face and said softly, "I don't even want to think about such things, sugar. I...we...love you and John so much."

There were tears in her eyes as she rose then and kissed Mom-Carrie and then my Dad passionately, finally returning to bend over and kiss me long and hard. "Tommy, it's such a beautiful day, I thought you and I might take a long walk after breakfast." Her eyes glowed with a lustful power through her tears.

"I'd love to, Mom!" I replied.

Mom-Carrie turned to Mom and said, "I left Mama-Polly's quilt out on the sofa in the living room, Molly...if you'd like it."

Mom reddened a little and then grinned mischievously and said, "I'd love it." She turned to me and said, "You finish up eating, sugar, while I go get a few things."

She started to leave the room when Mom-Carrie called out to her, "Molly, maybe later we can talk about fixing up Tommy's room after he moves in to your bedroom."

I looked up at Mom-Carrie with a look of confusion. "Fix it up...fix it up into what?"

I saw Mom turn around, looking a little puzzled even as Mom-Carrie gave us all an evil little grin and replied, "Oh, I don't know...a sewing room, or a guest room or maybe a nursery."

Mom's mouth gaped open for a moment while Dad chuckled next to me. Mom took several seconds to gather herself together, her hand going to her cheek, maybe to feel the heat of her blushing skin before she finally smiled back at us, her eyes focusing on me with such loving intensity that it took my breath away and said, "Oh my!"

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It was a glorious day...one of those that God offered us up in late April before the heat of summer rolled in. Mom and I walked hand in hand along one of the paths that ran in a circular fashion up the hill above the house. Songbirds serenaded us as we strolled along, a mild breeze ruffling Mom's short hair. For a while, we just walked silently, but finally I had to ask, "Are you okay, Mom? Are we okay?"

Mom released my hand, her fingers sliding up my arm as she brushed up against me, resting her head against my chest. "Oh yes, Tommy, I'm just fine. I guess last night...the enormity of what I...we had done just overwhelmed me." She looked up at me, her green eyes filled with passion. "Son, I hadn't felt like I did last night in a long time. As much as I love John and Carrie, I'd forgotten just how intense -- how beautiful true love can be."

We stopped and kissed, Mom's hand on my cheek as our tongues met and danced joyfully in our mouths. When we ended the kiss, I felt a little dizzy and as happy as a person could be. "Wow, I could spend the rest of my life kissing you, Mom," I murmured, holding her close to me. I was wearing a T-shirt and jeans and could feel Mom's heavy breasts under her thin, summer dress. I felt her heart beating powerfully and knew she could feel my heart pounding as well.

"We will, sugar...kissing and so much more. She let me go and took my hand again and stepped forward, looking over her shoulder at me speculatively as she led me on. "C'mon, sugar," she said in a low, lusty tone.

We walked on and up. I knew these paths like the back of my hand and wasn't a bit surprised when we emerged into a bright sun-filled meadow that held our family cemetery. Mom's hand tightened on mine as we passed through the open wrought-iron gate and walked past Mama-Polly's grave and Grandpa Tom's stone, nestled side by side like the lovers they had been. I couldn't help but smile and nod to them as we passed, somehow feeling as if they were aware of us and that they approved.

"Oh, darling..." I heard Mom whisper as we came to Mom-Deb's grave. Tears trickled down her face as she reached out and stroked the smooth edge of the marble marker. I closed with Mom and put my arm around her shoulder. Mom's mouth moved silently as she sent a prayer up to her lover and partner and first great love. Finally, she wiped her face and looked up at me and said, "Your Mom-Deb would be so proud of you...to see what a wonderful, loving young man you grew up to be." She slipped from my embrace and sat down on top of Mom-Deb's marker facing me.

"Deb and I never talked about the possibilities that you becoming a man might entail, Tommy, but I think she always knew that this might happen...you Hamiltons and your love for family. I wish she could be here for this...to take part." Mom giggled and said, "Deb would have loved to have fucked your brains out!"

I looked around, feeling the mild breeze in my face, offering up fragrances that seemed both familiar and elusive...or perhaps they were just memories. "I think she's here now, Mom...I think maybe all the loving folk in our family that have passed are never far away from us. Maybe it's our love that draws them close to us.

Mom smiled and said, "Yes, love. I feel her around me almost always. I hope she's here right now, because I think there's something about to happen that worth witnessing." Never taking her eyes off me, I watched her slowly pull the hem of her dress up. 

"Son, last night...I was the first woman to ever suck your cock, wasn't I?"

I nodded and gave Mom a big smile as I replied, "Yes, and it was wonderful, Mom!"

She smiled naughtily back at me and continued to raise her dress up until I gasped with delight when my mother revealed her pussy to me. Over the last several years, I had made a point whenever the opportunity had arisen to check out Mom's pussy and its appearance. When I had first made my observations, Mom had been completely shaven although later, I noticed that she had begun letting her bush grow, eventually becoming a wild and unruly thing that rivaled the bush of Dad's mother, but for the last year or so, Mom had begun trimming her pussy hair into a groomed 'V' shape pointing towards her beautiful cunt.

Mom spread her thighs, forcing her dress higher and exposing her pussy to the sun. "Mom, you are so beautiful!" I breathed as I instinctively came closer and dropped to my knees, a bit awkward as my cock, already semi-erect, now swelled at being so near the place of my birth. Her pussy lips...labia were swollen and almost a dark pink in their arousal, spread wide in sexual blossom and glistening with wetness.

"Your Mom-Deb always said to never have a man that can't or wont make you cum with his mouth," Mom said softly. "Have you ever licked a pussy before, Tommy?" When I dumbly shook my head no, Mom sighed and said, "Would you like to lick Mommy's pussy, son?"

"Oh yeah," I almost yelled. I moved forward on my knees a little and could smell Mom's juices...her wet and aroused cock -- her aroma making my cock throb in response, her pungent scent impacting me on all conscious and unconscious levels.

I eased forward, my hands coming to rest on Mom's thighs which I spread a little wider, marveling at how juicy and wet and lovely, her cunt was. The world seemed to grow silent except for Mom's increasingly heavy breaths and the sound of my pounding heart. "So beautiful, Mom," I said softly, my face scant inches from her pussy. 

On impulse, I pursed my lips and blew air across her quivering flesh and Mom gasped and her thighs convulsed under my hands and her pussy seemed to spasm and a jet of hot liquid shot out and splattered across my face. Mom sobbed, "Oh God!" and before I could react, I was hit by another spray of hot juices. 

I don't know how I knew, but I immediately comprehended that Mom had just doused me with her pussy juices. I let them run down my face and into my mouth while my cock nearly exploded as I tasted Mom's pussy. "S-sorry, son," Mom moaned. "I am so...so turned on right now."

I glanced upwards and was enchanted by my mother's face, her lower lip quivering and her eyes wild with excitement and arousal. "I love it, Mom," I said enthusiastically. "I love how you taste!" And to prove it, I abruptly mashed my face against her pussy, marveling at the sudden sensation of wet, silky heat and the intensity of her taste as I slathered my tongue wildly up and down Mom's cunt.




Mother & Son: A Love Story Pt. 11



Mom's entire body seemed to galvanize, her legs becoming spastic and then rising up and dropping down over my shoulders as her thighs clamped down against my ears, soft and slick not quite muffling her cries of pleasure. I felt her hands drop onto my head, fingers twisting into my hair and pulling and holding on for support. For a moment, Mom's entire body seemed to waver back and forth atop Mom-Deb's stone and then contracted around my head and face, hanging on to me as if for dear life. As I licked and sucked at Mom's delicious pussy, I reached around her and cupped her ass cheeks, stabilizing her and giving me leverage to press my face more firmly between her thighs!

I was like a little kid given leave to just bury his face into his birthday cake and I ate Mom's cunt with the delight and enthusiasm of such an child, rolling my tongue up and down her pussy lips and then spearing it inside her, gobbling her copious juices until their gushing flow threatened to drown me with my mouth and nose buried in the folds of her flesh.

I eased back for a moment, only a few inches, but still drawing a wail from Mom as I gasped for air. I paused only long enough to orientate myself and plunged back in, again, licking and sucking Mom's cunt as she clung to me, but with more of a game plan than initially. I rolled my tongue up Mom's gaping open slit, slathering back and forth over her lips and then at the apex, slowed my licks until I felt my tongue roll over a small swollen protuberance and heard and felt Mom's reaction -- her body convulsing as she squealed in such a way that nearly had me cumming in my jeans. In my mind, I was smiling like the cat that had just eaten the canary. I had found Mom's clitoris.

"OH FUCK YES....TOMMYBABYSONSUGAR...YESSSS!" Mom crooned, as I rolled my tongue gently around and over her clit. I felt another spray of her juices against my lower lip and chin as I lightly and slowly ran my tongue over her swollen penis-like appendage. I repeated the action and felt her roll her pelvis against my face. I withdrew my tongue and as careful as I could, pursed my lips around her clitoris and just held it in place and Mom stiffened as if hit by a bolt of electricity, baying like a bitch hound maddened by lust. I was fairly sure Dad and Mom-Carrie could hear her back at the house.

I felt Mom's hands drop away from my head only to begin clawing at my shoulders while her heels drummed helplessly against my back as she plunged into an intense orgasm. Leaving one hand cupping her butt, I worked my other hand back in close and ran my middle finger along her slit, slightly tilting my head down to give it room to work. After a short reconnaissance, I plunged my finger into my mother and turned my wrist, a memory of advice for fingering a girl that Polly had offered a while back fixed in my mind. 

"Gently stir your finger around, rotate your wrist and then carefully probe the front upper wall of the girl's pussy until you find her special spot," Polly had instructed me as matter of factly as if she'd been giving me instructions on baking a cake.

I recalled listening to her eagerly and asking, "How will I know when I've found her special spot?"

My sister had grinned at me and replied, "Trust me, Tommy...you'll know."

Polly, gold bless her, had been right. Inside Mom's oven hot pussy, I had turned my wrist over and my finger was gently stroking and probing when suddenly Mom began to scream and bark hysterically, trying to buck against my face and finger and then as I massaged her G-spot, I began to softly suck on her clit, she went insane with pleasure.

"FUCKFUCKFUCK! LOVE YES, LOVE FINGERS AND SUCK ME MAKE ME CUMMMMMM, TOMMMMMYYYY" Mom shrieked as I felt her juices gushing everywhere as she began to orgasm. I again glanced up and her face was a painting of pure lust and ecstasy, drooling as her eyes rolled madly and she screamed, "LOVE ME FUCK ME SUGARSON! MAKE ME CUMMM CUMMM LIKE FUCK LIKE DEB USED TOOOOO!"

Mom suddenly went limp as if she'd passed out and she pitched forward into my arms, her weight driving us down and I kicked out so we landed stretched out, me flat on my back and Mom on top of me. For a few seconds, I thought something might be wrong with my mother, but then her eyes focused and she let out a cry of, "I love you, son!" and she was clinging to me and kissing me, not minding her own juices and the kisses themselves became a mixture of kisses, licks and nuzzles until both our faces were smeared and sticky with Mom's pussy cream. I discovered that tasting Mom's own juices from her mouth was an incredibly arousing experience.

We lay there for a long time, not saying anything, but simply looking into each other's eyes, whether we were kissing or not. When I finally began to speak, Mom placed her fingers over my mouth and shook her head.

Another minute or two passed and Mom said in a very quiet and subdued voice. "I've known and experienced a lot of pleasure in my life, son...done so many things with so many people, especially Deb and Carrie and your daddy. I can't tell you how many times I've watched John and his mother make love or fuck like demons and I always wondered if the pleasure, the sheer ecstasy that they experienced was greater than my own because they were mother and son. I thought that I'd never know anything greater than your Mom's Deb's tongue and touch or maybe your daddy's cock, but..."

Mom began to cry softly and I wasn't sure what to do, but I hugged her tight until she finally said, "Tommy, I haven't even felt you and that big cock inside me yet, but just having you in my mouth and feeling your mouth and fingers on me...it was like something..." Mom's eyes grew wide with wonder. "Like something...holy...like touching God." 

Her voice quavered and faded and I lifted my head and kissed her gently. "Oh, Mom...I love you!"

She nodded vigorously and kissed me back. "I love you, Tommy...more than anything." She stroked my cheek and then dropped her hand down to slide it under my T-shirt so she was touching my chest. "I get it now, son...how special and rare this is. Your flesh and my flesh, being the same flesh...sharing life and love and in becoming one again, becoming something...divine and precious." She paused and smiled at me. "Sorry, preacher's habit of sermonizing, but what I'm saying, son, is I love you and I thank you for opening up this world for me...for us and that I will pray everyday that it never ends."

She kissed me again, a slow, languorous kiss, our tongues merging to move as one, tasting and savoring each other. When it ended, Mom's face was flushed again and she grinned evilly at me and said, "And we haven't even fucked each other yet...I'm not sure my heart will take it!"

My cock throbbed beneath her at her teasing words and I whispered, "I'm willing to chance it if you are, Mom!"

Mom purred and sat up atop me and with a quick, violent motion, flung her dress up and over her head, leaving her naked. "I think I've been waiting all my life for this moment, son!" she said, standing up now, her legs straddling me and her pussy wet and dripping above me. "Get yourself naked, Tommy...do it now!"

Mom stepped away from me and retrieved the quilt Mom-Carrie had left for her. She unfurled it and laid it out on the grass in front of Mom-Deb's grave. Her eyes were on me and I stripped off my pussy soaked T-shirt and undid my jeans, making a small, plaintive noise that made my blood race as my cock sprang free, purplish and angry with need.

Tearing her eyes away from my now naked body, Mom turned around in a circle, saying loudly, "Listen up all you Hamilton ghosts and spirits. A Hamilton son is about to lose his virginity to his mother...gather round and enjoy and give us your blessing that we might be the happiest incestuous couple in our family's history!"

The breeze picked up and ruffled Mom's short locks and the surrounding trees rustled as if letting us know our ancestors' reply and affirmation of their presence. Mom seemed to sense this as I did and got a slightly funny look on her face as she went to her knees and looked at Mom-Deb's final resting place. She held out her hand and said in a voice brimming with lust, "Fuck me son. Lay down with me here and made love to your mother!"

As I took Mom's hand, she lay back and pulling me to her, spreading her legs wide until I was lying between her thighs, me pausing as the head of my cock seemed to find her pussy naturally and I felt her wet, hot flesh clasping it. "Mom..." I whispered as it was my turn to be overwhelmed by the enormity of the moment. My entire existence seemed to funnel down to this moment and I felt the sure rightness...the absolute correctness of the moment like destiny would have it no other way.

"Mom..." I began again. "Are you ready for me, Mom?"

My mother lay beneath me, her entire body seeming to vibrate in anticipation. A thin sheen of sweat seemed to break out all across her body even as it appeared on me. I felt hot and anxious and Mom scarcely murmured, "I'm your's, son...I've waited all my life for this moment, now fuck me, Tommy!" before I was dropping onto her and into her, feeling for the first time the sweet heat of a woman's cunt sheathing my cock in her steaming wet and silky embrace.

The moment was electric and I immediately understood what Mom had meant about the holiness of the moment. I felt embraced by God...all perceptions seared by the incredible rightness and carnality of the moment. I knew that Mom and I had no choice but to become lovers...to become man and wife. Our incestuous union was...perfect and utter sexual and spiritual bliss!

Mom met my thrust with an upward movement of her own and though her pussy felt tight around my cock, I slipped effortlessly into her until my cock bumped into something fleshy and solid even as my pubic hair ground against her outer folds. The moment was electric as we both seemed to convulse from bolts of intense sexual power, grinding us into each other even more. Mom's legs wrapped around my lower back and she was clawing my shoulders again, pulling me into her even as her mouth found mine to muffle her cries of ecstasy and my moans of carnal pleasure, which exploded into a volcano of exquisite joy as I found myself unable to stop from cumming!

As I flooded my mother's pussy with hot semen, it seemed to trigger her orgasm, easily more powerful than the one I had given her with my mouth and tongue and for a few short moments, we merged into one pure being composed of incestuous love, fused together with passion and lust. I had nothing comparable to understand the beauty of the moment. Masturbation and a few hurried hand-jobs from high school sweethearts were not even on the same plane of existence of fucking and cumming inside my mother.

In the aftermath of our mutual orgasm, we were both reduced to tears and breathy exclamations of "I love you," between gasps for precious air and kisses that helped rekindle those delicious, almost indescribable moments of incestuous ecstasy!

We lay there together for I don't know how long, our bodies slick with sweat, faces wet with tears, not sure whether we should laugh or cry, but both desiring to savor the moment for as long as possible. When finally, I had the strength and sensibility, I began to move, but Mom moaned plaintively and as she tightened both arms and legs around me, whimpered, "No...don't."

I smiled at Mom and kissed her again. "I'm not leaving you, Mom," I said in a husky voice. "I'm still hard and I'm going to fuck you, Mom!"

Mom gave a little half cry-half laugh and said, "Yessssss! Fuck me, son. Fuck your mother like she needs to be fucked!" She tightened her grip on me, creating tension that my body used to move just enough to slide my cock perhaps half way out of her molten pussy and then drive forward hard and fast, making my mother cry out with pleasure.

Mom's pussy seemed to tighten around my cock like a velvety vise, squeezing me even as I slowly withdrew halfway out of her and then plunged forward again, this time, making Mom gasp as if I had driven the air from her body. Her entire body seemed to flex and roll under me, burying my cock a bit more minutely inside her. Mom's arms were around my neck and she pulled me in for a kiss as I slid partly out of her again and then as our tongues curled around each other, she cried out in her passion into my mouth, her eyes widening with intense pleasure.

I continued to withdraw slowly and then thrust quickly into Mom's pussy, almost subconsciously monitoring her reactions as I would shift my hips slightly, changing the angle of my thrusts to seem what seemed to offer Mom the most pleasure. Gradually both withdrawals and thrusts became quicker and then I heard our bodies slapping together wetly as we both became sweaty with our efforts, punctuated by Mom's grunts and groans as I began to fuck her frantically.

I was in heaven, totally lost in the feel of my hard and aching cock in my mother's tight and so wet and slick cunt, loving how it felt as it pulsated around my erection, kissing and massaging it of its own volition even as Mom and I kissed. Mom broke the kiss to offer up brief barks of screaming pleasure as I sort of lost control and began fucking her wildly, feeling pleased at how expertly I was making love to my mother until suddenly I slipped out of her, my cock sliding up along her lower belly, leaving a trail of semen and pussy juice over her pale, flawless skin.

Mom laughed and said, "Careful there, son! Momma doesn't want a moment to go by when her son's hard cock ain't buried inside her!" She flexed her body and twisted her hips and then somehow, her pussy had me in its grasp again and I was again deep inside her fiery hot vagina. She felt even slicker and tighter than before and again, I was fucking my mother like a madman as she wailed and writhed underneath me.

We kissed and touched each other -- Mom's feet feeling so delicious as they slid back and forth over my butt cheeks or over my bulging calf muscles while her thighs seemed locked like soft vises against my hips. Mom's hard, rubbery nipples slid back and forth against my sweat-slick chest -- so swollen were the blood engorged nobs, I could feel her pulse racing through them.

Each kiss brought her tongue to mine -- both intertwining like small serpents making love, conveying her taste and her arousal through her saliva...between dances of our tongues, we would suck each other's tongue as her motherly pussy accepted her son's cock.

The warm sun beat down on us, adding its heat to our own carnal fires until I thought that our incestuous love and lust for each other would cause us to simply burst into flame...our mortal bodies unable to contain such intense desires. I fucked Mom through orgasm and then another, marveling at the heat and wetness that existed between her legs...a testimony to her own incestuous desires and then as Mom gasped and moaned under my never ceasing motherfucking, I felt at last my own climax approaching.

My earlier orgasm had been born of the sheer wonder and amazement of finally returning to my mother's womb, but now, my need to cum was fueled by many needs -- perhaps the most overwhelming of all was that of offering my baby-making seed to my soul-mate...my mother. I fucked Mom all the harder, relishing her cries of carnal delight as I thrust deep and hard again and again. "C-cummming, Mom!" I growled. "I want to fuck you and cum in you and make you cum and fill you up and make babies with you!" I howled as I fucked Mom more furiously than I would have ever thought possible.

Mom's eyes were fiery with a wild and supernatural lust and she gave me a sneering grin as she flung her hips upwards to meet my thrusts into her pussy, her legs sliding up to wrap more tightly around me. "FUCK MOM! FUCK MOM HARD! KNOCK ME UP, SON! FEEL ME WITH YOUR HOT JIZZ AND MAKE ME...OH GODDDDDDD! FUCK ME, TOMMY! FUCK MOMMMMMMMYYYY FOREVERRRRRR!"

And I drove deep into Mom's pussy, grinding myself against her crotch as I felt the dams break and a flood of hot semen barreled out of my cock to drown Mom's womb with hot, incestuous sperm and we were both howling and screaming our love and lust for each other as we both began to orgasm!

We were lost in each other's bodies and in each other's souls -- the material world seemed to fade away, leaving us and our incestuous love for each other as the only things that existed...we became the universe and it was lovely and carnal and a thing of ecstasy that would never burn out...never extinguish...love that was eternal and immortal. 

It seemed forever before the world gradually materialized around us...the gradual recognition of the gentle breeze cooling our sweat soaked bodies...the songbirds serenading our great love for each other and for a fleeting moment, the murmurs of approval as if our long gone family members were offering their affirmation of our joining. Mom's eyes grew wide as I am sure mine did as I felt more than heard Mom-Deb's voice whisper in my ear, "Sooo beautiful!"

As our orgasm slowly waned, Mom began to sob, hugging me tight. I joined her, overwhelmed by such intense love that I had never thought could exist, but now wrapped in my mother's embrace I realized that we'd just begun to explore the depths of such a great and powerful love that could exist between a mother and son.

Finally, we regained control of ourselves, happily kissing each other's tears away between passionate kisses. "Well, sugar," Mom finally began in a breathy voice. "I think we've gotten the family seal of approval."

I nodded and replied, "I don't think there was ever any doubt that we would. I just can feel it in my heart...this is what's meant to be."

Mom smiled and kissed me, still holding me tight in her grip, my cock slowly softening inside her pulsating pussy. "I imagine we never had a choice. It's family tradition." She dropped a hand to the quilt, damp with our passion. "Just like this quilt is a family tradition."

I glanced down at the old quilt with it's patchwork flowery pattern. "Really?"

Mom grinned and replied, "Your grandfather and his momma, Polly were the first to fuck on this quilt. He took Carrie's virginity on this blanket and she fucked her son...your daddy on this love quilt and now...you lost your virginity to your mother on this lovely old thing."

Once again, I was nearly overwhelmed by my emotions -- thinking of the tradition and power of family love that had existed in this place for so long and of the love that my family had raised me in and now the great culmination of all that love in what I felt for my mother...the love that only a mother and son could share...an incestuous love that could only grow more powerful day by day and year by year as Mom and I devoted ourselves to each other.

I felt as if family were watching over us as Mom and I embraced, naked and joined cock and pussy. I could feel the presence of Mom-Deb, her spirit aroused and rejoicing at the sight of her great love and their son joined in holy incest at last. I sensed the presence of Grandpa Tom and Great, great grandma Polly and their approval of our continuation of their tradition of family love and although I knew that Dad and Mom-Carrie were not present physically, I could feel their loving spirits hovering over us.

I was proud to be my mother's lover...her man...her husband already by every definition except the legal one. Mom groaned as I began to harden inside of her again and even as she whispered, "Love me, son, make love to your mother," I was already thrusting into her as I said softly into her ear, "Forever, Mom...forever.

To be continued...



Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 01



Warning: The Pretend Game is just a game of pretend. DO NOT PLAY THE PRETEND GAME AT HOME without professional supervision.

No characters in this story are underage. Mother is 49-years-old and her son is 28-years-old. 

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Alone with her bad self, Janice plays The Pretend Game.

"Merry Christmas to me," said Janice getting herself ready for sex instead of getting herself ready for bed.

Excited with the sexual anticipation of finally about to have sex with her son, Jerry, for the first time, she couldn't believe that their mother and son relationship had become an incestuous one. Readying herself for the arrival of her son in her bedroom, instead of removing her makeup at this late hour of the night, she reapplied it. While imagining puckering up to kiss her son, she puckered up to her reflection in the mirror to perfectly coat her lips with bright, red lipstick. Lipstick on his dipstick, as if hoping to brand her son with her motherly watermark, she couldn't wait to leave a red ring around his cock.

Naked before slipping into her sexy nightgown, thinking of herself as a mature version of Lady Godiva, she looked at herself in her full length mirror. Turning one way to turn the other, she stared at her big boobs, her toned, flat stomach, and her blonde, trimmed pussy before turning to stare at her still shapely ass. Comparatively speaking for a woman her age, albeit a bit biased because it was her body, she didn't look bad for a 49-year-old woman. Easily, if she thought to herself that she could pass for ten years younger. When most women her age are obese, married, divorced, done with men, and done with flirting with and teasing the opposite sex, reenergized, not yet done with sex, perhaps her last hurrah, she was just beginning with her new lover, her son, Jerry.

She brushed and fixed her long, beautiful, blonde hair just the way her son likes it, long and loosely flowing down her back as if a golden waterfall cascading down a sunshine filled cliff. While putting her hair in place, she imagined her son running his big, strong hands through her hair while she sucked his cock. Humping her mouth and fucking her face, she always wanted to know what it would feel like to take him in her mouth to suck him. Imagining his hands all over her naked body, she could nearly feel him putting a gentle hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head while she took him deeper and stroked him faster. When most women her age cut their hair short and with some women looking more like men than they look like women, glad she that she only trimmed her hair, she loved her long, lush hair. She dabbed some perfume, her favorite scent, Guerlain's Shalimar, on her neck, on her breasts, on the crock of her arm, and behind her knee.

After years of teasing him by flashing him bits and pieces of her shapely body and after years of lusting over one another, tonight was the night. Tired of invading her thoughts by allowing what other people thought of them in coming together for sex, albeit still secretly forbidden, incestuous sex, tonight was the night they'd be woman and man instead of mother and son. Tired of playing The Pretend Game alone, tired of being lonely and sexually frustrated, she was tired of pretending that she was having sex with her son while masturbating herself. Being that he was finally agreeable to making her sexual fantasy their reality, at last he was ready to make her erotic fantasy come true. While masturbating herself and with mind over matter, Janice had thought long and hard about having sex with her son, Jerry, to make her sexual dream her erotic reality. Only she never really thought her having sex with her son would ever happen, especially after he left her and abandoned her to marry her clone, Cynthia.

With all things coming full circle, this was it. She couldn't believe their sexual union was going to finally happen. No more pretenses. No more lies. No more flirting and teasing filled with suggestive innuendoes. This was really it. Tonight was the night.

Something she always wanted to say but something she never said because confessing her lust was against her better judgment for fear of ruining their mother and son relationship, she had already told her son that she wanted him and wanted to make love to him. Nervous before confessing her sexual desire for him, his eager look of sexual anticipation revealed that he was just as excited with the thoughts of having sex with his mother as she was aroused by the thoughts of having sex with her son. If only he knew how much she thought of touching him, stroking him, and sucking him before fucking him, he'd think his mother was a nasty, incestuous whore. Yet, unable to control her naughty thoughts and her lustful passion for her son, Janice never wanted any man in the way that she now wants Jerry.

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Wearing her sexiest, slinkiest, and sheerest nightgown, the one that showed everything, even her freckles and birthmarks, with her nightgown spread out and perfectly shaped in place, she lay there posing for him on her bed. As if a Japanese concubine waiting for her man, she waited with great sexual anticipation in the way that she imagined Shakespeare's Cleopatra waited for her younger brother, Ptolemy, who she married before Marc Antony, to enter her sleeping chamber. Or, as if she was Marilyn Monroe incestuously sleeping with two brothers, while waiting for John Kennedy and/or Robert Kennedy to free themselves from politics to arrive for their illicit, sexual rendezvous, she felt just as wicked as Cleopatra or Marilyn Monroe must have felt having forbidden sex.

Feeling alive again for the first time in a very long time, with the death of her husband making her feel just as dead, she enjoyed playing the role of a MILF of a mother, turned desirable diva, turned incestuous vixen. With her sexy nightgown showing a lot of tit along with a lot of leg, she fluffed her pillows and made herself comfortable on the bed while acting as is she always looked as sexy as this. She couldn't wait to see his reaction to seeing so very much of her while posing and waiting for him to come to her.

This was it. The culmination of years of forbidden wanting, sexually teasing, and incestuous lusting has finally come to sexual fruition. This was finally going to happen. With tonight the night, she couldn't wait for her son to come to her bedroom to touch her, to feel her, to fondle her, to caress her, to lick her, and to take her. She couldn't wait for her son to make her his sexy bitch.

What should she do? How should she play her role? Should she struggle or should she submit? Should she pretend that he needs to force her or should she take the control, mount him, and rape him? Playing it all by ear, she'll have to wait and see how he behaves or doesn't behave for her to know if she needs to seduce him further.

The evening before Christmas Eve and two days before Christmas Day, this was the night that she was finally going to have sex with her twenty-eight-year-old son. Not believing that this would ever happen, a long time coming, it took him to marry and divorce, Cynthia, her clone for her to realize that he wanted her and for him to finally want his mother sexually. With nowhere else for him to go, he had returned home for the Christmas holidays and to live with her and be with her sexually forever, she hoped.

With her bedroom door wide open, she heard his bedroom door open and his footsteps coming down the hall.

"Come in Jerry. My door is open. My bedroom door is always open for you," she said giving him a sexy look when he appeared.

Inviting him in her bedroom, as shocked as she was sexually excited, she watched as he filled her doorway with his naked form. Naked. Her son was naked. She couldn't believe her son was naked. Yet, what else would her son wear to an incestuous liaison with his mother? Appropriately not dressed, wearing nothing was his perfect outfit of choice. Perhaps she should have been waiting for him naked too, but with her nightgown so sexy, so sheer, and so beautiful, she'd rather leave something to his imagination and something for him to discover of her later. 

As if on her Honeymoon again with his father, David, unable to stop staring at his exposed prick, her heart skipped a beat and she involuntarily parted her lips to slowly lick them. It had been a long time, years, since she's had a prick in her horny hand, sucked a cock in her willing mouth, and felt a stiff penis part her wet pussy. In the way that she couldn't wait for him to touch her, feel her, fondle her, lick her, and fuck her, she couldn't wait to touch him, feel him, fondle him, suck him, and fuck him.

In the way that she was so very blatantly exposed while sexually attired in her virtually see-through, sexy nightgown, she couldn't believe that he was naked. The first time seeing his cock in a long time, since she caught him masturbating in his room years ago, she couldn't believe that he already had an erection as evidence of his sexual desire for her. As much as he looked like his father fully dressed, he looked even more like his father totally naked. As if tonight, her ghost from her past pleasantly haunted her, he stood there reincarnated as his Dad, David. The same build and the same height, Jerry had the same hard cock as did his father.

As if having an out of body experience, she watched him move to the side of her bed to move his cock close enough for her to take his erection in her hand. While staring up at him, with her hand trembling before touching him, she fondled the head of his stiff prick with her manicured fingers. Then, as if her hand was meant to be there, she wrapped her fingers around his penis to gently and slowly stroke him.

As agreed upon before he entered her room, there'd be no talking in the beginning so that he'd truly believe and could pretend that Janice was his look alike ex-wife, Cynthia, and not his mother. A telling sign that Jerry would go out of his way to find a woman who looked exactly like his mother to marry when he had the real thing already waiting for him at home, she was stunned the first time she met Cynthia. A cougar who took advantage of a son lusting over the forbidden love of his mother, the two women looked so much alike that they could have been sisters, identical twin sisters.

Silently in the dim, romantic, mood lighting of her bedroom, she watched his reaction to her fondling his cock while stroking his cock a little faster. A mother stroking her son's cock is as natural as a mother nursing her son to full recovery from a fever. A mother having sex with her son is as natural as a mother nurturing her son to become a better man and the man that he has become. Whether she strokes him, sucks him, or makes love to him, just as it's been for thousands of years in ancient times before and all throughout literature, there should be nothing forbidden about a mother giving sexual pleasure to her son.

The look of sexual excitement on his face, a stare that equaled her look of lustful, motherly passion, was nothing that she could have imagined. She couldn't believe that this was really, finally happening. Yet, with him standing before her naked and her practically naked with what she was wearing or not wearing, they were both ready for passionate and romantic incestuous love. Meant to be, there was no way that they could further deny their sexual attraction with mother and son love.

* * * * *

"Do you like having your cock in my hand?"

Breaking her agreed upon silence to ask her rhetorical question, she couldn't help herself from asking her erotic question of her son. Wanting to know, needing to hear him tell her, instead she settled for a nod of his head. Not expecting an obvious and/or detailed response, she looked up at him before continuing her incestuous rhetoric.

"Would you like for Mommy to suck you?" She looked from his cock to look up at him before looking down at his stiff prick to fondle it while stroking it. "I bet you can't wait to fuck me," she said. "I can't wait for you to make love to me."

She reached beside her to add another pillow behind her back. Now sitting more upright, she could see herself in the full length mirror that stood off to the side in front of her while she played with her son's cock. With her son standing beside her bed, she could see his cock in the mirror too.

"Bring your cock to my lips so that I may lick it before sucking it," she said looking up at him as if he was her deceased husband instead of her adult son.

In an instant, his erect prick was poised and stiffly ready by his mother's mouth for her to lick his cock before sucking his cock. In the way that she did with her husband so very long ago, the only man she truly loved, she flicked out her tongue while staring up at her son. Not pretending that her son was her husband, as was rules of The Game of Pretend that they agreed to play, she cheated by breaking the rules. Knowing full well that she was giving her son oral pleasure, she ran a slow tongue across the head of his engorged dick before moving her tongue all over his hard prick. 

As if he was a human sausage or a firm, ripe banana, she licked her son before taking him in her mouth. She was sucking him now, really sucking him while gently cupping his testicles. He seemed to enjoy her hand cupping his balls while she sucked his hard cock. Her sexy dream come true, she couldn't believe she was sucking her son. A long time coming, no pun intended, and something that she's been wanting to do for years, she was finally blowing her son.

Knowing he'd enjoy seeing such a sight, she stared up at him with her big, blue eyes, while watching his reaction to her having his hard, hairy prick in her mouth. Stroking him while sucking him and while staring up at him, she was in sexual Heaven. Not wanting him to cum in her mouth, not yet anyway, she ejected his prick from her mouth with her tongue. Her turn for some sexual pleasure before sexually satisfying him, she raised her nightgown to her waist and spread her legs as if she was receiving him instead of delivering him. Having flashed him her pussy many times before with up nightgowns, this was the first time that she was giving him a close up inspection of his mother's cunt. She couldn't wait for him to touch her, finger her, and lick her where no son should ever touch, finger, and lick his mother.

Being the breast man that he is, like father like son, knowing that he'd want to have his wild, wicked way with her naked tits, she removed her nightgown to show her son her naked breasts. Truth be told, she exposed her breasts to him again for his sexual enjoyment as much as she did for her sexual pleasure too. Close up and hands on, he had already seen her naked breasts one time before. On of all days, his wedding day five years ago, he saw her tits when he opened her bedroom door unannounced without knocking and caught her standing there dressed in only her white, bikini panties.

When he saw her big breasts, her areolas, and her erect nipples, staring at her as if he had just won a new, Mustang GT in a lottery, his look of sexual arousal matched hers. Instead of leaving her bedroom with his apologies and closing her door behind him, he surprised her by stepping in her room to tickle her. With her always sexually teasing him, she couldn't believe that he was now sexually teasing her by physically tickling her.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle," he said reaching out both of his horny hands to tickle her.

Daring not to move, pretending to be so helpless in his tickling assault, she wondered if he'd do more than just tickle her. Besides just staring, would he dare touch and feel her naked breasts? Would he dare finger her nipples? Then, answering her question, it happened.

Inadvertently and/or deliberately touching her breasts, feeling her breasts, and fondling her breasts while sliding his slow hands across her erect nipples on the pretense of reaching around her to tickle her ribs, she couldn't believe he saw and felt so much of her. Never has he dared grope her and/or feel her in such an inappropriately sexual way before. With her feigned protests, feeble defensive actions, and with her covering her nakedness with her hands and forearms, she did her best to stop him from sexually molesting her when, instead, she wished he'd do more to show his lust for her.

"Jerry. Don't. Don't you dare tickle me. Stop. No! Oh, my God, I'm so embarrassed that you're seeing and touching my tits. Jerry. Stop. This is wrong. With me being your mother and your bride ready to walk down the aisle, this is so very wrong."

Then, playing her role as the innocent mother being sexually assaulted by her aggressive son, when she wouldn't remove her hands and arms from revealing her naked breasts to his horny eyes, he gently but forcefully pulled her arms behind her back. Holding them there by her wrists with one hand, his other hand was all over her big tits. With her wanting him to touch and feel her anyway, so helplessly obedient to the sexual whims of her son, he paraded her to her full, length mirror so that he could see the reflection of her naked tits while he grabbed them. Touching her, feeling her, fondling her, and caressing her big boobs under the pretense of tickling her, never has anyone groped her in such a wicked way since her prom thirty years ago and since the days of drive-in movies with her horny, take no for an answer dates.

Now that he was touching her and feeling him, with him making his incestuous intentions known to her, she wished he'd call off the wedding. She wished he wouldn't marry that woman. She wished he'd stay with her and live happily forever after as man and woman instead of as mother and son. Only, just as he shocked her by having his wicked way with her tits, once she finished dressing in readiness for his wedding, he shocked her when he abruptly left her room, closed her door, and left her troubled, confused, sexually aroused, and sexually frustrated to marry Cynthia. Giving her hope by giving her mixed signals when he had his wicked way with his tits just before his wedding, how dare he do that to her?

That was five years ago. A lot has changed in five, long years without having her son in her life. With him no longer living with her, after being stolen from her by an imposter, an interloper, and a cougar, Janice sold her house and bought a condo. Twisting her somewhat mentally after losing her son to another woman, a woman her age and who looked exactly like her, living alone weighed her down with sadness and loneliness. She missed her son every day. Yet, now that he finally saw the light and divorced that bitch, with happy days here again, he's home again with his mother now.

* * * * *

"Touch me," she said taking him by the wrist to pull his hand to her pussy and to direct his fingers to her slit. "Feel how wet I am for you," she said looking up at him to see his reaction to touching his mother's pussy. "Yes, that's right. Go ahead. Don't be shy. Stick your finger inside of me. Rub my clit. Gently and not too hard. Slowly and not too fast," she said instructing him in how to pleasure her.

She looked at him while wondering what he was thinking. By evidence of his stiff, pulsating prick, she didn't have to wonder what he was thinking for long. Encouraged by the sight of his hard cock, she continued her sexual instruction.

"Now insert the tip of your finger inside me a little deeper and press down right here," she said holding his finger while pushing down on it as if she was teaching her son how to finger paint. "Wiggle your finger a little while moving it in and out as if you're humping me with your finger instead of your cock. Press here and push there," she said guiding his finger with her finger.

As if he was slowly inflating a mattress with his fingers instead of with his mouth, she closed her eyes and allowed the sexual pleasure to warm her, fill her, and consume her before exciting her. Not wanting to rush things, taking it slow with his fingers inside of her being enough for her for right now, especially with this their first intimate time together, albeit suddenly feeling more wicked, she couldn't wait to feel him inside of her. With Jerry standing beside her bed, she fondled and stroked his cock while he rubbed and fingered her pussy. Not knowing how long their mother and son sexual relationship would last but while there with her, she hoped that he'd want to take her sexually every day and every night. 




Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 01



"Get in bed with me," she said inviting him to be with her while looking up at him with sexy eyes.

Surprising even her, instead of moving beside her, immediately he moved between her legs to finger her while licking her. Her sexual fantasy come true, with him rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy while licking her, she couldn't wait to cum in his mouth. She couldn't wait for him to mount her, move his cock inside of her, and make sweet love to her. If only to see the excited look on his face when he explodes his incestuous desire for her, his mother, in her mouth, she couldn't wait to suck his cock. She couldn't wait to swallow his cum.

With her son rubbing her clit, fingering her hole, and fucking her deeper with his long, stiff fingers while licking and licking her, as if far away in the distance yet deep down inside of her, there was a soft metallic ringing in her ears. Now nearly ready to cum but not wanting to have an orgasm just yet, she reached down for him. He wiped away his mother's vaginal secretions with the back of his hand and she kissed the rest away with her mouth, lips, and tongue. As soon as he moved beside her, they held one another and kissed. French kissing one another, they kissed and kissed. Holding him in her arms while feeling the warmth of his body, immediately he moved on top of her as if they were longtime lovers instead of mother and son.

With her legs spread wide open to accommodate him, she felt him mount her before feeling him in between her legs. Even though she wanted to take this slower to make this a special, memorable occasion with it being their first time together, she couldn't wait to make love to her son. Reaching her hand down, she directed his stiff prick inside of her. She was so slippery, soaking wet. Never has she been as wet, even for her husband. Making love to her son in the way that she made love to his father, she returned his humps with hers. Kissing and kissing him before, during, and after making love, as much as she was enjoying making love to her son, she couldn't wait for him to fuck her, really fuck her hard. 

Gradually becoming more intrusive, the ringing in her ears grew louder with an urgent desperation for her to do something about it and to somehow stop it. Now there was an annoying, unnerving, continual loud ringing in her ears. Growing even louder as if shouting at her, interfering with her having sex with her son, she just wanted to make it stop and make the annoying sound go away. As if the ringing was a siren from a smoke alarm, she didn't know what it was until the ringing was so loud that she couldn't take it anymore. She pushed her son off of her to sit up in bed for her to discern where the ringing sound was coming from and what the ringing sound was.

It was the phone. She couldn't believe it was the phone. What time was it? She looked at her nightstand clock and it was one o'clock in the morning. Who would be calling her at this hour? After waiting so very long to be with Jerry, how dare someone interrupt her time with her son? So ensconced with finally being with and having sex with her son, she couldn't believe that she couldn't even distinguish the ring of the phone while playing her game of pretend.

Ready to scream at whomever was calling her at this late hour, ready to give them a good piece of her mind, what was left of it, and hang up the phone to return to having sex with her son, she composed herself before picking up the receiver. With her son's cock buried so very deeply inside of her and with him humping her as hard and as fast as she was humping him, she was so close to cumming. Yet needing to stop that God forsaken ringing, she couldn't wait to answer the phone and return all of her focus from the intrusive phone call to her son. 

To be continued... 



Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 02



Warning: The Pretend Game is just a game of pretend. DO NOT PLAY THE PRETEND GAME AT HOME without professional supervision.

No characters in this story are underage. Mother is 49-years-old and her son is 28-years-old

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To the tune of all I want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth, all I want for Christmas is my son naked...and in bed with me.

Her nightly routine was falling asleep while or just after masturbating herself. Unable to sleep since her son left her for that other woman, the only way she could sleep now is when sexually fantasizing about him having sex with her. Dreaming of her son gave her some sort of sexual satisfaction if only by her own hand. Forcing herself awake before cumming, she dropped her vibrator and dildo to reach for the phone. She couldn't imagine who'd be calling her at this late hour.

"Hello?"

Still sexually excited from masturbating herself and half asleep from dozing while lost in her sexual fantasy of pretending that she was incestuously intimate with her son, Jerry, Janice answered the phone in a fog sleep mixed with horniness.

"Mom?"

Mom? Confused and not yet fully awake and convoluted in her thinking with someone calling her Mom, she thought that the phone call was from her mother from beyond her grave. It took her a long moment to realize that the caller had called her Mom and it took her another moment to realize that the caller was her son.

"Jerry? Is that really you?"

It was so good to hear his voice. After having masturbated herself nearly every night over the thoughts of him naked and in bed with her, now her nightly routine for her to fall asleep, she felt guilty sullying the image of him by masturbating over him. Broken hearted and sad after having lost all contact with him once he left with Cynthia and moved to California, she couldn't believe he was finally calling her after all these years. All she had left of him were her sexual, masturbation fantasies with him assuming a starring role, a role only played by her deceased husband many years before.

"Yes, it's me Mom," he said with excitement. 

Suspecting that there was something dreadfully wrong for him to break his silence in calling her, she listened closely to his voice for any clue why he'd be calling her at this hour.

"Is there something wrong?"

Hurt, injured, and/or bleeding at the side of the road, she wondered if he had been in an accident. With neither one of them having been arrested before, a first time for everything, she wondered if he was calling her from jail and needed her to help him arrange bail. Her mind wildly raced wondering why he'd call her after all these years, especially so late. Too grateful for his telephone call for any anger that he hadn't called since he abandoned her for Cynthia wasn't even part of her motherly emotion and/or concern. She was just happy that he was calling now, especially when she was just thinking of him naked and in bed with her while sexually pleasuring her with her finger, her vibrator, and her dildo, aptly named, Jerry, after her son.

"There's nothing wrong Mom," he said nearly giddy with happiness. "I'm coming home for the holidays," he blurted out with excitement. 

Home? Did he just say that he's coming home? Startled awake and rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the hopes that she still wasn't dreaming, she couldn't believe her ears. He's coming home. Her son is returning home for a visit. Such a wonderful Christmas surprise, she was so happy. Won't he be surprised to discover that she sold her old house to buy this modern condo?

"You are?"

As if he had been incarcerated in prison or away in a foreign country while at war, too good to be true, she couldn't wait to see her beloved son again after such a very long absence. Five years without seeing him and without even talking to him is a very long time. Never having contacted her during that time, she figured that he cut all ties with her because of Cynthia and/or because of the guilt that he felt for incestuously wanting her, his own mother. His wedding day that last time she saw him, was the day that he was all over her big, naked breasts with his horny, take no for an answer hands. Never forgetting that day that he so wanted her, she still masturbates over the thoughts of him seeing, touching, feeling, and groping her bare breasts.

"I'll be there tomorrow for Christmas Eve, actually being that it's so late, today is tomorrow," he laughed. "Only having to stop once from Los Angeles, not too bad, I'm in Chicago now. We had to change planes. I'll be home in a few hours. "

Christmas Eve? That's right. She had to jog her memory to remember that later tonight was Christmas Eve. Since her son left, Christmas has lost all meaning. Not much fun celebrating the holidays alone, she sometimes doesn't even remember what day it is until looking at a calendar. With no one to buy gifts for, he didn't even give her his address in California for her to send him something. Having nothing to give him for Christmas, before he arrived home, as soon as the stores opened, she'll run out and buy him a Christmas gift and she knew exactly what to buy him.

"You will? You'll be here in just a few hours?"

The excitement of a mother happy to see and to be reunited her son again, as if letting go of his hand and losing him in a crowd, was unexplainable. The excitement of a lover happy to see and to be reunited with her lover again, she felt as if they had been lovers when the most they've done is lust over one another. She couldn't wait to see him again. She couldn't wait for Jerry to return home and to be with her and where he belongs.

"Yes, I will. I'm coming home Mom," he said with excitement. "I miss you Mom. I love you."

'He misses me,' she thought to herself unable to believe what she was hearing. 'He loves me,' she thought to herself as if pulling pedals from a rose while thinking, he loves, he loves me not.

A first time for everything, never has he said that he loves her, not since he was a little boy and before his father died. Just an unspoken word, perhaps too painful for him to admit for fear that his mother would die one day too, she knew he loved her. Nonetheless, she always told her son that she loved him and she did, only she loved him more than a mother should love her son. Always and convolutedly blaming her, he was angry that his father was dead and wasn't coming home. Then, once he released the grief from his system and with him obviously realizing that it was just a car accident, they became close, no doubt by the realization that he could lose her in a car accident too.

With just the two of them making their way through life while grieving their loss of her husband and his father, mother and son became inseparable. Doing everything together, as if they feared losing one or the other too, it wasn't until Cynthia came along that they separated. Instead of a mother living alone with her son, was it any wonder why they'd develop such strong feelings for one another as a woman who loves her man and as a man who loves her woman?

Then after seeing the kind of woman that he was attracted to enough to marry, a cougar nearly twice his age, she couldn't help but wonder if he loved her not as a son who loves his mother but as a man who loves a woman. Until he groped her bare breasts on his wedding day, always guilty for the lustfully, incestuous thoughts she had, she always thought that she was the one who was sexually attracted to her son and not the other way around. In addition to being his mother, in the way that Cynthia was his woman for a short period of time, she'd love to be the only woman in his life.

Now that she knows that his preferred woman looks exactly like her, maybe things between them will be different. Perhaps with him obviously wanting her, maybe their relationship will be more open and honest. Maybe this time she'll be able to seduce him. Then, as if a phonograph needle scratching across a record, she thought of Cynthia.

"I love you too, Jerry," she said stopping herself from saying more than that.

She wished she could tell him all the sexual things that she's dreamt about doing with him. She wished she could tell him all the sexual things she wished she could do to him now that he's coming home. If only Santa knew how naughty she's been with her inappropriate thoughts for her son, surely she'd received coal and orange peels in her stocking.

"I'm so happy Mom. I can't wait to see you again," he said sounding as happy as he sounded sincere.

Daring herself to be just as aggressive as Cynthia had been in enticing her son away, she wanted to say something sexual but stopped herself with the thought of his evil, vindictive wife visiting her too. Wanting to make his visit a pleasant one and not an uncomfortable one with incestuous sex hovering in the background, she'd play it all by ear after he arrived. Wanting him to give her his address, phone number, and e-mail address before he left, she didn't want to go another five years without contacting her son. Afraid to ask the question, she needed to know the answer.

"What about Cynthia? Is she coming with you for a visit too?"

Gritting her teeth while awaiting for his unbearable response, she hoped Cynthia would remain in California. She hoped she'd fall in the ocean after an earthquake and, lost forever, be swept out to sea before being killed by a great, white shark in the way that Ahab was killed by Melville's whale, Moby Dick. A fitting end for the woman who stole the son, with her luck, Cynthia would poison the shark with her vile body and be found alive after being washed up on shore like so much trash making its way to the United States from Japan after the tsunami.

Her alter ego, wishing her dead, she hated that woman for stealing her son. Yet now that he's back, even if for just the Christmas holidays, all was temporarily forgiven, that is, until she had to sit across from the woman at the dining room table and politely converse with her over dinner. What the Hell did he see in that woman that he didn't already have at home with his sexually willing mother?

"Cynthia? No," he said painfully and with a long pause after saying her name. "We're divorced Mom. A long story, I'll explain later. I'll see you soon. I have to go."

Divorced? She couldn't believe her ears. Was she dreaming or did her son say that he divorced that bitch? Wishing she could have a detailed conversation now but needing to tell him that she moved, she'd wait until seeing her son before finding out all of the dirty details of his marriage and subsequent divorce.

"Wait," she said. "You don't know where I am. I sold the house and moved to a condo," she said.

"You sold the house? Wow! You moved. Wow! Where?"

"I moved to 33 Apple Blossom Lane, just across town. Let me give you directions," she said hoping he had a pen and paper and glad that she was able to keep her same phone number.

"Don't worry. I'll find you. I'm sure the cab driver knows the location," he said.

"It's a beautiful two bedrooms unit with two and a half baths, a screen in porch, and—" 

"I gotta go to catch my plane. We'll talk more later," he said. "Bye Mom."

Not even giving her a chance to ask what happened between him and Cynthia for them to divorce or giving her the chance to ask him why he hadn't called her in five years, he hung up the phone without even waiting for her to say good-bye.

"Bye Jerry," she said to the dial tone while wishing he had told her that he loved her again.

* * * * *

Divorced? She couldn't believe he divorced that woman or maybe she dumped him. Curious to know who dumped who and why, she wondered what happened. Wishful thinking, she wondered if she had anything to do with her son dumping his look-a-like wife who looked so much like her.

Maybe he had been masturbating over seeing, touching, and feeling her tits in the same way that she had been. Maybe he had been distant with his wife from missing his mother. Maybe he had called his wife Janice or Mom more than once instead of Cynthia while they were making love. No matter who dumped who and why, ding, dong, the bitch of a witch is dead. No more Cynthia getting in the way of her spending time with her son.

She couldn't believe it. Her son was coming home for Christmas and God only knows how much longer he'll stay. Maybe she'll finally have the nerve to seduce her son. Maybe in the way that he put the moves on her on his wedding day when he touched and felt her naked breasts on the pretense of tickling her, he'll be horny and bold enough to try that again or to do even more. Maybe they'll live as man and woman until he finds someone to marry and give her grandchildren. Maybe he'll live with her happily ever after for the rest of her life. 

Tired of masturbating herself with her vibrator and/or dildo while sexually fantasizing of being incestuously intimate with her son, she needed a real cock instead of a pretend one. With it having been years since she had sex, she's played the mournful widow by remaining faithful to the memory of her deceased husband for too long. With her son is the only man in her life, he's the only man able to pull her out of her sexual shell to make her feel like the sexy, loving, and vital woman that she still is.

It was obvious to her now that she needed her son's big, hard prick to complete her life and to continue to live with happiness instead of sadness. Perhaps because her son looked so very much like his father, feeling that it would be more permissible for her to have sex with her son, having sex with Jerry wouldn't feel as if she was cheating on David with another man. Being that her husband is dead, hardly cheating on him with anyone now that she's a widow and has been a widow for twenty years, she couldn't bear to be with any man other than her son. 

Nonetheless who she had sex with or didn't have sex with, tired of playing The Pretend Game by herself, a game meant for two to play, maybe she'll coerce Jerry to play The Pretend Game with her. Tired of being so alone and feeling so lonely, maybe this time, with him just as horny and just as vulnerable as she is, she'll finally have the nerve to seduce her son instead of pretending every night that Mr. Dildo and Mr. Vibrator are him. Maybe this time, they'll have a bond between a mother and her son that no other woman can break. Maybe this time, he'll realized that he's always loved his mother and has always sexually wanted her all along. Maybe this time, he'll finally realize that his place is with his mother and by her side in her bed.

A long flight made longer with changing planes, he arrived early from the airport and she gave him the time that he needed to rest, get showered, changed, and to collect himself. It took her all the self-control that she had not to enter the bathroom on the pretense of giving him clean towels. Yet, not wanting to rush things, especially now with Cynthia out of the picture, she had plenty of time to seduce him. With him occupied in his room, she ran out to the store to buy him his Christmas gift. That evening, Christmas Eve, now that Jerry was settled from his long flight from Los Angeles to Boston, a grand reunion, mother and son relaxed in the living room. Being that Christmas was tomorrow, confronting the hopeful pleasures at hand, it was time for her to discuss their immediate and hopefully intimate plans for Christmas.

* * * * *

Not wanting to start in with Cynthia as their first topic of conversation after five years not communicating with one another, avoiding that incestuous loaded discussion for now, she was more interested and concerned with her son's health and wellbeing. Deciding to ask him an innocent and appropriate holiday question instead, so happy that he's here with her now, she looked at him with a motherly smile. Fortunately or unfortunately, really not feeling guilty enough to care, she couldn't help herself from thinking of all those times she pretended he was naked and in bed with her while having passionate sex with her when playing her game of pretend. As if undressing him with her eyes, as if he was already sitting there naked while wishing she was sitting there naked too, she looked at him and smiled.

"What do you want for Christmas Jerry?"

A rhetorical question being that she already bought him his gift, she wondered what he'd say he wanted for Christmas. Had she had more time to shop, she would have bought him more gifts instead of just the one. Yet, what she bought him, a gift they both could share, should more than suffice for now. Actually, instead of buying him anything, she knew that gift that she'd love to give him, if only she had the boldness to gift him such a thing and if only she knew that he'd welcome and appreciate such a brashly audacious, sexual move on her part.

Even after all this time apart and even after he married a woman who looked exactly like her, incest was a game that they both still needed to play. Before she could have sex with her son, she needed to know if he wanted her as much as she wanted him. With her making all of the moves in the past and with his only move being when he grabbed her naked breasts on his wedding day, she needed assurance that he still wanting her. She didn't want to ruin their mother and son relationship by spoiling it with incestuous, sexual pressure.

Instead of having a red letter branded on her forehead as if she was Hawthorne's Hester Prynne in The Scarlet Letter, Janice looked at her son as if imagining the Christmas gift that she'd like him to have, if only she dared. She envisioned giving him herself wrapped in nothing but clear cellophane with a big, wide, red ribbon tied around her ass and with smaller, red bows on her exposed, blonde, trimmed pussy and stuck on her hard, erect, pink nipples. Imagining the look of shocked surprised and hopefully sexual anticipation and erotic excitement on his face, she wondered what he'd say when he saw her wrapped in nothing but cellophane, red ribbon, and decorated with red bows.

As if she was his naked version of Scarlett Johansson, his dream woman, she wondered what he'd do when seeing her posing naked by the Christmas tree when he emerged from his bedroom to see what Santa brought him. Touching her and feeling her everywhere, with him having as much fun unwrapping her as she'd have in sexual excitement being unwrapped, she was so tempted to surprise him by gift wrapping herself in such a shockingly lewd and lascivious way. Using the holidays as her excuse and with her his welcome home gift, if only she had some wide, red ribbon, red bows, cellophane, bubble wrap, or enough Saran wrap on hand, she may consider doing just that. It aroused her just to think of exposing herself to her son in such a holiday way. Cynthia would never do something as daring fun as that.

"Mom! You're naked," she imagined him stating the obvious while staring at all that he could see of her through clear cellophane.

As if she was a more mature version of Naomi Watts, another favorite woman of his, posing naked for him in her cheesecake position with her hand behind her head and one knee up, she imagined her son staring at her as if she was a full course, Christmas feast. She wondered if seeing her naked would entice her son to get naked too. In the way that she'd love to suck him, she wondered if he'd lick her and eat her before making love to her. What man wouldn't be aroused by seeing a nearly naked woman posing in front of the Christmas tree even if that woman was his mother, especially if that woman was his mother?

Normally a woman of modest propriety and of high moral values, when it comes to her son, she's always been filled with horniness for him. Normally reserved and shy, she loses all manner of composure when it comes to Jerry, even enough to flash him constant and continual down blouses, down nightgowns, up skirts, and up nightgowns. Never wanting to flash anyone else, she's never flashed any man other than her son and her husband before him. Reminding her so very much of her husband, there's just something about Jerry that makes her want to do inappropriately, sexy things with him in the way that she did with David.




Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 02



After losing her mind a little first with the death of her husband and then losing a little more of her mind with the five year loss of her son in her daily life, she was still unable to help herself from being sexually attracted to him then as she still is now. More her than him and more than ever before, she managed to control her sexual urges and incestuous lust for him by masturbating herself while imagining having sex with him when pretending that he was there with her in her bedroom every night. With him back living with her now, she didn't know if she could control herself any longer from embarrassing herself when making a sexual pass at her son. With her so horny and him so handsome and looking so much like her husband, she was having a difficult time thinking of anything else but sex. If only he'd make the first move, she'd make all of the rest.

With her the willing lover, eagerly agreeable to having sex with her son if he so wanted, he's the one who rejected her by leaving her. He abandoned her for the sexual affections of girlfriends, all of whom physically resembled her in one way or another, that is, before he found what he thought was his perfect match and married that bitch of a wife, Cynthia, who looked exactly like her. Yet, maybe he married Cynthia because he thought that he couldn't have his mother. Maybe Cynthia was the only way that he could be intimately and sexually be with his mother without being deemed an incestuous pervert. Why else would he abandon her for another 49-year-old look-a-like woman?

* * * * *

Once he was gone, having not staked her claim by confessing her true feelings to him, she regretted her indecision not to seduce her son when she had the chance. Perhaps had she made her play for him the in the way that Cynthia made her play for him, with Cynthia a poor substitute for his mother, he may have never married her. He may have never left his mother for another woman. He may have stayed home with her instead of taking off with Cynthia for California. Now back home with her and with the fading memory of his ex-wife behind him, all of the sexual lust she felt for him then has returned in an incestuous rush now.

Maybe had she had sex with her son long ago, she'd be over him and wouldn't be as sexually frustrated when thinking of him now. Maybe had she had sex with her son then, with him having no reason to marry her clone, mother and son would abnormally and immorally still be together playing their incestuous games of tickle and tease. No matter and of no consequence, with his ex-wife out of the picture, her son was back where he belonged and with his mother now. Together forever, one day at a time, willing to settle for any small affection while hoping for more, she'll take whatever is given her.

With everything happening for a reason, now that she knows the type of women that he's attracted to, a women her age and a women who looks like her, as if he's given her his stamp of romantic approval to seduce him, she was sexually aroused again in the way she was before he left her for Cynthia, that witch of a bitch. With him kicked out of his house, Cynthia's house actually, he lived with a friend. Once his divorce was finalized and with nowhere else to go, his mother's front door and bedroom door for that matter are always open to him.

* * * * *

"Christmas? With everything else happening Mom, I haven't given much thought to Christmas. Sorry to ruin your holiday fun," said Jerry with sadness and a disinterested shrug. "I'm not much in the holiday spirit."

Seemingly looking at his mother in the way that he looked at his wife when first meeting her, she wondered what he was thinking. She wondered if he sexually thought of her in the way that he sexually thought of his wife. Why wouldn't he? Exact in every physical way, now that she knows they are carbon copies of one another, surely he lusts over her again in the way that he lusted over her before and in the way that he once lusted over Cynthia. Surely, the only reason why he wanted Cynthia was because he thought he couldn't have his mother in a sexual way. If only he knew that she wanted him as much as he obviously wanted her, they wouldn't have wasted five years being separated from one another.

"There's no need for you to apologize Jerry. You are all the joy that I need for me to have a happy holiday and a wonderful Christmas," she said with a warm, sincere smile. "Once you're relaxed and settled living with me again, maybe the holiday season will put you in a happier mood." 

"Sorry but, if you don't mind mother, I'm really not in the mood to celebrate the holidays," he said stubbornly and with negativity.

With him now looking at her in the way that he used to look at his wife, a telling sign, she used that subtle information to her advantage. As if she was a witch who had cast a sexy spell over her son, she was glad that he was so sadly vulnerable to her womanly wiles. For him to look at her in the way that he lustfully looked at her, she assumed that he must be just as horny as she is. Never able to forget it, remembering their last day together, his wedding day, when he was tickling her while touching and feeling her tits, hopefully he's still as horny for her now as he was back then and as she is for him.

"Surely, there must be something you'd like for Christmas, Jerry," she said so innocently while hoping that he'd say all that he wanted for Christmas was his MILF of a mother naked and in bed with him.

A loving gift that they both can share, how wonderful would that be to be together as man and woman instead of as mother and son at last? She couldn't help herself from thinking of gift wrapping herself in cellophane with red ribbon and red bows again. She couldn't help herself from shocking him into sexual action for him to make the first move so that she could make all the rest. Changing the words of the song from All I Want for Christmas is my Two Front Teeth, she sang All I Want for Christmas is my Hot Mother silently to herself.

"Nothing Mom, really. I don't need anything for Christmas," he said with sadness and as if he was a child knowing he'd be getting coal in his stockings for rejecting his mother's love and sexual affection for Cynthia's attention. "Please don't bother to buy me anything. After all that I've gone through the last six years when I first started dating Cynthia, if you don't mind, with the holidays not so happy, I'm really not in the mood to celebrate Christmas."

She couldn't believe the turnaround in him. Having seen the light and hopefully knowing that he'd rather have his mother over his ex-wife, when he left he was in love with Cynthia and now, five years later, he obviously hates the woman as much as she does. Obviously, in the way that he's looking at her now, the same way that her husband looked at her when alive and married to her, she recognized the look. So much like his father, if his father was sexually attracted to her, why wouldn't her son be sexually attracted to her too?

"Okay," said Janice. "I understand. With just the two of us, we'll have a quiet Christmas together. How's that? No gifts and no celebration, just a relaxing holiday."

"Yeah, a quiet Christmas would be nice instead of a holiday full of arguing and filled with fighting with Cynthia," he said looking as if he wanted to say more before falling silent.

Unable to stop herself from wondering if she was the reason for their breakup, she wished she was a fly on the wall to hear what they argued and fought over. A son's immoral love and inappropriate, sexual attraction for his mother, she wondered if they fought over her. 

"I'll make a turkey dinner, your favorite," she said.

She remembered how much he enjoyed their holiday meals together.

"With cranberry sauce and stuffing?"

Not looking forward to going through all the trouble of making a Christmas dinner before when eating alone, she was looking forward to preparing a feast for him now. On the pretense that he'd surprise her by coming home for the holidays one year, and as she's done every year since he's been gone, she was glad that she had already bought all the fixing for a Christmas dinner in advance. 

"Yes," she said.

She imagined him spreading cranberry sauce and filling her pussy with stuffing before licking it and eating it off of her.

"And homemade, apple pie with ice cream?"

She imagined him creaming her naked body with Ben and Jerry's, Cherry Garcia ice cream and licking it off of her where no son should ever lick his mother.

"Of course," she said happy to be cooking for her son again.

After eating, imagining comforting him in bed while holding and kissing him, if he'd allow her to show him such loving, motherly affection, she could make him feel better. She could make him forget Cynthia and every other woman in his life. Yet, taking a step back and taking it slower, she resigned herself and was resolute in giving her son time to forget his ex-wife. Wanting him to only think of her, his mother, as the only woman in his life, she was gratefully gratified by what he said next.

"Besides now that I have you back in my life and have a roof over my head," he said in that order with a sad laugh, "I have everything I need after getting away from Cynthia. It's good to be home Mom." He looked at her and gave her a bright smile.

She imagined that he looked at her in the way that he'd be looking at his Thanksgiving Day dessert.

"It's good to have you back in my life Jerry," she said touching and squeezing his hand. "I so missed you."

As if he had just now remembered to ask her, he looked at her with curiosity. A little late to go shopping being that it was already Christmas Eve and with the stores closing soon if not closed already, it's a good thing that he already had a couple of gifts that he had brought with him from California and hidden beneath the couch. He always like surprising his mother with gifts.

"What about you? What would you like for Christmas?"

She was always so jealous of the relationship that Cynthia enjoyed with her son. Funny how she never noticed it before but noticing it now, she recognized the look that he gave her was the same look that he used to give Cynthia. Maybe just wishful thinking on her part and thinking that it was her imagination, perhaps because he was missing Cynthia, but he looked at her in the way that he used to look at his ex-wife. Now, finally, with no other woman in his life to run interference, she couldn't help but imagine that he looked at her in the way that she's always looked at him, with love and with lust.

"I can't help but share your holiday sentiments Jerry," she said playing it cool. "With you here with me, I have all that I need and all I want," she said blushing from the sexual thoughts she was thinking of Jerry naked and in bed with her. "Please don't buy me anything for Christmas either. I can help you financially, of course, but you'll need what little money you have to start a new life."

Perhaps her justification needed for her not to feel as guilty for sexually wanting her son, had her son not reminded her so much of his father, killed so long ago in an automobile accident, maybe she wouldn't have wanted him sexually as much as she wants him now. The spitting image of his Dad, tall, broad shouldered, and with Robert Redford's, thick, blonde hair and Paul Newman's, piercing blue eyes, in the way he talks and walks, he's the reincarnation of his father, David. Beginning to lose her mind then, she truly believed that the same thing that happened to Ryan O'Neal, when reincarnated as someone else in Chances Are with Cybill Shepherd, had happened to her son. Having never stopped loving David and grieving over the loss of her husband that happened nearly twenty years ago, as ridiculous as it sounded even to herself now, obviously needing the five year absence to be reincarnated, perhaps her son is her second chance at happiness.

Seemingly and morbidly, Janice sometimes lived her life as if she was as insane as Miss Havisham in Charles Dickens' Great Expectations while waiting forever to marry her beloved fiancé. Having lost her mind a little when her husband died, still not believing he's really dead, Janice still sometimes expects David to walk through the front door one day. With her husband the same age that her son is now when he died, she can't help herself from looking at her son in the way that she used to look at her husband. Perhaps now that Jerry is back home with her after his long, suffering, five year absence, with stranger things happening every day, maybe he's reappeared and rematerialized in the form of her long, lost husband.

Realizing that she was a little crazy, what always stopped her from seducing her son before was knowing that the sexual feelings that manifested in her were misdirected, inherently wrong, and possibly not shared by him. Moreover, she didn't want to ruin the relationship she enjoyed with her son by sullying it with incestuous sex, especially if that incestuous sex was unwelcomed by him. Still, as if he was her long, lost husband and her fated lover to be, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have passionate, unbridled sex with her son. She couldn't help but imagine having the same sex with her son that she had with her husband and the same sex that she pretended to have with Jerry every night while playing her game of pretend.

To be continued...



Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 03



Warning: The Pretend Game is just a game of pretend. DO NOT PLAY THE PRETEND GAME AT HOME without professional supervision.

Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas 3

"Are you ticklish Mom? Tickle, tickle, tickle... Tickle, tickle, tickle..."

Still a man's world even though women smashed through the glass ceiling years ago, Janice always believed that her sexual life was over once she turned fifty-years-old. With more women surviving men, a smaller pool of men to fish in, what man would want her then, when she's even older than she is now? An age filled with menopause, wrinkles, aches, pains, and medication, she wasn't looking forward to aging. The sad reality is that many older men don't want a woman their age and/or older. They want younger women.

As evidenced by the evening news where women giving the news, especially the weather, are younger and more attractive than their older, male counterparts, men in the public are always older and not as sexually appealing. Especially when it comes to sex, love, romance, and marriage, most men want younger women over older women. Female movie stars, celebrities, and singers get younger and more beautiful while Robert De Nero still acts, Jay Leno still entertains, and Tony Bennett still sings. There are still exceptions to the rule of older females still working with Diane Sawyer still reading the nightly news, Barbara Walters still interviewing celebrities, and Judy Dench still acting. Yet wishing they'd just fade away and die, the unspoken rule is that men want young and beautiful chicks and not old and wrinkled women.

Her last hurrah as a sexually, desirable woman, Janice turns fifty next year, coincidentally, the same age as Cynthia. Unless the man is very young and looking to have sex with his mother, men prefer young, firm bodies over old, wrinkled ones. Before her son met Cynthia, Janice was the only woman in his life. Because of the attention he always gave her and compliments that he routinely paid her, she felt so sexy and so femininely important in his life. Then, when Jerry unexpectedly married her physical clone, something to assuage her sadness and relieve her high anxiety, she enjoyed the sexual fantasy that her son still lusted over her, his mother, instead of his soon to be bride.

Comparatively speaking, with Cynthia a distant second, as far as Janice was concerned, she wondered if Jerry was vicariously wanting to have sex with his mother in the way that she wanted to have sex with her son. Wouldn't that be a hoot if he was wanting to have sex with her all this time and he didn't know it, couldn't admit it to himself, or was unable to make that first move to cross the incestuous line? Nevertheless his inability to show her the incestuous love that he had for her, a telling sign of his sexual attraction to her, why else would he chose a woman who looked so much like her?

Still healthy enough and good looking enough to pass herself off as ten years younger, with her son looking ten years older, and with them meeting somewhere in the middle, she wondered if her son was as sexually attracted to her as she was to him. She wouldn't mind experiencing a young, hard bodied man in her bed sexually, even if it's her son, especially if it's her son. Surrounded by men with big, beer bellies, bad backs, bad attitudes, bad comb overs, and taking Viagra for their erectile dysfunctions, it was refreshing as it was sexually exciting to have her twenty-eight-year-old son want her in such a forbidden way. So happy that he called her and so thrilled that he divorced that bitch, instead of spending the Christmas holidays alone, she'll have him to flirt with, to tease, and perhaps even to seduce should he be open to her sexual advances.

Unable to stop herself from sexually thinking about Jerry, she hoped he'd flash her his cock during their time home alone together, for however long that was. She couldn't wait to innocently albeit voyeuristically bring him fresh towels when he's in the shower. She couldn't wait to wake him up in the morning when he had a big boner hiding beneath his pajamas and covers to reveal to her as soon as he got up out of bed. Repeating the sexy games they used to play, she couldn't wait to deliberately flash him peeks of her body with up skirts, up nightgowns, down blouses, and down nightgowns. Passively declaring his sexual interest in her, as opposed to the aggressive way that she showed her sexual interest in him by continually flashing him, he was always looking whenever she was showing.

In the way that Bryan Brown gave Mimi Rogers a full body, naked massage in the movie aptly named, Full Body Massage, lying stark naked on her bed but for just a tiny towel, she couldn't wait for her son to give her a full body massage. She couldn't wait to accidentally on purpose drop her towel to show him her naked body. In innocently massaging her and with him touching her in all of those forbidden places to relieve her pain while increasing her lust for him, she hoped he'd feel more of her than he should on the pretense that he was eliminating her aches, stiffness, and soreness. Never thinking of herself as a cougar until Cynthia came along and stole the one she so wanted and so loved, she thought more of herself as a kind and caring mother, albeit a mother who loved her son a little too much.

As a mother who's sexually attracted to her son, she told him not to marry Cynthia. As a mother who wanted her son all to herself, she told him that marrying Cynthia was a mistake and, with them divorcing after only five years, it turns out that she was right. As a mother filled with forbidden, lustful, sexual desire for her son, she told him it was wrong to marry a woman who's nearly twice his age, while wishing he'd show his sexual interest in her instead. As his mother, after meeting Cynthia, she was shocked that he was sexually attracted to that woman who looked so much like her. Now understanding why he'd want to marry a woman nearly twice his age, she wanted to tell him that he was marrying her because he wanted his mother but she didn't dare tell him that for fear that he'd think it was her who wanted him. A fine line to cross and a difficult balancing act to master, for fear that she'd confess her secret agenda to him, she couldn't tell him the truth for fear that she'd ruin whatever future relationship they've have.

Yet, now that he's home with her again and with her armed with the insightful knowledge that she's gained by meeting the woman he married, they were back to square one with mother and son sexually teasing one another while incestuously lusting over one another. Maybe this time, she can subtly coerce him and not so subtly convince him to take up with her instead of taking up with another clone of a cougar who doesn't appreciate him in the way that she loves him. Maybe this time they can have sex, sex, and more sex. Cloaking themselves within a sexual fantasy, instead of facing the reality that they're mother and son and forbidden by society to copulate and have coitus, maybe this time they can pretend that they're someone else.

Her incestuous thoughts for her son were always a continued backdrop in her conscious and sub-conscious mind. Nonetheless her sexual feelings for him, other than flashing him, allowing him to freely tickle her while she was topless, and feeling her naked breasts without her voicing serious complaint, but for her naughty thoughts, she's yet to do anything deemed inappropriate with her son. Nevertheless, after missing him for so long and with him with her now, she's unable to control herself. Willing to do anything to keep him by her side, she was finally ready to take the next sexual step with him, that is, if he was willing and ready to finally take the next sexual step with her.

More than just a mother and son sexual relationship, being that they were so much alike and had so much in common, in the same way that she was with her husband, David, they were best friends after all. Besides, after he's already married and divorced a woman who looked so much like her, what man and what son would turn down a woman who looked like her for sex, even if that woman was his mother, especially if that woman was his mother? With all things happening for a reason, maybe the reason why her son returned home was for them to finish what they started when he was getting married on Christmas Day five Christmas ago.

* * * * *

On of all days, his wedding day, a daring move on her part, with romantic delusions and ulterior motives filling her horny mind while hoping to inspire him, she asked him to help her get dressed. When he was barely 22-years-old and she was 43-years-old and with her knowing better, it was then that their teasing finally came to a head while alone with her son in her bedroom. Having never asked for his help in dressing herself before, she asked her son for his help on the pretense that her nails were wet, even though they weren't. Hoping he'd leave Cynthia standing at the altar as a jilted bride, her asking for his help was a last chance, desperate move on her part to seduce her son and to change his mind about marrying that woman. That woman, that predatory cougar of a woman, she hated that woman for taking her son away from her and for ruining her life.

How dare she take her son away from her? Who is she to do that to her? Cynthia doesn't love her son in the way that Janice loves her son. She'd to anything for her son. She'd sacrifice everything for her son. She'd willingly and sexually go where no mother should ever go with her son for him to stay with her.

With timing everything in successfully, sexually teasing and/or seducing her son, she hoped he'd knock on her bedroom door and enter when she was standing in front of her mirror while dressed only in her low cut bra and sheer, bikini panties. An erotic sexual fantasy to have, in was one that she masturbated over a countless number of times. Wanting to give him an erotic show of her nearly naked body, him seeing her in her sexy bra and nearly see-through panty showed him a lot of skin. Perhaps seeing her in her sexy underwear would give him the motivation that he needed to change his mind and not marry Cynthia. Perhaps seeing her in her sexy lingerie would make him want his mother over his soon to be wife. Perhaps seeing her in her bra and panty will make him realize what he's leaving behind at home in Massachusetts to go with Cynthia to California.

"Jerry, I'm going to need your help in zipping my dress and picking out my jewelry later. My nails are still wet," she said shaking and blowing on her fingers while closing her bedroom door with her foot.

Hoping he'd be standing outside her bedroom door while waiting for the right opportunity to knock on her bedroom door, but for her bikini panties, she was naked. How hot would that be for him to catch her topless now? She'd love to flash him her tits. She wondered if he'd stare, look away, or just leave and close the door behind him.

"Okay Mom. No problem," he said from his room down the hall.

Something she's voyeuristically done with him plenty of times before while hoping to catch him dressing, undressing, and/or masturbating, even in her wildest, exhibitionistic, sexual fantasies, she didn't know he'd enter her bedroom without knocking first. She stood facing her closed bedroom door while fixing her hair in her full length mirror and while dressed only in her white, sheer, bikini panties. Mindlessly imagining Jerry catching her in her sexy underwear, not even given the chance to put on her bra and/or to react to him being in her room with her, she was topless when he flung open her bedroom door without knocking.

Never expecting he'd barge in her bedroom but always hoping he would, he surprised even her by his boldness in opening her bedroom door without knocking. Moreover, she surprised even herself by her reaction of remaining frozen in place for him to see her nearly naked body. As sexually aroused as she was shocked, she stood there facing him with her arms by her sides and her naked breasts in full display of his horny eyes. Proud of her breasts, her naked breasts were something she's always wanted to show him and something she always wanted him to see. Whether deliberately or mindlessly in her reaction or lack thereof, she took a long moment to react to her son standing there staring at her big tits and quickly erecting nipples.

"Jerry! You could have knocked," she said feigning embarrassment.

She let out a nervous albeit a sexually excited laugh while attempting to cover her big boobs with her hands and forearms. Unable to cover all of her breasts with her hands and standing there while wishing he'd cover her breasts with his horny hands instead, she waited to see what he'd do. Obviously by his stare, he stood there as if he was a man staring at stripper's deliberately exposed tits instead of a son staring at his mother's surprised, naked breasts.

If he wasn't interested in seeing her big boobs, surely he would have looked away. If he wasn't hoping or expecting something to happen sexually between them, he would have left her room and closed her door behind him with his deepest and sincerest apologies. Seemingly by his horny leer and interested stare, he was as sexually excited as she was. Feeling so vulnerably exposed, if he was going to make a move, this was his chance and the perfect time for him to do it before he said the two words required to marry that other woman.

"Sorry Mom but it's nothing that I haven't seen before," he said with a laugh, a shrug, and with obvious feigned indifference while never removing his eyes from her exposed breasts.

With her never being as sexually excited as she was now, she stared at him staring at her.

"Oh, Jerry, I'm so embarrassed," she said lying in answer to his lie.

Obviously lying that seeing her naked breasts was nothing he hasn't seen before, if he wasn't so sexually excited seeing his mother's tits, then he could have fooled her. If it was no big deal seeing her tits, then why didn't he leave her room and close her door behind him? In the way that he was staring and leering at her, he ogled her as if he's never seen naked breasts before. As if analyzing her while inspecting her tits to make his comparative affirmation, he paused before speaking.

"Right down to her having the same areolas, nipples, and symmetrically shaped breasts as you, Cynthia has the exact, same body as you do," he said encompassing all of her with a sexy leer. 

It was even more sexually arousing when he not only acknowledged seeing her breasts but also when he took the time to compare her breasts to those of his bride to be. Instead of leaving her bedroom and closing her door behind him, as he should have done in common decency and respectful courtesy, he stood there staring at his mother's breasts. Instead of her asking him to leave, with her taking full advantage of her son catching her topless, enjoying the sexual attention that he was paying her, she stood there staring at him in the way that he stared at her. A son staring at his nearly naked mother was just as wicked as a nearly naked mother allowing her son to stare. Then, he did what she never expected he'd do and what no son should ever do with his mother. Instead of leaving her room to give her the privacy that she required to get dressed, he stepped closer to her.

When he stepped closer to her, she thought that he was going to take her in his arms and kiss her. When he stepped closer to her, she thought that he was going to touch her, feel her, and fondle her big tits. Thinking that he was going to tell her that he loved her and wanted her over Cynthia, instead of kissing her and/or touching her and feeling her, he ticked her. Something she never thought he'd do, she couldn't believe that he was tickling her. Hoping that something more would happen than just tickling, she only wished he had tickled her long before. 

Feeling his horny fingers touching her ribs while parts of his hand and forearm touched her tits, she couldn't believe it when he started tickling her while feeling her. All so very erotic, touching her and feeling her breasts without deliberately touching and feeling her breasts was so very sensuous. Never knowing when his hand and arm would brush by her naked breasts teased her to higher levels of sexual excitement. Expectedly waiting for him to touch her breasts, feel her breasts, and caress her breasts while fingering her nipples, she was putty in his big hands.

Tickling and tickling her, he tickled her as if they were pre-teenagers. With him copping inadvertent and/or deliberate cheap feels of her tits while tickling her, she couldn't believe her mature, adult son was tickling his topless mother as if she was fully dressed. Even more unbelievably, with her the more mature adult and with both of them playing a dangerous game of tickle and tease incest, she couldn't believe that she was allowing her son to tickle her as she teased him while topless.

Instead of teasing her by brushing his hand and fingers by her breasts, she wished he'd grab whole handfuls of her naked breasts. She wished he'd finger her nipples. Pulling them, turning them, and twisting them between his fingers, she wished he'd have his wicked way with her tits and nipples. Allowing him to sexually assault her in the way that no son should ever sexually assault his mother, anything for him not to marry Cynthia, she'd allow him to touch and feel her tits while fingering her nipples.

If there was anyone else in the room with her when she was so indisposed with her son, especially if she was with another woman, she would have been embarrassed in front of the woman but not in front of her son. Shameless in her desire to show her son her naked breasts, yet in protection of her reputation, she would have reluctantly asked her son to leave. If there had been another woman helping her to dress, not allowing her son to see any part of her naked body, she would have modestly covered herself with clothing. As witness to their incestuous lust for one another, she wished Cynthia was there to catch them together and to see what they were doing and/or about to do.

With no one else there in the room with them to judge their inappropriate actions, they were alone to play their game of tickle and tease. Wondering how far he'd go in feeling her while ticking her, willing to do anything for him not to marry Cynthia, she'd allow him to go all the way with her body if only he so wanted. Too excited that he was seeing all of her that she obviously wanted him to see of her, she was too sexually excited to stop him from tickling her while staring at and feeling her breasts.

"Jerry don't," she said laughing while turning her body away from him, her only defense, as he tickled her.

As if encouraging his tickling and she was, the more she laughed, the more he tickled her. The more he tickled her, the more his hand brushed by her breasts and his fingers felt her tits. A win/win situation for both of them, she wished he had walked in her room without knocking, caught her nearly naked, and tickled her years ago. If only he knew how much she wanted him to touch her and feel her. If tickling her was his only way to express how he incestuously felt and forbiddingly wanted his mother, then she was willing to be tickled to death to win his sexual affection.

"Ticklish Mom?" He tickled her some more. "Tickle, tickle, tickle... Tickle, tickle, Tickle..."

"Jerry stop," she said laughing while moving away from him.

Backing her into the corner of her bedroom, when she turned her body from him, she felt him press himself against her. A long time since she felt one poking her in her ass, she could immediately feel that he had an erection. Wishing that she could, while wondering what he'd do if she did, she so wanted to fall to her knees, unzip him, and take him in her mouth before taking him in her pussy. Only, tickling his mother was one thing and her sucking and fucking her son was something else. Although with one leading to the other, but with him getting married, she wished they had more time alone together before his looming and impending marriage ceremony happened later that day.




Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 03



Now that he was still in her bedroom with her while she was still topless, she wondered what his agenda was. Was he continuing to tickle her to get her to remove her hands and arms away from her breasts so that he could see, touch, and feel her tits? Or was he tickling her as his pretense and as his prelude to doing more with his mother than just seeing, touching, and feeling her tits? So long as he continued tickling her while touching and feeling her, it didn't much matter which he wanted to do with her.

She was just thrilled that he was finally paying her the sexual attention that she always hoped he'd give her. Maybe with him seeing her tits, touching her breasts, and feeling her boobs was enough for him to call off the wedding. Maybe after this public display of incestuous, sexual affection, while hoping for more than just tickling and teasing between a mother and her son, he'd stay with her instead of abandoning her to move to California with Cynthia. She'd love to see her son leave that bitch of a cougar standing at the altar.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle...," he said. Obviously encouraged by her not stopping him and not even protesting very much, he continued touching and feeling more of her exposed breasts with every tickle. "Tickle, tickle, tickle...," he teased. "Tickle, tickle, tickle," he said touching and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother.

"Jerry don't," she said wiggling away from him. "Jerry stop," she said squirming out of his horny hands. "Don't tickle me. Please don't tickle me," she said laughing harder to encourage him to tickle and to feel more of her. "No more," she said.

Finally allowing him free access to her tits, she turned to face him again. Deliberately moving her hands and arms away from herself, she pushed against him while exposing her breasts to his horny eyes and hands. In her feigned, feeble attempt to push him away, she hoped that he'd touch and feel even more of her and was happy when he did.

"I can't believe you're so ticklish Mom," he said continuing to tickle her as his reason to touch her and feel her while ogling her.

With her breasts bouncing up and down and her tits swaying from side to side while she laughed, moved away from him, and leaned forward to catch her breath, she allowed him to see her breasts from every angle. She allowed him to touch her breasts from every which way. As if she was his Prom date instead of his mother, there wasn't a square inch of her tits that he didn't see, touch, and/or feel.

"Oh my God," she said looking at him staring down at her before looking back up at him with her eyes just as sexually transfixed on him as his was on her. "I'm so embarrassed that you've seen me topless while dressed only in my bikini panties," she said playing her game role in her sexy game of tease. Not embarrassed at all, what she really wanted to say was I'm so sexually aroused that you've seen my tits, touched my tits, and felt my tits.

Figuring their tickling fun was over, he surprised her further in doing something she never thought he'd dare do. As if forcing his mother to do something she'd never willingly do, he grabbed both of her arms and held them behind her back while tickling her, touching her, and feeling her breasts. Feeling her hands pressed firmly against his bulging cock that grew so hard in his pants behind her, little did he know that she's been waiting while hoping that he'd make such an aggressively, incestuous move. Laughing a little too much in her faked, helpless state, she couldn't believe he saw her breasts while feeling her tits and now was forcing her hands to feel his erection poking against his trousers. She couldn't believe he finally saw her topless and nearly naked but for her sheer, bikini panties.

Whether by accident or deliberately, seeing her and touching her now, too late, what difference did it make with him getting married in just a few short hours to a woman who looked exactly like her? She was losing him to that woman, a woman who didn't deserve him, want him, and love him in the way that she did. In their every growing lustful desire for one another, too bad that they didn't have the courage years or even months ago to cross that forbidden incestuous line for them to tickle and tease and do all that they were inappropriately doing now. A mother with her son, especially when adding sex to the recipe, there wasn't a bond stronger than that.

She wished that this was their daily teasing and tickling fun. In the way that he probably does with Cynthia, she couldn't believe that he touched her breasts and felt her breasts on the absurd pretense of helping her to dress while tickling her instead. She couldn't believe that he was touching, feeling, and groping her ample breasts in the way that she always wanted him to touch, feel, and grope her big tits. If only they had started something like this before, maybe they could have developed something that no other woman could come between them to stop.

Perhaps he wouldn't be leaving her now to marry Cynthia. Perhaps he wouldn't be leaving Massachusetts for California if only she made the first move to cross the incestuous line instead of waiting for him to finally tickle her. Filled with as much sadness as she was with regret, she only wished he had done this long ago and long before he met Cynthia. Only with nothing more to do than to enjoy their incestuous moment together, maybe she'd make a sexual impression on him now that he'd never forget later.

With him holding her hands behind her back, he rubbed the palms of her hands against his emerging erection. With her feebly struggling to free herself, she felt his meaty palms slowly slide across her erect nipples. Just as she couldn't believe he grabbed whole handfuls of her tits on the pretense of reaching around her to tick her, she couldn't believe he felt her hard, erect nipples albeit with his palms instead of with his fingertips.

If she didn't know any better, she'd think that her son was purposely holding her hands against his cock while rubbing his erection against his hands. If she didn't know better, she'd think that her son was deliberately touching her and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother. If she didn't know any better, she'd think that her son was as horny as she was for him and hornier for her than he was for his soon to be wife. Able to make him happier than that woman ever could, she wished he wasn't getting married to Cynthia. She wished he'd call off the wedding to stay home with her to play tickle and tease with her every day and every night.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle...," he said while tickling and tickling her. "Tickle, tickle, tickle...," he said while touching and feeling her tits.

She always suspected that her son was sexually attracted to her but she never truly believed that he was. Thinking that she was the one sexually attracted to him, as if an epiphany, if only by the woman he chose to marry, it was then that she realized that she was right. The same height, the same C cup, sized breasts, and the same big, blue eyes and natural blond hair, they could have been sisters instead of mother and daughter-in-law. When Jerry met Cynthia on a dating site and when she met Cynthia that first time, she always wondered what his search criteria was in his description for his perfect woman.

Did he key in that he wanted someone who looked exactly like his mother? Was he specifically looking for a woman who looked like her, a tall, beautiful, blue-eyed, and blonde woman with big tits? Certainly that description would fit a lot of women but not when the woman looked so much like her. It was obvious to her now, especially with him tickling her while feeling her tits and forcing her hands to feel his erection through his pants, that he wanted her and not Cynthia. For certain, he wanted his mother and not some cloned copy.

* * * * *

When they met six years ago, with him barely 22-years-old at the time, Janice always wondered if Jerry was thinking of her while Cynthia was sucking his cock. After seeing their resemblance, she couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking of his mother when he was fucking Cynthia's 43-year-old pussy. Certainly, after meeting Janice and seeing her resemblance to her, Cynthia must have thought the same thing. Wishing it was true and hurting her with remorse and regret if it was true, she always wondered if he married her because he wanted to have sex with his mother.

What she suspected as being true before, especially after meeting Cynthia and especially after this tickling session, she couldn't help but think was even truer now. If only he had shown his incestuous lust for her before, she would have been more than happy to sexually accommodate him. Yet with one preventing the other from taking that next step over the incestuous line, as if they were standing at the edge of a cliff with a perilously fatal fall below, both were too afraid to go where they should never go. Much worse than losing him to a woman his age who looked nothing like her, she only wished that she wasn't losing him to her clone.

The fact that he had his wicked way with her exposed breasts on his wedding day gave her even more evidence and some sexual satisfaction, albeit frustratingly now, that it was her that he wanted instead of Cynthia. In the way that Jerry married Cynthia because, no doubt, he wanted to have sex with his mother, she always wondered if Cynthia married Jerry because she wanted to have sex with her son, Steven, the same age as Jerry. Maybe now that Cynthia was free of Jerry, she'll begin an incestuous romance with Steven in the way that Janice hoped to have an incestuous relationship with Jerry.

"Turn around," she said playing the coy, embarrassed mother while wondering what he'd do next and while hoping he'd do more.

Sexually exciting her by his stare, she's never had any man, including her husband, stare at her tits before in the way that her son was staring at her breasts now. Wanting more, she hoped he'd touch and feel her through her panties. She hoped he'd strip off her panties to grope her ass and finger her pussy. She hoped he'd force her to her knees to suck him before fucking him.

"Okay," he said laughing while turning around. "I'm not looking Mom. You may get dressed."

Before removing her hands from her breasts to put on her bra, wishing he was still staring at her and watching her, she turned to see him facing the other way.

"Being that you've already seen and touched enough of my boobs, I don't want to be flashing you anymore of my tits on your wedding day," she said laughing. No doubt, still titillated that he saw her big tits, touched her big breasts, and felt her big boobs, as much as she was, as soon as her son turned around, she put on her bra, slipped on her pantyhose, and stepped in her dress. "Help me with the zipper please," she said while hoping he'd lift her dress, pull down her panties, pull out his cock, and bend her over her bed while fucking her.

Unable to make the first move, even though perhaps he did by staying in her room while she was topless to tickle her, tease her, and touch her, she was paralyzed when confronted with incestuous sex on his wedding day. Too little too late, perhaps had this been any other day, she would have taken the next step and felt his cock through his pants while he was feeling her tits and fingering her nipples. Yet, as a one last ditch, desperately, hopeful effort, she wished he'd push her back on the bed and take her right there while announcing his love for her and denouncing his love for Cynthia.

She'd suck his cock if only he'd allow her to do that. She'd make love to him if only he'd allow her to do that too. Instead, of marrying Cynthia, a little too late for that with this their wedding today, she wished he'd admit his sexual desire and declare his love for her. An understatement but too little too late for her to feel that too, it was a rush that her son was standing in her bedroom watching her getting dressed, something her husband always did. With her sheer bikini panties barely concealing her naked ass and pussy, never has she exposed so much of her shapely body to her son at one time and never has he touched and felt as much of his mother.

"You look beautiful Mom," he said zipping her dress while kissing her neck as if he was her lover instead of her son.

"Now help me find the right jewelry to wear," she said spraying on some Shalimar perfume. "You're much better at accessorizing me than I am," she said.

Always wanting to be a jeweler, Jerry picked out her earrings, bracelet, and necklace to wear. The last memory of him before he moved across the country to California that was the last time she saw him until he called her to tell her that he had divorced Cynthia. Never invited to his home, Cynthia's house actually, they were equal in their dislike and jealousy of one another. Maybe perhaps because they both knew that Jerry was more attracted to his mother than to his wife, Cynthia didn't like Janice as much as Janice didn't like her.

Not wanting to pry him for information, Janice allowed him to stew and percolate until he was ready to talk. Only, instead of talking and volunteering the private information that she was curious to know, he remained silent about why the relationship and subsequent marriage that he had with Cynthia soured. Not wanting to talk about it, he never did volunteer any personal information about Cynthia and/or about their marital problems nor the reason for their divorce. Curious why he didn't divulge any information, perhaps it was as if he was embarrassed that he married his surrogate mother.

Perhaps realizing that he had made a mistake in marring Cynthia, it was as if he was eager to put that part of his life and her in the past to forget her. Other than negatively passing comments about Cynthia being a bitch, he said not another word about her. It was as if she never existed and as far as Janice was concerned, she'd rather pretend that she didn't exist. Now with her son home and with him already showing his attraction for her by marrying her clone and tickling her while topless, it was up to Janice to take their mother and son relationship to the next level.

To be continued... 



Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 04



Warning: The Pretend Game is just a game of pretend. DO NOT PLAY THE PRETEND GAME AT HOME without professional supervision.

No characters in this story are underage. Mother is 49-years-old and her son is 28-years-old

Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas 4

All I want for Christmas is my son Jerry naked and in bed with me.

Finally, their first Christmas together after a five year interruption, with Christmas Eve here and with no presents beneath the tree, it wasn't much of a traditional Christmas. Anyone else would see this Christmas as depressingly boring but Janice didn't. The most exciting Christmas she's had in five years, she had her son back with her and that's all that mattered.

Moreover now armed with the information that her son sexually wanted her as much as she sexually wanted him, why else would he marry her look-a-like clone? Why else would he have his wicked way with her naked breasts when she was getting dressed on the day of his wedding? Why else would he move back home to be with her in Massachusetts instead of staying in California? Obviously, ready to take this to the next step, they have some unfinished mother and son business. 

* * * * *

Even though Jerry expressed that he didn't want anything for Christmas, she bought him something anyway, a bottle of very expensive, single, malt scotch. A mutually beneficial gift, with her able to share in the holiday spirits too, she enjoyed single, malt scotch also. Having ulterior motives in buying Jerry the scotch, Janice figured he could drown his sorrows in alcohol or maybe he'd get drunk enough to talk to her about what happened between him and Cynthia. As entertaining as it would be informative, she'd love to hear how he hurt that bitch after she stole him away from her.

With her imagination running wild, maybe they'd get drunk enough together that they'll kiss, cuddle, and sleep in the same bed together in the way that he used to do whenever he had a nightmare as a child. Only, now that he's an adult, instead of just sleeping, she hoped he'd touch her and feel her during the night. With their hands touching and feeling one another in places that they'd never touch and feel one another when awake, she hoped he'd spoon her in the way that she wanted to be spooned and in the way that she wanted to spoon him. Maybe, in the innocent way of spooning as their form of foreplay, he'll tickle her again while touching and feeling her tits and she'll tickle him while touching and feeling his cock.

With the alcohol loosening their sexual, incestuous inhibitions and with one thing leading to another, maybe they'll not only end up in the same bed together but also finally have mother and son sex. Or more likely, maybe after drinking too much, they'd both retire to bed drunk in separate bedrooms and get a good night's sleep. She hasn't slept very well with him gone. For her to sleep, she had to masturbate over the thoughts of him. Now that he's home with her, she'll be sleeping without difficulty. Only, now that he's home, the last thing she wanted to do was to sleep.

"Merry Christmas Mom," he said kissing her on the lips. 

More than just a peck, it wasn't even as long as a smooch.

"Merry Christmas Jerry," she said returning his kiss while tempted to slip him some tongue. 

Such a wicked mother, feeling him pulling away from her when she returned his kiss, she sensed him becoming distant to her sexual desire or was he just feeling guilty from the sexual thoughts he was having of her. Nevertheless his response to her kiss, she made the kiss last longer as her not so subtle hint that she enjoyed kissing him. Not wanting to rush things, she controlled her incestuous lust for her son by taking it slower. Instead of prolonging her kiss by pressing her lips harder against his and/or slipping him her tongue, disappointed that he didn't want to kiss her as much as she wanted to kiss him, she broke off the kiss to hand him his Christmas gift, the bottle of scotch.

Thinking again of wrapping her naked body in cellophane decorated with a big, red ribbon and red bows, maybe if they both got drunk enough, she may just surprise and shock him in doing something equally as naughty. Imagining the look on his face when seeing her nearly naked again, she'd love for him to take his time unwrapping her and while giggling with glee. Just as she'd love for him to unwrap her, she'd love to undress him.

"We said no presents," he said accepting her gift and unwrapping it.

"Wow, a 25-year-old bottle of Glenlivet XXV. This scotch is almost as old as I am," he laughed. "Awesome Mom. Thank you but this must have cost you a fortune." 

"A special occasion, the scotch did cost a lot but I couldn't resist. The gift is just some holiday spirits to get us both in the mood," she said. "Besides the Glenlivet is not only my Christmas gift to you but something we both can share. The scotch is also my celebration gift to welcome you home. I'm so glad you're here with me Jerry," she said hugging him and kissing him again as if he were her boyfriend instead of her son.

Accepting her motherly affection with a smile and seemingly loving her attention, he stared at the bottle of scotch before staring up at her. No contest, in the way that he was looking at her, obviously she was more valuable than an entire truckload of $350 bottles of scotch.

"I bought you something too Mom," he said pulling away from her to reach beneath the sofa to hand her a gift.

"Thank you but you shouldn't have," she said unwrapping it. "Perfume. My favorite, Shalimar. How'd you know?"

"That's all you wear Mom," he laughed. "You've been wearing that for years. That's the perfume you wore on the day of my wedding," he said surprising her that he remembered her perfume.

She wondered if he was going to say anything about tickling her and about touching and feeling her tits. Going from a perfume memory on his wedding day, she began dwelling on sex while remembering him seeing her tits, touching her tits, and feeling her tits. For sure, if he remembered her perfume on that fateful day, then he must remember seeing her tits and feeling her tits when tickling her in the way that she'll never forget that erotic experience. By buying her the same perfume she wore on his wedding day, she wondered if the perfume evoked a memory in him as it did with her when having his wicked way with her naked breasts. Maybe the reason why he bought her the Shalimar, she wondered if the smell of her perfume would make him want to have his wicked way with her breasts again.

Maybe by giving her this perfume, she wondered if he's hoping to have another topless, tickle fest later. She couldn't wait to spray some perfume on herself to find out if he'd tickle her again. She couldn't wait to stand behind her bedroom door topless when only wearing her sheer bikini panties while hoping he'd open her door without knocking. Tickle, tickle, tickle, now that he was back with her, she hoped he'd play more touchy and feely games with her.

"Thank you. I needed more perfume. I'm almost out," she said opening the perfume to give herself a couple of quick squirts while hoping that the fragrance would inspire him to jump up out of his chair and to start tickling her.

Encouraged by watching his reaction to her filling the air with her perfume, he watched her spray the perfume before sniffing the air as if sniffing his mother. A familiar fragrance, he seemed pleased with himself that he bought her perfume and that she was using it right away. Maybe later, when he's standing next to her, he'll tickle her. Maybe later, he'll show the incestuous desire that he had for his mother again.

"I have something else for you too," he said reaching for a gift that was hidden beneath the couch again.

She couldn't believe that he had a stash of gifts beneath the sofa.

"Jerry! You shouldn't have spent your money," she said with glee.

He looked at her as if debating if he should tell her what he was thinking.

"Actually, it was something that I bought for Cynthia but never gave her. Knowing that you're both the same size and with our divorce inevitable, I figured I'd give the gift to you instead."

Hoping it was something sexy that she could wear to entice him and to tease him to make the next move, she looked at him with a much love as she looked at him with lust.

"Thank you, I think. Normally I'd be offended receiving another woman's gift but your gift is appreciated when knowing that I'm taking something else away from Cynthia besides my son," she said laughing.

As if waiting for his permission to open the gift, she stared at the box before looking up at her son.

"Open it," he said.

She tore through the paper and opened the box.

"Jerry, it's so beautiful," she said removing it from the box to hold it up. "Much better than my long, flannel ones, this is the sheerest, sexiest nightgown I've ever seen," she said with a laugh. "Thank you," she said.

So glad that he gave her the sexy nightgown instead of giving it to that bitch Cynthia, she looked at him as if she was already wearing the nightgown in preparation for bed and in readiness for sex.

"Perhaps, after you've had a couple of drinks, you can model it for me later," he said with a sexy smile and a naughty wink.

As if daring her to change and model the nightgown for him, he looked at her as if she was already wearing the nightgown in readiness for bed and for sex. He didn't have to dare her to model the sexy nightgown because, in the horny way she felt about her son, she'd model this sexy, virtually see through nightgown in a heartbeat. Yet, again, not wanting to rush things, she pretended that she was the innocent mother by protesting his request to see her wearing this nightgown.

"Model this? For you?"

"Yeah, sure," he said. "Why not?"

She looked at him looking at her as if he was imagining her wearing the nightgown. She ran her hand beneath the thin material before holding the nightgown up to the light. She could see every line and wrinkle in her hand while imagining that he could see every mole and freckle on her nearly naked body if she dared wear this for him.

"You'd see too much of me. You'll see all of me," she said with a sexually excited laugh while looking at him with a sexy look and while hoping that he'd ask her, beg her, and dare her to model the nightgown for him.

It took all the self-control she had not to get up off the couch and dash in her bedroom to try on the nightgown. She wondered what he'd say and what he'd do if she came out to the living room wearing this sexy, little thing. In the way she thought of wearing cellophane, red ribbons and bows, without the modest protection of wearing a bathrobe, she thought about decorating the nightgown with red ribbon and bows and wearing this instead. She wondered what he'd say and do if she emerged from her bedroom wearing his gift.

Forgetting for a moment that she was his mother and he was her son, if she had the courage, along with his encouragement, she'd try on the nightgown right there in front of him. Perhaps after a drink or two she may be willing to do just that, strip herself naked to try on the nightgown, but not now and not yet. She wondered what he'd say and what he'd do if she stripped off her clothes right there in the living room in front of him and tried the nightgown. Would he encourage her to do and to show more or would she be unduly pressuring him for sex and end up embarrassing him and herself? Difficult to read him, with him just having divorced Cynthia, obviously, it was too soon in their renewed mother and son relationship for her to risk what they were developing by her acting upon her horniness for her son.

"Yeah, I know," he said with a dirty laugh while staring at her as if already undressing her again. "I have one more gift for you," he said changing the subject to reach beneath the couch again as if he had an endless cache of gifts stored beneath her living room furniture.

After being so close with her son and seeing him every day, going from not seeing her son for five years to not even hearing from him, she was so happy that he was giving her Christmas gifts.

"Is this another Cynthia gift?"

She so hated that bitch.

"It is," he said with a nervous laugh while handing his mother the present.

She smiled at him as if she was the only woman in his life and he returned her looked as if she was the only woman in his life and as far as she knew, she was.

"Well, I'm glad to reap the benefits of my son's failed marriage," said Janice somewhat insensitively and a bit catty while accepting his gift.

She glowed with the attention that her son was paying her in showering her with Christmas gifts.

"Open it," he said again.

Wondering what was in the box, she couldn't wait to open it to see. Tearing through the paper, she opened the box.

"Oh, Jerry. Panties. I need new panties. How'd you know? Seven pair of bikini panties, a whole week of panties," she said thumbing through the panties. "Wow, you bought every color, white, pale yellow, pinkish almost red, beautiful green, soft blue, sexy lavender, and black, she said holding up each one as if ready to try them on in front of her son.

"I'm glad you needed them and like them Mother," he said looking at her as if wondering if she'd model those for him too.

"A bit too personal but being that it's something else that I've taken away from Cynthia, along with my son, I happily accept your gift of panties," she said laughing.

After now receiving the personal gift of panties, she was even more so tempted to model the nightgown for him. If nothing more than a sexual fantasy, removing one to try on another, she'd love to model the panties for him too while she was topless again. They remained quiet while looking at their gifts, he stared at his scotch and she looked at her perfume, nightgown, and panties, until Jerry spoke again to ask his mother a loaded question. 

"So now that we've exchanged gifts," he said with a look of disappointment as if Christmas was already over with the opening of gifts. "What would you like to do to celebrate Christmas?"

* * * * *

He looked at her after asking her his loaded question and she looked at him ready to respond but controlling herself from saying what she really wanted to say, she thought before speaking. Always eager to please her son, Janice wondered what he wanted to do. Knowing full well what she wanted to do was illegal in some states and in many countries, she controlled herself from being crassly crude in confessing her incestuous, sexual feelings for him. Surely, with both of them having different agendas, perhaps not yet on the same sexual page, a mother making love with her son may not be what he had in mind in celebration of the holidays. Instead she offered holiday suggestions that any mother would offer her son.

"We could watch TV," she said while imagining her snuggling up against her son with her hands beneath the blanket and her hand on his thigh. "There's always those traditional Christmas movies on, Bing Crosby's, White Christmas, James Stewart and Donna Reed's, It's a Wonderful Life, and Maureen O'Hara and Natalie Wood's, Miracle on 34th Street."

Imagining that he would, she wondered if he'd be more comfortable feeling her breasts through her blouse and/or slowly running his hand up her thigh and beneath her skirt if they were covered by a blanket. She quivered while imagining his fingers touching her panties and feeling her in between her legs where no son would ever dare touch his mother. As if they were a couple dating while cuddling on the couch, instead of mother and son spending a quiet Christmas Eve at home, she'd offer no resistance if he was as free with his hands as he was on his wedding day.

"Nah, I don't feel like TV. Besides, I've seen those movies a hundred times before," he said.

If only he surmised that it wasn't the movie that she wanted to watch perhaps he'd change his mind.

"We could relax and listen to Christmas music," she said while wishing she had the romantic ambiance of a fireplace in her condo. "Burl Ives' Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer and Jingle Bells, Nat King Cole's Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire, and Jose Feliciano's Feliz Navidad, I have them all."

She was thinking about being covered by a blanket again while cuddling, sipping her scotch, and listening to Christmas music. She imagined her son unbuttoning her blouse to cup her breast through her bra with one hand while fingering her emerging nipple through her bra. Then, reaching beneath her short skirt with his other hand, she imagined him cupping her panty clad pussy while running a slow finger over her cotton covered slit.

"I'm not in the mood for Christmas never mind Christmas songs," he said being difficult. "The whole world, the mall, car radios, and even elevators blare out Christmas music."

Seemingly he had no idea all the fun he was missing by not watching a movie or listening to Christmas music. With her curled up beside him on the couch and being warmed by a blanket along with the feel of his strong hands having their wicked way with her body, she'd allow him to touch and feel her wherever and whenever he wanted. Then, with him feeling her, she'd have no compunction in feeling him too. While playing with the head of his cock with her fingertips, teasing him to have an erection, she'd love to feel his cock through his pants. Then, if he took out her tits to play with her nipples, she'd take out his cock to stroke him before sucking him.

"We could talk," she said hoping that he'd tell her what happened between him and Cynthia or, more importantly, what he'd like to have happen between them now that he's back home with her.

We could have sex, she wanted to say but didn't dare. I could suck your cock after you lick my pussy and before I make sweet, motherly love to you, she wanted to say but she didn't dare say that either for fear she'd ruin whatever mother and son relationship they hoped to continue to have. With incest such a fine, forbidden line, prejudiced by sometimes unjustified, salacious thoughts and images and with her perhaps wanting him more than he wanted her, she needed to be careful not to take things too fast. She didn't want to spook him and/or to scare him from beginning what may be a beautiful mother and son sexual relationship. With her already willing, ready, and not wanting to be rejected, she needed for him to make the first move.

"Talking is not much of a Christmas celebration. We talk all the time Mom," he said. "We're talking now. Even though I'm not into celebrating Christmas this year, I just feel a little restless with this being my first Christmas home and without having a woman in my life."

She couldn't believe he actually said that this is the first Christmas without having a woman in his life. While looking right at her was he hinting that he needed and wanted a woman? What is she a non-sexual being because she's his mother? How dare he say that to her. Could he be so insensitive to her wants, needs, and lusts?

"I'm a woman," she said taking the bait. "You have me in your life," said Janice feeling slighted and unappreciated with her son not excited about talking to her and feeling restless because he felt that he didn't have a woman in his life, even though he had her. Even though she wanted to say so very much more, she didn't.

"Yeah, but you're my Mom. I can't have sex with you in the way that I had sex with Cynthia," he said.

Sex? Who's talking about sex? He surprised her when he mentioned the S-E-X word. Obviously sex is on his mind as much as sex is on her mind. He shocked her in saying that he couldn't have sex with her in the way that he had sex with Cynthia.

'Duh?' She thought to herself but didn't dare stoke the incestuous fires with what she was thinking, not yet anyway. It took all the self-control she had not to say, 'Wanna bet? Oh, yeah, you can have sex with me in the way that you had sex with Cynthia. Definitely, even though I'm your mother, especially since I'm your mother, with me being first and foremost a sexual woman, you can certainly have sex with me. Cock for cunt, if you lick me, I'll suck you,' she wanted to say but didn't say that either. 'Tit for balls. If you suck and lick my tits, I'll happily suck and lick your balls.'




Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 04



Difficult for her not to take what he said as her opportunity to say something sexually inappropriate while wondering if he was baiting her, she allowed his comment to slide without comment. We could have sex, she wanted to say. I'm willing to have sex with your hot body if you're willing to have sex with my mature, MILF of a body. Mommy would suck you and fuck you in celebration of the holidays if that's what you wanted and needed for me to make you happy and for you to not feel as restless as you do now.

"We could play a game," she said instead. "I have Scrabble, Monopoly, Yahtzee, chess, and cards," she said while imagining playing strip poker with her son.

"Strip poker it is," he said with a laugh while giving her a sexy look as if waiting for her to agree.

She couldn't believe he said what she was thinking in her wanting to play strip poker with her son.

"Strip poker?" She laughed while imagining her son naked. "Being that I'm only wearing six articles of clothing, a blouse, skirt, panties, bra, and shoes, I'd have to be really drunk for me to play strip poker with my son," she said laughing while imagining sitting in the middle of the living room naked with her son.

"C'mon Mom. Playing strip poker with you will be fun," he said tempting her.

"How would that look, a mother naked before her son?" She said pausing while waiting for his response before goading him again. "What would you think of me after seeing me without my clothes? It was enough that you saw me topless when barging in my bedroom on the day of your wedding," she said waiting for him to pick up that ball and run with it. When he didn't respond, about seeing, touching, and feeling her tits, she continued. "I'd never play strip poker with you Jerry. Sorry," she said with a laugh when, instead, she wanted to start dealing out the cards.

"I'll get the glasses for the scotch," he said obviously uncomfortable with the conversation and changing the subject.

Yet, not closing the door on playing some sort of erotic, albeit incestuously, forbidden, sexual game with her son, she continued with her inappropriate suggestions and lewdly lascivious thoughts.

"Having a better chance of winning, I'd rather play spin the bottle before I'd play strip poker with you," she said with a dirty laugh while figuring a deep, wet kiss would more ready lead to a long, groping touch.

She imagined French kissing her son as he felt her boobs through her bra and blouse and as she felt his cock through his pants. 

"Spin the Bottle, I haven't played that in years. How do you play Spin the Bottle with only two people?" As if wanting her to convince and encourage him to play, he looked at her as if wanting to say something and then he did. "Besides, I'd never kiss you, my mother, in the way that I kissed Cynthia," he said.

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After the way he tickled her when she was topless, so pent up with incestuous lust for her, she knew that he'd most definitely kiss her in the way that he kissed Cynthia, especially once he had a couple of drinks of this expensive scotch in him. Instead of coming right out with what they both wanted to do, have forbidden sex, they both played their own version of a cat and mouse, titillating game of tease but without the tickling. She didn't want him to think that she was an incestuous whore of a mother for wanting him and, obviously, he didn't want her to think that he was a horny pervert of a son for wanting his mother.

Yet, at some point in time, one or the other would have to gamble by revealing their hand, playing their cards, and showing their interest for them to play the forbidden game of incest. Having already crossed the incestuous line when he was tickling her and she was topless, they'd have to cross the incestuous line again to get things jump started. Knowing full well that it would have to be her to make the first move, she didn't know how to go about seducing her son without him feeling embarrassed, awkwardly uncomfortable, guilty, used, and abused by his mother. Something so delicate in the beginning, once started, incest could be the best thing they ever did.

"Why couldn't you kiss me in the way that you kissed Cynthia? We look exactly alike," she said persevering while looking at him looking at her.

With her visions of her son French kissing her slowly evaporating, she wondered what else she could do to seduce him, other than to get him drunk. Obviously that one day that he tickled her, touched her, and felt her was a fluke. Maybe he felt so guilty about violating her in that sexual way that he swore to himself that he'd never touch her again. Yet, nevertheless how he felt about seeing her nearly naked and touching and feeling her tits, it was that day that he revealed that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. If he wasn't so sexually attracted to her, his mother, why would he hold her hands behind her back to rub against his cock? If he wasn't so sexually attracted to her, his mother, why would he so restrain her for him to have his wicked way with her exposed breasts?

"Because you're my mother, Mom, and not my wife and/or girlfriend," he said looking confused and looking as if he wanted to say more.

It bothered her, an understatement that he not only French kissed Cynthia but also that he had sex with that evil bitch of a cougar. Was he looking at her while hoping to convince and encourage himself to kiss her, touch her, and feel her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother while kissing her? Or was he looking at her with guilt. Unable to tell yet, if he felt so guilty about showing his sexual attraction for her by groping her and forcing her to grope him, then why did he return home? He could have stayed in California. Maybe he's just waiting for her to make the first move.

"Tell me and be honest," she said dipping her toe deeper in the incestuous waters while enjoying the warm sensation that the incestuous, sexual thoughts gave her. "Aren't you the least bit curious what it would feel like to French kiss me, your mother, in the way that you French kissed Cynthia, a woman who looks exactly like me?"

As if he was pondering her question, he returned her look of love and lust with foreboding. Then, staring at her in silence as if, perhaps, he was imagining French kissing his mother, he looked at her in a way that he's never looked at her before. Encouraged by his sensuous look and unable to stop from imagining what she hoped he was thinking, she wondered what he was thinking.

"Being that you both look so much alike, so long as I closed my eyes, I imagine kissing you would be much like kissing Cynthia, I guess," he said with a shrug. "Being that you both have the same bodies, I dare say that if I was in a darkened room with you and with my eyes closed and, so long as you didn't speak, I'd have difficulty distinguishing you from her. Yeah, definitely, I can imagine one over the other."

Now that she put her foot in this bedroom door and opened this Pandora's Box of incestuous sex, she wasn't about to withdraw her foot and/or close the box. Being that he was already in the kitchen looking for glasses for the scotch and not sitting there staring at her, she felt safely brave enough to ask him her probing question.

"Be that as it may that we are both so similar in appearance, aren't you the least bit curious what it would feel like to hold me, to touch me, and to feel me for you to distinguish how different or the same mother and wife may be?" Persevering to know what he was thinking, she made a joke out of all that she said while laughing. "Aren't you the least bit curious what I look like beneath my clothes and what I feel like when naked and in bed with you?"

He stopped what he was doing in his search for scotch glasses to peek his head in the living room from the kitchen to look at her.

"Mom?" He stepped in the living room to look at her sitting on the couch. "What are you saying?"

She looked at him excited with what she was about to say.

"Tell me and be honest. Don't worry, with both of us adults, you won't offend me by speaking your mind," she said looking at him look at her. She paused before blurting out what she was thinking. "Have you ever thought of me in a sexual way?"

Just by the look on his face, as if the image of her naked body passed over his mind, she knew that he had thought of her in a sexual way just as she had thought of him in a sexual way too, many times before, while masturbating herself. Only with one waiting for the other to make a move, she was determined to make her move so that another woman wouldn't come between her and her son in the way that Cynthia had.

"I'm going to need a drink for this conversation," he said getting two glasses, opening the bottle, and pouring two drinks. He handed a drink to his mother.

"Wow, this scotch is so smooth," she said.

"So thick, it tastes almost like syrup. It's so velvety smooth going down," said Jerry holding up his glass to look at the color in the light. "There's an explosion of flavors of toffee, chocolate, cinnamon, nutmeg, honey, citrus, almond, and fig. Wow! I love this scotch. Now I know why it's so expensive. This is the best scotch I've ever tasted."

"Forget about the scotch for a moment," she said while taking a sip of hers to see if she could detect all of the flavors that her son could. "You didn't answer my question," she persevered while sipping her scotch as if she was drinking in him. 

Ready to continue this conversation and to continue where they left off five years ago on his wedding day, she looked at him and smiled.

"Question?" He took another slow sip of his scotch while looking at her. "What question was that mother?" 

Laying it all out there for him to reject her and to make her feel like the incestuous whore that she felt she was, she couldn't believe she had to find the courage to ask him the same probing question again. Moreover, even more telling, she wondered what she'd say if he asked her the same question. Opening the door to their incestuous relationship, definitely she wouldn't be shy about confessing her sexual feelings for him.

"Have you ever thought of me sexually?"

With her assuming the role of prosecuting attorney, suddenly he had the look of a nervous witness on the stand asked to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help him God.

"Sure I have. Lots of times when I was younger and hornier and before I had other women in my life," he said.

Nevertheless his admission of guilt, he looked at her in the sexual way that no son should look at his mother.

"Now that we're being open and honest, there's something that I always wanted to ask you," she said taking a slow sip of her scotch while going for broke and playing for all the marbles.

Sizing him up while wondering if this was the right moment to continue this conversation, hoping that they were both ready for this open, sexual discussion, with the alcohol encouraging her to confess her lust, she took a giant step over the incestuous line.

"You can ask me anything Mom."

She looked at him looking at her before she asked her question.

"I'm just curious," she said while thinking how to phrase her question.

She took another sip of her scotch before continuing. With the alcohol already giving her the courage to ask the things that she wouldn't ordinarily ask her son, she was ready to blurt out a question that she's been wanting to have answered for five, long years.

"Curious about what mother?"

Obviously surprising him by her sexually explicit conversation and with him obviously not knowing what she'd ask and/or say next, he took a nervous sip of his scotch while eying his mother.

"In regards to Cynthia, why did you seemingly go out of your way to find a woman who looks exactly like me?" Watching his face while hoping to read him, she looked at her son's reaction to her question before continuing. When he didn't respond to her question, she continued. "Cynthia is my clone," said Janice. "We could have been sisters. With the both of us the same height, weight, dress size, hair and eye color, and bust size, we could have been identical, twin sisters."

Perhaps a little sub-conscious on his part but he looked at her as if he just had an epiphany. Maybe transposing one for the other, in the way that he was staring at her, he looked at her as if he was undressing her with his eyes while perhaps imagining his mother naked or imagining Cynthia sitting there naked too.

"Honestly and I know this sounds like a crock but it didn't occur to me that she looked so much like you until she was standing in front of me that first time we met. From her photos online, she looked beautiful and sexy. Then, when I met her in person, I couldn't believe how much she resembled you," he said. "Even though she was a lot older than me, nearly twice my age, I don't doubt that in the way that she looked so much like you is undoubtedly the reason why I was so attracted to her."

There it is. He just admitted that he was attracted to Cynthia because she looked so much like his mother. Wow! Now that she hooked him, she just needed to reel him in to land him.

"Okay," said Janice. "Thank you for that honest revelation but tell me and be honest," she said while wondering how to word what she was going to say. Instead of asking her son if he thought of her sucking him and fucking her, she toned down her sexually, inappropriate question. "When you were with her, specifically when you were having sex with her," she paused to look seductively at her son, "did you think of having sex with me?"

Jerry looked at his mother with as much shock as he looked at her with sexual excitement. With the obvious, affirmative answer all over his face, it was as if he had never contemplated and/or confronted the question until now and until after she asked it of him.

"Now that you mention it mother, perhaps because she looked so very much like you, I did think of you while having sex with her," he said taking another slow, nervous sip of his scotch. "Now that you mention it and please don't take this the wrong way," he said. He looked away from her to look down at his glass as if all of his answers were there or somewhere far away in the green, grassy, hilly fields of Scotland where they manufactured the scotch that he was sipping. "I dare say that the main reason why my marriage failed was because whenever I was with her intimately, seemingly and endlessly comparing her to you and you to her, I had you in my head. I thought more of you than I did her."

He looked up at her as if he was thinking about having sex with her now but she sidestepped his remark to make light of it when instead she wanted to grab it, shake it, run with it, and not let it or him go.

"So tell me," she said with a laugh. "How was I?"

Teasing him while slowly crossing her legs to deliberately flash him a bit of white panty, she gave her son a sexy, seductive look.

"The best sex I ever had, you were good, really good Mom," he said staring at her exposed panty while returning her laugh.

Both remained quiet until Janice spoke again.

"Staying with the topic of our discussion," she said while thinking of the game that she routinely played whenever alone, horny, and thinking of her son. "I know a game we can play."

He looked at her looking at him.

"A game? Being the competitive person that I am, I like games," he said with a sexy smile. "What sort of game?"

She paused as if she was making all of this up as she went and having never played the game with anyone but herself, indeed she was. Only, instead of playing The Pretend Game with only herself while pretending she was with her son, she was about to play The Pretend Game for real with her son.

To be continued...



Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 05



Warning: The Pretend Game is just a game of pretend. DO NOT PLAY THE PRETEND GAME AT HOME without professional supervision.

No characters in this story are underage. Mother is 49-years-old and her son is 28-years-old

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The Pretend Game. Play it if you dare, only be forewarned, you must always remain in character to play The Pretend Game.

"What if we play a game of pretend? For lack of a better name that's more descriptive, I call it, The Pretend Game," she said hoping he'd be more positive than he's been and would want to play a game of pretend with his mother.

She wondered how many sons would be eagerly interested in playing a sexually erotic game with their mothers and how many mothers who'd play such a game with their sons. Yet, better than playing Scrabble or Monopoly, watching Christmas movies, or listening to Christmas music, maybe because she looked at him with sexual excitement was the reason why he looked at her with as much curiosity as he did interest.

"The Pretend Game?" As if humoring her, he rolled his eyes while giving her a feigned smile.

Normally playing endless video games, his mother issued her challenge to his creativity by playing a mind game over a video game. Only now that he looked at her as if she suggested that they play a children's game, such as, 'I see something that's blue,' or a stupid game, such as Charades. He looked at her as if she was nuts. 

"C'mon Jerry, it will be fun," said Janice.

"Okay, I'll bite, how do we play The Pretend Game?"

She paused as if she was thinking up the rules and, again, customizing the rules to her benefit and to this particular instance, she was.

"We must use our imaginations, of course, silly. Now close your eyes," she said while waiting for him cooperate and close his eyes.

He looked at her looking at him before beginning to play the game by closing his eyes. With his eyes closed, she had a vision of herself removing her blouse and bra and walking over to him topless to lean down to him and rub her big breasts all over his face. She wondered what he'd do if she did that. She wondered if he'd take her big breasts in his strong hands to feel and fondle her breasts before taking tits in his mouth to suck her nipples. She wondered if she'd have to do something like that to rekindle the sexual interest that he seemingly had and displayed for her on his wedding day.

"Okay, my eyes are closed. Now what?"

"Think of a person living or dead who you'd like to be with if you could right at this moment. Before you say who that person is, imagine that person in your mind. Wait until you can clearly see them naked," she said.

"Naked?" He popped open his eyes to look at his mother.

"Yes, naked. Imagining someone naked is part of The Pretend Game," she said. Now close your eyes again and imagine person who'd you'd want to see and be with naked."

"Okay," he said closing his eyes again. "Anyone?" As if he was looking at her, he moved his head in her direction with his eyes still closed.

Hoping he'd pick her and hoping that he'd imagine her naked in his mind, she wondered who he'd pick.

"Anyone. Anyone at all living or dead and/or celebrity or not," she said.

If not wanting to be with her, she couldn't wait for him to tell her who it was he'd want to be with at this moment. She just hoped that it wasn't that bitch Cynthia, anyone but her. Yet, what did it matter who it was so long as he pretended that his mother was her?

"You first," he said opening his eyes.

"That's easy," she said.

"Wait," he said. "Close your eyes first and imagine that person in your mind. Don't tell me who it is until you can clearly see the person naked."

While imagining her son naked, she closed her eyes while wishing he'd walk over to her with his cock in his hand to stick in her mouth. She wondered if she'd surprise him by taking him in her mouth to suck him while stroking him. Or maybe he'd prefer her fighting him while pulling her hair hard to force her to open her mouth to suck him. Playing the aggressor or the victim, she could easily play either of those two roles with him.

"Okay, I'm ready," she said disappointed that he didn't do something sexual to her while she was so vulnerably sitting there with her eyes closed.

Maybe if this game goes well, the next time they play this game, who's ever turn it was should play the game blindfolded, naked, and with their hands bound behind their backs. That would be fun playing a game where she was helpless to stop her son from having his wicked way with her naked body just as he'd be helpless from her having her wicked way with his naked body. Other than calling that game The Pretend Game, she'd have to call that game The Bound, Blindfolded, and Naked Game. Suddenly, instead of playing The Pretend Game, she imagined herself playing The Bound, Blindfolded, and Naked Game.

"Who? Who's the one person, dead or alive, celebrity or not, that you wished you could sexually be with if you could?"

She imagined the person she wished that she could be with but with him already dead, there wasn't any way for her to get her wish. The next best choice was being with there son, the spitting image of his father, especially when he was his age.

"You're father, of course," she said opening her eyes to look at him before confessing her true feelings. "With you looking so much like him and with you walking, talking, and acting so much like him, you've always reminded me of him. A great comfort to me after the expected, tragic loss of him, you make me feel as if he's still here with me now," she said suddenly looking so sad by the loss of her husband but excited at the same time by the return of her son.

Allowing how she felt to interrupt the game, she allowed her sadness to ruin her moment with her son before realizing that her son was here now to console her. Her son was the reason why she was playing such a sexually provocative game. Only, in the way she played the game when alone, he had no idea how sexually provocative of a game this could be, especially when a mother plays the game with her son and a son plays the game with his mother.

"From all that you've told me about him and being that you two were so close and so very much in love, that's a good choice," he said. "Yeah, I like that you picked Dad, Mom."

Never really knowing his Dad being that he was only 8-years-old when he died, seemingly, as if saying a silent prayer, he paid homage to the memory of his father by remaining silent for a long moment.

"Now you," she said. "Who would you like to be with naked if you could be with anyone in the world dead or alive?"

He didn't even have to pause before giving her his answer.

"That's an easy one for me too," he said with sadness.

"Close your eyes," she said. "Now imagine the person naked as if that person is here with us now."

"Okay, I'm ready," he said.

"Who?"

Again, she looked at him hoping that he'd say her, his mother. How hot would that be, a son who wanted to be with his naked mother over anyone dead or alive, celebrity or not, in the world? A sexual fantasy come true, she'd use that tidbit of welcome information to give her the confident encouragement to strip naked in front of her son and seduce her son later.

"I know it may sound crazy but Cynthia, of course, is who I'd choose. Only, not in the bitchy way that she is now and was all through the end of our marriage, but in the way that she was when I first met her and fell in love with her," he said.

Staring into his scotch again, he remained quiet as if he was thinking about Cynthia and how things were before they suddenly soured.

"That's a fair choice," she said. 

Unable to help herself, she wondered if he had sub-consciously chosen Cynthia as his symbiotic replacement for his mother because she looked so very much like her. In essence, his safe way to have sex with his mother without actually breaking any laws against incest, her mother's intuition told her that Jerry wanted her over Cynthia. With Cynthia just a poor substitute for something and someone he obviously thought he couldn't have, here he is the prodigal son returning to her nest while she's digging her claws deeper in his skin by playing a transparent game of pretend. Yet, as the prodigal son, instead of spending his money recklessly, he spent his true emotions foolishly. When he could have had her over Cynthia, such a waste of time, energy, and effort, he chose Cynthia instead of her.

Before blurting out whatever he was thinking, he looked at his mother with reticence as if he wanted to confess something to her.

"She, um, always accused me of wanting to be with you instead of wanting to be with her," he volunteered while staring down to talk to the living room carpet. "Unable to face the truth, I argued with her before finally rebuffing her. The woman that I fell in love with and the woman that I married, how ridiculous a thing was that for her to say to me, her husband, that I wanted my mother instead of her?"

"I'm sorry she felt that way about me Jerry," said Janice.

"Actually, she had good reason to say that Mom. The woman that I thought I loved wasn't her but was you," he said looking up at her to make eye contact. He paused while staring at his mother. "Able to see right through me, Cynthia knew that I didn't love her but was only with her because I wanted to be with you. She knew that I was using her because she looked so very much like you."

He looked at his mother, no doubt, to see her reaction to what he said but she showed him none. Both remained silent until Janice spoke.

"When did she start accusing you of wanting to be with me?"

Happy how the game was progressing, Janice looked at her son with sexual interest, a look that a mother should never have when looking at her son.

"Right from the start. As soon as she met you, of course, she suspected that she filled my need that I had to be intimate with my mother," he said. "That's the reason she never extended an invitation for you to visit us in California and forbade me to call you. I imagine that with you out of the way that she felt safer and more confidently in control of me, my emotions, and my love with you three thousand miles away in Massachusetts."

"I see," said Janice.

Both fell silent again. Interesting how he seemingly felt one way and she felt another. With her feeling sexually reenergized by the open and honest exchanged, he seemed nervously uncomfortable with their open dialogue.

"I have to tell you something Mom and I'm not sure how to say it," he said.

He played with his scotch glass while staring at her legs and she accommodated his stare by gradually parting her knees enough to flash him a continual peek of her white panty. She figured flashing him her panties would encourage him to speak his mind more without holding anything back. Besides, she enjoyed flashing him her panties.

With her showing and him looking, she felt sexy. She felt wicked. She felt dirty. She felt horny. She felt sexually excited that her son was home with her again.

"Go ahead. No judgments here. You can tell me anything," she said while wondering what he'd say next after his last revelation that he wanted her over his wife.

She wished she had changed into the nightgown that he gave her for Christmas, a nightgown that was originally earmarked for Cynthia. She would have enjoyed sitting across from him nearly naked while flashing him peeks of her nipples and pussy instead of mere glimpses of her panties.

"You have much better breasts than she does," he said appearing as uncomfortable as he was embarrassed by his sexual confession of the parts of her anatomy that most sons never see and seldom discuss with their mothers.

"I do? Thank you," she said looking down at her breasts before looking up at her son.

It was then that he gave her even more evidence that he wanted her. For the first time, he referred to their little tickle and teasing game when he had his way with her naked breasts.

"A little bigger and a lot firmer, your breasts have more symmetry and shape to them than her breasts do. Helped to stay in place by her supportive bra, her breasts sag a lot," he said staring at her breasts through her blouse. "Your breasts hardly sag at all," he said staring at her breasts through her blouse and bra as if she was sitting there topless.

Something that no moral mother should notice, she couldn't help but notice his cock making an appearance in his pants. Not as hard as an erection but seemingly with him discussing the shape and sized of her breasts, their candid mammary gland discussion seem to have aroused him. It was obvious to her, especially in the way that he touched, felt, and groped her breasts on his wedding day and openly discussed her breasts with her now that he liked tits and specifically and comparatively, he liked her tits more than he did Cynthia's tits.

"Thank you, I think," she said with a nervous laugh. "I take that as a compliment that my son likes my tits," she said looking down at her breasts again to see where he was staring and to see if her nipples were making their aroused appearance yet.

"Correction," he said continuing to stare at her breasts. "I love your tits."

He loves her tits. Hoping her feel and fondle her tits while fingering her nipples, she so wanted to strip off her blouse and remove her bra to show him her tits.

"Loves my tits?" She laughed. "That's the best compliment I ever had. I don't think anyone has ever told me, including your father, that they loved my tits. You're the first. It's a bad commentary on men for not being free with their compliments that the only man to tell me that he loves my tits is my son," she said with a sad, little laugh.

In the way that she hoped he would and in the way that she always knew he did, she couldn't believe that he just confessed that he not only wanted her but also loved her. Her son loving her was no big revelation. She knew he did. Nearly every son loves their mother. Yet, in the way that he loved her was not a typical way that a son should love his mother. Moreover, returning to the tickle and teasing fest that they both so enjoyed five, long years ago, she couldn't believe that he loved her tits. How hot was that? Hot, that was so hot that she was having hot flashes.

"Being that she was so much older than me, I think she lacked the confidence that I'd want to stay with her and be with her till death do we part," he said with sadness. "When she wasn't accusing me of wanting to be with you instead of her, she was always accusing me of looking at other women, especially younger women. To suggest that I'd want to be with you instead of with her or with younger women, perhaps her way of voicing her desperate need for attention and reassurance, unable to convince her otherwise, irreconcilable differences, was the final straw and the ultimate end of our marriage."

Having a nice ring to it, his words, the ultimate end of our marriage, reverberated in her head as if an endless echo. She was happy that they had their little talk. Feeling emotionally rejuvenated and sexually reenergized being that he loved her and loved her tits, she couldn't wait to show him her tits again. In the meantime, hoping to arouse him as much as she was already aroused by his honest confession of her tits, she spread her knees just a little more apart for him to have a good look of her panties. Again, thinking about slipping into her new nightgown that he gave her for Christmas, she'd much rather be flashing him her tits and pussy than only her panties.

"I don't understand, if it was just a misunderstanding combined with a woman's jealousy of me, your mother, why was that the final straw?"

As if he was her baby bird too attached to his mother to fly away from the nest, understanding why he couldn't leave her and was so sexually attracted to her, she looked at him and smiled.

"Why do you think?" He paused to take the last sip of his scotch. "I couldn't reassure her that I loved her and wanted her when what she said about me loving and wanting you was true," he said.

Janice couldn't believe her ears. First he said that he loved her and loved her tits and now he just admitted that he'd rather be with her than with his wife, his ex-wife now.

"I see," she said not wanting to ruin her little game of pretend by talking too much about her nemesis and/or by rubbing her son's true confession in his face.

No longer about Cynthia and with Cynthia out of the sexual picture, this was about them now developing a mother and son sexual relationship. Obviously with Jerry as uncomfortable as was talking to his mother but for different reasons, he by his true confession and she by her sexual arousal, changing the subject from Cynthia to playing the game, Jerry continued.

"So now that we chose who we'd rather be with, you with Dad and me with Cynthia, how does the game work?"

* * * * *

Even though on the surface he was changing the person he wanted to be with, she knew now that he wanted to be with her instead of with Cynthia. The game? What game? Oh that's right, we're playing The Pretend Game that she just created for two players instead of only for one player as she's been accustomed to playing when she's alone and horny while masturbating herself in her bedroom over the thoughts of having sex with her son.

"Well, being that the game is called The Pretend Game, we pretend that the other person is someone else. In your case, I pretend that you're my dead husband, your father, David and you pretend that I'm your ex-wife, Cynthia," she said while wanting to insert, bitch of an ex-wife Cynthia.

Yet, not to upset her son, she controlled the water under the bridge emotions that she still had for his ex-wife. Instead of telling Jerry to pretend that she's Cynthia, she so wanted tell him to pretend that he's playing the game with his mother. She wondered if he'd still want to play the game when not pretending that she was Cynthia and that he was with Cynthia. She wondered if he'd still want to play the game when playing with the woman that he could be with alive or dead, celebrity or not, was his mother. In the way that she could easily imagine him naked, she wondered if he could imagine her naked too.

"I see. That could work," he said pouring his mother another drink and pouring himself another drink too.

With now a game that was only designed for one, two can play this game. In the way that she wasn't pretending that he was her husband but her son, she wondered if he wasn't pretending that she was Cynthia but his mother.

"Be honest. What do you think? I don't want to force you to do anything that will make you feel uncomfortable," she said chomping at the bit to play the game. "It's just a silly game," she said hoping that he wouldn't see through her little charade, change his mind, and not want to play.

She looked at her son with sexual anticipation and he looked at her with horniness.

"It sounds like fun but you'd have to explain the rules of the game to me first," he said being the competitor that he is.

* * * * *

She remained silent while making up the rules in her head and while taking another slow sip of her second scotch.

"Well, being that I just made up the game, the rules are simple," she said with a laugh. She looked at him for his reaction before continuing. "So long as we both pretend that we're not with who we're with but who we think we're with, consciously and sub-consciously able to fool ourselves into thinking we're with someone else, we're free to do whatever we want to do with that person."

Wickedly enticing and naughtily daring, even she shocked herself by telling her son that he was free to do whatever he wanted to do with her. She wondered what he'd want to do with her. She wondered if he'd still want to play her incestuous, little game if he knew what she hoped he wanted to do with her naked body. She wondered what he'd do under the pretenses of playing such an erotic game with his mother and what she'd be so inspired to do while playing such a dangerous game with her son. Suddenly, she felt as if she was a spider weaving a web not of silk but of deception for her to trap her son into playing such a forbidden game of pretend.




Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 05



"Interesting. Pretending does allow for limitless possibilities, doesn't it mother?" Obviously seeing through her charade, he looked at her and smiled as if he knew where she was going with her deception. "So long as the other person is agreeable, are we allowed to do whatever we want with that person?" He said proving that he knew what this game was really about.

Suddenly, he looked at her as if he was standing in the middle of a new car dealership and every car had a sticker price that read, 'Free.'

"Yes, being that it's only a game of pretend, we're allowed to do anything and everything at all," she said.

Feeling her nipples making their impressions through her bra and blouse, becoming sexually aroused by their open discussion and by the thoughts of playing the game, she felt a familiar wetness between her legs. She uncrossed and crossed her legs again while slowly, seductively, and deliberately flashing him her panties. Again, she wished she was wearing her nightgown and was flashing him her pussy instead of her panty. As if sitting on a dildo or as if she was sitting in a vibrating chair that vibrated between her legs, she squirmed in her chair at the mere thoughts of her son doing whatever he so wanted to do with her naked body. Filled with the sexual excitement in the incestuous anticipation of playing The Pretend Game, she was thrilled that he still wanted to play.

"I see," he said. "So, lemme get this straight and I apologize if I offend you by suggesting something that you didn't mean to infer or imply in playing The Pretend Game but being that I never played this game before, I just want to get the rules straight in my head before continuing."

So as there are no misunderstandings and guilty feelings later, it's better that he completely understands the rules of the game.

"I understand," she said. "Ask me anything and I will answer you as openly and as honestly as I can."

Excited about playing the game with her son, she couldn't wait for the game to begin.

"If I pretended that you're Cynthia and that I'm with Cynthia instead of being with you, my mother, then would it be okay for me to kiss you?"

Parting her lips with his tongue, she swooned at the thoughts of her son French kissing her.

"Yes," she said not only shocked but pleased that he'd want to kiss her while imagining herself kissing him.

"So long as I pretend that you're Cynthia," he said pausing, perhaps, as if imagining touching his mother, "may I touch you?"

If only he knew that she couldn't wait for her son to touch her and feel her under the feigned pretenses that she was pretending that he was his deceased father and not her son.

"Touch me? Of course you may touch me. You don't have to pretend that I'm Cynthia to touch me. I'm your mother," she said while imagining him touching her where no son should touch his mother.

"I mean, would it be an acceptable part of the game for me to touch you in a sexual way," he said clarifying his response.

She was giddy with the thoughts of her son touching her in a sexual way.

"Yes, so long as you pretend that you're touching Cynthia, you may touch me in a sexual way," he said.

Dizzy with sexual excitement, she felt as if she was about to faint from the horniness that she had for her son.

"And may I feel you?"

In the way that he felt her tits on his wedding day, she imagined him feeling her tits now.

"Feel me sexually?"

She couldn't even imagined what it would feel like for her son to finger her pussy while she stroked his cock.

"Yes," he said.

She hoped he'd still want to play such a sexual game with his mother after she explained all of the rules.

Of course," she said while imagining him feeling her tits through her blouse, fingering her nipples through her bra, squeezing her ass through her skirt, and cupping her pussy through her panty. "So long as you remain in character, you may touch me and feel me sexually."

She couldn't wait for the game to begin.

"So, if I'm really good at this game of pretend and pretending," he said leering at her as if she was already naked, "Could I undress you?"

She swooned at the thought of her son unbuttoning her blouse, removing her bra, unzipping her short skirt, and sliding down her panty. Imagining herself standing naked before him, this game of pretend was really working and a great game for the two of them to play together as a family game, albeit an X-rated family game.

"Yes," she said not even trying to erase the image of herself standing naked before her son. "So long as I'm agreeable to you undressing me, so long as we both stay in character, and so long as I can pretend that I'm with my husband and not with my son, it would be permissible for you to undress me." She hid her eagerness with having her son undressing her by feigning her reluctance in having her son strip her naked.

Just by the thought of him removing her clothes, with her nipples hardening to their most erect position, she was feeling a familiar warm wetness between her legs again. She was already so very wet just by the thoughts of her son touching her and feeling her through her clothes while kissing her, and before undressing her.

"I see," he said.

* * * * *

She wondered what he was thinking. Hoping that she wasn't forcing him and/or coercing him to play such a sexual game with his mother, she wondered if he thought bad or good of her. Only, unless she came right out and asked him what he thought of him playing such a sexually explicit game with her, she'd never really know how he felt about playing. Nevertheless how he felt about playing the game, on the pretense of playing a game, she wondered if he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Assuredly, playing this game was her way to finally know if her son wanted her sexually as much as she wanted him sexually.

"If you will, think of playing The Pretend Game as acting. As their well paid jobs, actors and actresses kiss and have sex in sex scenes and before returning home to their husbands, wives, boyfriends, and girlfriends with no adverse effects. They pretend and that's exactly what we're doing here. We're just pretending. If you can and if you will, think of playing The Pretend Game as role playing," she said. "If you must, think of The Pretend Game as a stage production on Broadway in the way that the cast of Hair removed their clothes and paraded around the stage naked."

So far so good. He was going for it. Under the false premise of playing The Pretend Game, he seemed not only to understand the rules but also he seemed excited to want to play such a game with his mother. He appeared as interested in being with her as she was interested in being with him while playing such a silly game of pretend. Let the game begin. She couldn't wait to start playing The Pretend Game with her son. She couldn't wait to know how far he'd go in pretending.

"Sorry for me to belabor the point mother but I need to know," he said.

She wondered what he needed to know. Did he need to know if she'd suck him and fuck him while playing the game? Well wonder no more because she would.

"What is it that you'd like to know Jerry?"

He leaned forward in his chair while holding his drink in between his strong hand as if he was holding her head in them while she was sucking him. When he made that body movement, his legs were spread open wide enough that she could see his bulging cock making a bulbous impression between his legs. She couldn't help herself from staring at the impression of his prick while wondering what it would feel like to hold in her hand, take in her mouth, and plunge deep in her pussy. A comfortable position for her to be in, she'd love to fall to her knees between his legs and do what no mother should ever do with her son while just playing a game.

"If we're both good at this game of pretend and pretending, and I apologize in advance if I'm misunderstanding the game, but am I to believe that I could actually have sex with you and you could have sex with your me," he said.

Hopefully in anticipation of having sex with her, his mother, he showed as much obvious sexually excitement as she was feeling and showing now. Even a bit too real for her, yet as titillating as it was for him to say the S-E-X word in relationship to the two of the copulating, she'd prefer he'd keep those thoughts to himself so as to not ruin his pretense of pretending. Perhaps he needed to pretend that she was someone else for him to have sex with her but she didn't need to pretend that he was someone else for her to have sex with him.

After all the days, weeks, months, and years that she played The Pretend Game by herself while alone in her room with the nothing but the image of her son, her dildo, and her vibrator, she quivered at the thought of being naked while having sex with her son. Now no longer just a game to her, with him seeing through the pretense and verbalizing what it is that she really wanted from him, this was the real thing. No longer just a game, he was here with her now ready to give her all that she emotionally wanted and, hopefully, whatever she sexually needed. No longer just a game, not only did he want to play but seemingly he was just as eager to play as she was to have sex with his naked body.

"Yes, that's how the game is played. So long as we stay in character and you pretend that I'm Cynthia and I pretend that you're David, theoretically speaking, so long as we both consensually agree, there's no reason why we couldn't have sex while playing the game," she said with a nervous laugh.

She imagined him licking her pussy and giving her an orgasm before she sucked his cock. She imagined her son cumming in her mouth, after she fucked him silly.

"Interesting," he said. 

* * * * *

Seemingly still interested in having sex with her, she wondered what he was thinking. Difficult to read him with him being away from her for five, long, sexually frustrating years, she wondered if he was as interested in having sex, albeit pretend sex, with her as she was interested in having sex, albeit pretend sex, with him. Feeling compelled to explain herself so that he wouldn't think the worst of her, she continued by clarifying the rules of the game.

"Rest assured Jerry, if we did have sex while playing the game, it isn't as if we'd be having sex with one another," she said fluffing her long, blonde hair before tossing it back with a flick of her pretty head. "In essence we'd be having sex with two other people who we pretend are there in the room with us."

Convincingly believable, the premise sounded good even to her. For the sake of having sex with her son, she couldn't believe that she made up such a ridiculous game at the spur of the moment. Yet, being that it was just a silly game of make believe, after all, playing such a game seemed to be the perfect way for the both of them to get what they both so wanted and both so needed, having incestuous sex with one another. She just hoped that her son was buying into all that she was espousing without seeing through her ulterior motives and thinking that she was the incestuous slut that she was. Only, with him looking so very much like his father, what was wrong with her wanting to recapture how her life was before her husband suddenly died, even if it meant using her son to do that?

"I see," he said studying her. "Just so that I fully understand. So long as we both remain in character," he said pausing. "We can both get naked because we're just playing a game. Is that it?"

Naked, as soon as he said the word, she imagined him naked. Naked, as soon as the word entered her brain, she wanted to strip off her clothes.

"Yes, that's right," she said. "Since I'd be playing Cynthia and you'd be playing David, it isn't as if we'd really be naked. It would be wrong for a mother to be naked with her son just as it would not be acceptable for a son to be naked with his mother," she said convolutedly while twirling her long, blonde hair with her finger.

"And during said game, so long as we remain in character," he said pausing again as if he was imagining his thoughts before speaking them. "You could stroke me and I could finger you," he said.

Stroke him. He wants her to stroke him. Oh, my God, she thought. She became sexually excited by the thought of stroking her son's cock and quivered with the thought of him fingering her wet pussy.

"Crassly put but yes. So long as we stay in character, I could conceivably stroke your cock and you could conceivably finger my pussy," she said getting even more sexually aroused by the thoughts of masturbating one another.

In the guise of playing this game she couldn't wait to be naked with her son.

"Pardon me mother if I'm misunderstanding the rules of the game and correct me if I'm wrong but under the premise of playing the game," he said pausing again, this time longer. She wondered what he was thinking and immediately knew his thoughts with what he said next. "I could lick your pussy and you could suck my cock?"

Oh my God. She thought she was going to have a stroke or a heart attack by the mere mention of her son saying that he could lick her pussy and she could suck his cock so long as they remained in character while playing the game. Fuck the game. All that she really wanted was for him to lick her pussy before she sucked his cock. All that she really wanted was to have sex with her son in the way that he had sex with Cynthia.

"Of course," she said putting a hand to her blouse while flushing a bright red. As if they had already played the game and as if they were already having pillow talk after just having had sex, she was becoming titillated with his dirty talk and every sexually inappropriate salacious word. She paused to allow the image of her son licking her pussy and her sucking his cock to pass through her horny brain before continuing. "Being that it's just a game, so long as we remain in character, we can do whatever you did with Cynthia and whatever I did with David," she said fluttering her eyelids as if she was going to faint from sexual excitement.

"Fascinating," he said. "So long as I truly believe that you're Cynthia and you truly believe that I'm David, I could fuck you my own mother?"

The imagined image of her son on top of her while making love to her flashed through her mind as if a loud locomotive going through a tunnel. The imagined image of her son bending her over the kitchen table and taking her from behind consumed her with incestuous lust for him and for his cock. She couldn't wait to fuck her son. She couldn't wait for her son to make her his slut of a bitch.

"Yes," she said fanning herself with her hand. "So long as I truly believe that you're David and you truly believe that I'm Cynthia, we can make love."

"Okay, that will work," he said seemingly agreeable to the idea of fucking his mother.

On the pretense of playing a game that she made up, she couldn't believe it was this easy to seduce her son. Willingly going along with her in playing her game of pretend, even though it was only all just talk so far, she couldn't believe them coming together sexually was a real possibility.

"Suddenly, it's so hot in here, she said billowing her blouse by opening and closing the top of it quickly. "Being that we're just playing a game Jerry and not actually having incestuous sex, pretending is the only way that a mother and son can sexually explore one another's naked bodies."

"I see," he said. "I understand Mother."

"As I've already assured you, it isn't as if we'd be having sex with one another," she reiterated and stipulated to remove whatever guilt he may have and for her to remain blameless in her wanton, sexual, incestuous desire for her son. "No, not at all, it isn't as if we'd be having incestuous sex. We'd only be playing a role while playing a game. In essence, just by pretending, we'd be having sex with the imaginary persons who we think we are with and who we imagine them and us to be," she said illogically and irrationally. "All we'd really be doing is passing time and having fun while celebrating the holidays while playing a silly game of pretend."

He looked at her, raised his glass in toast of her, and smiled.

"I like this pretend game mother. It sounds like fun and I'm eager to play it," he said. "Only, not to be a party pooper, but I'm not sure if I can stay in character long enough to fool even myself that you're not Cynthia but my mother. Even though you look so very much like her, while naked with you and having sex with you, it would be difficult for me to forget that you're my mother and not my wife," he said. He looked at her with as much confusion as he looked at her with curiosity. "How does one get their around the reality of such a foolish pretense?"

As if silently saying touché, she looked at him, raised her glass in toast of her, and smiled.

"Equally as difficult for me too Jerry. Mind over matter, but the longer we remain in character the more we can fully enjoy the game without guilt, recourse, and remorse," she said lying.

Being that her only motivation was to have sex with her son, she'd never be playing Cynthia's character at all anyway. Further, always knowing she'd be having sex with her son, she'd never think of her son as her husband.

"I understand," he said. "I do. And I won't know how far that I can go in the pretense of imagining you being Cynthia instead of my mother."

Maybe once she has his cock in her mouth, he won't really care that she's not Cynthia. Instead, maybe he'll be sexually excited that his mother is sucking his prick and not his bitch of an ex-wife.

"We'll take it slow Jerry. Okay? So long as you remember to stay in character and so long as you realize that we're not really having sex but only pretending while playing a game, you should be okay with playing the game. If only a way to pass the time on Christmas Eve, I think it will be a fun game to play," she said.

"Okay," he nodded while looking up at her. "Have you ever played the game with anyone else?"

"Being that I just now made up the game, no, never. You'll be the first," she said telling a half-truth by not admitting that she played The Pretend Game lots of times with herself and with him being the star of her game. "Because we both look so much like the people that we pretend to be, this is the perfect game for us to play. Think of playing this game as therapy and as a way for us to bring closure to our relationships that ended so prematurely," she said willing to say anything at this point for him to play the game in good conscience and with a guilt free mind.

Seemingly agreeing with her, he nodded his head before giving her a big smile.

"So how do we start?"

To be continued...



Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 06



Warning: The Pretend Game is just a game of pretend. DO NOT PLAY THE PRETEND GAME AT HOME without professional supervision.

No characters in this story are underage. Mother is 49-years-old and her son is 28-years-old

*

Not really incestuously sexual, it wasn't as if mother and son were really having sex. Playing The Pretend Game is only a game of pretend after all.

Beyond all reason, she couldn't believe that her son was going to suspend his sense of disbelief and pretend that she was Cynthia. Unable to do that herself, too excited to finally be sexually intimate with her son, she couldn't suspend her disbelief in thinking that her son was her dead husband. Even if she could, she didn't want to think of Jerry as David. She'd much rather have sex with her son than to defile the memory of her deceased husband by having sex with his son.

A game that she played within the game, beyond all propriety and fairness, she couldn't believe that she was going to deceive her son into thinking that she thought and truly believed that he was his father. So naïve and easily fool, especially when being played by his mother, if only he knew that she was using him for all that she wanted and needed from him. Yet, more than that and more than being sexually attracted to him, she loved him not just as a mother who loves her son but as a woman who loves a man. Beyond all that was sexually appropriate between a mother and her son, she couldn't believe that she was finally about to seduce and have incestuous sex with her son.

Her perfect scenario, she couldn't believe that he was willingly going along with the pretense of them just playing a game of pretend while having sex with one another. How gullible could he be? Yet, in hindsight, maybe he was playing her too. Maybe he thinks her naïve. Maybe he loves her not just as a son who loves his mother but as a man who loves a woman.

So long as the deception worked, what did it matter who was playing who? He'd have sex with her and she'd have sex with him. Isn't incestuous sex what this game is all about? A win/win for both, she'd get what she so needed and he'd get what he so wanted. Moreover, they'd be having sex without the guilt and without the remorse that always accompanies a forbidden, sexual union between a mother and her son.

"Well, being that I just made up the game and this is my first time playing The Pretend Game, we begin like any other game. Ladies first," she said looking at him and smiling as if he was her after dinner dessert. "I'll kiss you as if you're David and then, when it's your turn to kiss me, you kiss me as if I'm Cynthia."

Waiting for him to stop her and reject her but not wanting to continue playing the game, she couldn't believe she was finally going to kiss her son. A long time coming, she couldn't count the number of times she wanted to slip him her tongue when they were kissing in the way that a mother kisses her son. She couldn't count the number of times that she kissed him in her dreams and sexual fantasies while playing The Pretend Game alone and masturbating. She couldn't count the times that she thought of this very moment happening for real in her life in the way that it was unfolding now.

"Okay but if you don't mind Mom, instead of calling you Cynthia, I'd much rather call you Janice, Mom, or mother," he said.

Even though she'd prefer that he'd call her Janice instead of Cynthia, and even call her Mom or mother, yet for The Game of Pretend to work, she needed him to call her Cynthia. For them to remove the guilt and remorse that always followed when having incestuous sex with a relative, especially when those relatives are a mother with her son, she needed him to stay in character, even though she wasn't. Calling her Janice, Mom, or mother would trigger something that was too real and not part of the game. Calling her Janice, Mom, or mother would ruin The Game of Pretend. So long as he believed that he was having sex with his ex-wife and not his mother, she could always fall back on the pretenses that they were just playing a game and not really having incestuous sex. Working for her, she had no problem pretending that he was her dead husband and not her son, even though she knew better and wouldn't be pretending at all.

"No, sorry, you can't do that," she said waving her hands as if they were two mini stop signs.

"Why not?" He looked at her with confusion.

Acting as if she was a director on a sound set instructing, motivating, and inspiring her actor, she spoke to him with patient understanding. She really wanted to play the game but could only play the game if he stayed in character. She needed him to stay in character so that she wouldn't feel so guilty and feel like the incestuous slut that she really was the next day. How could she face him in the morning if she had sex with him tonight, not as Cynthia but as his mother? So long as they believed that they were having sex with two different people and not having sex as mother and son, they could continue on with their lives later as if this never happened. It was all just a naughty, sexy game after all.

"Totally out of character, if you call me Janice, Mom, or mother, then you'll break convention with the game as I imagined the rules to be," she said convolutedly albeit yet convincingly enough for her son to go along with whatever she espoused.

"I see," he said. "I'm sorry."

She looked at him as if she was his teacher and at that point with him about to have sex with his mother, their sexual union was uncharted ground and forbidden territory. About to embark by walking through a black forest filled with dangers, they were both still eager to continue and to play. Yet, better that he had her as his guide even though having incestuous sex was new for her too, except for all the incestuous sex that she experienced with her son in her dreams and sexual fantasies, this would be a new adventure for both of them.

"The only way we can have sexual relations with one another is by pretending that we're someone else. We must pretend that we're not mother and son but husband and wife. You pretend that I'm your wife Cynthia while I pretend that you're my husband David," she said. "We need to truly believe that we are two different people for this to work."

She couldn't wait to kiss her son. She couldn't wait for her son to kiss her. She couldn't wait to touch and feel him in the sexual way that she imagined him touching and feeling her.

"Even though I want to be with Cynthia for the sake of the game, I've been trying to forget her," he said with confliction. "Now that I'm divorced from her, if you don't mind and if it doesn't ruin this game of pretend, I'd rather not have her name in my head while playing The Pretend Game with you," he said.

After voicing his concern, he looked at her with nervous trepidation as if she was going to cancel the game.

"I can understand you not wanting to have Cynthia in your head Jerry but you must understand that if you call me Janice, Mom, or mother instead of Cynthia, you'd be making out with your mother and not your ex-wife. Totally unacceptable, kissing me in that way would not be an appropriate thing for a son to do with his mother. Just as I cannot kiss you and have sex with you if I think of you as my son instead of my husband, I cannot allow you to kiss me and/or have sex with me if you think of me as your mother instead of your wife."

"I understand," he said. "I do. I really do. I get it Mother."

"Uh, uh, nope, sorry," she said continuing in scolding him to make sure that he did understand the rules of the game as she invented them and continually changed them to fit her sexual needs. "Kissing, touching, feeling, and having sex with your mother is never an appropriate thing for a son to do," she said pursing her lips and slowly shaking her head while waving her index finger at him as if scolding him for doing something naughty when he was a boy.

"Sorry Mom," he said.

"What mother who wasn't an incestuous whore would have sex with her son? For me to knowingly have sex with my son, I couldn't face you in the morning. The only way we can enjoy one another in a carnal way without feeling any guilt and/or experiencing any nasty repercussions later is by pretending we're two other people while playing this game.

"Sorry Mom, I mean, Cynthia," he said. "I get it now. I really do. I promise to stay in character."

Knowing now that his head was back in the game, she looked at her son and smiled in the way that she imagined Cynthia smiling at him instead of his mother smiling at him while using him. Pounding her sexual agenda in his head, while proclaiming her sexual innocence, she continued pontificating while standing on her bully pulpit. Before, during, and after she has sex with her son, better that he thinks the best of her than the worst of her. The only way for her son to still respect her in the morning is to either not have incestuous sex at all or for them to have incestuous sex without guilt and remorse by pretending that they're someone else while playing a game of pretend.

"Being that I'm a church going woman, I cannot condone nor will I tolerate such incestuous behavior under my roof," she said signing herself and kissing her fingers as if she was holding rosary beads. "Being that this is the evening before the Lord's birthday, once we go down the Devil's path of incestuous sex to play in the Devil's playground, then we'd be no better than animals."

As if she was a nun about to have sex with a priest, she looked at him with innocence and piety before looking at him with horniness and depravity. 

"I see," he said. "I understand. I get it now. I do. I really do," he said with furrowed eyebrows.

A look of confusion on his face was his sole reaction to his mother's convoluted explanation that they aren't having incestuous sex if they pretend that they're someone else while just playing a game.

"Obviously the reason for us to pretend that we're someone else is so that we don't have incestuous sex," she said. "So long as we're pretending that we're both someone else, there's no way that what we do sexually can be deemed incestuous. All we're doing is play acting and role playing while playing a game."

Climbing her soapbox to continue to pontificate and espouse her diatribe against incest while maintaining her good standings in the church and the respect of her son, what she just said was as convoluted as what Jules Winnfield, played by Samuel L. Jackson, said in Pulp Fiction.

'Well, there's this passage I've got memorized that sort of fits this occasion. Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of the evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and goodwill, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper, and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee!'

"I see," said Jerry, "but it's different with you. With Dad dead, and with you having no repercussions of thinking that I'm him or not him, other than perhaps sorrow and loneliness," he said, "I dare say that it's easier for you to remain in character than it is for me."

Sensing he was backing out of the game, she needed to reel him back in by calling his bluff.

"I see," she said with her having no intentions of being in the character of that cougar of a bitch, Cynthia. "We don't have to play the game, if you'd rather not," she said.

She stated her guilt free innocence that only a mother can utter and have as her personal tool ready at her beck and call to make her son feel guilty and to make him feel as if he's the perverted one and not her. Then she gave him a sexy look that no man could resist, especially if that man was her son.

"Yes, I do want to play the game. A great way to pass the time, it really sounds like a lot of fun to pretend that we're someone else for an evening," he said.

Just as with her pretending that she was someone else was not her reason to play the game but to have sex with her son, she suspected that his reason to play the game was not to pretend that he was someone else but to have sex with his mother. In essence, with their game as they camouflaged excuse, they were both using one another to get what they wanted and what they needed under the false pretenses of just playing a game.

"I have an idea that may help keep you in character for you to more enjoy the game," she said.

"What's your idea?"

"How's this? Instead of thinking of Cynthia as your ex-wife or as your wife, think of her at a time before you were married. Think of her when you were first dating. Think of her the first time you kissed her, the first time you touched and felt her, and the first time you were intimate with one another."

"Okay, yeah. Sure. That's a good idea. I can do that," he said. "That will work."

"Shall we begin to play the game then?"

"Yes," he said.

* * * * *

"Take a seat on the couch so that I can kiss you," she said with nervous trepidation.

This was it. This was finally it. He could reject her with her kiss, want to kiss her again, or not want to kiss her at all in the way that a woman kisses a man and not in the way that a mother kisses her son. Maintaining a positive attitude while hoping that he'd pretend she was Cynthia, she hoped that he didn't reject her but would want to kiss her again and again. She watched Jerry move from out of his chair to sit beside her on the couch.

"Okay," he said putting a gentle arm around his mother's slim shoulders.

Comforting her, the weight of his arm made her feel safe. She felt his fingers trace her bra strap through the thin material of her blouse. Instead of only tracing her bra strap, she couldn't wait until his horny hands felt her breasts through her blouse and bra. While kissing her, French kissing her, she couldn't wait for him to finger her nipples through her clothes as she felt his cock through his pants.

Playing a game of pretend, albeit such an incestuous game, with both of them a little inebriated but not drunk, just as she was totally aware with what she was about to do, she suspected that he knew what he was doing too. Crossing the line from decency to depravity, with incest forbidden in many countries and in many states, what they were about to do while pretending that they were someone else was to feel something that a mother and son should never experience. Taking a walk on the wild side, they were embarking on forbidden territory.

"Are you ready?"

Just as she remembered being nervous with her high school prom date, his father, more than 30 years ago when she was a young, inexperienced woman of 18-years-old and about to receive her first, adult kiss, she was equally as nervous when poised to kiss her son. Just as she imagined when she was alone in her room and masturbating with her vibrator and dildo while imagining Jerry there with her, here she was sitting on the couch in the living room with her son ready to kiss him.

"Yes," he said.

With Jerry seated beside her, she could feel the heat of his thigh pressed against her thigh. The warm sensation made her wish he was on top of her and in between her legs instead of sitting beside her on the couch. She couldn't wait to feel his warm hand on her naked thigh. She couldn't wait for him to explore her between her legs when touching her panties with his fingertips.

Not wasting another second, Janice leaned into him and kissed her son on the lips. More than a peck but longer than the kisses they've been exchanging when standing beneath the mistletoe, this was the first real kiss she's given her son, albeit without slipping him her tongue. Even though she wanted to French kiss him, not wanting to rush their first kissing exchange, she refrained from doing so. The last thing that she wanted to do was to frighten him into not wanting to continue playing their game of pretend.

"How was that?"

Feeling flushed and giddy, albeit a little embarrassed that she was sharing her sexual passion with her son, she leaned forward in her seat to take a sip of her scotch. She hoped that the magical, miracle elixir would give her the courage that she needed to continue. Thinking that she was more than ready to have a sexual affair with her son, she was suddenly having second thoughts.

What if he rejected her? What if he thought she was a slut for trying to seduce him? What if he was only playing along with her and playing the game just to humor her because she was so lonely and still grieving over the death of his father? What if he didn't want to have sex with her?

"That was nice," he said. "Much better than I expected it to be," he said seemingly lost in the stare of her blue eyes. "When you kissed me, I was able to imagine Cynthia kissing me."

She wondered if he was lying. She wondered if he was playing her as much as he was playing him. She wondered if he'd kiss her in the way that she kissed him and in the way that he kissed Cynthia.

"Now it's your turn now to kiss me," she said dizzy with desire for her son to kiss her.

This was it, the finally test for her to know if he wanted to continue playing the game. Just by his kiss she'd be able to tell if he wanted her. Just by his kiss, she'd know if he was humoring her or was lusting over her as much as she was lusting over him.

Janice closed her eyes in anticipation of being kissed by her son. Ready to be kissed, with her pulse racing and her heart pounding, when she felt the softness of his lips on hers, as if waiting for him to ravish her, she surrendered herself completely to him. As if she was Ellen Olenska played by Michelle Pfeiffer when finally kissing Newland Archer played by Daniel Day Lewis in Edith Wharton's Age of Innocence, she was already lost in her game of pretend. Yet, already cheating at playing the Game of Pretend by not staying in character, her son didn't know that she wasn't thinking of her dead husband but her alive son while kissing him. If only her son knew that she was thinking of him while kissing him, she wondered what he'd think of her, a mother kissing and lusting over her son while pretending to play a silly game of pretend.

Kissing her even more romantically than she kissed him, Jerry kissed his mother and surprised her by kissing her with much more passion than a holiday kiss but without parting her lips with his tongue. It was a kiss that Clark Gable as Rhett Butler gave Vivian Leigh when playing Scarlett in Gone with the Wind. It was a kiss that Humphrey Bogart as Rick Blaine gave Ingrid Bergman when she played Ilsa Lund in Casablanca. A kiss without tongues, it was a kiss that Sgt. Milton Warden, played by Burt Lancaster, gave Karen Holmes, played by Deborah Kerr, in From Here to Eternity. 

"How was that Cynthia?"

With her already swooning by her son's kisses, she couldn't wait to experience more. If his kiss felt this good without him impaling his tongue in her mouth, she couldn't wait until she French kissed him and he returned her passion by French kissing her.

"That was nice David," said Janice remaining in character.

A dangerous game they were playing of romantically enticing and sexually teasing one another, Janice was ready to French kiss her son. It would be one thing if Jerry was a man that she had picked up and brought home from an evening out at the club or at a bar, but she was kissing and ready to French kiss her son. With her ready to go all the naked way of sucking and fucking her son, how far would he be willing to go with this pretense in having sex with his mother?

"Now what?" Jerry looked at his mother while obviously knowing full well what was next.




Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 06



If only by his kiss, she didn't have to be a mind reader to know that her son wanted her as much as she wanted him. In the way that he was looking at his mother with lust and sexual desire, no doubt, just as she was wishing too, she wondered if he wished that he could skip the beginning of this game of foreplay and go to the good parts that were more toward the end.

"Being this game is evolving not in the way that an incestuous mother and son relationship evolves in life, but as just a game, now it's my turn to kiss you again. Only, this time," she said pausing while making eye contact, "I'll French kiss you, that is, if you still want to play The Pretend Game."

With her thinking that she was a sexy mix between Brigitte Bardot and Tuesday Weld of old instead of women that he was more accustomed to lusting over such as Charlize Theron or Elisha Cuthbert, she looked at him with vulnerability mixed with sexual desire. No matter that she was his mother, she could be whomever he wanted her to be.

"Do I still want to play? Are you kidding me? Yes, of course, Mother, I still want to play The Pretend Game. This is the best game that I ever played in my life," he said with conviction that made her realize that he was enjoying playing the game as much as she was enjoying playing the game. "I want to continue to play mother, sorry, Janice, pardon me again, I mean, Cynthia."

"Okay, then, I'm going to French kiss you now," she said looking at him as if she was a sexual surrogate therapist for the Masters and Johnson's sexual clinic.

Janice leaned into her son to kiss him again and, this time when she kissed him, she parted his lips with her tongue. A mother French kissing her son and a son returning his mother's passion with his French kiss, they were kissing as if boyfriend and girlfriend instead of mother and son. Swooning when she released him, she looked up at him to see his reaction to her French kiss.

"Wow Cynthia. You're such a great kisser," said Jerry seemingly remaining in character even after making his hokey comment.

Needing to realign and redefine the game, she broke from her character to address him as her son instead of as her soon to be lover.

"Is that something that you'd say to Cynthia on a date?" Janice looked at her son with curiosity. "It sounded a little forced and a little contrived to me," she said.

Now knowing that he was sexually excited French kissing his mother, needing him to believe that he was French kissing Cynthia, she needed to get his head back in the game of pretend so that there'd be no issues of awkward guilt and feeling of remorse later.

"No, probably not," he said with a laugh. "Hard to remain in character when I just French kissed my mother, I'm just a little nervous."

Figuring as much, she looked at him with disappointment that he wasn't able to correctly play the game when she was putting forth all of her emotions to successfully, sexually seduce him. A mother kissing her son was unacceptable even to her but a mother merely playing a game of pretend with her son was somehow seemingly okay. Not feeling guilty about their developing sexual relationship, so long as she fooled herself into believing that it was just a game, she was okay with doing all and everything with her son. Actually, she didn't need to fool herself, but deceiving herself that she was just playing a game eased some of the guilt she felt now and the remorse that she would surely feel later.

"We can stop playing if you're uncomfortable French kissing me while trying to imagine me as Cynthia," she said pausing to stare at him as if trying to read him. "I'm not uncomfortable kissing you at all. As I would kiss your father if he were still alive today. Actually, I'm enjoying kissing you while pretending that you're David."

Somehow she knew just what to say while giving him a sexy look to keep him interested in wanting to do more than just French kissing her.

"No, please, I still want to play. I just need a little time to wrap my head around the fact that you're not my mother but Cynthia," he said.

He looked at her looking at him as if, perhaps, he was trying to envision her as his ex-wife.

"Well for the game to be better and truer to life, you should always remain in character," she said. "Relax. You need to pretend that we've both someone else. So long as you can pretend that I'm Cynthia then I can pretend that you're David too."

Pressing her breasts against his muscular chest, she gave him a smile while leaning into him to give him a peck on the lips.

"If I remained in character Mom, I would have already French kissed you a dozen times, removed your clothes, and I'd be having sex with you by now," he said with a laugh.

She swooned at the thought of her son French kissing her dozens of times, stripping her naked, and having sex with her. Lost in the thoughts of having deep, penetrating sex with her son, she couldn't wait until they were both naked.

"Cynthia," she said absentmindedly as if that was really her name.

He looked at her as if she was calling Cynthia.

"Pardon?"

She looked at him with motherly patience.

"You called me Mom. You must always call me Cynthia for this game to work, otherwise it's not a game at all but a son incestuously kissing his mother and a mother returning the sexual passion of her son," she said. "As I said to you before, I'd never condone and/or tolerate incestuous behavior in my house."

She sensed his awkwardness and hoped that he still wanted to play the game. The best way to find out was for him to French kiss her. She can tell a lot from a kiss and she couldn't wait to feel her son's tongue inside of her mouth.

"Sorry, Cynthia," he said.

She leaned back in the sofa, put her arms by her sides, and closed her eyes in anticipation of him French kissing her.

"Now it's your turn to French kiss me," said Janice.

As if she was his anatomically correct blowup doll, Jerry grabbed his mother and laid one on her lips as if she was some tramp he picked up at a bar. Impaling her mouth with his tongue, he was French kissing her, really French kissing her hard as if he was a man locked away in prison for years or a sailor on shore leave after being at sea months. As soon as his lips touched her lips, his horny hand touched, felt, and caressed her breast through her blouse and bra."

He was feeling up his mother while French kissing her. After wanting and imagining having sex with her son for so very long, not wanting their first sexual encounter rushed and or ruined by frantic, desperate groping, she pulled away from him.

"Is this what you do with all of your dates?"

She sat up in the couch to straighten her blouse before leaning forward to take a sip of her scotch.

"What?"

He looked at her as if he didn't have a clue what he did wrong and she looked at him with understanding and compassion.

"You grope me while kissing me. Instead of being romantic, you treated me as if I was a whore," she said.

Truth be told, later while in the bedroom, if they made it that far, she couldn't wait for him to treat her as if she was whore. Later, with both of them naked, if he treated her like the incestuous slut that she was, she'd really show him a good time.

"Sorry Mom, I mean, Cynthia. I thought all women enjoyed being felt up like that when French kissing," he said.

She looked at him and smiled while patting his knee. Instead of patting his knee through his jeans, she couldn't wait to grope his cock through his pants.

"They don't."

She frowned while making a sour face and slowly shaking her head from side to side.

"They don't? Seriously? Women don't enjoy a man touching them and feeling them?"

She sighed while rolling her eyes.

"Of course they do but not in the way that you grabbed at me while groping me," she said. "You have so much to learn. If you want to be successful with romancing and making love to a woman, you should never touch a woman until invited."

Now she wondered if that's how he acted with Cynthia. Maybe Cynthia enjoyed a man being rough with her but she didn't. Perhaps later she would but not now when they were just stoking the fire to heat their passion. Much different than being treated in the way that he'd treat his mother, even though she'd love for him to treat her like a whore later, for now she wanted to be romanced while being treated like a lady.

"Invited?" He looked at her with confusion. "Unless she says go ahead and feel my tits, how would I know when I'm invited to touch her and feel her?"

So much to learn and so much fun teaching him, she rolled her eyes again before giving him a patient, parental smile.

"You'll receive her invitation for you to do more than kiss her by the returned passion of her kisses," she said. "With men a quick explosion, women are a slow burn. You need to give a woman time to come around to the fact that she wants to have sex with you and she will, so long as you take things slow. Women need time and most men are in a rush."

Jerry reached for his scotch and, as if he was thinking, he took a long, slow sip before addressing his mother.

"So, is this what this game is about? Mother and son having sex," said Jerry with sexual excitement and nearly ruining the game by making things a little too real.

Shocked and frustrated that he wasn't getting it, she looked at him with displeasure. His head was out of the game again at a time when he should be more in character.

"Mother and son sex? How dare you say such a thing to me? Absolutely not," she said making a sour face at him. "This game has nothing whatsoever to do with a mother having sex with her son and a son having sex with his mother. In celebration of Christmas, all we're doing is playing a game."

"Sorry Mom," he said putting his head down in shame.

"Shame on you for even thinking that. Get your mind out of the gutter and your head into the game Jerry. If this game was in a box and available for purchase at the store, you'd see in big, red letters, Not meant for Having Incestuous Sex printed on the box." She paused in her scolding of him. "Maybe we should stop playing."

He looked at her as if she just told him that he couldn't have a toy at the mall or was being punished because he was bad.

"Sorry Cynthia," he said. "Please don't stop. I still want to play the game."

She folded her hands and looked down at herself as if she was deep in thought or was praying.

"Forgetting who we are, this game is about pretending that we're someone else. Mother and son doesn't even come into play when playing The Pretend Game," she said unclasping her hands to speak with them. "Incestuous sex is not part of this game Jerry. Nasty, so very nasty, by not thinking of me as Cynthia and by thinking of me as your mother, then you're having sex with your mother instead of with your ex-wife."

He looked at her and smiled while nodding his head.

"I understand how to play the game now Cynthia," he said. "Shall we continue playing the game?"

To be continued... 




Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 07



Warning: The Pretend Game is just a game of pretend. DO NOT PLAY THE PRETEND GAME AT HOME without professional supervision.

No characters in this story are underage. Mother is 49-years-old and her son is 28-years-old

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Not just playing a game, mother and son celebrate Christmas by having sex.

Continuing the game of pretend, Janice leaned in to French kiss her son, Jerry. Giving him a motherly kiss was acceptable but French kissing her son with open mouths and probing tongues, while touching and feeling one another through their clothes, was a sexually scandalous and provocatively daring move to make. With incest taboo and forbidden, for the sake of having an incestuous relationship with her son, Janice now lost all sense and sensibilities in playing this game of pretend. Too surreally realistic in their lust for one another, no one in their right mind would ever believe that they could pretend enough to not realize that a mother was having sex with her son and a son was having sex with his mother. Thinking otherwise in seemingly believing that they were someone else, other than mother and son, was just a ruse that they both needed to play to play a game of pretend.

Equally as wicked in his lust for his mother as she was in her lust for her son, Jerry French kissed his mother while obviously pretending that she was Cynthia and Janice French kissed Jerry while not pretending that he was David but her son. Yet, as if both had lost their minds in their loneliness, their depravity, and their sexual attraction for one another, how far were they willing to go in their incestuous, sexual debauchery? Would they get naked? Would they lick, suck, and fuck one another? Would this sexual fantasy only be a onetime adventure or would this Christmas celebration develop into a mother and son sexual relationship that would span for years?

If they could pull this off by pretending that they were indeed someone else, what's so wrong with a mother making love to her son while pretending that he was her dead husband and a son making love to his mother while pretending that she was his ex-wife? If they could come together under the pretense of playing a game, wouldn't more mothers and sons explore the forbidden fruits of incest if playing The Game of Pretend was the way to do that without repercussions, without guilt, and without remorse? Maybe most mothers and sons who have incestuous sex don't have guilt or remorse.

Having no control over how they sexually feel about one another, maybe most mothers and sons who have had incestuous sex allow the sexual excitement to wash over them in the way that a wave washes over them at the shore. She wondered how many of her girlfriends lusted over their sons. She wondered how many of her girlfriends' sons lusted over their mothers. She wondered how many women she knew were already having sex with their sons. Having been happening for hundreds of years, a mother having sex with her son, surely, she wasn't the only one.

By playing pretend, and obviously unbeknownst to Jerry, this was his mother's justifiable way for her to have incestuous sex with her son without either of them having all of the guilt and remorse associated with such a forbidden relationship. By playing pretend, and obviously unbeknownst to Janice, maybe this was his justifiable way for him to have incestuous sex with his mother without him having all of the guilt and remorse associated with such a forbidden relationship. Pray tell, how else could two mature adults, who were mother and son and forbidden to do so by normalcy, by decency, and by society, explore one another's naked bodies while having sex with guilt free consciences?

Kissing and kissing one another without groping her breasts as he did before, Jerry now knew not to feel his mother's breast until she invited him to do so by the passion of her kisses or in this case, when she felt his cock through his jeans. Feeling him jump when she ran her hand across his bulging erection, she felt more than his cock when she felt her son's prick through his pants. She felt his surprise and she felt the hardening passion that swelled, throbbed, and pulsated in his pants for her. In the way that she was already so very wet for her son, her son was already so very hard for her.

Taking his growing erection in her hand through his pants, she fingered the head of his cock with her manicured fingers before squeezing it and kneading it in her hand as if she was rolling a fine, handmade, Cuban cigar. Responding to his mother's signals of her feeling his big prick, it was then and only then that he felt her large breasts through her blouse and bra while French kissing her. The more they played the pretend game and the more the pretend game progressed, the more they kissed, touched, and felt one another, and the more sexually excited they both became.

"Finger my nipples David," she whispered as if speaking to her long dead husband instead of her much alive son. "I like it when you finger my nipples though my blouse and bra while kissing me. It's been so long since you felt my tits," she said whispering what she wanted and what she needed in his ear.

Obviously with Janice in control of this mother and son sexual relationship, Jerry obeyed his mother. On the pretense of fingering Cynthia's nipples through her blouse and bra, he French kissed and French kissed his mother. With each kiss heightening their sexual passion, too late to turn back, there was no stopping their forbidden lust for one another.

"I love feeling your big tits Cynthia," he said feeling her big tits. "I love fingering your big nipples," he said pulling at the impressions her nipples made through her clothes to make them bigger and harder while staring down at them.

She looked down at his hands to watch him feel her tits and finger her nipples.

"Squeeze my tits David. I like it when you squeeze my tits," she said.

As if squeezing oranges for orange juice at breakfast, Jerry squeezed his mother's tits, no doubt, as if in the way that he'd squeeze Cynthia's tits. Squeezing one, he squeezed the other. Then, looking up at his mother before looking back down at her exposed breasts, he squeezed her tits again.

"How's that?"

He looked in her blue eyes before looking down at her breasts. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy, especially with her sitting there topless. By the fact that he was willing to have sex with his mother, he'd do anything to pleasure and or please his mother, even if it meant him squeezing her tits. Normally men revere and regard women's naked breasts with respect, lust, and desire and squeezing a woman's tits seemed against the natural order of all things sacred.

"Harder," she said. "Squeeze them harder. I like having my tits squeezed harder than that. Squeeze them as hard as you can."

As if his hands were a mammary gland machine during a breast exam or a vice on his work bench, obeying her wishes, he squeezed his mother's breasts harder while looking at his mother to see if he was hurting her.

"That's as hard as I can squeeze," he said. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I like having my tits squeezed by your strong hands," she said. "It feels good when you squeeze my tits like that David," she said. "Don't worry about hurting me. You won't hurt me."

Jerry looked at his mother as if she was weird and compared to most mothers who aren't sexually attracted to their sons, she was more than weird. Yet, so wasn't he weird for being so sexually attracted to his mother. She was as perversely perverted in the way that he was perversely perverted to participate in playing this game of pretend that was nothing more than a prelude to them having incestuous sex.

"I never knew any woman who liked having her tits squeezed," he said.

With both of them now playing the game, they allowed the game to naturally progress. Jerry started unbuttoning his mother's blouse one slow button at a time while looking to see what each unbuttoned button revealed before reaching his hand inside to feel her big tits through her bra. In the way that she couldn't believe he was feeling her naked breasts on his wedding day, temporarily forsaking Cynthia for her, she couldn't believe her son was back home with her now and feeling her breasts through her bra.

Feeling her bra clad breasts and fondling her boobs through her bra, he squeezed her big breasts while concentrating the touch of his fingertips to the impressions that her hard nipples made through her bra. Following her lead, when she showed sexual excitement to having her nipples fingered, he pulled her nipples out more through her bra with his thumb and index finger. With him feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her bra, she felt his cock through his pants.

His cock felt so big. His cock felt so hard. She couldn't wait to see it, to touch it, and to stroke him to an even bigger and harder erection.

"You're making my nipples so big and so hard," she said looking down at the nickel sized impressions her nipples made in her bra before looking up at him. 

Her sure sign that she was enjoying what he was doing to her nipples, she rewarded him with deep wet kissing while continuing to fondle his cock through his pants. A son having the horny courage to touch and feel his mother was one thing but a mother to not only welcome her son's sexual advances while touching and feeling her son too was something else entirely. Both wicked in the sexual desire for one another, taking two to play this game, this game of pretend wouldn't work if both mother and son weren't hot for one another.

"You do have huge nipples Cynthia," he said staying in character.

"Thank you," she said looking down at where he was touching her.

"You're nipples are so big and so hard," he said continuing to feel her tits through her bra while fingering her nipples.

"Take off my blouse David," she said.

Unbuttoning the last few buttons, he removed her blouse. Now with his mother sitting there in her bra and short skirt, his hands were all over his mother's big, bra clad breasts while kissing her. Touching the tops of her jiggling breasts through her bra, he felt and squeezed her tits while fingering her nipples before boldly sliding his horny hand inside of her bra cups to finger her naked nipple, first one and then the other.

"I love your big tits Cynthia. They feel so soft and yet so firm," he said. "I love your big nipples. They're so hard. May I remove your bra Cynthia?"

Interrupting her from her sexual trance while enjoying the sexual touches of her son, as if his question was a needle scratching across a phonograph album, she looked at him with shocked surprise.

"Pardon me for jumping out of character Jerry but you mustn't ask permission to remove a woman's bra," she said. "Especially when that woman is your mother and especially when we're in the middle of playing a game of pretend," she said scolding him as his mother and not as his ex-wife.

"Sorry," he said.

"You wait for the right moment, then when the time is right, you move your hand behind her and unhook her bra. Only, in this case," she said looking down at her bra before looking up at him to give him a sexy, little laugh, "I'm wearing a front snapping bra. While French kissing me and while feeling my tits and fingering my nipples through my bra, as if you're a safecracker opening a safe, stealthily unhook me," she said.

As if telling him the playground was open just for him and her fun bags had his name written all over them, he looked at his mother before looking down at her bra covered breasts with excited sexual anticipation.

"Okay. Got it Cynthia," he said returning back in character before kissing his mother and while feeling, fondling, and caressing his mother's big tits.

He concentrated on fingering her big nipples through her bra before reaching in front of her to unhook her bra while kissing her. Taking Cynthia's sexual excitement as his cue to continue fingering her nipples through her bra, he waited for the right moment when he obviously felt her passion match his. Then, as if untying the bow of an expensive Christmas package, he released her breasts by lifting one side of her bra. As if opening the gates to Heaven, as if Heavenly music was playing loud enough for both of them to hear, "Hallelujah!" her breasts were released. As if her bra was a Tiffany, blue box given to him, instead of to her on Christmas day, with two priceless jewels inside, he stared down at the sight of his mother's big tits.

"Do you like my tits David?"

She threw back her shoulders and puffed out her chest before looking down at where her son was staring before looking up at him.

"Do I like your tits? Is that a rhetorical question while digging for compliments," he said with a laugh. "Symmetrically perfect in every way, I absolutely love your tits," he said staring at her breasts.

"Thank you David," she said. "I love my breasts too," she said looking down at her breasts while cupping them in her hands before lifting them up as if offering him her tits to suck.

As if he couldn't believe his eyes and seemingly afraid to touch them, perhaps because what he was seeing may not be real but a dream or a sexual fantasy and fearing they may disappear, he never removed his eyes from her exposed breasts.

"You have beautiful breasts Cynthia."

Just as it obviously sexually excited her son to see his mother's naked breasts, it sexually excited her to show her son her naked breasts. In the way that it happened five, long years ago when he surprised her by walking in on her on his wedding day when she was topless and nearly naked but for her bikini panties, this day topped that day. Without having any of the pretenses of being embarrassed and/or trying to stop him from touching her and feeling her breasts, and without him tickling her as his excuse to touch and feel her big tits, she wanted him to have his wicked way with her boobs. A mother exposing her breasts to her son was just as naughty and nasty as a son staring, touching, and feeling at all that she was showing.

"Touch me David," she said leaning her breasts to his hand. "Feel my tits. Finger my nipples. You know you make me so wet when you touch me in that way."

Jerry was all over his mother's big tits. Touching them, feeling them, cupping them, holding them, caressing them, and squeezing them while staring at them and fingering her nipples, he was so very sexually excited just by having his horny way with her tits while kissing and kissing her. She wondered if he was so sexually excited touching and feeling her tits because he was pretending that they were Cynthia's tits or her tits, his mother's tits. In the way that she was so very sexually excited with him touching and feeling her breasts in such an inappropriate way, she's never felt as much sexual excitement with her husband that she now feels with her son. Just as she'd allow her son to do anything he wanted to do to her topless body, she'd do anything to pleasure and sexually satisfy her son.

"I love your big tits Cynthia. I love your big nipples," he said fingering them, pulling them, turning them, and twisting them while French kissing his mother. "You're nipples are so big. You're nipples are so hard," he said continuing to slide his palms across them while fingering them.

She couldn't wait for her son to suck her tits. She couldn't wait for him to take her nipples in his mouth. She couldn't wait to feel that sexual pleasure that she felt when her husband sucked her tits so very long ago.

"Suck my tits David. Take my nipples in your mouth," she said putting a gentle hand behind his neck when he leaned down to suck her tits. "Bite my nipples. It makes me hot to have my nipples nibbled."

Not wasting another second, Jerry took his mother's big nipples in his mouth, first one and then the other. Sucking her nipple, he gently bit her nipple while he fingered her other nipple. Going back and forth, from one to the other, he French kissed his mother in between sucking her tits. It wasn't as if mother and son were kissing, touching, fondling, and about to have sex, they were just playing a game.

Not to be outdone by her son, having her own fun, Janice felt Jerry's hardening prick through his pants before daring herself to unzip him. A huge tear in the fabric of decent society between the normal relations of a mother and her son, the sound of his zipper heralded a warning for her not to continue this lunacy and stop before having sex with her son. When pulling down his zipper as if in slow motion and as if parting the Red Sea, the sound of his zipper made a resounding noise as if there was a split and an incestuous divide between God and the Devil. As if she was reaching her hand in the mailbox to retrieve her mail or reaching through a porthole between Heaven and Hell, she reached her hand inside of his pants to feel his cock through his underwear.

If a mother feeling her son's cock through his pants wasn't enough, a long time coming, Janice always wanted to touch and feel Jerry's naked prick. Wondering if his cock was as big as his father's big prick, she couldn't wait to see his big prick, to stroke his stiff cock, and to suck her son's penis. If only he knew how hot she was for him and for his cock, long before playing this silly and transparent game of pretend, she wondered what he'd think of her. If only he knew that she didn't need a silly game of pretend to have sex with her son, she wondered if he'd still voluntarily and willingly have sex with her.

She wondered what his reaction would be to her not only putting her hand on his naked cock but also fondling his prick and stroking his dick before putting her mouth on his big prick to suck his cock. Would he want her to continue or would he ask her to stop a game that ultimately would end in them having sex? A son thinking of his mother naked while masturbating was one thing and a mother imagining having sex with her son was something else, but the two of them actually going through with this lunacy with the pretense of playing a silly game of pretend was just nuts. As long as he stayed in character in thinking that she was Cynthia instead of his mother, in the way he was so sexually excited over seeing, feeling, and sucking her tits, she imagined that once she started touching her son's prick that he'd definitely want her to continue playing the game.

Having imagined holding his cock in her hand so very many times before while masturbating herself, she couldn't wait to touch him. She couldn't wait to fondle his cock with her fingertips while staring at his big prick and watching him harden in her hand. She couldn't wait to wrap her fingers around his stiff prick and stroke him. She couldn't wait to take his hard dick in her mouth while looking up at him with her big, blue eyes and while sucking him. She couldn't wait for him to put a gentle hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head while he ejaculated his cum in her mouth and she swallowed him. 

A mother doing everything for her son, even sucking and fucking him would be his just reward for sexually satisfying her. Feeling the sexual sensation as if her husband was back in bed with her again, she could only imagine what it would feel like to have her son's huge monster of a cock inside of her pussy. Having been so long since she had sex with anyone but with her own hand and fingers, she's been dreaming and sexually fantasizing over this moment for years. Taking it slow and not wanting to rush the first time touching, feeling, and seeing his cock, she teased the head of his prick through his underwear with her fingertips. As much as it obviously sexually aroused him for her to touch him through his pants and fondle him through his underwear, it sexually aroused her too.

After all the months and years she's masturbated while imagining touching her son's cock, she couldn't believe that she was touching her son's cock now. Feeling his cock through his underwear, the more that she fondled his stiff prick with her fingertips, the bigger and harder it became. While kissing him and kissing him, the more she felt his cock through his underwear, the more that he fingered and sucked her nipples, and the more sexually excited they both became. She couldn't wait to remove his cock from his pants. She couldn't wait to see him and stare at him before wrapping her fingers around him.




Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 07



"I love sucking your big tits. I love your hand feeling my prick Cynthia," he said whispering the lust that he had for her in her ear in the way that she had been whispering the lust that she had for him in his ear too.

Aroused by the provocativeness of his words, she rejoiced over his words that her son loves sucking her big tits. She was more than sexually encouraged that her son loves her hand feeling his stiff prick. Things that a son should never say to his mother, instead of being revolted and/or disgusted, she swooned at all that her son sexually said to her. She continued fondling her son's cock through his underwear while he continued French kissing her, feeling her tits, and fingering her nipples. Now or never, down and dirty, it was time to get real.

"Take off your pants David," she said whispering in his ear.

Something that most mothers would and should never say to their sons, unless they're sick with a fever or on fire, shocking even herself by blurting out such an inappropriate request, she found the courage and was sexually excited enough to ask Jerry to remove his pants. Perhaps, had they not been playing a pretend game, she never would have asked her son to remove his pants. If only to prove to herself that she wasn't dreaming this and/or sexually fantasizing this, she needed to see her son's prick. The point of no return, she couldn't wait for the moment that she not only saw her son's prick but also touched, felt, fondled, and stroked her son's prick before sucking and fucking his prick.

Briefly before discounting the thought, she wondered what happened in her life to make her so sexually attracted to her son. Briefly before discounting that thought too, she wondered what she did wrong to make her son so sexually attracted to her. Yet, whether something happened to her and/or something that she did to him, what did it matter? She was in the moment now, something she'll never, ever forget, the day she had sex with her son.

"Okay," he said standing to kick off his shoes.

"Show me your cock," she said as if he was a CFNM stripper and she was an impatient, inebriated customer ready to put a dollar bill in his G-string. "I want to touch you, feel you, and fondle you," she said while watching him remove his pants. "It's been such a long time since I felt your big, hard prick in my hot, horny hand David," she said while pretending to stay in character.

Immediately obeying his mother, Jerry removed his pants. Then, as if removing the shroud from a realistically lifelike sculpture of a naked man on display at an art gallery, he removed his underwear too. Standing before his mother nearly naked but for his short tee shirt and with his erect cock proudly displayed, he stepped closer to her as she leaned forward. As if she was a female doctor, an urologist, and he was being examined, he watched his mother stare at his cock without touching it in the way that he stared at her breasts without touching them at first.

Pulsating and throbbing, his naked cock dared his mother to do more than just stare. Teasing her with his hard prick in the way she teased him with her naked breasts, his exposed prick gave her a sexy, penile dance to tempt her to touch him. Jerry's stiff prick dared his mother to feel him and take him in her hand to fondle him and stroke him before taking him in her mouth to suck him and before taking him in her pussy to fuck him. Obviously, just by the sexually deranged look on his face, in the way that he couldn't wait to feel and suck his mother's naked breasts, he couldn't wait for her to feel and suck his naked cock. Tits for cock and balls, in the way that Jerry stared at his mother's naked breasts, Janice stared at her son's naked cock and balls.

As convolutedly confusing but absolutely necessary to continue the pretense while playing the game, he pretended that she was Cynthia and she deceived him into thinking that she believed that he was David. Yet, in the way that it excited her more to have sex with her son than with her husband, she wondered if it would excite him more to believe that he was having sex with his mother instead of his ex-wife. Seemingly a mother having sex with her son and a son having sex with his mother was forbidden and so wrong. Yet, in the course of just playing a game while pretending that they were someone else, her ruse was working.

Nevertheless the success of the game, she wished she could end the game while continuing to have sex with her son as his mother instead of as his bitch of a cougar, ex-wife. Stopping the pretense, she'd love for him to call her Janice, Mom, or mother while sucking her tits and fingering her pussy. Further sexually intensifying the game under the realities of incest, instead of under the guise of playing pretend, she'd love to call him Jerry or son while she played with his cock. Only with incestuous sex too dangerous a thing to do when not playing the game of pretend, pretending seemed to be the best and only way for them to get what they both so wanted without experiencing all the guilt and having remorse later. Maybe later, with both of them good with continuing an incestuous relationship, they wouldn't even have to play game of pretend for them to have sex.

"What do you think of my cock Cynthia," he said addressing her as his ex-wife while still playing his role in The Pretend Game.

She stared down at his exposed prick in the way that he stared down at her exposed breasts. Sexually excited, she stared at her son's cock in the way that a mother should never stare at her son's cock. Filled with sexual arousal, especially when with the thoughts of her pussy filled with him, she couldn't wait to let her son know what she really thought of his cock.

"You have a beautiful prick David," she said. "May I touch you?"

With her outstretch hand poised at the ready to wrap her fingers around his stiff prick, she waited for his invitation to touch him.

"Of course, being that you're my wife," he said watching his mother reach out her hand to touch him. "My cock is your cock," he said with a laugh.

Doing more than just touching him, she felt him, fondled him, and slowly stroked him while staring up at him to watch his reaction to his mother seeing and feeling his cock. Staring down at her hand, he watched her stroke his cock as if watching her having her way with his cock was his sexually fantasy too. While watching her stroking his cock, he reached his hand down and forward to feel her exposed breasts and finger her nipples.

"It's been so long since I sucked you," she said as if speaking to her deceased husband David. She looked up at him with her big, blue eyes to make eye contact with him before asking his permission for her to suck him. "May I take you in my mouth?"

Playing her game by teasing him with questions that she obviously knew the answers to, being that this was the game that she played with herself when masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with her son, she enjoyed this part of the game.

"Yes, of course you may suck me. I can't wait for you to take me in your mouth Cynthia. I can't wait for you to blow me," he said stepping closer to her.

Staring at his cock while stroking him and looking up at him, Janice teased her son by delaying the sensation of her taking him in her mouth. Enjoying the reality of the moment, not wanting to rush a thing, she took her sweet time with feeling his hard dick in her hand. Then leaning forward, she kissed his cock before flicking out her tongue to lick his cock while still staring up at him to see his reaction to her motherly tongue having her wicked way with his cock. Staring from her beautiful face to stare at her mouth and at her tongue licking his cock, he watched her as if he was a man having sex for the first time.

Teasing him by kissing his cock and licking his cock while gently cupping his testicles with one hand and stroking with her other hand, she made slow, sweet, oral love to his prick. In the way that she sucked her husband so very many times before, she took the head of her son's cock in her mouth and sucked him in the way that no mother should ever suck her son. Sucking him deeper while stroking him faster, with her tongue twirling around the head of his cock and flicking at his pee-hole, she continued sucking him deeper and stroking him faster.

"As much as I'm enjoying sucking your cock, I'd rather you strip me naked and eat my pussy, before making love to me," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak. "Maybe we should continue our little game of pretend in my bedroom."

As if talking to her lover instead of her son, she was so inappropriately brazen with her sexual lust for her son. By pushing all of his buttons by spending time with his cock and with him responding in kind by giving as much attention to her tits as she gave to his prick, she punctuated their sexual time together by talking dirty to him and he followed suit.

"As much as I'm enjoying having you suck my cock, I'd like very much to strip you naked and eat your pussy Cynthia," he said. "Yes, we should adjourn to your bedroom where we'd be more comfortable."

To be continued...



Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 08



Warning: The Pretend Game is just a game of pretend. DO NOT PLAY THE PRETEND GAME AT HOME without professional supervision.

No characters in this story are underage. Mother is 49-years-old and her son is 28-years-old.

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Going where no mother should ever go with her son and no son should ever go with his mother, Janice and Jerry celebrate Christmas by having sex and cumming together.

Feeling good but not drunk, with both of them a little tipsy from having a few drinks of their holiday cheer, a 25-year-old bottle of single malt scotch, Jerry reached down to help his mother stand from the couch. As soon as she stood, he gathered her up in his arms and kissed her as if she really was his ex-wife, Cynthia. He gave her a long, wet kiss, a kiss that no son should ever give his mother and a kiss that no mother should ever return the passion of her son.

For a mother to French kiss her son and for a son to French kiss his mother, the prelude to them having incestuous sex, was unacceptably forbidden. Yet, French kissing one another and even having sex with one another was acceptable so long as they continued playing the game of pretend. With Jerry pretending that his mother was Cynthia, his ex-wife and Janice pretending that her son was his deceased father, David, pretending that they were someone else was pivotally key to them having sex, so long as they played the game of pretend. Without playing the pretend game, Janice would be just another mother having sex with her son and Jerry would be just another son having sex with his mother.

Yet when playing such a dangerously dirty, decadent, degenerate game of debauchery, it was impossibly difficult to remain in character, especially when the participants in the game are mother and son. Perhaps, no longer playing the game, no longer in character, and no longer pretending that his mother was his ex-wife, Jerry kissed her in the way that a son lusting over his mother would kiss his mother. Perhaps, no longer playing the game, no longer in character, and no longer pretending that her son was her deceased husband, she kissed her son in the way that a mother lusting over her son would kiss her son.

Yet, unbeknownst to Jerry, never in character while pretending that her son was her ex-husband, David, Janice was guilty of cheating at the pretend game that she created. Truth be told, the whole game was devised as her ruse to have sex with her son. Unable to tell, perhaps her son wasn't pretending either and this was his ruse to have sex with his mother.

In her defense, how could she pretend her son was someone else when she was having so much fun in having foreplay with her son? For all that she knew, in the way that she was enjoying having foreplay with her son instead of pretending to have foreplay with her deceased husband, Jerry may not have been pretending to have foreplay with his ex-wife but with his mother instead. Regardless, while pretending to pretend, whether either of them were pretending or not, they both still needed to remain in character for the sake of playing the pretend game. Regardless, pretending or not and remaining in character or not, the bottom line is that Janice found a way, a loophole, if you will, to have sex with her son without the associated guilt and/or remorse. Moreover, perhaps by taking his lead from his mother, her son found his loophole to for him to have sex with his mother too without having the associated guilt and/or remorse.

He gave her a deep wet, soulful kiss, something she's always imagined him surprising her in doing. Then, as if raising the curtain in a stripper's show, he lifted the back of her short skirt. With her panty clad ass exposed to his horny hands, he squeezed her shapely butt through her bikini panties. Feeling her firm, round buttocks while kissing and kissing her, with her enjoying the sensation of his hands as much as he obviously was, she made no attempt to move his hand away from her ass.

Even though they were playing The Game of Pretend, a son French kissing his mother was one thing but a son lifting his mother's short skirt to have his horny way with her panty clad ass was something else entirely. No doubt about it and with all the pretenses put aside, in the way that she wanted to have sex with him, he wanted to have sex with her. No turning back now, as if they were just another man and woman instead of mother and son, with her not trying to save her dignity, self-respect, and/or her modesty, this was the prelude to them going all the way and having sex.

With her already topless and her nipples already hard and erect, Janice wrapped her arms around her son's neck as soon as she stood and pressed her naked breasts against his muscular, tee shirt clad chest while leaning her head back to French kiss him. Then, as if her son was her deceased husband and she was his ex-wife, she did something that a mother should never do with her son unless they were playing the game of pretend. With him already naked below the waist, ever so gently, she reached down to cup his big balls in her small hand before wrapping her manicured fingers around his cock to stroke him.

Lovingly, affectionately, endearingly, and in the way that only a mother can fondle her son's big prick, she continued to slowly stroke him while fondling the head of his cock with her fingertips. He was so hard and just feeling his prick in her hand made her so wet. She couldn't wait to feel him inside of her humping her, making love to her, and fucking her. With one hand squeezing her ass and his other hand squeezing her breast, while she continued stroking her son's cock, she couldn't wait to suck him. She couldn't wait for him to lick her. She couldn't wait to get him in bed and make love to him before fucking him.

Kissing and kissing her, he felt and cupped her ass through her panties, while having his horny way with her tits. Feeling her everywhere in the way that she imagined he'd touch and feel her in her sexual dreams about him, a longtime sexual fantasy finally becoming her reality, she couldn't believe they were about to have sex. Playing with his cock while he felt and kissed her, she could tell by the hardness of his prick and by the passion of his kisses that this was no game of pretend for him. In the way that she was kissing and feeling him not as her dead husband but as her son, she couldn't help but wonder if he was kissing and feeling her not as his ex-wife but as his mother. Sex, sex, sex, forbidden sex and incestuous sex, just as it was so wrong for a son to lust over his mother it was worse for a mother to lust over her son.

She wondered how many mothers lusted over their sons and how many sons lusted over their mothers. She wondered how many mothers relented to the temptation and had sex with their sons. She wondered how many sons forced their mothers to have sex with them. Yet, under the pretense of playing the game of pretend, she was finally able to get what she wanted for so long and he was able to get all that he seemingly desired.

In the sexually heated way that she felt now when ready to make love to her son, so long as they believed that they were only playing the game of pretend, she didn't see anything wrong with what they were doing. Even without the pretenses of playing the game, not understanding why it was so forbidden to have incestuous sex with her son and for him to have incestuous sex with his mother, they were just two people coming together for comfort and for love. Even if those two people are mother and son, especially if those two people are mother and son, coming together for comfort and for love, even if their relationship included incestuous sex, incestuous sex can't be all bad.

A longtime sexual fantasy come true, one that she had when masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with her son for years, this was the best Christmas she could have asked to have. Having her son sexually was the best Christmas gift that he could have given her and seemingly by his favorable response, her having sex with her son was the best Christmas gift that she could have given him. Just as she wanted to make this a sexual memory for him, she wanted him to make this a sexual memory for her too. Once in a lifetime, a sexual memory they both shall have for the rest of their lives, seizing the moment by enjoying their brief time together, they may never come together quite like this again.

Her longtime sexual fantasy of him pushing up against her and lifting up her skirt to dry hump her while she stood at the kitchen sink washing dishes, as he felt her tits through her blouse and bra, was nearly realized with this affectionate, sexual moment. In the way that he had lifted her short skirt to touch, feel, and squeeze her panty clad ass, she had imagined him doing this nearly every time she masturbated. While masturbating herself with the thoughts of him kissing and kissing her, touching her, and feeling her, she still had so many sexual fantasies that she had left to explore with her son. Yet, with him ready and willing to have sex with her now, all of her sexual fantasies have suddenly become her reality.

In case this was the only sexual time they'd come together as man and woman instead of as mother and son, she wanted to do everything she had fantasized doing with him. In the way that he was giving her sexual pleasure now, she wanted to give him some sexual pleasure too. Giving him sexual pleasure that of course included a release and a relief of the sexual tension that they she felt now and assuredly that he felt too was something that she's always sexually fantasized doing. As if she was a ten thousand dollar call girl paid to give her client an around the world trip, in case they never had sex again, she wanted to have lasting memories if only to masturbate over later.

Then, when he moved his fingers between her legs from behind to touch her where he's never touched her before and where no son should ever touch his mother, forgetting her fantasy for a moment, she gasped with the erotic pleasure and sexual desire for her son. With her skirt still bunched up around her waist, while still kissing and kissing her, he moved his hands to the front of her to feel her tits again. He fingered, pulled, turned, and twisted her nipples before moving his hand down the front of her to her panty clad pussy. An incestuous line that no son should ever cross, her son was about to touch her pussy, albeit through her panties. In the way that he was already so very hard for her, she was already so very wet for him. She couldn't wait to feel his finger touching her, feeling her, and probing her even if it was only through her panties.

In the way that she reached her hand inside of his pants to feel his cock through his underwear, he returned the favor and felt his mother's cunt through her panty. As if it all happened in slow motion, a memory she'll never forget, he cupped her pussy in his hand through her white, bikini panty. She wondered if he could feel how wet she was. She was so very wet.

A daringly and sexually suggestive move on his part, with no more pretenses or doubts about it, she couldn't believe it when he stuck his hand down inside of her panty to cup her bare pussy in his palm. Oh my God, she thought she was going to faint when she felt his hand feeling her pubic hair. Her son was cupping her blonde, trimmed, naked pussy. In the way that she was still holding onto his cock, her son had her pussy in the palm of his hand. Already so wet for him, hoping he'd penetrate her and wiggle a finger inside of her, yet not wanting him to rush things, she was glad when he didn't impale her with his finger.

For the time being, it was enough that he felt her cunt. Her cunt, her son felt and cupped her cunt. Now with her sexual fantasy assuredly becoming more of her sexual reality, she couldn't believe that he touched her cunt.

Not usually using that word, she always found that word offense. Never liking that word especially when used in reference to her, now that she was with her son, that word sexually excited her. When thinking of her son touching, feeling, and cupping her cunt in the way that she touched, felt, and cupped his cock and his testicles, her son wanted his mother enough to not only allow her to stroke his cock but also to stick his horny hand down her panty.

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With Janice topless and Jerry bottomless, they escorted one another to her bedroom. Feeling the need to preserve her modesty for some reason, totally out of character as Cynthia, rather than flashing her son her pussy, Janice fluffed down her short skirt before spreading her legs to climb on her bed. She made herself comfortable while propping up her pillows behind her head and back to watch her son having his wicked, incestuous way with her nearly naked body. In the way that her son stared at her naked breasts on his wedding day when he barged in her bedroom while she was dressing and was topless, he stared at her exposed tits now. A continuation of what may have transpired before had he not married that bitch of a cougar and disappeared to California for five years, this is where they left off when he left her, his mother, for Cynthia.

Yet, different then than now, she wasn't feebly trying to prevent him from seeing her breasts by hiding them with her hands and forearm or thwarting his hands from touching and feeling her big tits by twisting and turning away from him. Now with him wanting her as much as she wanted him, whatever he wanted to do with his mother's nearly naked body was okay with her. With no more pretenses, other than staying in character for the sake of playing the game that they both needed to play, they were both ready to have incestuous sex. It was okay for them to have sex, even incestuous sex, so long as they remained in character while pretending to be someone else.

Once inside his mother's bedroom, as if he had never been with a woman before, even though he surely has been with plenty of women, including his ex-wife, he was seemingly enamored with her nearly naked body. Maybe because she was his mother instead of his ex-wife that her nakedness so commanded his attention and his focused his stare. In the way that the sex was much more exciting for her when having sex with her son, she wondered if the sex was much more exciting for him to have sex with his mother. Seemingly as if this was part of his sexually fantasy too, instead of groping her in the way that he did on his wedding day, he took his time in the way that she hoped he would.

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Jerry felt his mother's silky, smooth, shaved legs before lifting the front of her short skirt higher to expose her white, bikini panties to his horny eyes. He seemed just as sexually excited to expose her panty as she was sexually excited to be so exposed. Now with him in control of her, obviously he took great pleasure in exposing her panties to him in the way she had always exposed her panties to him when flashing him. As if she was lying there flashing her son her panties, something that she routinely did as her way of sexually teasing him and arousing him for her to masturbate over later, he was now flashing his mother's panties to himself.

Then, moving her legs apart by her ankles, as if she was a sexy Japanese woman cornered on a crowded commuter train, he stuck a horny hand between her legs and cupped her pussy through her panty again in the way he did before. Only this time, with his touch more deliberate than delicate, violating her as if she was some whore that he sexually assaulted in a dark alley instead of her being his mother, his fingers were more probing and more demanding of her. It was obvious to her by his touches that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Ready to do anything and everything that he wanted her to sexually do, she was his to take.

"David," she gasped when he slowly slid his index finger along her panty clad slit and pressed down. "You're making me so very wet." Instead of looking at him with motherly love, she looked at him with sexual passion in her eyes. "I love it when you tease my pussy through my panty with your finger."

Taking her sexual hint to action, he continued tracing her pussy slit through her panty with added pressure to his finger. As if he was feeling his girlfriend's or his ex-wife's pussy, he felt his mother's mound of trimmed, blonde, pubic hair through her panty. Then, gently and slowly as if removing an expensive, Christmas, gift wrapping paper that he wanted to save from a package without ripping it, Jerry slowly removed her short skirt to expose her white, bikini panties and her shapely thighs to his horny eyes. Nearly naked again but for her white, bikini panties, Jerry stared at his mother in the way that he stared at her on his wedding day five years ago when he tickled her as his pretense to touch, feel, and fondle her big tits. Now totally vulnerable, ready and willing to have sex with her son in the way that he seemingly was ready and willing to have sex with his mother five years ago, obviously he wanted her now as much as she had always wanted him.

As if she was about to run a marathon and as if giving his mother a leg massage, he gently and slowly ran his hands up and down her smooth legs while feeling them and kneading them. In the way that Fitch, played by Bryan Brown, gave Nina, played by Mimi Rogers, a full body massage in the aptly named movie Full Body Massage, Jerry massaged his mother's nearly naked body. With her son's hands touching and feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother, she wondered what her dead husband would say if he was here to see this. Would he berate her and his son for having forbidden sex or would he sit in the corner and masturbate himself while watching his son have incestuous sex with his mother?

In the way that Ray Aibelli, played by Jeremy Davies, massaged Alberta Watson's legs, when playing Susan Aibelli, Ray's mother, in Spanking the Monkey, from ankles to knees and from knees to thighs, he continued her sexy leg massage while stopping just short of her crotch. Teasing her sexually while rubbing her legs, he felt her legs and massaged her legs as if he had been dreaming and sexually fantasizing about feeling and massaging his mother's legs in such a forbidden way before. With his touches making her so relaxed, albeit sexually aroused and wet, ready to have deep, penetrating sex with her son, Janice was enthralled with her son touching and feeling her in such an inappropriate way.

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As if posing her for a sexy, X-rated photo shoot, something that most sons are not only forbidden to see and but also forbidden to fully appreciate, he spread her legs more to stare at her panty clad pussy. In complete compliance to whatever he wanted to sexually do with her, she raised her knees to give him an even better look. Then, falling between her spread legs for a much closer look of her pussy, he touched, fingered, licked, and even playfully bit her pussy through her panty. While having his wicked way with her panty clad pussy, he looked up at her to see her reaction to what he was doing in the way she looked up at him when his cock was buried in her mouth.

Finally, moving to his knees and as if squeezing out a royal, straight flush at a poker table, he ever so slowly slid his mother's panties down to expose her pussy before sliding them down to her ankles and removing them. Naked, naked, naked, if he was still pretending while playing the game of pretend, his ex-wife, Cynthia, was naked. Naked, naked, naked, if not still pretending while playing the game of pretend, his mother, Janice was naked. Nirvana, something so forbidden yet something so beautiful, ready for him to finger, lick, and fuck, his mother's cunt glistened in the dim nightlight of her bedroom.

Something he's never seen before, no doubt, obviously in the way that he was looking at her now, as if she was his precious gift given to him by an Arabian Sultan, he's imagined her naked before. In the way that she's masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with him, for him to stare at her in the way that he was staring at her now, obviously he's masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with her before. Now that she was naked and her pussy was so clearly exposed, as if examining her and studying her to see from whence he emerged twenty-eight years ago, he spread her legs again as if he was going to mount her to make love to her. In the way that Janice returned her son's stare and cooperated in her movements with his every touch, she was just as sexually excited to show her son her pussy as her son was sexually excited to see her pussy.




Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 08



With his mother showing her son lots of wet, pretty pick, she couldn't wait for him to touch her, finger her, lick her, eat her, and fuck her. If it wasn't enough for her son to have his wicked way with her breasts, she couldn't believe that he was having his wicked way with her pussy. Albeit under the guise and pretenses of playing a silly game of pretend, this was a long time sexual fantasy that took five years and a look-a-like wife for him to divorce for him to finally be with his mother.

Having her son naked with her while she was naked too, was the best Christmas gift that he could have ever given her. As if having an out of body experience, she watched him stare at her naked body before he focused his stare on her cunt. In the way that her husband looked at her when sexually wanting her, and in the way that she stared at her son's cock, not only was her son seeing her naked for the first time but also he was staring at her cunt.

His mother's cunt, wicked in her sexual desire for her son, she couldn't believe she was so bold to show him her pussy up close and personal. Sniffing, kissing, and licking her trimmed, blonde pubic haired pussy, he traced her naked slit with his finger. Oh my God, if it wasn't enough that she was so exposed to Jerry, she couldn't believe that her son was touching and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother. As evidenced by his kisses, his touches, and his stares, as wicked in her sexual desire for him, seemingly he showed even more sexual desire for her. With one encouraging and inflaming the other, they were both more than willing to continue to play the game of pretend. Now, even more than before, she couldn't wait for him to give her an orgasm with his fingers and tongue.

Parting her pussy lips by slowly sliding a gentle but firm finger inside of her, he gently impaled his mother with a long, stiff, index finger. Feeling his finger probing her while slowly and gently finger fucking her, no longer just a sexual fantasy, she couldn't believe that her son's finger was finally inside of her. Probing her deeper while wiggling his finger, as if his finger was his cock and not just a sexually fantasy, she couldn't believe that her son was finally fucking her with his finger. Because she was deceiving herself under the pretense of just playing a game, she didn't even concern herself with what kind of mother would have sex with her son and what kind of son would have sex with his mother.

* * * * *

She thought of all the sexual scenarios she had over the years of a burglar holding her and her son at gunpoint and, after she sexually pleasured the burglar, she imagined him forcing her to have sex with her son. She imagined traveling to some foreign country with her son and after being kidnapped, being forced to not only sexually pleasure her kidnappers but also being forced to sexually satisfy her son. She imagined being held hostage in a holdup at a restaurant or a department store and when the robbers discovered that they were mother and son, they forced them to have sex with one another. Imagining being trapped in a vault during a bank robbery or an elevator stuck in a deserted high tower building for the weekend, thinking they were going to die, she imagined a sexy scenario where they were both so afraid that they comforted one another's fear with sex. 

In the way that he finally did on his wedding day, she masturbated later over the outrageously sexy thoughts of her son coming into her bedroom while she was dressing and forcing her to have sex with him. She's imagined him climbing into bed with her while she was sleeping and forcing her to have sexual intercourse with him. She's imagined him coming into the bathroom naked while she was showering and flinging back the shower curtain to expose his naked body to her and to stare at her naked body before climbing in the shower with her. Then, no taking no for an answer, she imagined him forcing her to her knees to suck him before pushing her up against the wet, tile wall to fuck him. She's even imagined them being trapped in a cabin that was covered by an avalanche or in a car broken down by the side of a deserted road. Sleeping together to keep warm, with one touch leading to another, she imagined them having sex while she masturbated with her dildo and vibrator over the sexy thoughts of having sex with him.

* * * * *

With a gush of sexual arousal, such erotic excitement that she hasn't felt in years, she was so very hot for him. She was so very wet for him. Then, doing what no son should ever do with his mother, he leaned down to lick her while fingering her. Her dream come true, something that she's long imagined and masturbated over, Jerry's face was buried in her soaking, wet pussy. With her vaginal secretions all over his face and tongue, she couldn't wait to kiss him, French kiss him.

"Oh, David," said Janice remaining in character while pretending that he was her husband instead of her son.

In the way that a man puts a hand behind a woman's head when she's sucking him, she pulled his face more into her pussy by his hair. Then, laying back to enjoy the sexual moment, she ran her fingers through his thick, blonde hair in the way she used to do with his father when he was going down on her.

"I love eating your pussy Cynthia," he said.

I love having you eat my pussy she thought to say but, not wanting to push her luck and have him change his mind if realizing what nasty thing he was about to do, she didn't say anything. With her son's face plastered against her cunt, she didn't want to awaken him from her sexual fantasy and his sexually reality by the stark realization that he was eating his mother's pussy instead of his ex-wife's pussy. 

"Lick me. Eat me. Stick your fingers inside of me," she said whispering her lust for him in his ear. "Make me your woman. Make me your bitch," she said humping his fingers with her hips while he finger fucked and licked his mother.

"You are my beautiful woman. You are my sexy bitch," he said pausing in licking her to speak.

She wondered if he was thinking of his ex-wife or of her, his mother, when saying that she was his beautiful woman and his sexy bitch. Hoping he was thinking of her instead of his ex-wife, it made her even more sexually excited when she thought that he knew that he was having sex with her, his mother, instead of with Cynthia, his ex-wife.

"Don't talk. Just lick," she said pushing her son's head down. "Give me an orgasm. Make me cum," she said while wishing she could refer to herself as Janice, Mom, mother, or Mommy, instead of as Cynthia.

She hated that bitch for stealing her son from her. A real cougar, who took advantage of her son, obviously he chose Cynthia only because he wanted to have sex with his mother. When Cynthia discovered her son's agenda in wanting to have sex with his mother, she should have put an end to their May/December romance. If only by the mere, telling fact that they looked so much alike, like identical, twin sisters, Cynthia should have called off the wedding as any respectable woman would. 

After masturbating so very long and so very hard over the thoughts of this day, Janice couldn't believe that her son was licking her pussy while eating her pussy and finger fucking her pussy. In the way that he was sexually satisfying her, she couldn't wait to sexually satisfy him. In the way that he had stripped her naked, she couldn't wait to strip him naked too.

"I love your pussy Cynthia. You're so wet. You're so very wet. I can't wait to stick my cock inside of you," he said lifting his head and pausing with licking her to talk dirty to her.

She looked down at him with sexual excitement before looking at him with love.

"Oh David," she said stroking his hair. "I can't wait for you to make love to me."

While continuing to lick her, he reached his hands up to feel her breasts and finger her nipples.

"I can't wait to make love to you before fucking you hard and fucking you deep," he said reaching up to fondle her big breasts and finger her erect nipples while licking her and eating her.

She couldn't believe how sexually excited she had become so fast. What took her husband a long time to get her off with his fingers and mouth, her son's fingers and tongue was arousing her instantly. Maybe because she waited so long to have sex with her son in the way that she waited so long to have sex with her husband that first time until their Honeymoon, the sexual arousal was in the waiting.

"I'm going to cum," she said softly and so matter of fact as if saying that she was going shopping for food. "Don't stop David. Lick me faster and finger me deeper, just don't stop. Fuck me with your long, stiff fingers while licking me."

Her sexual fantasy come true, she couldn't believe her son was licking her pussy. Now that he was giving her so very much pleasure, she couldn't wait to suck his cock.

"I love eating you Cynthia. I love licking your pussy," said Jerry again.

With her son licking and licking her while fingering her, she felt a wave of sexually pleasure overwhelm her, far greater than she ever felt with her husband. Something she could never match when masturbating herself with her vibrator and/or dildo, her son was doing with his tongue and fingers. When she could no longer hold back, as if grabbing the reins of a runaway horse, Janice grabbed two handfuls of her son's hair and pulled. Then, as if she was having a seizure from an Epileptic fit, repressing a loud scream, she tightened her long legs and arched the small of her back to let out a long groan of pleasure. 

"Oh, my God. That was unbelievable. That was so unbelievable," she said laying there in bliss. "Never have I experienced and orgasm so powerful," she said and meaning it.

Jerry wiped his face with the back of his hand before moving up to French kiss his mother. Kissing and kissing one another, he felt her tits and fingered her nipples before sucking them again.

"Did you cum Cynthia?"

Enveloped in the afterglow of sex after not having sex for so long, with her son her sexual angel, she was in Heaven. If it was her time to go, she could die in peace now and without regrets. Not only has her son seen her naked but also her son just gave her an orgasm while eating her pussy. How hot is that?

"Did I cum? Oh, my God, David, of course, I had an orgasm. Didn't you feel me?"

She was still quivering in the afterglow of sex.

"I felt you pull my hair," he said rubbing his head and laughing.

She lovingly flattened his hair down with her hands.

"Sorry for pulling your hair but that was the best sex you've ever given me," she said still staying in character as if he was her husband instead of her son. "Give me your cock. I can't wait to feel you in my pussy. I need to suck you to a harder erection before you stick that monster inside of me, that is, if you want to make love to me."

A mother seducing her son over the pretense of playing a game, she looked down at him while expecting him to reject her and he looked at her as if she was nuts. After he ate her pussy and gave her an orgasm, how could she even ask him if he still wanted to make love to her but she did? Obvious in the way that he was looking at her, of course he still wanted to make love to her. In the way that he was staring at her with lustful desire, obviously, he couldn't wait to make love to her.

"What? If I want to make love to you? I can't believe you said that to me," he said making a sour face. "Of course I want to make love to you," he said. "I can't wait to make love to you again Cynthia," he said staying in character and pretending that she was his ex-wife instead of his mother.

"Good. Then, let me suck you first David," she said she said pretending to stay in character too. "I want to see how hard I can make you."

Jerry moved higher up on the bed to position his pelvis by his mother's mouth. Wasting no time staring at him or at his cock, as if she was a crack head giving him a quickie, ten dollar blowjob, immediately she took him in her hand before taking him in her mouth. Unlike a crack head and more like a ten thousand dollar call girl, she sucked him with loving desire while stroking him. Giving him a better blowjob than any call girl could give him for any amount, no contest, being that she was his mother, she instinctively and intuitively knew how to sexually pleasure her son.

As soon as he was as hard as he needed to be, she was ready for him to make love to her. Only, so enjoying sucking her son, she couldn't stop sucking him. Not having had a cock in her mouth since her husband died and knowing full well that this was her son's cock that she was sucking, she was so enjoying sucking her son's big prick.

"No, please, don't. Oh my God, that's enough. Wow! I don't believe this," he said pulling away from her. "If you suck me anymore, I'm going to cum in your mouth."

Reluctantly she released her son from her mouth to stare up at him with her big, blue eyes while still continuing to hold his stiff cock while kissing his prick, licking his prick, and gently stroking his prick. She put his hand on her breast and immediately, he began fingering her hard, erect nipples.

"You say that as if there's something wrong with you cumming in my mouth," she said staring up at him as if she was a wicked whore of a wench instead of his loving, self-sacrificing mother.

"Sorry, that's not what I meant. It's just that—" he said unable to finish his thoughts when his mother took him in her mouth again.

Obviously adding to his sexual excitement, he looked down at her while she stared up at him.

"I don't mind if you cum in my mouth," she said kissing his cock. "I'd love for you to cum in my mouth," she said licking his cock while giving him the eye. "Don't you want to cum in my mouth?"

Briefly, sucking him deeper and stroking him faster, she took him in her mouth again.

"Of course but—"

She continued licking his cock and stroking his prick while giving him such a sexy look that no man would refuse cumming in her mouth, especially if that man was her son.

"Don't you want to watch me swallow your cum after I lick your balls?" Teasing him, while staring up at him, she licked his balls.

"Oh, God," he said while watching her lick his balls. "Yes, I do but—"

With his entire cock disappearing in her mouth and down her throat, she deep throated his cock before she licked and sucked his cock. Then, taking his cock deeper in her mouth again, with his hard, hairy cock buried in his mother's mouth, she stared up at him before removing his cock from her mouth to speak.

"Pardon?" She laughed. "What were you saying? Sorry. I didn't hear you with my mouth being so full."

Then, when he still didn't answer her, she took him in her mouth again and sucked him while stroking him. Still kissing and licking his cock, she stared up at him while he stared down at her.

"Oh, my God. Please no more," he said pushing her away. "If you suck me another minute, I'm going to cum. I need to make love to you first before I cum Cynthia," he said. "I need to fuck you first. Then, after I make love to you and after I fuck you, I want you to blow me, really blow me, and really suck my cock. I want you to suck me until I cum in your mouth Cynthia. I want to hump your mouth and fuck your face while watching you swallow my cum."

* * * * *

Her son wanted to make love to her. She couldn't believe that her son wanted to make love to her. It was one thing for them to kiss and have foreplay but it was quite another thing for him to want to make love to her before fucking her, really fucking her. As if she was really Cynthia and not his mother, she couldn't believe what she was hearing all that her son wanted to do to her naked body. Even more sexually exciting, especially being that she was his mother and not Cynthia, she couldn't believe that he wanted to go all the way with her and make love to her before fucking her. She couldn't wait for him to pound her pussy. She couldn't wait to kiss him while making love to him before feeling him cum inside of her.

"Make love to me first David before you fuck me," she said. "Then, after you make love to me, I want you to fuck me, really pound my pussy while I really fuck your cock."

Jerry mounted his mother while she reached down to insert his cock inside of her. Sliding right inside of her, slowly humping her while his cock slid deeper inside of her, she returned his humps with his. So wet and so warm, there was nothing like the sensation that she felt when her son slid his cock in her pussy. Now that she had him inside of her, she'd never let him go until he gave her an orgasm and until he ejaculated inside of her.

Her sexual fantasy finally realized after all these years and after all the times she masturbated over the thoughts of her son having sex with her, she couldn't believe that she was finally having sex with her son. With all of her sexual fantasies now being realized, she couldn't believe that she not only saw and felt his cock but also that she stroked and sucked his cock. She couldn't believe that he saw, felt, and sucked her tits. An overload of incestuous, sexual excitement, she couldn't believe that he licked her pussy and now was making sweet love to her before fucking her. With the culmination of playing a game of pretend in their having sexual intercourse, she couldn't believe that her son was making love to her. With his cock now buried deep within her pussy in the way she's always been so ready to make love to him and in the way that she's always imagined making love to him, this Christmas was her best Christmas ever.

With him on top of her and his cock stiffly inside of her, slowly humping her while kissing her, he made love to his mother under the guise that she was Cynthia and while playing a game. Yet, even though with him making love to her felt wonderful, not sexually satisfied with him making love to her, she couldn't wait for him to fuck her, really fuck her hard as if she was a back alley whore. Really wanting him to pound her pussy, wanting him to manhandle her, she couldn't wait for him to make her cum. She couldn't wait for him to cum in her pussy before cumming in her mouth. Then, later, if he wanted and was still able, giving her a real cum bath, she'd allow him to cum all over her face and all over her tits. In the way that multiple Japanese men give women bukkakes, she'd love for her son to give her a real cum bath.

Humping her harder and humping her faster, quickly moving from making love to fucking, their movements were as one and didn't stop until she was ready to roll him over to mount him. She held onto his naked ass while he wrapped his arms around her back before moving his hands to her ass. Lifting her up from the bed by her buttocks, he was at the perfect angle to really fuck her. Pounding her pussy enough to make a loud slapping sound, even with her husband, never has she been fucked like this before. 

Turning him over to mount him as if she was a champion cowgirl at a rodeo, she sat on his cock. With her big tits bouncing up and down and side to side, he harnessed them with his big hands while he humped and fucked his mother. With her fucking her son in the way that she's never fucked her husband before, their lust for one another was contagious. Their sexual excitement slowly built to a volcanic eruption of incestuous sex as Janice pounded Jerry's cock deeper inside of her pussy.

"I can't hold it any longer Cynthia, I'm going to cum," he said to his mother. "Oh, my God. This is too fast. This is too sudden. You make me so hot."

Not wanting him to stop, she could feel his throbbing and pulsating prick deep inside of her. Leaning down beside him to rest her breasts on his chest, she whispered in his ear.

"Just a little longer David and I'll cum with you," she said. "Hold for just a little longer."




Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 08



Taking charge of his mother's body again, he rolled her over to mount her. Then, slowly humping her and with her slowly humping him, she allowed her son to prolong their orgasmic moment. Then when she felt her heated rush coming in a wave of sexual desire, she humped him harder and she humped him faster. Forget about making love, they were back to fucking as if they were two dogs in the street.

"Oh, my God, I'm going to cum Cynthia. I can't hold back anymore," he said.

The more that he told her that he was going to cum, the harder and faster that he humped her, the harder and faster she humped him, and the more excited that they became. They were both sweating and panting out of breath as if they had just run a race.

"I'm going to cum too," she said out of breath. "Fuck me harder David. Fuck me faster. Fuck me deeper," she said.

"I'm going to cum. God I'm going to cum," he said.

"Hold," she said. Hold," she said as if she was Mel Gibson as William Wallace in Braveheart. "Hold. Just a little longer. With me cumming too, I want to feel you cumming deep inside of me."

"Okay, I'll try," he said.

"Wait," she said. "I'm cumming. Okay, now. Go ahead and cum. Fuck me harder and fuck me faster. I'm cumming too David, I'm cumming. Fuck me. I'm cumming."

Better than any sexual fantasy she had while masturbating with her vibrator and fucking herself with her dildo, she was getting the fucking of her life from of all men, her son. What mother would have such outrageous, incestuous sex with her son? What son would fuck his mother in the way that Jerry pounded Janice's pussy? Yet, according to Janice and her convoluted thinking, they weren't really having sex. They were only playing a game of pretend while pretending that they were two other people. 

"Oh, my God Cynthia. Oh my God. That was by far, the best sex that I ever had with you," he said.

As promised, moving down the bed to his cock, she licked her vaginal secretions from his cock before taking him in her mouth and sucking him while stroking him. 

"Cum for me David. Cum in my mouth," she said. "I want to taste you. I need to swallow you," said Janice to her son.

"I don't know if I can," he said while staring down at her with his cock buried in her mouth.

"Trust me. You will," she said sucking him harder and stroking him faster. 

Instantly he grew hard in her mouth and as soon as she felt his cock begin to pulsate, she knew that she could get him to cum again. Sucking him deeper and stroking him harder, when she felt his hand on her breasts and his fingers playing with her nipples, she knew that it was only a matter of time before he ejaculated in her mouth. The finality of their game of pretend, how better to end this game than to have her son cum in her mouth. She couldn't wait to pleasure him after he's given her so much pleasure.

"Oh, my God, Cynthia. This is the best blowjob you've ever given me," he said putting a gentle hand to his mother's head. 

Humping her mouth, he fucked her face as she sucked him deeper and stroked him harder.

"Cum David. Cum for me," she said. Then, knowing how to get him to cum, she fell out of character. "Cum for me Jerry. Cum for Mommy. Shoot your load in Mommy's mouth."

As if she had hit a cum switch or hit a slot machine jackpot at a casino, her son pressed a heavy hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head and exploded cum in his mother's mouth. She released his cock from her mouth prematurely and he shot a second load of cum all over her hair, face, and breasts. Wiping his cum from her face with the sheet, she was so happy that she could give him as much sexual pleasure as he gave her.

"That was unbelievable Mom," he said falling out of character too.

Unable to continue the pretense of playing a game of pretend, in a heat of passion, their lust for one another exploded as if it was a huge firework display that they both experienced at the same time. Not moving and not speaking, they laid there like that holding one another while breathing heavily and sweating. A mother holding her naked son and a son holding his naked mother, what they just did was so outrageously incestuously sexual. With her hand still wrapped around his cock and gently stroking out the oozing cum that was still left inside, he fondled her tits and fingered her nipples. Then, when they regained their composure, she looked at her son, gave him a sexy look, and smiled while playing with his chest hair.

"Would you like to play The Pretend Game again?"

He looked at her as if she just asked him what he wanted for Christmas.

"Oh yes, mother," he said out of character now that the game was over and before beginning the second game.

Now knowing that her son was not only her son but also her lover, she looked at him with sexual satisfaction. She moved up to him to kiss him.

"Just remember Jerry. This isn't as if we're having incestuous sex. Oh, no. Not by a long shot. So long as we remain in character with you pretending that I'm Cynthia and with me pretending that you're David, we're just pretending. We're just playing a game," she said kissing and kissing him while sliding her body down the bed to take him in her mouth again.

Taking his flaccid cock in her mouth, she made him hard again with her hand and mouth. A real fucking machine, ready almost immediately, she stroked him while sucking him. Then, when he was hard enough, this time, instead of having him mount her first, she mounted him and rode him like the wild stallion that he was. A mother mounting her naked son and reaching between her legs to direct his cock inside of her pussy was just as forbidden as a son mounting his naked mother and sliding his cock in her cunt. Yet, being that they were just playing a game, whatever they did sexually, even licking, sucking, making love, and fucking was okay.

Playing the game, Jerry made love to Cynthia while Janice made love to her son. The best Christmas they both ever had, remaining in character, they enjoyed playing the whole game and bits and pieces of the game nearly every day they remained together. 

THE END



Mother & Son Ch. 01



Chapter 01: The Beginning

Madhu walked gingerly down the small trail in the woods of Kodaikanal, looking for the brook. She could hear one down below. She dodged low branches of the lush trees that lined the narrow trail, making her way down to the water for a refreshing bath. She was wearing a knee-length robe over her underwear, and carried a small plastic bag containing her fresh clothes.

She had come to this heavily wooded campsite with her 19-year old son Shyam. It had been their annual ritual during Shyam's spring break for the past five years since her husband suddenly died of heart attack while on a business trip overseas. At the young age of 40, Madhu found herself widowed, with a teenage son to rise. Her older daughter Snehal had gone away to college, and Madhu was left to take care of the household by herself. After the initial shock had worn off, Shyam had told his mother that he would take care of her, and true to his word, he had been an exemplary son, helping out in all the chores, and taking on many of the routine jobs which his father used to do. Madhu had become very fond of her son, and adored him tremendously. She depended on him, and he on her, and they had developed a very strong bond of love between them.

Madhu kept thinking of how the five years had gone by, as she got closer to the water. She could see glimpses of the shimmering surface through the dense foliage, but she was still a few hundred feet above the water. As she turned to her right past a rather large tree, she suddenly came upon a clearing through which she could see the gently flowing stream of water. She stood there, watching the beautiful sight, looking at the reflection of the clouds above, and the thick forest along the bank of the brook. She was about to move on, when she caught a glimpse of a man in the water, as he stepped out and reached for the towel. At first she did not recognized him, but in a moment realized that it was her son, Shyam. 

Madhu watched as he scrubbed himself clean. Her eyes grew in disbelief as he vigorously scrubbed his groin, massaging the whole area as he dried himself. She could not believe the size of his cock as it grew due to the friction of the towel. In a few moments it was stiff, pointing at his belly. She suddenly felt guilty watching her own son like that, and moved on, making her way down to the water. She knew he had not seen her, because she was well hidden by the foliage. Besides, he had been too busy finishing up to realize that she was standing above him.

Shyam looked up as she came down the trail, and smiled.

"Good morning, Mom. Did you sleep well?" He picked up his towel and moved toward her.

Madhu simply nodded, looking at her young son's slim body. He had put on his shorts and tee shirt, and was scrubbing his hair. Shyam gave her a hug, and kissed her on the cheek. Madhu kissed him on his head, and turned to look for a place to put down her bag.

"How's the water, Shyam?"

"Oh, it's great. Very refreshing. I know you will like it. But to really enjoy it, you have to go skinny dipping."

"Not when you are around, Shyam," Madhu replied.

"That's okay, Mom. I understand. I am heading back to the cabin. But I suggest you do go skinny dipping."

"I'll see."

"Okay. I'll see you later. Don't be too long. We have to be at the Dining Hall by 8. You have 30 minutes to get back to the cabin."

"Okay. Now go."

Shyam laughed, as he watched his mother fidgeting and blushing at the thought of going nude in the water. He turned and started walking back up the trail.

"You know, Mom. You shouldn't worry about skinny dipping. You are quite good looking," he said, as he waved at her, and disappeared in the foliage.

Later at the Dining Hall, Shyam leaned over to his mother, and asked in a low voice, "Did you do it, Mom?"

She looked at him blankly at first, and then realizing what he was asking, smiled at him, and said, "Yes, Shyam. You were right. The cool water felt so good against the skin. I feel quite refreshed. Thanks for the tip."

Shyam beamed with joy. He looked at his mother. She looked radiant. She was 45 years old, but looked not a day over 35. She had managed to maintain her slender but well-endowed figure by regular exercise, and as a result, her breasts showed no sag despite bearing two children. She was nearly as tall as her son, who was a few inches less than six feet tall. Because of her height, her otherwise large breasts did not look overly large, and she carried herself quite gracefully. She was a vivacious woman, full of life and energy, and stunningly beautiful. Shyam was very proud of her.

"You look so gorgeous, Mom."

"Thanks honey. You are also quite handsome. What is the plan for the day?"

Shyam told her about the hiking trip after breakfast, and then some outdoor games following lunch and siesta. The campsite people had planned a camp fire at night, if the nice, sunny weather held up through the day. Madhu listened to her son, catching his enthusiasm and joy in the outdoors activities. As she watched his animated face, the earlier sight of him coming out of the water floated back into her consciousness.

Madhu recalled his youthful form, and bit her lip as the memory of his erect organ, jutting out from his golden bush, came back. She looked at his face, and his blonde locks, his narrow chin and straight nose. She found his deep blue eyes very fascinating, as she always had. He was handsome, and now as he became an adult, he had taken after his father, showing signs of the same rugged, athletic look her husband had. She missed her husband very much, but now she was quite happy having her son around. He was the best son any mother could have, and she was very proud of him.

She recalled how, when he graduated from high school, he declined all the offers from big schools, even those that were willing to offer him scholarships, because he wanted to stay close to his mother. He loved her very much, and after his father died suddenly, he made a decision never to leave her alone. She knew he had sacrificed good schools for her, and she was extremely grateful. Now in his second year at the local college, Shyam was very popular with his professors and especially the girls. But he kept the girls at bay, not wanting anything to distract him from his studies and his mother.

Madhu patted his hand, and said, "Which group are you going with?"

"I don't know, Mom. How about you? Aren't you going hiking?"

"I haven't decided."

"Then join our group. I'd love to hike with you."

"Okay. Go and find out which group we'll be in. I'll get ready. Do you suppose I could wear shorts, or should I stick with my jeans?"

"Anything is okay, Mom. You look gorgeous in anything."

Madhu laughed. She knew it was true, but she loved to hear it from her son. She knew he simply adored her, and was very proud of her stunning beauty. She also knew that he was still almost like a child, and quite innocent in the ways of the world, considering he was already 19 years old. 

She got up, and said, "All right, Shyam. I'm going to the cabin. You find out where we are supposed to meet, and get me. I think I'll change into shorts, and your dad's shirt. It is very soft."

"Great, Mom. I'll get you when they are ready to leave. I want to talk to some other kids for a while." He kissed her on the cheek, and left. 

The hike turned out to be quite an adventure. Shyam stayed close to his mother, making sure she could negotiate the narrow trails which sometimes got too close to the edge of the hillside. They hiked along the trail, circling the brook, and stopped for lunch at almost the same spot where Shyam and Madhu had bathed that morning. Shyam sat next to his mother, and said, "Isn't this the best spot, Mom? Nobody can see you from above until they are practically on top of you. I love the privacy of this place. So how did you like skinny dipping? Will you do it again tomorrow?"

"Maybe, how many people know about this place?"

"Oh, everybody knows about it. But our cabin is closest to it, and so when I come here early, I have the whole place to myself. There is no one to watch you if you want to swim in the buff, or lie naked in the water. It feels great. You should try it, Mom."

"I don't know. Someone could show up suddenly, and then it would be quite embarrassing."

"How about if we come early in the morning, Mom? Nobody gets up before 7. We'll get here by six, and then we'll have a whole hour. How about it, Mom?"

"Won't the water be cold so early in the morning?"

"Not too cold. This brook comes off of a hot spring a couple of miles upstream. So the water is kind of warm. The Indian guide told us last year that the water has many medicinal qualities and cures all skin diseases. He said the Indians always bathe in this water, and the medicine man uses this water to make his medicines. So it would be perfect for us, Mom. Is it a deal?"

"Let me think about it, son."

"You are not sure about skinny dipping in front of me, is that it?", Shyam asked.

Madhu didn't know how to answer him. He was always direct, and candid about how he felt, and what he thought. He was a simple, innocent young man, and that was one quality she loved in her son. So she knew he expected a straight answer.

"I think so, son. I am not sure it would be a good idea."

"Okay, but I think you are making a big deal about it, Mom. I mean, you have seen me naked many times before. And frankly, I don't see why you are shy about it yourself. You have a great figure, Mom. You should be proud of it."

"It's not that, honey. Of course I am proud of my body. But you are not a child anymore. You are a grown up young man. It would be okay for you to be nude in front of me, but not for me to be nude in front of you. I am your mother."

"Okay, I am not pushing. But it is really no big deal. It's not like I don't know what a female body looks like. I have seen pictures in magazines."

They got up, and headed back to the cabin, before going to the Dining Hall for lunch. Madhu said nothing. She did not know if she could handle her feelings and reactions looking at her son's nakedness. She had been shocked to find that the sight of his nude body that morning had caused a mild response from her. She had felt the hardening of her nipples, and a tingle between her legs. She knew it was not a good sign, and so she did not want to confront the situation.

Shyam was quite considerate of his mother. He figured the reason why she had declined was that she did not want him to see her naked body. 

He had seen her slender, curvaceous form many times, and knew she had a very firm and voluptuous body. He had often reacted to her femaleness, especially around the time of her monthly period when her body gave out strong female smells. He had found himself being aroused by it, and also at the sight of her body clad in her favorite silk night dresses which clung to her body. He knew she slept in the nude, just as he did, and had often caught glimpses of her breasts or hips whenever he passed by her bedroom in the morning. He was often attracted to her physically, but had never entertained any erotic thoughts about her. She was his mother, and he simply loved her. And he loved hugging her and kissing her, enjoying the warmth of her body at such times. 

By the next morning, Madhu had reconciled her dilemma. She knew that her son had no lewd thoughts about her. That was not her problem. She was unsure of herself, and she knew it. But she finally decided that nothing would happen between them, for no other reason than the fact that Shyam would not even think about such a thing. She felt confident that she would be all right.

Shyam woke up early, and looked over at his mother, who was sleeping in the next bed. She seemed to be fast asleep. Disappointed, he gathered up his clothes and toothbrush, and headed down the path to the brook. Madhu heard the door close behind him, and woke up. She realized that Shyam had already left for the brook. She decided to surprise him. Quickly gathering up her stuff, she followed him. When he reached the water, Shyam removed his clothes and jumped in. As he surfaced, and shook the water off his hair and face, he saw his mother coming down the trail. He waved at her, and shouted, "The water is quite warm, Mom."

Madhu put down her plastic bag, and removed her robe. Shyam watched her, as her curvaceous body slowly came into view. Madhu removed her night dress, and looked at her son. She was standing only a few feet away from him on the bank, clad only in a panty. She saw him stare at her firm breasts, and her slender waist. Then he looked at her, and said softly, "Mom, you are so beautiful. Come on, jump in the water. It's warm, I promise."

"Thanks, sweetheart, for the compliment. Now turn around."

Shyam turned away from her. Madhu quickly removed her panty, and jumped in the water. Shyam turned back to look at his mother. She surfaced only a few feet away from him, and shook her head to get rid of the water. It was indeed warm. She loved the feel of the water against her bare skin. Shyam smiled at her, and said, "Doesn't it feel great, Mom? I told you."

Madhu swam towards him, and when she came closer, he put his hand out to her, and said, "Come on, Mom. Let's swim together down the stream for a lap." He pulled her by the hand and began swimming, rolling as he went down the stream. Madhu tried to keep up with him, and watched as he rolled on his back, and floated for a while. She could see the wet patch of golden hair between his legs, and his limp cock resting on his flat belly. He saw her looking at him, and flipped over. 

"Come on, Mom. Don't just tread water. Get some exercise. Come on, catch me if you can."

Madhu nodded, and pushed off after him. She was a good swimmer, having won some medals when she was in college many years ago. She chased him around the brook, and as she got closer to him, she ducked under the water to throw him off. Shyam looked back, and realized that she had disappeared. Suddenly, he found himself being lifted out of the water, as Madhu slipped under him and stuck her head between his legs, lifting him on her shoulders. Shyam quickly jumped off, pushing her head down under water, and slipped out of her hands. 

They both surfaced almost face to face, and laughed at the situation. Madhu flung her arms around his neck, and said, "Oh, son. That was fun. You are a good swimmer."

"So are you, Mom. You haven't lost it one bit. You were too fast for me."

Madhu kissed him on the lips, and said, "Thanks. Let's get out of here before someone shows up."

"Okay, Mom. But first I want to hug you. It feels so good."

Without waiting for her reply, Shyam pulled his mother into his arms and hugged her tightly. Their naked bodies clung to each other as Shyam held her tightly by her waist. Madhu felt his organ between her legs. She found her nipples responding to his male body. Before she could do anything about it, Shyam's hands had drifted downward to her butt. He squeezed her firm flesh as he pressed himself into her, and kissed her on the lips. Surprised by his unexpected move, Madhu involuntarily opened her mouth. Shyam instinctively pushed his tongue between her lips, as he had done with some of the girls he had kissed. Madhu let out a moan, as she responded to his deep kiss, pulling him into her by grabbing his butt.

Shyam felt his cock stiffen as their intimacy aroused him. Madhu pulled one of his hands away from her butt, and placed it on her breast. Immediately, Shyam took the other hand also, and gently cupped her firm breasts, kneading the firm flesh in his hands. Madhu gasped, and suddenly came to her senses. She pushed him away, and quickly ducked under water, trying to get away from him. As she slipped under water, and looked up, she saw his erect organ floating in the water, gently bobbing up and down as he began moving away from her. She fought the urge to reach out and touch him, and swam back to the shore. They both got out of the water, and stood facing each other. There was an awkward moment, before Shyam cleared his throat.

"I am awfully sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have kissed you like that."

Madhu found her voice. Looking at his long organ which was slowly losing its erection, she said, "That's okay, honey. I also got carried away. You are a handsome young man. Anyone would be tempted."

Stepping closer to him, she reached out and took his soft cock in her hands. Squeezing it gently, she said, "This is very beautiful, Shyam. You have become a man now."

"Gee, Mom. Thanks," he replied, putting his hand over her as his cock began to harden again. "Your hand feels so good, Mom."

Madhu felt her nipples harden as the feel of his young cock sent shivers down her spine. Licking her lips, she said, "I love the way it is getting hard, son. I want to feel its stiffness."

Shyam didn't have to do anything. The highly erotic situation was enough for his cock to stiffen and extend fully in his mother's hand. She watched in fascination as it stretched and throbbed gently in her hand. She pulled him closer and squeezed his shaft lovingly. Shyam looked at her with eyes full of love and desire. He was clearly aroused, and needed to relieve himself. Madhu sensed his urgency. She said, "Let's get back in the water."

As soon as they were back in the water, Madhu took his cock in her hand and began pumping him slowly. Shyam grabbed her by the waist, and began jerking his hips against her fist, groaning with pleasure. Madhu watched his face, her heart full of love for her wonderful son. Shyam pulled her into him as his orgasm approached.

"Oh, Mom. I can't hold off anymore. Please pump harder."

Madhu parted her legs slightly and pushed the tip of his throbbing cock between her legs. The tip brushed against her bush, and Shyam opened his eyes. Realizing that his cock was pressing against his mother's bush, he groaned loudly, unable to hold off. Panting with desire, he grabbed her buttocks and thrust his hips against her. His cock slipped between her legs and twitched, as he shot his load off against her thighs. Madhu quickly pushed back, and grabbed the jerking cock in her hands, pumping it rapidly to squeeze out all the juice he could spurt. Shyam sighed as he emptied his balls in his mother's palm, and hugged her. Madhu hugged him back, and kissed him on the lips.

"Do you feel better now, son?"

Shyam just nodded, smiling weakly. He was exhausted by the powerful orgasm. He could not believe that his own mother had brought him off. But he felt no recoil, no remorse or disgust. He looked into the eyes of his beautiful mother, and said, "Mom, that was the greatest. How can I thank you? Did we do something wrong?"

"No, son. I was glad to help, darling. When two people love each other, it is okay to share such intimate experiences. But we must leave quickly now. Someone might come any moment."

"Yes. Let's get out of here."

They quickly dried themselves, and put on their clothes. As they made their way up their cabin, they met a young couple going down to the water. The girl asked Madhu if the water was warm. Madhu nodded, and said, "It's great. My son and I had a great time. Have fun." 

The End 



Mother and Son, Ghosts of Christmas



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Mother and Son, Ghosts of Christmas

As his very special Christmas gift, a mother finally allows her son to have his wicked, sexual way with her naked body.

Christine didn't just love her son, Daniel, she was in love with her son. It's expected for a mother to love her son but it's unusual for a mother to be in love with her son, the kind of love that a woman feels for a man.

Maybe if they hadn't been mother and son, they'd have an affair. Maybe if they hadn't been mother and son, they'd have a sexual relationship. Maybe if they hadn't been mother and son, they'd get married and have children but the bottom line was Christine was Daniel's mother and Daniel was Christine's son.

It all started when Christine asked Daniel to accompany her to her belated, office Christmas party.

* * * * *

Hoping to have the best Christmas she's had in a long time, Christine was happy. Her son, Daniel, was finally home after being away for four, long years at college. Having graduated in May, he was home until January when he was scheduled to take a job on the other side of the country. With him home with her the entire summer and fall, he'd be leaving her right after the New Year.

As she was for four years when he was away at school, she'd be lost without him. She didn't want him to go. If he must go, she wished he'd take her with him. She wished he could find a job closer to her but with jobs and opportunities to work in his chosen field few and far between, he had no choice but to untie her apron strings again and move away.

At least he agreed to attend her company Christmas party with her. It was a great Christmas party, the best party she ever attended after last year's scandalous party. Christine was glad that her son, Daniel, agreed to accompany her. Dreading she'd have to go to the party alone or not at all, as if she was a dancer on Dancing with the Stars, she had fun dancing with her son. With her uncomfortable about asking him to escort her, she finally relented and asked him to go to the Christmas party with her. Figuring he'd disappoint her in not wanting to go to her office Christmas party, she was surprised when he said yes.

"Daniel," she said biting her lip with guilt for all of the sexually inappropriate thoughts she was always thinking about having sex with his naked body.

Only encouraged by his look, he looked at her in the same way she looked at him. It was when he looked at her in that way that she wondered if he was as romantically interested in her as she was romantically interested in him. She wondered if he incestuously and inappropriately thought of her naked and in his arms in the way she always thinks of him naked and in her arms. With her being his mother, as if she was looking in the mirror at her own image, it was when he looked at her in that sexually incestuous way that she knew what he was thinking. He was inappropriately thinking of her in the way she always inappropriately thought of him. Cut from the same cloth, seemingly, they were genetically so similar.

"Yes mother?"

He gave her that look that made her want to strip herself naked. He gave her that look that made her want to strip him naked. He gave her that look that made her imagine being in bed naked with her son while making love to him. She wondered if he'd be as submissive as he is now or if he'd take more of a manly role when fucking his mother.

* * * * *

A remnant from the past when they lived together as mother and son, he always called her Mom or mother but now that he was older and after having graduated college in May, in the way she called him Daniel, she wished he'd call her Christine. She felt so old when he called her Mom or mother, especially in front of people who didn't know they were mother and son. With him looking ten years older than his 22-year-old age and her looking ten years younger than her 41-year-old age, she'd rather people thought they were a couple. She'd rather people thought that they were boyfriend and girlfriend rather than mother and son. Maybe if enough people thought they were a couple, then perhaps they would be.

"My company is having an office Christmas party and I wanted to know if you'd attend the party with me," she said looking at him as if she was asking him to the Prom. "You don't have to go if you'd rather not. I'm just asking if you'd like to come with me as my escort."

After divorcing her husband, his stepfather when Daniel was too young to even remember him, with her having had a few dates in the past before, she never felt as awkward asking a man out as she did in asking her son to accompany her to the Christmas party. No doubt because of all the sexually inappropriate thoughts she's been having about her son lately was the reason why she felt so uncomfortable interacting with him on a dance floor and in a situation where a man would normally interact with a woman.

When all of her coworkers had husbands, boyfriends, wives, and girlfriends, she was nervous about how others from her work would perceive her, a mother attending the office Christmas party with her son. Normally dragging her son to her office Christmas party wouldn't have been such a big deal but with Daniel her whole life, when she wasn't bragging about Daniel, she was always talking about him. Even though they never met him, many of her coworkers knew more about her son than she knew about their children. In the way she adored her son, they may suspect that there's something sexually up between them or emotionally wrong with her for showing up at the party with her son.

Unable to hide her sexual attraction for her son, she feared that when her coworkers saw them together that they may suspect that they've sex or are having sex. An impression that she didn't want anyone to have, especially when they haven't had sex, what she did or wanted to do behind her closed bedroom doors wasn't anyone's business. It's not that she didn't think about having sex with her son and it's not that she'd say no to having sex with him, should the opportunity present itself. Thus far, her sexual contact with her son was nothing more than inappropriate thoughts when masturbating herself. She only wished she didn't feel so guilty after thinking about her son sexually. Feeling so good at the time when allowing her thoughts about him to turn sexual, she felt perversely perverted for having those incestuous, sexual thoughts later.

"Sure. I'd love to go to the Christmas party with you," he said. "When is the party?"

Wow, that was a surprise. She was shocked. She couldn't believe her young, handsome son agreed to accompany his old mother to her party. What 22-year-old young man wants to be saddled with his mother all night? Never expecting him to say yes, now she was put on the spot to go to her office party, a party that she really didn't want to attend. 

"Tonight," she said.

He looked at her so surprised that the party was tonight that she wondered if he'd change his mind about going.

"Tonight?" He laughed. "How long have you known about the party?"

He looked at her puzzled.

"A couple of weeks, two weeks," she said.

"But it's Christmas Eve?" He laughed again. "What company has a party on Christmas Eve?" 

He was right. When employees would rather be home with their families, it did seem a bit odd to have a Christmas party on Christmas Eve but the party was a last minute decision. For sure, had the Christmas bonuses not been passed out at the Christmas party, few employees would even attend the Christmas party on Christmas Eve. The company wasn't going to have a party at all after last year's fiasco when the drunken, Senior Vice President was found having sex in the men's bathroom with the drunken, President's naked wife.

With the president's wife leaning over the sink while the VP pounded her pussy from behind, someone sitting in one of the stalls recorded the sexual affair and posted it to YouTube. Shot through the men's room mirror, Audrey's big, fake boobs bounced all over the Internet while she screamed her role as a whore instead of the chief executive's respectable wife. It's amazing the difference a year makes. With the Vice President fired and with the President of the company in the middle of a divorce from his wife, the affair is a distant memory. Matter of fact, with president's young, sexy girlfriend, a dead ringer for Sofia Vergara, everything was all good.

"With us not having enough employees to book a ballroom, they couldn't book a suite of rooms until tonight. With them planning the party at the last minute, the hotels were all filled with people booking rooms to see their families for Christmas," she said.

In the way he looked at her, obviously he still didn't understanding why they'd have a party so late into the holiday. With her not wanting to tell him about the sex scandal uncovered in the men's room bathroom, she didn't say any more about it.

"Oh," he said.

Just a passing thought and something she'd never do, yet imagining her son fucking her in the way the VP fucked the president's wife, Christine imagined someone catching them and filming them having sex in the men's room.

"I wasn't going to go because I didn't want to go alone and I didn't want to ask you to come with me because I figured you'd feel compelled to go," she said.

As if she was a decadent dessert asking to be licked before being eaten, he looked at her in the way she looks at him. Unable to resist him, if only he made the first move, she'd make all of the rest. If only he'd touch her and kiss her while feeling her, she'd touch and feel him too while kissing him. If only he'd start something now, she'd forget all about the Christmas party and stay home with her son.

"I'd like to go," he said taking her hand in his before putting an arm around her waist. "I'd love to dance with you," he said waltzing her around the room.

Wishing he'd reach down and grab and feel her ass, the sexual sensation of feeling his fingertips poised at the top of her hip made her want him to touch her, feel her, and kiss her. Always so fun and so spontaneous, he always made her laugh. With her barely 18-years-old and pregnant in her senior year of high school with him, and with her parents wanting her to have an abortion, she was glad she went through with the pregnancy and kept him. A tumultuous time and a decision she would have regretted the rest of her life had she had an abortion, he was the one good thing in her life.

"I figured you could wear a sport coat and tie," she said, "and pants, of course," she said with a dirty laugh while imagining him naked below the waist.

She'd like to see him dressed up instead of him wearing his normal outfit of jeans, sweatshirt, and baseball cap.

"Sure. This will be fun instead of staying home and watching It's A Wonderful Life again," he said with a laugh.

* * * * *

When he said that about watching It's A Wonderful Life, she thought about all the times she curled up with him on the couch with him to watch a movie. Her favorite place to be with him, she loved watching movies while holding her son. Every time she curled up with him, safely tucked beneath his arm with her arm wrapped around him and with her feeling his warm body so close to her, she always imagined having sex with him. With her hand resting on his thigh, it took all the self-control she possessed not to move her hand higher up before placing it on his cock.

If only he'd move her hand to his pajama clad prick, she'd leave it there. If only he'd touch her breasts and finger her nipples through her nightgown, she'd let him stick his hand down her nightgown to touch, feel, and fondle her naked breasts. She'd love nothing more than to feel and fondle him while he felt and fondled her as they continued watching the movie. It's A Wonderful Life would suddenly take on new meaning if she was sexually intimate with her son.

Wishing she was drunk enough or horny enough, she wondered what he'd say if she touched his prick through his pajama. She wondered what he'd do if she grabbed his cock through his pajama. She imagined fingering the head of his prick and watching it grow bigger and harder enough to tent his pajama bottoms. Whenever her braless breasts were pressed against his side, she always felt his cock pulsating against her forearm in the way her nipples hardened against him. With his erect cock so very close to her hand, it was sometimes difficult to concentrate on the movie when his erection was rubbing against her forearm.

Something that she'd like to do and has thought about doing, she wondered what he'd say if she willingly released his obvious sexual tension by reaching her hand inside of his pajama bottom and wrapped her fingers around his penis. She wondered what he'd do if she pulled out his cock and stroked him to an erection. She imagined giving him a hand job or perhaps lowering her mouth to his prick and giving him a blowjob. She wondered if he'd allow her to touch him and/or suck him in that sexual way. She wondered if he'd want to cum in her mouth as much as she'd like him to cum in her mouth or would he push her away in disgust and horror?

Even though she'd never do something so wickedly nasty, she enjoyed thinking that she would. Only, unable to cross the incestuous line, she didn't want to ruin their close mother and son relationship. Should he marry, after carrying the guilt of having sex with her son, how could she face his wife, her daughter? Should he have grandchildren, she'd always feel guilty about having sex with her son, their father. What's wrong with her for having such salacious, sexual thoughts?

Before he returned home from college, having sex with her son is something she thought about only when masturbating herself in the bathtub with her dildo, in the shower with her water massager, in bed with her vibrator, or in the ladies room at work with her finger. Now she thinks about having sex with her son all the time. Yet, just because she thought of having sex with her son when masturbating herself didn't mean she'd do anything more than think about having sex with him.

Letting herself go with the fantasy of having sex with him, she needed those naked images of him for her to have an orgasm. Just because she thought about her son in a sexual way when cuddling with him on the couch, didn't mean that she'd have sex with her son. Just because she thought about having sex with her son while rubbing her nipples against the side of him and while he pulsated and rubbed his cock against her forearm didn't mean that she'd act upon their mutual, sexual desire.

"Okay, then I'm going to get ready," she said heading to the bathroom to take her shower.

* * * * *

While showering and allowing the shower massager to harden her nipples and tease her clit, she wished he'd open the bathroom door and sit on the toilet to watch her shower. She wished he'd push back the shower curtain, climb in the tub, and shower with her. She wished he'd push her up against the wet, tile wall and have sex with her. She wished he'd push down on her shoulders and force her to suck him. Only, he wouldn't have to force her too much or push her very hard. She'd willingly fuck him and suck him if only he'd make the first move.

Surprising even herself, something she did on impulse without even thinking it through, when she got out of the shower, she exposed herself to her son. Other than she was horny, lonely, and needy, she didn't know why she exposed her naked body to him. Perhaps her way of thanking him for escorting her to the company Christmas party, showing him her naked body was his much deserved reward. Only, exposing her naked body to him was as much a reward for her as she hoped it would be for him.

When taking her shower while masturbating herself with the shower massager, she was consumed by the thoughts of having sex with her son. Something she's never done before, she thought about exposing her naked body to him while walking down the hall from the bathroom to her bedroom. Then, once in her bedroom, she stripped off her bathrobe without closing her bedroom door. Actually, she knew exactly why she exposed herself to him. With Daniel taking a job out of state the first of the year, and with him renting an apartment, this may be her last opportunity to seduce her son. She only had one week to make her incestuous move and her sexual intentions known.

Chances are he'll meet someone at work or where he lives. Chances are he'll fall in love. Chances are he'll marry and have children and will no longer think of her, his mother, in the sexual way that he thinks of her now. Relegated to him calling her on her birthday, her calling him on his birthday, and him calling her at Christmas, chances are she'll never have another opportunity like this to see how he really feels about her and if it's the same sexual way she feels about him.

Totally naked and acting oblivious to her bedroom door being wide open by not looking in his direction, as soon as she walked by her doorway, she knew he'd see her. Knowing he was in the living room watching television, she knew that he could clearly see her in the mirror that hung on the wall over the TV. With the mirror perfectly aligned with her opened bedroom door to reflect back her naked image, she walked around her bedroom naked and in plain sight while getting her clothes and putting them on the bed in readiness to get dress. Never has she felt as perversely perverted as she felt now.

Never has she felt so sexually excited exposing her naked body to her son. Willing to make a fool of herself if he rejected her incestuous seduction, at the very least, flashing herself to him gave her fodder to masturbate over later. With him leaving her to start his life, she was desperate for him to see her without her clothes. Once seeing her naked, she was desperate to know if he'd take the next step. She was desperate to know if he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

She removed her dress from the closet. Without him even having to turn around to look, with him watching her through the living room mirror, she knew he could see the side of her breasts and her ass when she walked by her open bedroom door. As if she was inviting him to fuck her, bending over in his line of vision, she neatly laid her skirt and blouse on the bed. While leaning down to fuss with the collar, she knew she was teasing him by showing him her naked ass and pussy. Always wanting to flash him when in her panty and bra and topless even, she never thought she'd ever do what she was doing now.

With her walking by her open bedroom door again and again, she walked to her dresser. She removed her panty and bra and placed those on the bed too. Daring herself to walk to her door naked and call out to him, she was so tempted to ask his advice in having him select her panty and bra. She imagined him coming into her bedroom to help her get dressed. She imagined him feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples while helping her on with her bra. She imagined him feeling her ass and fingering her pussy while helping her on with her panties.

Perhaps going too far in her desperation to explore more of a forbidden, sexual relationship, she was so nervous flashing her son her naked body. Yet, she did, over and again. With him encouraging her by not looking away, she was so sexually excited that he was watching her. Not sure what she'd do or what he'd do if he did make a move, she wished he'd walk in her bedroom while she was naked. She wished he'd lean against the door jamb to talk to her as he always did as if she was fully dressed instead of being totally naked.

With her wanting him to see her naked body up close, she's masturbated many times over the thoughts of him touching her and feeling her while kissing her. With her wanting to see him naked, she's masturbated herself many times over having sex with her son. Fortunately or unfortunately, crossing the incestuous line is something she'd never do, until now. Now or never, this was her last opportunity to finally seduce her son.




Mother and Son, Ghosts of Christmas



Honestly, with her not having pangs of guilt over her naked exhibitionism until later, it felt so good to be sexually wicked. Something she's been wanting to do since he turned 18-years-old, finally, she was flashing him her naked body. Only, he disappeared for four, long, sexually frustrating years when he went to college out of state. Between his college expenses and her never making enough money as a lowly secretary to save any extra money, just as he couldn't afford to come home for the holidays, she couldn't afford to pay him to come home. With him home now, she had plenty of opportunities to do the sexual things that she's sexually fantasized doing and that she's always wanted to do with her son. Calling her own bluff, this was the first time she's been so sexually blatant with him.

She knew he could see her. She knew he was watching her. She knew she was showing him all that she wanted him to see of her naked body and all that he no doubt wanted to see of her naked body. Instead of going to a stupid office Christmas party, she'd rather stay home and make love to him before fucking him. Only, just a salacious sexual thought, her having an incestuous affair with her son would never happen. It was enough that she was exposing herself to him. Finally, she closed her bedroom door but not before she walked to the door totally naked and called out to him to get his attention.

"I'll be ready in fifteen minutes Daniel," she said.

Waiting for him to turn around to look at her, she was shaking she was so sexually aroused. He turned to look at her and she stood there as if she was a deer caught in headlights. They looked at one another as if they were potential lovers instead of mother and son. Not lifting a hand or an arm to cover her nakedness, she stood there staring at her son in the way he sat there staring at her. When he didn't make a move that she hoped he'd make, and when he didn't come in her room and take her as she imagined he would, she closed her bedroom door as disappointed as she was sexually frustrated.

"Okay Mom," he said turning his head in her direction while staring longer than any son should at his naked mother.

She closed her bedroom door to stand in front of her mirror. Staring at her naked self, she silently talked to herself.

'Oh, my God. I can't believe I did that. I can't believe I exposed my naked body to my son. Daniel saw me naked. He saw my tits, my pussy, and my ass. I can't believe I flashed him my naked body,' she said to herself while getting dressed.

She put on her panties and bra before slipping in her dress. While fixing makeup, she continued silently talking to herself as if there was someone else there with her.

'Maybe tomorrow, Christmas day, when we're watching a movie, hoping he'll take the hint, I'll put his hand on my breasts. Maybe tomorrow, my way of hitting him in the back of the head with a baseball bat to tell him in certain term that I want him, I'll grab his cock through his pajama bottoms.'

While doing her hair, she continued her personal, private conversation.

'Maybe tomorrow, he'll allow me to masturbate him. Maybe tomorrow, he'll allow me to suck him. Maybe tomorrow, he'll cum in my mouth after making love to me.'

* * * * *

With Christine drinking and dancing all night, sexually frustrated after being forced to behave by acting her role as the appropriate mother all night, the one thing she couldn't stop thinking of was flashing her naked body to her son. Just as he didn't say anything about her sudden exhibitionism, she didn't either. Needing to push the envelope, things didn't escalate until Daniel took the car keys from her.

"I'll drive," he said helping her get in the passenger side of the car. "You're too drunk to drive."

Removing her coat, she tossed it in the backseat.

"I'm hot," she said even though it was cold outside. "Merry Christmas," she said turning to face her son. 

Something she's been wanting to do since forever, she wrapped her arms around his neck, cemented her body against his, and parting his lips with her tongue. With there no mistaking her sexual intentions, she gave him a long, wet kiss. Playing her part as his incoherent, drunken mother, acting more inebriated than she was, this was her opportunity to seduce her son. Unable to wait until she got him home alone, she was ready to fool around in the car. With her skirt up around her crotch, she made sure she flashed her son her panties when getting in the car. With her wishing she had removed her panties in the ladies room, she only wished she wasn't wearing panties. She wished she was flashing him her pussy instead of only her panties.

She sat in the passenger seat spread legged and when he leaned down to lift her ankles in the car, she gave him quite the up close show between her legs of her shapely thighs and her panties. At one point, his nose was so close to her pussy that she knew he could smell her perfumed powder. She only wished he'd run a finger along her obvious pussy slit and give her an orgasm in the way she wanted to give him one too. She only wished he'd lick her through her panty. She only wished he'd pull out his cock and invite her to touch him, stroke him, and suck him. Ready to suck him right there in the parking lot, she'd suck his cock while she sat there in the car with him standing in front of her by the opened car door. 

Not making any attempt to pull her skirt down and sit like a lady, and in the way that any mother should, maybe if she continued flashing him her panties, he'd get the hint and park the car by the side of the road to have sex with his horny, drunken mother. She'd like nothing better than to make out with him while he touched and felt her everywhere a son should never touch and feel his mother. The last time she was this drunk was after Prom night more than twenty years ago when she had sex with a man she never saw again. Oddly enough, 23 years later, she hoped to repeat the cycle but with her son this time.

"Just relax Mom. We'll be home in half an hour. Maybe you should take a nap," he said looking over at her exposed panty while patting her naked thigh.

With her wishing he'd move her hand higher, she was do tempted to take his hand and put it on her panty clad cunt. She so wished he'd touch her and finger her pussy in the way she imagined herself stroking his cock. If only he'd touch her, she'd take it from there. Only not wanting to be the one to initiate incestuous sex, even though she exposed her naked body to him and was sitting there with her legs spread, she needed him to make the first move. Then, when he didn't touch her and feel her, she knew it was all up to her.

"Okay, as long as I can sleep," she said leaning across the seat with her head in her son's lap.

Something she always wanted to do when watching a movie together, she was finally doing now. If only he was wearing his pajama bottoms, she'd be feeling his cock through his pajamas right now. With his flaccid cock so very close to her mouth, if he was naked right now, she'd be stroking him. If he was naked right now, she'd be blowing him. With her so drunk and so horny, if only he'd park the car somewhere private, she'd be fucking him. With her drunkenness her excuse, her going away gift to him, she'd love nothing more than to suck and fuck her son.

Making it appear not as obvious but accidental at first, curious about his reaction to her touching him, it didn't take her very long to touch and feel his penis through his pants. Not telling her to stop and to behave, and not brushing her hand away, seeming he was enjoying her touching his emerging erection through his trousers. She thought about all of the times she masturbated herself while imagining touching her son. She thought of all the times she masturbated herself while imagining stroking her son as he touched and felt her breasts. She thought of all the times she masturbated herself while imagining sucking her son before fucking her son. With them having a 30 minute ride home and with her head already in his lap, maybe she'd give him some sexy, unexpected, impulsive, sexual fun.

* * * * *

During all of those times they cuddled on the couch while watching a movie, she so wanted to touch her son's cock through his pajamas while he felt her breasts and fingered her nipples through her nightgown. Now here it is, her sexual fantasy come true on the pretense that she's drunk, really drunk, when she wasn't that drunk at all. Certainly, she was sober enough to know what she was doing. Moreover, she was plenty sober enough to remember tomorrow all that she did tonight.

As if slowly tracing her nipple or gently rubbing her clit, as if his cock was something invaluable and delicate, and indeed to her it was, first she lightly traced the outline of his cock with her manicured fingertips. Then, teasing him a little more by adding more pressure, she fingered the head of his cock through his pants with her thumb and index finger. With her pretending she was sleeping and touching him in her sleep, with his cock throbbing and pulsating while hardening, if he didn't know her incestuous, sexual intentions before, he certainly knew them now. Yet, it wasn't until she grabbed his growing prick through his pants that he reached his hand down to feel her breasts through her blouse and bra. A long time sexual fantasy come true, she couldn't believe she was groping her son's cock while he groped her breasts.

She couldn't believe they were finally doing this. She couldn't believe she was feeling his cock through his pants while he felt her breasts through her blouse and bra. She couldn't believe that seemingly, he wanted to touch and feel her as much as she wanted to touch and feel him. She couldn't believe he was inappropriately touching and feeling her in the way that she was inappropriately touching and feeling him. Maybe her walking around him naked got to him as much as it got to her. Maybe that unexpected, surprise of a French kiss she gave him when standing outside of the car sexually excited him as much as it sexually excited her.

Instantly her nipples erected and hardened and as soon as they did, he fingered them. It felt so sexually arousing to finger the head of his cock while he fingered her hard, erect nipples. As if her nipples were the secret combination to her sexual arousal, she squirmed with his gentle, sexual touch. She only wished he was sucking her tits while fingering her pussy. With him fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra and her fingering his cock through his pants, obviously they were both sexually aroused.

Just as it didn't take her very long to become wet, it didn't take him very long to become hard. Exposing her long line of cleavage and sexy low cut bra to his horny eyes, she allowed him to unbutton the top few buttons of her blouse. As if she was watching their sexual interaction from afar, she watched him reach his hand inside of her blouse and down her bra to feel her naked breasts while fingering her nipples. It was obvious that he was enjoying touching and feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples as much as she was enjoying touching his cock and feeling his cock. It was obvious that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. With her not saying no to anything that he wanted to do to her body and with him not resisting her motherly albeit sexual touch, and with Burl Ives singing Jingle Bells in the background, Christine brazenly took the next step and unzipped her son.

Thinking that he would, he didn't stop her from unzipping him. Nor did he stop her from reaching her drunken hand inside of his pants. In the way he was feeling her tits through her blouse and bra, she felt his prick grow harder and stiffer through his thin, cotton underwear. The sexual sensation of touching her son and feeling him through his briefs was something she missed doing with a man. It's been a long time since she's felt a man's erection. It's been a long time since she's had a cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy.

The sexual sensation of him touching her naked breast while fingering her nipples was something that's she's been sexually fantasizing about while masturbating over for years. Not since she divorce her husband years ago has she touched a cock, felt a cock, stroked a cock, sucked a cock, and fucked a cock and here she was touching and feeling her son's big prick. She dated a few men but men only wanted one thing and as soon as they knew she had a child, they were gone. With no man willing to give her a commitment, she was content living alone with her son.

Then, doing what no mother should ever do with her son, while waiting for him to stop her, she unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants. With him the sober one, he could have stopped her but he didn't. With him the sane one, he could have put an end to this but he didn't. Obviously he wanted this as much as she wanted this.

With his cock tenting his briefs, she felt him through his underwear again before she pulled the top of his underwear down to expose the head of his prick to her motherly eyes. She needed to see him before she touched him. Pulling his underwear down further, she stared at his cock before touching his cock. Then, she reached her horny hand inside of his underwear to wrap her fingers around the base of his erection before reaching even lower to cup his testicles. A longtime sexual fantasy, her son's prick was firmly in her hand.

She felt him stop breathing as soon as she felt his cock in her hot hand. Then as if she was grabbing her dildo, she pulled his prick further out of his underwear. Staring at her son's cock first before stroking his big prick, she looked up at him looking down at her. Stroking him slowly before stroking him a little faster, she wanted to take him in her mouth and suck him but she was afraid. Even though she was an incestuous slut and even though she was a wicked whore, she didn't want her son to think she was an incestuous slut and a wicked whore.

If only he knew she wanted to suck him, she wondered if he'd let her. If only he knew she wanted him to cum in her mouth, she wondered what he'd say and if he would. If only he knew she'd swallow his cum, she wondered what he'd do. Would he put a gentle hand to the back of her head while humping her mouth and fucking her face or would he push her away in disgust?

A mother touching her son is one thing but a mother sucking her son is something else entirely. With a hand job an act of motherly love, a blowjob was incestuously wicked. Certainly, if he was incapacitated after an accident, she'd willingly give her son a hand job to remove the sexual tension. It was one thing to masturbate her son but it was something else entirely for her to suck her son, allow him to cum in her mouth, and to swallow his cum.

Feeling that she's gone too far, sensing that he'd reject her, and already guilty that she's ruined the loving mother and son relationship they so enjoyed having, she looked up at him while trying to read him. With her stroking him and him still feeling her tits while fingering her nipples, did he want her to suck him or was this as far as he'd be willing to go? She was his mother after all and he was her son. What they were doing now was forbidden but encouraged by him not stopping her and further encouraged by his obvious erection and sexual excitement, she continued sexually seducing her son. Having gone this far and with him leaving soon and this being now or never, going all the way, she felt him gasp when she took him in her mouth.

* * * * *

Christine couldn't sleep again. Usually not remembering what day it was, she remembered what day it was today. It was Christmas morning. Sometimes forgetting what day, what month, and what year it was, seemingly it was just the Fourth of July not that long ago. She couldn't believe it's already been a year since last Christmas, the worst Christmas she's ever had in her life.

Laying on her back while staring up at the ceiling, she was wide awake while thinking about her son, Daniel. Expecting to see nothing but darkness, she sat up in bed to look out her bedroom window at the night. Instead of seeing nothing but the dark and frightening shadows, as if nature had turned on a nightlight, she was surprised to see that everything was white. She was accustomed to seeing pitch black when she awakened during the night and looked out her window. In addition to there being a big, bright full moon, everything was light and white.

Just as the weatherman correctly predicted, it was snowing. She was excited about the snow. As if whitewashing everything white as Mark Twain did with his character, Tom Sawyer, she loved how temporarily quiet and clean the snow made everything. Something she'd never tell anyone for fear that they'd think her insane, seemingly the deadening weight of the snow was the only thing that stopped the voices she heard in her head.

As if the snow was an insulating blanket blocking out the sounds of the country, everything outside was so stilly quiet. With no birds and no animals out and about, they all knew to seek shelter. After a winter of warmer than seasonable weather, it was going to be a white Christmas after all. Just as Bing Crosby sung in his song, White Christmas, when dreaming of a white Christmas, it doesn't seem like Christmas without snow on the ground. 

Only, along with the snow came the cold, that real, bone chilling, bitter cold that made her just want to pull the covers over her head and sleep until the spring. With no one out and about, unless they had to go to work, everyone stayed home on cold, snowy days like these. All last year she walked around her house dressed in her flannel nightgown, flannel robe, and Ugg slippers, while wrapped in a wool blanket.

Even though she liked the snow, as long as there was someone else there to shovel it, Christine hated the cold. The cold reminded her of that freezing night when she was trapped in her totaled car after her son's fatal car crash. She had never been as cold as she was that night while waiting for someone to come rescue her and her dying son.

* * * * *

"Daniel! Daniel! Stay with me. You're going to be all right. Help is coming. Don't worry. The car automatically called 911 and informed them where we are," she said trying to stop him from going into shock.

Only, dying instantly upon impact with the tree, dead already, Daniel didn't answer her. Even more than hating the cold, she hated that howling wind that no matter what she wore to keep herself warm, it was never enough. As if the wind was a wailing ghost, and as if the Angels were crying, the wind was whistling that night. The deep, drifting snow and the cold, along with a grey, cloudless sky, and the howling wind reminded her too much of death and too much of that awful night. She hated the grey, rainy days of November that ushered in the long, cold, days of winter. Needing a drink to stop her hands from shaking, she needed another drink to stop the voices, and still another drink to help her to forget. 

Death had been a recent visitor to her door. Even though Christine loved Christmas, with the death of her son last Christmas, on early Christmas day, that was the worst Christmas she could possibly have had. She didn't think she'd ever celebrate another Christmas but only a year later, here she is gingerly ready to greet Santa Claus before ringing in the New Year. 

"Ho! Ho! Ho," said the Salvation Army Santa ringing their bells in their requests for money to fill their kettles whenever she went to the mall or to the market.

Her son would have wanted her to get on with her life. If only in memory of him, he would have wanted her to continue to celebrate their favorite holiday. Perhaps, if he was in Heaven, and she believed he was, he'd be looking down upon the Christmas tree that she reluctantly and sadly decorated for him in his honor. With her heart not in it, what normally took her a couple of hours to put up took her three days to finish decorating.




Mother and Son, Ghosts of Christmas



With all of the ornaments she bought him through the years weighing heavily on her heart as it weighed down the branches, if only he was still here, she'd be so happy. Wishing it was all just a bad dream that would disappear as soon as she awakened, if only his death was a nightmare but it wasn't. Too much of a loss for any mother to bear, every day she faced the same, sad reality of living her life without him. She tried killing herself with sleeping pills but unable to go through with it, she called 911 before losing consciousness. With them grilling her, hounding her, restraining her, and medicating her when she suddenly turned violent, she spent 30 days in a mental hospital for observation.

* * * * *

Like mother like son, Daniel loved Christmas too. He loved Christmas decorations, ornaments, and Christmas music, especially Christmas music. Every year, before he went away to college for four years, the day after Christmas, they'd go to the local Hallmark store to buy Christmas ornaments at half off their retail price for next year's tree. Always forgetting about the ornaments they bought last year after Christmas, opening the new, unopened ornaments was always a welcomed surprise. For the last four years, picking out ornaments that she thought he'd buy, she's been buying ornaments alone. Only this year, when she opened the ornaments that she bought last year, she cried. Memories she'll never forget and that will always haunt her, she remembered how excited he was over this ornament or that ornament that he bought years ago as a child.

Music that once made her so happy now made her so sad, too sad, so very sad, and too sad to play. She used to love Christmas music and even though she relented in putting up the tree to keep herself busy, she just couldn't bring herself to play Christmas music. Now, instead of sleeping and instead of getting up to make the best of another miserable day, she preferred staring out her bedroom window at the peaceful quiet of nothingness and emptiness. At least with the snow, she had something else to look at other than darkness. She enjoyed watching the snow falling, the bare branches swaying, and the snow drifting higher to the commanding orchestration of the wind. She remembered how she used to watch him playing in the snow in the backyard from her kitchen window, and now he's gone. All her fault, he's gone forever.

She wished she had died in that car crash instead of him. There must be nothing, absolutely nothing when we die. She imagined that's how it must be to be dead. Suspended in time, she imagined death must feel the same as it does before we're born. How awful to be dead? How awful for her to lose her son so soon, too soon? Covered with snow, the cemetery where he's buried must be so cold. She imagined him shivering in his coffin, only he's dead. He sees nothing, hears nothing, and feels nothing. He's not there. He's gone hopefully to Heaven.

With him having just graduated college, she'll never see him work at his chosen career. She'll never welcome the new house he'd buy one day with a house warming gift. With him not ready to take a wife, with him not even steadily dating anyone, she'll never see the grandchildren he may have had. With her having already lived much of her life, she wished it was her that died that day in her car and not him. 

Yet, even though there was no music playing, startled awake to mindlessly stare out her bedroom window at the snow falling, for some reason, Jingle Bells played through Christine's brunette, pretty head. With her radio not on, having already heard the song a thousand times before, perhaps she was just imagining Burl Ives singing the song. As if she had been magnetized or hypnotize to react to the sound and to the song of Jingle Bells, she sat up in bed to listen. As if the music was far away, the sound was haunting. Whether the music was imagined or real, she distinctly heard Jingle Bells. Only, instead of putting her in a good mood and in a good place, Jingle Bells was the last song she heard on the car radio before the crash. Now, wishing she were dead, the imagined music put her in a foul mood and in a bad place.

With everything so stilly quiet, always at this early hour of the morning, there was an eeriness in the air as if there was someone here with her and watching her. The bewitching hours between 2 am and 5 am, she looked at her nightstand clock and it was 3:33. The feeling that there was something or someone there in the dark watching her made the hair on her arms stand. Sensing a presence, she looked at every familiar shadow in her room while imagining that it was something else or someone else. Fearing the unknown, the afterlife, and/or the nothingness of death, she was afraid of every sound she heard in the dark. While allowing her imagination to get the better of her, she imagined every sound she heard was something different than it was.

What happens when you die she wondered? Is there Heaven and is there Hell she wondered? With this moment her reality now, she feared what evil may lurk in the shadows of her bedroom while watching her. She signed herself and said a silent prayer for her son before saying a prayer for herself to Saint Michael to protect her from evil, from harm, and from the Devil.

Now too afraid to sleep, wide awake, she was done sleeping. A year of sleepless nights, she hasn't had a good night's sleep since her son died. Once, a beautiful woman, who looked ten years younger than her age, with the bags under her eyes and with her no longer having an appetite for food, looking drawn, thin, haggard, and tired, she looked ten years older than her age. As far as she was concerned, without the joy in her life that her son brought, her life was over. If she didn't fear death, the unknown, and if suicide wasn't a mortal sin, she'd kill herself.

Only, as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, even though she still felt a presence, whatever it was, she didn't feel evil. Fearing whatever it was in the beginning that made her so afraid, she didn't feel fear now. Even though she knew there was something or someone still there with her, she wasn't afraid. If anything, with her no longer alone, she felt more at peace.

Call it her mother's intuition but she suspected that the presence she felt was her son. She felt her son. She could feel her son's energy. He was here in the house with her now. She knew he was. Did he come home for Christmas? Was this his last visit before saying goodbye to her forever?

She heard that ghostly spirits hang around for a year before they disappear to their final resting place. Then, there were those ghosts who never found their final resting places. Maybe he was one of those ghosts. Maybe he'll be hanging around her until the day she dies. Maybe he's here to accompany her to Heaven in the way that he accompanied her to her tragic office party.

* * * * *

It was always the small things and her personal choices that so affected her life and that made her happy. Oddly enough, sleeping naked was one of them. She briefly married when her son was a toddler. After she was married, she always slept in the nude. Sleeping in the nude made her feel sexy. Sleeping naked always gave her husband the go ahead signal that she was available for sex and ready to make love. Only, even though he professed he loved her and told her that her having a child by another man didn't bother him, obviously her baggage did. After her divorce and with her charged with the sole custody of her son, she stopped the practice of sleeping naked.

It wasn't until Daniel went away to college that she returned to the habit of sleeping naked. After he graduated college and returned home to live with her, she slept in a nightgown again, albeit a sheer, sexy one. Able to sleep in the nude again now that her son was gone and she lived alone, sleeping in the nude made her feel alive when she's been feeling so dead with the death of her son. Sleeping in the nude made her feel something other than nothing. Sleeping in the nude made her feel sexually desirable and horny again, horny enough to masturbate herself again.

Imagining someone seeing her walking around her house naked, a peeper perhaps, her skin always tingled when she slept naked. Whether it was the sheet or the covers that caressed her body in the way she imagined her son sexually, incestuously, and inappropriately touched her as he did that night in her car, her naked body made her feel something other than death, grief, and sadness. Only, she wished she had a man sleeping naked with her. Ideally not just any man, she wished she had her son in bed with her. Having seen the way he stared at her, she wished she had given Daniel what he so wanted, her naked body before he died. Such a loss and such a waste, adding more proof to the saying that the good die young, he died too young. He died after experiencing so little of life and so sexually little of her.

Suddenly uncomfortable roaming the house naked as she usually does since her son died, Christine slipped on her bathrobe before heading downstairs to investigate her sense that there was someone in her house. Making her feel more comfortable, even though she knew it was the presence of her son she felt, a ghost who would never harm her, she turned on every light in the house as she went. With her normally walking around the house naked in the morning but for her slippers, she turned on all of the lights as much for her son's benefit as she did for her own feelings of safety, comfort, and security.

Only whoever was out there in the dark could see her flitting around the kitchen and making coffee in the nude. Wishing someone would see her naked, she needed some kind of excitement in her life, sexual or otherwise, even if it was unwelcomed violent or sexual excitement. Ever since her son died, going through life as if a zombie, she died inside too. If she was unable to make herself happy, maybe she could make a peeper happy by flashing him her nude body.

What her son couldn't see of her in life, she hoped he could see of her in death. She imagined he could see her naked body and it made her horny to think that he could see her from his world of the dead to her world of the living. Yet, now that she felt his presence, she felt incestuously wicked and embarrassed that she was exposing herself to him.

Still she felt guilty from that fateful night with her causing him to crash and die. After exposing her naked body to him before attending the party and sucking his cock after the party while allowing him to feel her breasts and finger her nipples, feeling that she was without redeeming qualities, she suddenly felt like an incorrigible whore. Now, instead of walking around her house without her clothes, she felt more comfortable with her robe than without. Maybe it wasn't his spiritual energy that she suspected she felt but an intruder.

There was a feeling, a mysterious energy from whoever was in the room with her that controlled her being and held her mind hostage. Then, for no explicable reason, the Angel poised at the top of the Christmas tree, his favorite ornament, suddenly moved as if the Angel had mysteriously and animatedly come to life. In a house so quiet that she could hear the ticking of the clock on the mantle, the sudden rustling sound of the Angel made her stop to look at the Christmas tree. She stopped moving about the room to listen to the quiet.

Was he there standing by the tree? Was he happy that she decorated the tree just for him? By making the Angel ornament move, was he telling her that he was an Angel? Again, the hair on her arms raised up as if her forearm was a brush charged with static electricity that caused her hair to stand.

Expecting to see him as if he was the ghost Marion or George Kerby in the old situation comedy series, Topper, she stared at the Angel as if expecting to receive a message from God or from her son. She stared at the Angel as if there was a ghost there taunting her, teasing her, scaring her, and/or trying to get her attention. She stared at the Angel while saying a silent prayer that her son would forever rest in peace. With his death all her fault, she prayed for his forgiveness.

* * * * *

"Who's there? What do you want? I have a gun," she said suddenly afraid that an intruder or a peeper, instead of her son, was watching her while planning his next move of attack.

Only, call it a mother's intuition, she knew that it wasn't an intruder or a peeper. She knew that whoever was there with her now wasn't of this Earth. Wanting to believe it was Daniel, she suspected that the spiritual energy was that of her son. It gave her some modicum of comfort to know that her son could transgress two worlds, going from the world of the dead to the world of the living. It gave her some modicum of peace to know that her son was there with her now.

The lights dimmed for a second and the decorations on the tree jingled as if the dog's tail had bumped the tree but the dog had just gotten up from sleeping in his bed when she came downstairs. Consumed by an eeriness and an uneasiness, she looked about the room for a sign that Daniel was there with her. The dog, standing beside her and nowhere near the tree, was always first to know when a spiritual visitor was here with her. Buster seemingly wasn't as flustered as she was. Only, instead of making her feel safe, the dog's focused stare made her feel nervous, ill at ease, and suddenly afraid again.

As if her son was up on the ceiling looking down at her, Buster looked up towards the ceiling. Then staring straight ahead, he seemed transfixed with the top of the wall. As if he recognized the spiritual visitor and the visitor was holding a cookie, his tail was wagging. Then, he sat as if having been given the command to sit.

A spiritual visitor was a much better and a more descriptive term to use than a ghost, especially when referring to her son's energy. How can someone she so loved be a ghost to her? Much more than paranormal activity, he was more than just a mere figment of her imagination. Whether dead or alive, he was still her son. With the dog unnerving her, needing to be alone with her son, she put the dog outside to do his business in the snow.

Seemingly unable to leave her and not resting in peace, if now that he's here, she suspected that the energy must be that of her deceased son. She suspected her son had some unfinished business before he could rest in peace. She suspected she knew what his unfinished business was. Based on their last time together, when she was giving him a blowjob in the front seat of her car, just before he had his fatal automobile accident, she suspected that her son's unfinished business was her.

The best Christmas gift she could hope to have, she enjoyed having the thought that her son had come home for Christmas. Obviously, her son had returned home for her. Only, she didn't know what he'd be able to do to sexually satisfy her or himself with him being dead. Dead, dead, dead, he was dead and what she was imagining wasn't real. Only, she could feel him as if he was still alive and was there with her now. She really could feel his presence and, with nothing to lose, she decided to try and contact him by speaking to him.

"I'm sorry Daniel. The accident that killed you was my fault," she said bursting in tears, after realizing that she was talking to no one but herself. "Your death is all my fault. Please forgive me."

* * * * *

With the Christmas music playing in the background everywhere she went, especially at the mall, even though she forced herself to put up and decorate a tree, she wasn't in the mood for Christmas. As if it was all static noise in her head, with people everywhere and the television screaming Christmas commercials at her to buy things she didn't want and didn't need, she just wanted to stay in bed and pull the covers over her head. It was painful to be constantly and continually reminded of his favorite holiday without having him there to share in the holiday celebration. Unable to even grieve because of all the guilt she felt, it was too soon to forgive herself for killing her son and too soon to forget the tragic, traffic accident.

She still can't believe he'd dead. He's gone. He's gone forever. Seemingly as if it happened yesterday with the nightmares, the voices in her head, and the headaches she had preventing her from getting a good night's sleep, the accident that took her precious son had only been a year ago. She still can't believe it. The one person she loved, the only person she truly loved, is gone from her forever.

Thinking about all the things that she could have done to change the outcome of that fateful day, she wished she hadn't been drinking. If she had been sober, she would have been driving. If she had been driving, she wouldn't have been sucking her son. Only, something came over her that night. Sexually frustrated for so very long, after showing him her naked body before she left the house and after dancing with him all night, she was so very horny.

Then with him busy driving the car, he was her sexual prisoner for a time, until they made it home. She remembered how he looked at her when she flashed him her naked body. With the alcohol removing her sexual inhibitions, her inebriated state gave her the courage to feel her son's cock through his jeans while he removed one hand from the steering wheel to reach his hand over to her to feel her breasts through her blouse and bra. Sadly, what was once so beautiful is now so painfully hard to live her life without him.

Passively encouraged by him not swatting her hand away and/or telling her to stop and to behave, once he started feeling her nipples through her blouse and bra, she unzipped him, and stuck her hand inside his pants. As if fingering her nipples was her signal to go wild, all he ever needed to do to sexually turn her on was to finger her nipples. Of course, it would help for him to finger her pussy but from where he was sitting while driving the car, there was no way he could reach to masturbate her while driving. Yet, she could masturbate him while he drove.

As if their sexual encounter happened last night, she remembered fondling his quickly emerging erection through his thin, white, cotton briefs. With him sticking his hand inside her blouse and down her bra while continuing to feel and fondle her breasts and finger her nipples, he immediately had an erection. Not wasting any more time with her indecision, should she or shouldn't she, she unbuckled and buttoned his pants, pulled down his underwear, and exposed his cock. Oh my God, she remembered being so very sexually excited.

With his prick a beautiful part of his sublime body, she stared at his cock before touching his cock. With her knowing she was doing something so wrong, but not caring that what they were about to do was forbidden, she wrapped her fingers around her son's stiff prick. The fact that they were about to embark upon a sexual relationship made it even that more exciting. Going way beyond the point of no return, they had both crossed over the incestuous line.

With her wanting to give him a very special Christmas gift, she began to slowly stroke him while looking up at him to watch his reaction to his mother not only seeing his big prick but also stroking his big prick. She gazed down at his engorged prick while he one handedly unbuttoned her blouse to expose her bra clad breasts. He looked so very much like his father and with it having been so long since she held a cock in her hand, she stared down at his penis to examine his stiff prick. Then, she did what no mother should ever do to her son, wanting him to cum, she stroked him faster while looking up at him. With him paying more attention to his cock in her hand and her tits in his hand, she had to warn him to watch the road.




Mother and Son, Ghosts of Christmas



"Careful Daniel. Pay attention to your driving while Mommy pays attention to your cock," she said with a dirty laugh. 

She was drunk, so very drunk yet not as drunk as she professed to be. Still no excuse for her inappropriate, sexual, incestuous behavior, she couldn't remember being as drunk as she was that night. It was twenty more minutes before they'd be home and she had plenty of time to do what she was intent on doing. Having imagined doing this dozens of times while she masturbated herself, now that she's taken his cock in her hand, she wanted to know what it would feel like to take her son's prick in her mouth. In the way that he was watching her having her wicked, sexual way with his stiff prick and in the way that he was looking at her while feeling her big tits, she knew that he wanted her to suck him as much as she wanted to suck him.

"That feels so good Mom," he said looking down at her hand again when he should have been watching the road.

Then, while he fondled her breast and fingered her nipples inside her bra, she lost all control. As if she willed him to finger her nipples while she stroked his cock, this was the first step in them having sex and changing their mother and son relationship forever. With her nipples her erogenous zone, as long as he continued fingering, pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples, she knew her sucking his prick was inevitable. She couldn't wait to take him in her mouth. She couldn't wait to suck her son.

Making herself more comfortable, she slid her body all the way across the seat and lowered her head. She was glad her car had a bench seat instead of having an in the way console between them. Only, with her center of gravity so low and preventing her head from hitting anything in the car crash, with her positioned on his lap and away from the windshield and dashboard somehow saved her life. She was lucky to have survived the accident.

"I have a very special Christmas gift for you," she said kissing his cock before licking his cock while looking up at him looking down at her. "Would you like your special Christmas gift now or later?"

He stared down at her holding his stiff prick in her hand while she continued kissing and licking his cock. Obviously, not needing to guess, he knew exactly what his very special, Christmas gift was.

"Now please," he said.

As soon as he said that he'd like his special Christmas gift now, she took his cock in her mouth and started blowing him, really blowing him. Christine was sucking her son. A night to remember forever, stroking him while sucking him, she was really sucking her son. She couldn't believe she was finally sucking her son. 

Just as much as he obviously wanted to cum in her mouth, she wanted him to cum in her mouth. As if she was dreaming it, she couldn't believe she was sucking him. As if her sexual fantasy had finally come true and as if she was fantasizing about blowing him, she couldn't believe she had her son's stiff prick in her mouth. Determined to get him to cum in her mouth by stroking him faster and sucking him deeper, she'd like nothing more than for him to cum in her mouth.

* * * * *

With Christmas carolers singing their songs of the season outside of her house last night in their feeble attempt to give her some holiday cheer and to get her in the holiday spirit. She had the urge to go outside and chase them away with her snow shovel. It wasn't until her neighbor from across the street spoke to them, no doubt telling them that she had lost her son in a tragic accident last Christmas that they left to annoy someone else. Even though she loved Christmas music and even before the death of her son, she disliked Christmas carolers.

The only holiday cheer she wanted was booze. Keeping her sedated with alcohol allowed her to deal with the fact that she caused the death of her son. Drinking quieted the voices that she imagined she heard in her head. Besides her gin and vodka, the only holiday spirit she had was whatever was haunting her now. Yet, as if her mourning the loss of her son wasn't enough, Christine was in for a big surprise. What should have been a season without holiday celebration was a season not only filled with happiness and joy but also filled with incestuous sex between a mother and her son.

"Mom? Is that you?"

What was that? She heard a voice. If she thought she was hearing voices before, she was definitely hearing voices now. She could have sworn she heard a voice. Was she hearing things? Was she imagining things? She distinctly heard his voice. She just heard Daniel's voice. Was that really his voice? Between sensing spirits and hearing voices, she was glad that she stopped drinking weeks ago. If she was still abusing alcohol, she'd blame hearing Daniel's voice on that.

"I'm here Daniel," she said looking around the room for the origin of the voice.

It was a few minutes before he answered her. It was a few minutes before she imagined herself losing her mind. It was a few minutes of panic that she realized her son really could be here with her now.

"Please stop feeling guilty and responsible for my death. What happened was just as much my fault as it was your fault," he said. "It was just a tragic and unfortunate accident."

Whether imagined or real, hearing him say that made her feel better. Hearing him say that gave her some peace. Did she really hear him say that or did she just think that in her head. She didn't know. She couldn't tell.

Unable to distinguish his voice from her guilty conscience, it comforted her to imagine that he was here with her. Perhaps the words was just her voice in her head. Perhaps the words were his thoughts that somehow transcended from the world of the dead to the world of the living. Yet, whether he really did say that or she thought that, the words gave her great comfort and peace.

God, now she's trying to communicate with the dead and to the imagined voice she just heard. She needs to let go of him. She needs to get on with her life. Thank God she stopped her drinking weeks ago. She stopped drinking not for herself, but for her son. 

Yet, maybe she's not hearing voices or feeling spirits at all. Maybe she was having DT's, delirium tremens from alcohol withdrawal. Maybe she was imagining things and hearing things that weren't there because she hasn't had a drop of alcohol in weeks. Maybe she was imagining things and hearing things because she still responsible and guilty for the death of her beloved son.

Suddenly, as if he was the culmination of a magic trick and as if he was a magician's real, live abracadabra or a witches skullduggery of a hocus pocus, he mystically and miraculously appeared before her. He stood right in front of her as if he was alive instead of dead. Her son appeared before her eyes.

She was shocked. She was stupefied. She was amazed that her son seemingly was there with her now. Yet, how could he materialize in the flesh when he's dead and buried? How could he be with her now when he's gone?

"As if a fog just lifted, I can see you now," he said with a joyous smile.

Not even caring that her hair was such a frightful mess, she was just so happy to see her son.

"And where I couldn't see you before, I can see you now too," she said smiling at her son while tying the tie on her bathrobe tighter than her grasp of reality.

Wondering if she could touch him or if he'd disappear in thin air when she tried to hold him, she walked to him to hug him. Feeling his hands on her as much as she felt her hands on him, they hugged for the longest time. They hugged without talking. Hugging one another much longer than necessary but understandably with him being dead and now suddenly returning to life, she was afraid to let him go and seemingly he was afraid to let her go too.

Even though she could feel him and she could feel his hands on her, she wondered if he was really there with her. She wondered if she was imagining him being there. She wondered if she was still in bed dreaming of him returning to her. Even though she stopped drinking weeks ago, perhaps just imagining that she had stopped drinking but never did, she wondered if she was drunk again. 

She was certain that she wasn't imagining him. He was there with her. He was really there. With her wide awake, she knew that she wasn't still in bed dreaming. With her swearing off the booze to honor her son, she was glad she couldn't blame the alcohol on this ghostly sighting. Only if he was dead, how could he return to her in the way he was standing before her now? He felt so very much alive to her.

* * * * *

With her feeling his spirit for days, she wondered how long he's been here. She wondered if he's been watching her all along. She wondered how long he'll be able to stay before having to go wherever he now belongs. Suddenly, her thoughts turned sexual instead of spiritual. Being that she now sleeps in the nude again, she wondered if he saw her sleeping naked.

It sexually aroused her to think that her son could see her and saw her sleeping naked. She wondered if he watched her undressing. She wondered if he watched her changing her clothes. She wondered if he watched her showering, going to the bathroom, and/or masturbating. She wondered if he could still masturbate now that he was dead and if he could still masturbate, she wondered if he masturbated over her in the way that she still masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with him.

Such crazy, sexual thoughts to have for her son but she was horny. Sexually frustrated, she was lonely. She was aroused with the sexual thoughts that they could continue where they left off when he was alive. Only, how can someone who's dead transcend and incestuously transgress the world of the living? Something she was so intent on doing when he was living, she was just as crazy as she was preposterous to think that her son could have sex with her now that he's dead. Only, wouldn't it be something if he could? Wouldn't it be something if they could transcend and transgress the worlds of the living and the dead by continuing with their sexual, incestuous relationship?

* * * * *

"Were you watching me sleeping naked a little while ago?"

Titillated by the thoughts that he could see her naked and did see her naked, as if beginning again where they abruptly left off, she gave him a sexually excited smile.

"Yes," he said returning her sexy smile with his naughty smile.

She wondered how long he's been here. She wondered if he's been here all along.

"I thought I felt your presence in my bedroom," she said curling her hair with her finger.

Suddenly she was sexually aroused to play this sexy game of what was I showing and what did you see.

"I was there in your bedroom," he said.

Oh my, he was in her bedroom when she was sleeping naked.

"So, you saw me sleeping naked?"

With her bedroom so very dark and with her always hot and kicking off the covers during the night, did her son see her naked? Yet between the full moon and the white snow, her room may have been light enough for him to see more than just her shadowy form. Just the thoughts that Daniel saw her naked made her nipples hard and her pussy wet.

"Yes," he said.

Her son saw her naked. What she was unwilling and unable to show him in life, until that fateful night of the Christmas party when she exposed her naked body to him while getting dressed, he saw in death. Daniel saw her naked. Her son saw her naked body while she was sleeping.

"Were you watching me changing my clothes earlier when I was getting ready for bed?"

He took her hands in his and smiled down at her.

"I couldn't turn away Mother. I couldn't help myself from watching you undress," he said. "I hope you don't mind. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It was just so sexually exciting for me to unbutton your blouse, unzip your short skirt, and unhook and remove your bra before sliding down your panties," he said with sexual excitement.

She was titillated that her son not only watched her sleeping naked but also watched her undress. With her not turning on the light to undress, she wondered how much her son saw of her in her darkened bedroom. Maybe the dark doesn't affect dead people in the way it does those still living. Maybe they're more like animals who can see in the dark.

"It's okay. I'm not embarrassed," she said. "There's nothing wrong with a son trying to get a look of his mother's naked body. You've always been such a naughty boy in trying to see Mommy's tits," she said with a dirty, little laugh.

Needing to know if they could continue where they left off, she sexually teased him by not tying her bathrobe ties tighter when they suddenly loosened. Not wanting to deny him a view of the tops of her breasts and her long line of cleavage, she wanted him to see more of her abundant breasts. After calling him a naughty boy for always trying to get a look at her tits, she wondered if he saw her breasts, really saw her breasts and not just a quick glimpse of them when she was sleeping, showering, and changing her clothes. She'd like for him to see her breasts. It would sexually excite her to know if he saw her breasts.

Suddenly feeling sexually wicked enough, in the way she paraded naked in front of him before, she was horny enough to remove her bathrobe and show him not only her tits but also her whole naked body. Unfortunately, the last time they were together in the car, she never got that far for him to see her naked when she was sucking his cock in the front seat of her car while he was driving. The next step, had they made it home in one peace, would have been to go to bed with him. Only, they never made it home to go the next step and take their incestuous, sexual relationship that far. Something that's given her pleasure while masturbating herself, she was glad now that she had exposed her body to him when she stood in her bedroom doorway naked.

"You have a beautiful body Mother," he said.

Even in death, she was sexually aroused that her son may have seen what he shouldn't see of her. She was sexually excited that her son saw what no son should see of his mother. With her responsible for his death, she wondered if he still sexually wanted her as much as she still sexually wanted him. In the way that her horniness took hold of her before, when she thought of her son while masturbating herself, it was taking hold of her again now. More than just fleeting moment of horniness, it was a mother's deep rooted and unrequited love for her son.

Wondering if he was really there standing before her, she wondered how real he was or if he was just a figment of her guilt ridden and overly active imagination. She wondered if she wasn't even awake but dreaming. She wondered if she was losing her mind. She wondered if she was crazy. If she was awake and not dreaming this, she wondered if he could have sex with the ghost of her dead son. Being that she was directly responsible for his death, after she killed him, she wondered if he'd still wanted her in the same sexual way that she still wanted him.

* * * * *

"Thank you, Daniel," she said. Wanting to continue with the inappropriate albeit titillating conversation, she paused to look at him while wording what she was going to say next. "So you saw me in my panty and bra?"

With her still having the shapely body that she had in her twenties, she loved how she looked in her bra and panty. She looked so sexy in her low cut bra and bikini panty.

"Yes," he said unable to hide his sexual excitement.

Something she wished she had done before when he was alive but with her never having the courage, she always wanted to flash her son how she looked in her sexy lingerie. Embarrassed to brazenly, immorally, and immodestly walk around the house in her bra and panty, she never did. No doubt, after flashing him her naked body, she would have walked around him in her underwear. She always wondered what he'd say or what he do if she paraded around him wearing her sexy bra and bikini panty. She was glad she flashed him her naked body on the last night they were together and that last night he was still alive.

Now going way beyond her flashing him her bra and panty and flashing her son her naked body, she never thought she'd go through with sucking her son when he was alive. She never thought she'd be having these incestuous thoughts about Daniel after he died. She never thought he'd be watching her changing and watching her sleeping naked. She just assumed that once he died all of that incestuous, sexual lust would be over and would have died with him. Only, as if he was still alive with her, they're both playing this sexy, incestuous game.

"And you watched me removing my panty and bra?"

Wanting to continue their sexy game, even though he's already confessed that he saw her undressing and watched her sleep naked, she needed to hear him say it again. She needed to know that it wasn't only her having incestuous thoughts. She needed to know that she's not dreaming or that she's crazy but all of this is real. Besides, with their conversation so erotic in nature, it was sexually exciting for her to ask him everything he may have seen of her. With their conversation so erotic in nature, it was sexually exciting for her to have him to tell her everything that he saw of her again and again.

Thinking that she'd never have this opportunity to explore their incestuous relationship again, maybe tomorrow he'd be gone forever and never to return again. Missing the big picture by thinking of the smaller things in life, she didn't ask him if there was a God or a Devil, or if he was in Heaven or Hell. Instead, with their salacious sexual conversation all about her, she wondered if he saw her C cup breasts. She wondered how well he saw her breasts. She wondered if he saw her areolas and her nipples. She wondered if he saw her trimmed pussy. She wondered if he saw her round, shapely ass. She wondered if he was as sexually aroused by her questions as she was sexually aroused by the anticipation of his answers.

"I did," he said. "Yes, I watched you remove your panty and bra."

Oh, my God. She couldn't believe her son, albeit her dead son, watched her remove her panty and bra. He saw her tits, her ass, and her pussy. He son saw her naked. Her son saw her naked body. Her son, albeit her dead son, not only watched her undressing but also watched her as she slept naked. She was so very sexually excited that he finally saw all of her close up while standing over her in her bedroom as she slept and dreamed about having sex with him.

"You saw me not only while I was sleeping in a darkened bedroom," she said curling her hair with her finger again and pausing before speaking. "But also I take it then that you saw me naked while showering in a well-lit bathroom too?"

Doubting that he'd turn away when she was naked, if he had watched her remove her bra and panty, then for sure, he had seen her naked while showering too. Only, she needed to hear him say that he had seen her naked in the well-lit bathroom. With the thoughts of him seeing her without her clothes, it was then that she felt a familiar wetness between her legs while thinking about her son ogling her naked body in the way she'd love to ogle his naked body. The last time she was with him when he was alive, she was sucking his cock in the way she wished she could suck his cock now.

"Yes, I've seen you naked many times Mother," he said.

Thinking that she was all alone but for a feeling that someone or something was there watching her, now that she knew it was her son, she was sexually thrilled that he could see her and saw her when she was naked.

"Call me Christine," she said. "Being that you're dead, we can skip the formalities."

"Of course, Christine," he said, "but whether dead or alive you'll always be my mother."




Mother and Son, Ghosts of Christmas



So very sexually aroused now, she felt her nipples pushing against her bathrobe. While kissing her, she'd love nothing better than to have her son finger her nipples before breaking off his kiss to suck her nipples. Whether she was sleeping or insane while imagining this conversation, she was enjoying this inappropriate discussion with her son's ghost. Talking to him and seeing him as if he was alive was the best Christmas gift she could have.

Nonetheless, whether he was still alive or still dead, she'd fall to her knees and suck him, if only she could. She'd finally finish what she had started when she was blowing him in her car. If he could ejaculate cum as a dead man, she'd allow him to cum in her mouth and she'd swallow him. Only, as if he was a zombie, she wondered what dead cum tasted like compared to live cum. No matter the taste, he was her son and she'd still blow him.

"Well, tell me then. Don't be shy," she said with a sexy laugh as if she was suddenly transformed into a much younger version of Jessica Lange in American Horror Story. "What do you think of your old, mother's body?"

Putting a hand to her hip, she posed for her son. Shamelessly turning one way before turning the other way, she looked at him as if she was naked instead of in her bathrobe. She was so wicked to ask her son what he thought of her naked body but what did it matter now with him dead? Nonetheless, what did it matter? Nonetheless, she was still curious enough about what he thought of her naked MILF of a body to solicit his opinion.

"You're still very sexy. I've always been sexually attracted to you, Christine," he confessed something that she'd never tire of hearing.

If only he knew that she was sexually attracted to him too when she was alive, she wondered what he'd say. Maybe with him dead, he knows that already. Maybe with him dead he knows all of her dirty, sexy secrets. Only, now in hindsight, she realized that of course he knew she was sexually attracted to him. How could he not know that she wanted him sexually? Something she'd never do if she wasn't sexually attracted to her son, she was giving him a blowjob just before he died. Stroking him faster while sucking him deeper, she was trying to get him to cum in her mouth.

What mother who wasn't sexually attracted to her son would suck her own son? Yet, what mother, even one who was sexually attracted to her son, would suck her own son? What son, who wasn't sexually attracted to his mother, would allow his mother to suck him? Yet, what son, even one who was sexually attracted to his mother, would allow his mother to suck him? Just as it's one thing to think about having sex with your son, it's quite another thing to go through with the incestuous sex and do the dirty deed by blowing him. Just as it's one thing to think about having sex with your mother, it's quite another thing to go through with the incestuous sex and allow your mother to blow you.

"You have? You've always been sexually attracted to me?"

Prying him for sexy information, if only for fodder for her to masturbate herself later while, hopefully, with him watching, she played her innocent mother card. Just as he knew that she was and still is sexually attracted to him, now she knew that he was still sexually attracted to her too. Yet, always feeling guilty about standing in her bedroom door naked and feeling like a wicked whore to suck her own son later than night, after talking to him, she felt better and didn't feel as guilty about being responsible for his death.

With him always trying to peep on her and always staring at what he could see of her, she was always so tempted to show him what he was looking to see. She was glad that finally she did. She was always so tempted to give him a real show, a striptease show but, stopping her dead in her tracks with her unable to cross the incestuous line, the fact that she was his mother always ruined her fun. Fearing that he'd move away, it took her horniness for her to leave her bedroom door open while walking around her room naked and in plain view. It took her to be drunk that faithful night to unzip him, pull out his cock, and suck while stroking him. 

"Yes. I've always been sexually attracted to you," he said pausing before speaking as if he was thinking better of what he was about to say.

The thought that her son had always been sexually attracted to her made her as sexually excited as it made her sad. She wasted so much time. They could have been having sex instead of teasing one another while wondering about one another. More than just a great mother and son relationship, they could have had a mother and son incestuous, sexual relationship.

"Tell me, Daniel," she said.

She looked at him with love in the way he was looking at her with lust.

"Tell you what Christine?"

She just wanted to walk up to him and kiss him, French kiss him.

"Did you masturbate over the thoughts of watching me undress and seeing me naked? I guess what I'm asking is, being that you're dead, can you still masturbate?"

She imagined him standing over the sink, the toilet, in the shower, and/or resting in his bed while stroking his prick as he thought about her naked.

"Whether dead or alive, I couldn't possibly count how many times I've masturbated over the thoughts of seeing you in your bra, your panty, seeing you topless, or naked," he said.

Suddenly, in the way she's masturbated herself and has had so many orgasms while imagining having sex with her son, she imagined her son cumming while thinking of her in her bra, her panty, topless, and/or naked. That one confession made her want to strip off her bathrobe and run to him naked.

"Now you don't have to imagine me naked. You can see me naked all the time and any time you'd like to see me naked."

In the way that he was leering at her, she knew that he could see her naked any time he wanted to see her naked.

"Yes now I can," he said.

Wanting to entice him to get more sexual information from him, she continued teasing him.

"I'm a little surprised that you've masturbated over me? I knew you masturbated. I could hear you in your room sometimes. Only, I never thought you'd be masturbating over me," she said acting like the sexually and incestuously innocent mother than she wasn't. "I always figured you'd be masturbating over some young woman your age or over a Hollywood celebrity."

Turning away from him to hide her face from him, she was more than flattered that he masturbated over the thoughts of her naked body in the way she masturbated herself over his naked body. It was sexually exciting for her to know that her son no doubt masturbated over her while thinking of having sex with her in the way she masturbated over him while thinking of having sex with him. Now totally sexually aroused, she was more than sexually excited. She wanted him now in the way she never wanted him.

Only, she couldn't have him. He was dead. Yet, having already hugged him, if she could hug him and he could hug her, as sick as it sounded, maybe she could have sex with her son's spirit too. He's already confessed that, even though he's dead, he still masturbates over the thoughts of her.

"No woman holds a candle to you, Christine. I've masturbated over the sexual thoughts of you many times," he confessed.

She looked at him without speaking as if pondering the appropriateness of what she was about to say next.

"I'm just curious," she said pausing while wanting to continue the conversation.

With it having been a year since she's had such sexually incestuous and inappropriate thoughts about her son, it was then that she imagined having sex with her son again now in the way she imagined having sex with him so very many times before.

"Tell me. What are you curious about Christine?"

If only he knew what she was really curious about, wouldn't he be shocked. No doubt, he'd think of her as a drunken, incestuous whore instead of thinking of her as his kind, loving mother. Yet, if he didn't think of her as an incestuous whore when she was sucking him in the front seat of her car, then he'd never think of her as an incestuous whore. Instead, he'd always think of her as his MILF of a mother, a mother he'd like to fuck. Yet with him dead, maybe he already knows all of her thoughts.

"Did you ever masturbate while thinking of having sex with me?"

Whether using her finger, her vibrator, her dildo, and/or her water massager, she recalled all the times she masturbated herself while thinking of having sex with her son. If only he knew how much she wanted him, she wondered what he'd say. If only he knew how many times she masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with him, surely, he'd think her sexually deranged.

"Oh, my God. Yes," he said. "Lots of times. Actually, every time I masturbated, after I'd think about your naked body, I'd think about us having incestuous sex."

Realizing that either she was dreaming or having a conversation with herself, if only he were still alive, she'd strip off her bathrobe and allow him to take here right now and right here on the living room carpet. She so wanted to touch herself. She so wanted to masturbate herself right in front of her son. Only she wasn't dreaming. He was right there in front of her. Just as she touched and hugged him, he touched and hugged her.

"And what did you imagine you'd do while having sex with my naked body?"

Just as she knew what she'd do to his naked body, she had a good idea of what he'd do to her naked body but she just wanted to hear him say it. She just wanted him to say all of the dirty, nasty words that she's been longing to hear her son say. She needed him to tell her what he'd do to her, if he could physically have sex with her, so that she could masturbate over the thoughts of him doing everything he said he would.

"Everything," he said.

Everything? She quivered with the thought of him doing everything to her but that's a cop out. Everything is not specific enough. She needed him to define everything. She needed to know exactly what he'd do when doing everything to her. She needed him to say all that he'd do to her naked body. She needed more details so that when she awakened from this dream, she could masturbate herself.

"Everything?"

She wanted him to confess all of the dirty details. In the way that she was willing to confess all of her sexual thoughts to him, she needed him to confess all of his sexual thoughts to her. Her idea of everything, she imagined him kissing her, feeling her, licking her, and fucking her. Then, after he did everything to her, she'd do everything to him. She'd kiss him, feel him, suck him, and fuck him.

"Yes, everything," he said.

Even though he was dead, she suspected that he was still shy in telling her all that he thought about doing to her while masturbating himself. Maybe he thought that she'd think him twistedly perverted for wanting to have sex with his mother but she wouldn't, especially now that he's dead. If anyone was twistedly perverted, she was the sexually deranged one for giving him a naked show of her body by not closing her bedroom door when she was dressing. She was the sexually wicked one for giving her son a drunken blowjob in her car while he was driving. 

She still couldn't believe she did that, sucked his cock while he was driving? Why did she do that? If only she had waited until they arrived home to act out her sexual lust for her son, he'd be alive today. Now talking to him in a dreamlike state was all she had.

"Can you elaborate more on everything?" She laughed. "Did you kiss me?"

She swooned at the imagined thought of her son kissing her now. She'd love nothing more than to feel her son's tongue probing her mouth. If only he was still alive, she'd allow him to do everything and anything he wanted to her naked body. Gladly and willingly, she'd even give him anal sex, if that's what he so desired. The imagined thought of him pounding her ass while holding on to her big tits made me wild with sexual desire for him.

"Did I kiss you?" He looked at her as if she was nuts. "Constantly? I never stopped kissing you in my sexual fantasies while masturbating myself."

She so wanted to walk to him and stick her tongue in his mouth. Only, no matter if he was dead or alive and no matter if she was awake, insane, or dreaming, it was one thing to think it but quite another thing to actually do it. For her to blow her son, she was drunk, so drunk that she couldn't drive. Yet, if this is a dream and he's still dead, then she's free to do anything and everything that comes to her mind while sleeping, even to ask him detailed questions of what he thought about when masturbating himself.

"Did you French kiss me?"

She imagined him parting her lips and sticking his tongue in her mouth while feeling her ass. If only he'd French kiss her now, she'd return his kiss. She'd love nothing more than to make out with her dead son on Christmas day. Only, she wondered if her dead son could kiss her in the way that he hugged her. When hugging her, he certainly felt alive enough to her then. Maybe this wasn't a dream. Maybe he was haunting her. Maybe this wasn't even her son but some ghost made to look like her son. Maybe she's totally lost her mind.

"Of course," he said.

She imagined him touching her and feeling her while kissing her.

"When you were French kissing me, were you touching me too, I mean sexually?"

She imagined him feeling her breasts and her ass through her clothes while French kissing her.

"I couldn't keep my hands off of you, Christine," he said.

She quivered with the thought of her son French kissing her while feeling her ass and her breasts through her clothes. Giving him free access to her big breasts, she imagined her one arm wrapped around his neck and her other arm wrapped around his back while she kissed and kissed him as he touched and felt her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother.

"Did you imagine me kissing you while touching you too?"

She imagined reaching down and behind him to squeeze his beautiful ass while French kissing him. She swooned at the thought of being in his arms as if she was his lover instead of his mother. She imagined him reaching around her to lift her short skirt and to feel and squeeze her ass through her panty while feeling and fondling her breasts through her blouse and bra with his other hand.

"Of course," he said. "In the way that I always imagined feeling and groping your round, firm ass and your breasts through your clothes while kissing you, I imagined you feeling and groping my ass while kissing me too."

What she never should have done in the car while he was driving, she imagined feeling his cock through his pants while kissing him now. If only they had stopped by the side of the road, he'd be alive today. If only she had controlled her incestuous, sexual urges until she got home, he wouldn't have died that night. With guilt and remorse plaguing her for a year, it was comforting to know that he not only forgives her but also accepts the responsibility that the accident was as much his fault as it was her fault too.

"In the way that you touched and felt me," she said pausing. "Did you imagine me feeling your cock through your pants while I kissed you?"

She looked at him while imagining feeling his emerging erection through his pants now in the way she did that fateful night. He was so big. He was so hard. He was so sexually excited, as sexually excited as she was sexually excited.

"Yes, all the time," he said. 

She'd do anything to not only see her son's cock now but also to stroke her son's prick. Wishing she could feel her son's prick in her mouth again, she'd do anything if only she could finish blowing him, especially if that would make him happy. Even though he admitted that it was his fault too, she still felt so guilty for causing the accident that resulted in his death.

"Oh, my," she said. She paused while thinking about what to ask him next. "Being that you masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with me, did you imagine me masturbating you too? Did you imagine what it would feel like to have my hand around your erect penis while I stroked you?"

He looked at her and smiled.

"Many, many times Christine, I imagined you stroking me while I masturbated myself."

She turned red with what she was about to ask her son next.

"You don't have to answer my question if it's as embarrassing to you as it is to me but did you imagine me sucking you?"

With her not drunk now in the way that she was drunk that night, her questions embarrassed her in the way that she imagined her questions embarrassed her son. Yet, as if she was wanting to suck him now, she stroked her hair back before touching her lips with her fingers. Only, with him dead, what could she possibly ask him that would embarrass him.

"You're getting me sexually aroused Christine but yes, I imagined you blowing me," he said.

She tightened her bathrobe ties and haughtily threw back her head while tossing back her dark brown hair. With her brown eyes flashing her sexual arousal, she asked her son her next question. 

"And did you cum?"

She imagined sucking her son while stroking her son. She imagined her son cumming in her mouth and her swallowing all that her son had to give. Then, she imagined sucking him dry while stroking him before licking him clean.

"I did," he said.

As if she was Lily Tomlin when she played the telephone operator on Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In, instead of his mother, she tucked her index finger inside of her bathrobe and inside of her cleavage. As if her cleavage was her pussy slit and she was about to masturbate herself, she looked at him with incestuous lust.

"It's not a question that a mother should ask her son but did you to cum in my mouth?"

She imagined sucking her son until he ejaculated in her mouth.

"I did," he said. "I ejaculated my cum in your mouth."

As if she could feel her son's cock in her mouth and as if she could taste her son's cum, she wished she could blow her son now. If only this wasn't a dream and if only her son was still alive, she'd go to his room naked and give her 22-year-old son the best sex he's ever had in his short life.

"Oh, God," she said fanning herself with her hand. "And in your sexual fantasy, I'm curious to know," she said.

Definitely, without a doubt, if her son ejaculated in her mouth, she'd swallow.

"What are you curious to know Christine?"

As if it was happening now, she couldn't help herself from imagining not only stroking her son but also sucking her son while he ejaculated in her mouth and she swallowed.

"Did I swallow your cum?"

To make her fantasy come true, she wanted to blow her son now. She wanted her son to cum in her mouth and she wanted to swallow her son.

"You did. You swallowed every last drop of my cum before licking my cock clean while still sucking me and stroking me," he said.

She was dizzy with sexual delight with the thoughts of sucking her son.

"From your description, seemingly, I enjoyed blowing you, my own son," she said making more of a statement than asking him a question.

She was as disturbed that she'd have such incestuous thoughts for her son as she was sexually excited.

"Seemingly you did Christine," he said with a dirty laugh. "Not only in my sexual fantasy but that night, in real life, you loved sucking my cock."

Now that she was imagining blowing her son, she imagined making love to her son.

"What about sexual intercourse?"

She wondered if he imagined them making love in the way that she's always imagined them making love. If only he was really here now standing in front of her, she'd make love to him before fucking him, really fucking him hard.

"What about sexual intercourse?"

No doubt about it, if she could, she'd have sexual intercourse with her son.




Mother & Son in India



All this happened a year ago. My name is Malathi and I am 46 and my son 26 now. It never is supposed to happen but it just happened. To be frank, I am a sex-craving woman. I always wanted sex and more of it often. I am married to my husband for 26 years now and I can say we were hot on bed a lot of those years. My husband is still hot even to this day but for the past few years sex has become a scarce activity in our lives. This started to take toll on me as I was getting hornier but my dear hubby did not have time to take-care of my heat. So I started seeking men who would take care of my passion between my legs. All this continued till the day my son came home. 

My son Arun left for US to work on Computers after he graduated here and he is coming back for good after his two H1 terms. I was seeing him after 3 years so I was very excited. I picked him up at the airport on a Friday. When I saw him for the first time coming out of the airport I could not wait any longer and hugged him tight with a lot of affection. Arun also hugged me close to him but the thing happened after few seconds startled me. When Arun hugged me he caressed my back which is pretty normal but slowly pushed his right hand around my back and underneath the armpit and squeezed the side of my breast. I was startled a bit and thought probably it's just an un-anticipated gesture, as Arun didn't show any facial expression. I released my self and we walked towards our car. 

Throughout our journey Arun kept talking about all his stuff sitting beside me in the car seeming as innocent as my beloved son. Our rest of the day went extremely well and I never had another gesture from Arun. 

His Papa came in the evening and we kept talking as I prepared the dinner. After the dinner Arun told us more about his stories and showed us all the gifts he bought for us. While opening the gifts Arun's dad went to the toilet and Arun suddenly gave me the packet he's been saving telling it for me. As I opened it I saw few pairs of very expensive Lingerie. I asked him who is it for expecting to get a name but instead he said they are for me. I was flattered but disgusted at the same time, as we mothers in India never expect to get their underwear from their sons. After his papa came I showed them to him and everytime he asked who are they for he never replied. That was my second indication that something is going on in Arun's mind. 

We went to bed about 11pm that night and we arranged Arun's bed in his room as usual. But Arun insisted that he would sleep with us. First Arun slept by his Papa's side but it didn't take long before his papa told him to sleep by my side as he is finding it hard to move around. Since I am smaller than both are they were ready to use me as meat in the sandwich. I first hesitated a bit but had to give in. So Arun slept to my right and his papa to my left. 

As I am nervous I turned towards my hubby and slept close to him. It was all well until Arun's papa started snoring. Arun turned towards me and after a while I felt his hand come on to me and a while after that he tilted towards and rested his whole body on my back. I was a bit nervous anticipating what he's gonna do as I felt his whole body liningup along my back...his chest against my back.... His stomach along my lower back and his legs along mine. The whole thing became erotic when he moved up his crotch against my ass and did a few strokes of simulated fuck against my ass rubbing his erection against my ass cheeks. 

I got startled and immediately moved back to lie on my back as Arun also moved along with me. The movement woke up my husband as he stopped snoring and adjusted himself to get back to sleep. Arun though never moved until he heard the snore of his dad. By now I figured out Arun is hitting on me, his own mother. But the incident did not madden me. It has been two weeks I ever had sex and besides I would have enjoyed somebody like him fucking me while my husband is sleeping by my side if he wasn't my own son. 

Now I am in a state of shock and also feeling erotic. These mixed feeling tipped completely into horny side as my beloved son put his hand on my crotch parting all the entanglements of my saree and started fingering me. After a while he stopped and moved his hand up to caress his dear old mother's breasts. By now I am very high on horny side and could not stop Arun. I probably started enjoying what my son is doing to me. 

Arun continued his activities until he suddenly stopped as I got to the point of my climax. He then immediately turned the otherway and then dozed off. It was very frustrating for me. I was furious but I could not do anything. I had to getup and go to the bathroom to relieve myself. 

The next morning Arun was a normal son again and never hinted me. On the other hand I felt a bit shy and avoided him touching me. Arun never touched me either. 

But in the night Arun is back by my side and onto my body as soon as his father hit the snore track. This time he went far to open my blouse and caress my naked breasts and he even lifted my saree and petticoat to caress my mound and my thighs. I thought he would finger-fuck me but he didn't and as usual he left me unfinished feeling very horny. 

The next morning he was back again playing a good son. But my feeling for him started changing as I started visualising him fucking me. The idea of my own son hitting on me took my feelings of perversity to a new height and made me anxious to what will happen next. The more I think about it the more I enjoyed it rather loathing it. 

Since I am sure that Arun will come onto me that night too, I changed into something comfortable wearing a nightgown so that he would have access to 'my parts' of 'his' interest. But my husband compelled me to change back to the saree saying 'sharm kar! tumhara bachaa tumhare paas so raha hai aur tum gown pehnogi?" 

'Little did he know?!?' 

Apart from this nightly event between me and my son we three had an excellent weekend. 

That night we went to bed early as Arun's papa has to get up early for work. So we had more time to play around. That night Arun opened every button on my blouse and also released the saree and petticoat. He didn't whisk the garment below my crotch but he didn't have to. He got access to my already dripping pussy through the side of my petty coat. As I was in the anticipating mode he entering his fingers into my vagina. The first action of my son fucking me. Not with his manhood but with his fingers. I felt I am married again. Married to my son! I couldn't feel anything but ecstatic as my son finger-fucked me to climax. After I climaxed I was anticipating that Arun would fuck me and was ready for it but instead he went back to sleep. 

I have to tell you that by now I am more a wanton for my son's manhood than feeling guilty. By now I also realised it could be Arun's sinister plan to get me to fuck him. But instead of feeling disgusted about it I felt great seeing what he had to go through to get his old mother to his bed. I felt lucky to be my own son's bed partner. I thought I passed the age of being an object of lust but little did I know my own son has hots for me. I started being more affectionate to him than hating him for his lust for me. 

I had a good sleep that night only to be woken up by my hubby getting ready for his work. I got up, set my saree and blouse thinking about lastnight's happenings as I looked at my son sleeping away as innocent. 

I got the breakfast ready for Arun's papa as he finished dressing and had his breakfast. Another 15 mins passed by and my hubby left for work. After I bid goodbye to him I went to the kitchen to cleanup the dishes and as walked in I was shocked. There's Arun standing just beside the door and completely naked. 

Before I could get out of my shock, Arun grabbed me and gave me a big kiss on the lips pinning me to the wall and before I could think of anything Arun's hands were all over my body. Then all of a sudden he caught hold of the loose end of my saree and pulled it forcefully. His force didn't give me a chance to catch my saree and on the other hand ended up loosing all the tight entangles as the saree fell around me leaving me with my blouse and petticoat. Suddenly a rape scene in the movies flashed before my eyes as villains pull off the girl's saree and she pleads to them 'chod do mujhe'. In my case the villain is my son raping his own mother and eventhough I am a bit scared I really didn't wanted to plead him to leave me. I guess most part of me wants to enjoy him raping me. Then he came near me and tore the hooks of my front-open blouse and opened my petticoat while kissing me. It's all happening and neither he nor me uttered a single word. 

After he got me naked he took me to our bedroom, threw me on the bed, pressed himself onto me, parted my legs and guided his Lund into my chooth. That’s when I took a gasp and some air. Gasp because he penetrated me for the first time and air because he came onto me like a hound in heat and I don't know when did I took my last breath. My heart is pounding like a racehorse.

But the outcome was what we both wanted…naked on bed and he is fucking me. As if it was a muhurtam Arun stopped after he entered me. We lay there on the bed unmoved with the ultimate union a mother and son could have. I could see Arun's face glowing with pride, the pride that comes with a conquest, the pride of conquering his mother's vagina.

After a while he slowly pulled out his dick out of me and thrust back into it. Then he started his act of fucking his own mother. He did not stay very long before he emptied his cum into me as I could feel his dick spurting his thick wad into me. Eventhough I have been fucked by many men apart from my husband I have never ever felt this good. Possibly because it is my own son who is bonking me. I felt like the cycle turned around me with my son who has taken birth inside my womb and came out of the same hole which after 25 yrs he is entering it. The same boy who sucked my breast to feed his hunger for food grew up to suck the same breast to feed his hunger for lust.

After he emptied his cum in me my son finally spoke saying "I love you mom!" I couldn't say anything but to answer him saying 'I love you too! Son!' After the incident I accepted my son as my lover. I stopped going to my kinky friends for sex. Why would I??

Arun stopped sleeping with us as his dad realised it hindered his privacy to fuck his wife. So Arun fucks me during the day when his dad is not around. It's very hard to get free time during the weekends and we utilise every possible free time.

The most favourable place for us is the bathroom when his dad is around. Our bathroom had an in-door to the toilet and Arun goes to the toilet while I go to the bathroom for a shower. By the time I get to the bathroom Arun is ready fuck his father's wife when his father's in the house.

Apart from all this perverse and cheating, my sex life has also been very fulfilling. Sometimes I even get away with four fucks a day with both men of the house getting two fucks each from the woman of the house. Some times I even got fucked by both men in a short duration.

Two months after my son made me his sex-partner he got a job with a computing firm here and had to go for training to Bangalore for a week. Since my husband is also going on a business trip, he told me to accompany my son to Bangalore. It was the time of my life. For me it was almost like my second honeymoon. We had sex like dogs in heat! He even penetrated me in my anus where his dad or anybody never entered. We were sexoholics and had lots a sex but little did we know we gonna have a hangover that would last forever!

A month after we went to Bangalore, I lost my period. I checked it up with my doctor and she told me that I am pregnant. I was startled a bit but was happy since I always had sex with both my husband and my son. The happiness did not last long as the date of 'conceive' fell during the week we were at Bangalore. I was dumb-folded. I did not know what to do?? So I bribed the Doctor to change to date of conceivement. After everything is settled, I came to this world.

It's all over now. After 25yrs I am pregnant again. But this time my own son has made me pregnant. I am going to be the mother of my own grandchild. I am my own daughter.

The news quickly spread across to my husband and son. Both were amazingly happy about knocking their wife and mother. Arun was also curious to know who's the father is? I teased him a bit showing the wrong certificate of conceivement and told him it could be any one. But finally I showed him the original certificate and I also told him about the bribery. Arun was very happy that he is the father. He said he always wanted to knock his mother up. Both showered their affection a lot. In the following three days I have been fucked more than 20 times with each averaging more than three times. Arun took leave for those three days and kept my pussy always wet. Once Arun finished his fuck sessions during the day his papa took care of my cunt during the night. It was a vigorous and tiresome time for me. Sometimes they did not even give some time for me to cleanup their semen in my pussy.

One day Arun fucked me the whole day and at about 6pm he relieved himself one final time before his dad arrived. After he finished fucking me he got up off me filling me up after his dad's car pull-in to the drive and ran back to his room. I was still gasping from the fuck when his dad walked in and before I could get up to go to the bathroom, his dad pulled back on the bed and fucked me. He must have been so excited that he may not have realised that he has been getting the seconds. My pussy is soaking wet with Arun's semen and my juices when my hubby started fucking me. So within few minutes time I have been filled by both my husband and my son. In those few minutes, a son fucked his mother, a husband fucked his wife, a secret lover fucked his secret wife and a father fucked his daughter-in-law.

10 months on I have given birth to a healthy baby girl whom Arun's papa still thinks the baby is his. Arun and I are proud of our daughter. She is two months now. Our lives are more than normal now. Arun's father is still a travel man. That gave Arun to take care of his child more. Not to say he is also taking care of his mother more too! He is also drinking my milk along with his daughter. Now he also fucks me while his daughter is watching too!



Mother & Son Lovers



After reading my story, "Cumming Home," Dan told me of his twenty-year love relationship with his mother. The following is a cooperative effort with Dan who lives the story every day. It is his experience written for him and your reading pleasure. The story is Dan's; I am only the agent to narrate his reality.

My name is Dan. My story is true. I think many believe fucking your mother can never happen, it is only a fantasy. Well I'm here to tell you it does happen!

I am a 40-year-old male. My mom is 65. We have been lovers for almost 20 years and are deeply in love with each other. She is still married to my dad but he has no idea we are fucking. Mom and I get together two or three times a week. She loves all kinds of sex. (I'll get into details later.) I have had sex with many different women but nothing, absolutely nothing compares to making it with Mom.

As long as I can remember, I have had a special feeling for Mom and thought she was so very beautiful. In my late teens, I realized Mom was unhappy with her and Dad's sex life. My bedroom was next to theirs. I could hear the bed creak for a few minutes, silence .. then they argued. It would go something like:

"Damn John, all you do is jump on top of me, cum quick, roll over and go to sleep.

You have no regard for what I want or need."

"Hell Mary, I'm not a sex machine. I don't like you sucking my dick and I think it's sick that you want me to eat your pussy."

"I need a man ...a man that respects me for who I am and shows their appreciation for my body."

This went on for years. It would go back and forth and then silence. I would lay bed masturbating to the fantasy of how I would give Mom the loving and hot sex she wanted and needed. As a twenty-year-old man, I wanted her to begin thinking of me as a sexual being that could make her happy.

I knew the transformation would not happen overnight. I developed a plan that during the next year, whenever Dad was not home, I stripped down to my jockeys and walked around the house. Sometimes Mom would ask:

"Why aren't you dressed?"

I knew she liked my muscular build and my package showed well in the jockeys. Looking straight into her eyes, I would respond with a smile:

"Because I know you like seeing me nearly naked!"

I continued strutting around the house showing my stuff. Eventually, when we were alone, Mom started walking around in short skirts, tight fitting tops, no bra or something very skimpy. 

Gradually building up, we began to flirt with each other, making comments about the other's great body. I would hug and kiss her, first on the cheek then on her lips. She did not resist. As you can imagine, the sexual tension between us became extreme. I never felt about or wanted anyone the way I desired Mom. I knew I was totally in love with her and I didn't care what anyone thought. I just had to make the right move at the right time.

The night it happened, as usual, Dad went to bed around 10PM. I felt this was going to be the right time but I was nervous. I went to my room and smoked a joint, which always makes me horny and self-assured. I put on my gym shorts, which were too small; giving no doubt that my cock would bulge out. I went to the family room where Mom was sitting in her nightgown and robe.

"Would you like me to mix you a drink, Mom?"

"Yes, sweetie... that would be nice." 

I went heavy on the booze in her drink. Moving to the couch, I patted the cushion and invited her to sit next to me. I felt her warm thigh on mine as we talked, flirted and finished our drinks. We both knew what was going to happen next.

I put my arm around her pulling her to me. We faced each other. She looked longingly into my eyes as I said:

"Mom you know I'm in love with you..... Don't you?"

She let out a little sob. She was wrapped in my arms and we kissed passionately. Words cannot describe the feeling the first time our tongues entered each other's mouth. It was as if an electric charge went through our bodies. It happened so fast. We were naked and on the rug, our tongues continuing to dart in and out, taking turns sucking the other's tongue.

"Danny, I have to confess I'm deeply in love with you too!... but..."

"Sh-h-h Mom let me take over."

Mom lay on her back, her beautiful body glistening in the light. I straddled her head, my cock hanging down just above her lips.

"Take me in your mouth Mom.... Suck my dick!" 

Her tongue danced on my rigid rod, circling my purple knob.. She wrapped her lovely lips around my big cock and sucked it like I had never experienced before.

"Oh baby... yeah suck your boy's big prick.... Sweetheart.... Darling.....MOM........ OH GOD I LOVE YOU!"

(To this day, it still excites me to call her, "Baby"... "Sweetheart".... "My Love".) Mom's cock sucking was getting me close to cumming but first I had to pleasure her. I kissed my way down her beautiful body. Taking a long time on her tantalizing 38C tits. I sucked and licked, as her nipples got harder and more erect. The same pink nipples I nursed on some twenty years earlier. Mom opened her legs as I continued on, my tongue tracing her body, licking every inch of her thighs and lovely long legs that I had jerked-off to for so many years.

I kneeled between her legs and began lapping her fur covered cunt. I spread her labial lips with my thumbs. These lips and precious pussy were my gateway to the world and now I was going to pay homage to them and the woman who bore me. Her inner flesh was bright pink, very wet and hot to the touch. My tongue explored every part of her inner vaginal walls. The taste and fragrance of her cunt was intoxicating. My mouth moved to her clit, the little red nub was hard and sensitive. I nibbled and sucked until she thrashed and moaned through one orgasm after another.

Mom squirts when she cums. It was like a little fountain constantly gushing in my mouth. I had to keep gulping down her hot pussy juices. I mounted her and thrust my thick eight incher into her with one stroke. It was like a knife going through hot butter. I was now moving up the canal from which I came and would soon fill with my love cum. My cock was home .... in Mom.... Where it belongs. Mom grabbed a throw pillow and shoved it in her mouth, muffling her screams.

Immediately, the hair trigger of her dam broke and she started to have one constant and unending orgasm. Mom's body twitched and shook. Her eyes rolled in her head and she was juicing so freely I thought she was peeing. 

Knowing I was FUCKING MY MOTHER, giving her so much pleasure and driving her delirious with joy was all I could take. It felt like the head of my cock blew off as I shot my wade inside her. Never ... Never had I experienced a climax that even came close to that first time of filling my mother's cunt with my hot spunk. I felt like I was pouring gallons of sperm into her overflowing womb. I hoped I was knocking her up. We lay in each other's arms, heart's beating fast. When we caught our breath, Mom said:

"Oh Danny.. That was wonderful. I'm stunned.... Never in my life did I know sex could be like this. You are only the second man I have ever been with. .....You know your father just gets on top of me cums and gets off. In 23 years of marriage, he never would eat my pussy like you did son..... I came harder, longer and more often tonight than I have my entire life."

There was no doubt that our relationship would continue. The sex was too good and we were too much in love to stop. The next day we developed a plan of days we could spend together, adjusting our work schedules to accommodate our sexual needs. We managed two full days a week as well as most every night after Dad went to bed.

We took incredible chances in the beginning. One Saturday afternoon I was in the kitchen looking out the window watching and waving to Dad mow the lawn while I was fucking the shit out of Mom bent over a chair. Our love making continued and I got Mom to be more adventurous. 

"Mom.... Your juicy little ass drives me nuts. I'd love to lick your butt crack and fuck your sweet asshole.... (She looked a bit shocked).. Let's take a shower together, get good and clean and try it.... Okay?"

With some hesitation, Mom nodded approval. After washing each other and slipping a soapy finger or two up each other's asshole, we got on the bed licking, sucking and eating each other's asses 69 style. I lubed Mom's anal aperture and took her virgin asshole for the first time.

"OH... Oh ....Danny.. Stop it hurts.....You're going to split me open with that big cock of yours"

"Sorry I'll take it slower and ease it in.... I think you will get to like it Mom."

I took it slow and tried to be as gentle as I could. It wasn't the length as much as the thickness. I put more lube in her little rosebud and lathered my shaft. Easing my cock in inch by inch, she took all eight. 

"Oh yes..... that's better son.... now that you're all the way up there... Hmmm I like the feel of you sliding up and down."

I reached around with one hand massaging her tits and pinching her hard nipples. My other hand fingered her clit, which intensified her orgasm while I filled her colon with my hot cum. Eating ass and butt fucking became part of our everyday lovemaking that day. 

Mom also got creative. After eating my ass, Mom nestles her nose in my butt-crack and licks my hanging balls. She loves to take one of my balls in her mouth, suck on it and then switch to the other while she finger-fucks my asshole. Mom has a very talented tongue, mouth and finger. 

About six months after we first fucked Mom told me she was pregnant. Before she could even think of what to tell Dad (as their sex life was nil) she miscarried. It was a disappointment but perhaps for the best. However, I was THE MAN because I had knocked-up my mother. 

As time went on, we became more verbal when we made love. It turned us both on to hear Mom say things like:

"Fuck your momma in the ass baby!" "Now be a good boy and Fuck your Mommy!" "Mom wants to suck her baby-big-boy's cock!" "Oh I love the way you suck mommy's tits!"

Or I would say: "Lick your bad boy's asshole Mom!" "Ride your son's big cock Mom!" "Suck my dick Mom... suck it good!" "Swallow my love cum Mom.... Drink it all down!"

The sensual auditory increased the excitement and passion of our lovemaking, adding to our sex getting better and better over the years. I guess that's what happens when two people are totally in love. Mom is still with Dad but they have no sex life. I consider Mom my wife and I am her man.



Mother & Son On A Lonely Sea Beach



My name is Rahul aged 24 years and I live in Mumbai along with my family. There lives my mother Sushma aged about 43 years and my father Ram Lal aged about 46 years. My father is a business man and is a workaholic. He is normally in bad health and normally resort to drinking in evening due to his work fatigue. I don't know anything about their sex life but think that it is not good as mother is not in happy mood normally and father never cares for her.

We both mother and son are not so attached to him and so we are normally close to each other. We both are like friends to each other than being mother and son. Mother also looks towards me in any need as she knows that father is never there in time of need.

My mother is working as a head mistress in a local school and she has done her B.E.D and since she gets financial benefits and also promotions for higher education, she is doing her M.E.D with a south Indian University through the post. She has finished the course and had to appear for final exam. The exam was in Goa. She has to go to Goa but as usual father was busy with his business and had no interest to visit a place like Goa even with mother. Mother could not go alone and was unhappy with father for his refusal to go, so she requested me to accompany her to Goa. I applied for three days leave as exams were for two days and one day we planned to spend as holiday.

We started by night bus and reached Goa by early morning and as I had already booked room in new woodlands hotel we checked in at 6.00. Mom was tired by the journey however she was totally in the mood for the exam, she had her bath freshened up and studied for the exam in the last minute. she went for the exam at 9 am and I spent roaming around. She came back from exam at 1.00 and was again busy with studies for next day. I didn't disturb and come late and slept. Next day she was again busy but said that she will be finishing her exam and will be free by 1:00 am. She came back after the exam and was in a happy mood as she had performed well. I asked her, "Mom shall we go to some beach city and stay for the night and go tomorrow back as it will be very pleasant in the evening". Mom said "OK" as she was in good mood. I checked out of the hotel immediately and booked a taxi and proceeded to a small beach side city. 

There I asked the taxi driver to take to a good hotel he took us to a seaside cottages which were very independent but a bit expensive. I convinced mom and got into one cottage. By that time it was already 6:00 in the evening and sun was about to set. As we all know that the sunset is a beautiful scene on sea and also a cold breeze was flowing. 

I wanted to go into the sea enjoying the waves so I changed into shorts and t shirt and carried one towel. I and my mom got out of the cottage and started walking on the beach. These was the off season days in Goa and there were very few tourists. Also our beach side city was almost empty these days. Ours was the last cottage and the beach was absolutely empty. 

We started walking along the beach. We were having a casual talk and my mother was in a very happy mood. She was enjoying the sea with her son. Perhaps she had started learning to enjoy her life without father on her side. We were very close to each other and were like two friends instead of mother and son. 

After some time the sun set and now it was getting dark. There was nobody on the beach except us two. The sky was cloudy and no moon was visible.

After walking for some distance I wanted to go into the sea and swim. So I removed my shorts and t-shirt. I was in the underwear only.

Mother was standing near me and watching my athletic body clad only in a small underwear. I gently asked her. "Mom I want to go into the sea and enjoy the waves why don't you also come?" 

"No I am afraid and I will get wet"

"What mom you have come all the way to a sea beach and don't want to enjoy the sea. What is this? You are not going to get many chances like this to visit sea beaches. Mother! Nothing will happen I will hold you don't worry and come to the sea and enjoy the life. See people from so faraway places come here and you are not coming in and want to stand outside. "

"No please, I fear the water and also I may get wet."

"Come on momma. Come and enjoy the life. See how romantic a place this is?", saying this I forced mom to the sea. 

She was unwilling but within her she was also interested and came. She lifted her saree and tucked it into her waist. Her legs were exposed up to knees I went into the sea. Mom was holding me by my waist with her arm around it. Unknowingly she was standing very close to me. We both were standing like two friends. I was enjoying the feelings unknowingly. 

The waves were coming and touching our legs and the water was slowly touching her saree's edge. She was also joyous of the water like a child and enjoying the feel of water on her legs. Slowly I was going step by step into the sea and as I was a good swimmer and very confident. But mother was not a swimmer and was fear to go deep in the sea.

She chanted, "Enough don't go further it is dangerous".

"Come on mommy I am there, you just hold me tight"

"My clothes will become wet"

"So what even if a bit of your clothes get wet? Nothing will happen there is nobody". 

Saying this I took her into sea almost up to the knees. 

Suddenly one big wave came and pushed us both she was out of balance and fell. As she was holding me so when she fell, I also fell along with her. She fell on me and both of us fell into the water fully and the wave receded. I was lying beneath her and her boobs were pressing on my chest. My hands circled automatically around her waist. I was enjoying the sensation of her body when she got up from me. 

Mom was fully drenched top to toe and her blouse and saree was struck to her body. I could see the shape of her boobs and the bra as the blouse was of thin material and also I could see her legs as her saree and petticoat were plastered to her body.

"What have I told you not to go so far in the water? See I am totally wet now. What to do now as even our cottage is far off".

Saying that she came out of water and lifted her saree and started squeezing it while trying to remove water but she was totally wet.

"Mom don't worry nobody is here you can dry your clothes here without any problem". I told her.

She misunderstood me and said, 

"Ok find some big stone so that I may change behind it and help me".

Saying that she moved behind a rock and removed her saree and squeezed it dry and asked me to hold it on other side and spread it on the beach. I was shocked as my mom was standing on the beach with only blouse and petticoat that too fully wet almost looking like a cinema heroine. 

To be very frank I did not much sexual thoughts about my mom earlier, but I was terribly aroused seeing her like that even though my conscience was prohibiting me as she was my own mother.

She saw me looking her in such revealing clothes but she did not admonished me for that and also did nothing to hide her semi nudity. She just crossed her hands on her chest to cover her upper portion. 

"Mom even though your saree will get dry your petticoat will be still wet why you don't take my towel and dry petticoat also".

Actually I was terribly afraid to say that but took a chance as by that time my mind was looking at her as a sexual object. She understood what I said and looked around and not finding anybody she took the towel from my bag and turning the other side wrapped towel and slowly pulled down her petticoat and kicked it away from her legs. In that process I saw a part of her buttocks. She turned around and squeezed the petticoat and put it down for drying. 

When she bent down to spread the petticoat, I was able to have a glimpse of her upper thighs as the towel rose upwards.

I was terribly aroused seeing mom in towel from waist and blouse, I got more daring and thought whatever happens I should not lose this chance and said,

"Mom you are an asthma patient why you don't remove your blouse also otherwise you will catch cold and it will be a great problem".

Mother was getting irritated with all this and in a hoarse tone said,

"It is all because of you and your wrong demands. See what will happen if somebody comes here. I am dying of shame". 

Saying that she saw around and slowly removed her blouse and puts it down near the petticoat. 

She had big armpits which was full of hair and her big boobs were forcibly held by her bra. My God! It was a fantastic sight. She was angry and irritated but perhaps she was also enjoying all this without her intention. 

She felt tired and sat down. From my view it was simply unbearable as my own mom, sitting in a bra and towel, hardly covering her thighs and beautiful exposed midriff. My underwear was straining with the pressure of my prick standing erect. Perhaps mom was also getting aroused with all this as she was sitting seminude on a beach and her own young son was standing near her.

I suddenly got a wild idea, and since I had anyhow decided to take maximum risk. 

I said, "Mom if you don't get angry I got a one desire"

"What is it?"

"Since there is nobody around, I want to bathe in the sea without any clothes. So many foreigners come to India and take bath in the sea totally nude. I also want to feel the same sensation. Now nobody is near to see me so let me do the same and enjoy like those foreigners."

Saying that and not waiting for her response, I put my fingers in my waistband and removed the underwear and wiggling my legs I took it off my feet, and revealing my hard and erect cock, I threw it near mother and went into the sea stark naked with a big giant erection.

"You are absolutely a shameless bugger just like your father. You are as shameless as him."

She was laughing on this bold act instead of getting angry. Perhaps she was also enjoying all this and she shamelessly watched my hard and throbbing cock, which was dangling up and down while me going to sea.

This gave a great encouragement to me and I felt relief that she was not angry.

I went into the sea and was enjoying each wave touching my naked body. Mom was sitting near the sea shore and could see my naked body from there. When I found that mother was also enjoying the show and seeing her like that I wanted to take a chance and I shouted, 

"Mom such opportunity never comes in life why don't you also come again, you can enjoy for some time and by that time the clothes will be dry and you can wear it. Have you never had any fantasy to bath in the sea in this type of position and atmosphere? Life is not got again and again and also this type of opportunities don't come many times in life. So don't hesitate and come on with me. " 

Probably by that time, mom was also slightly aroused as she was seeing me naked with the beautiful long hairy prick, dangling between my legs which by now has started getting a bit hard due to the situation that my own mother was there to see it. And my cock has started raising its head now.

I think mother also wanted to enjoy bathing in the sea and since there was nobody around and probably she thought she was safe with me. She got up and slowly walked towards me, she was wrapped in a towel and wearing only her bra and panty there. She was looking damn sexy in that outfit and her whitish skin was glowing in moonlight. 

"You please hold me otherwise I am afraid of water. I don't know swimming".

"Mom! Don't afraid and just hold me for a better balance. I am there with you." Saying this I held her from her shoulders and pulled her near to me.

There I was absolutely naked and my mom close to me. She held me by my waist for balance. She was in her towel and bra only. 

I was getting more daring with each minute as here I was standing stark naked and my mother was standing holding me by waist. And she was wearing only a towel on her bra and panty.

Suddenly a big wave came and both of us fell down into the water and mom's towel came off floating away. Mother gave a muffled but I started laughing on her squeal and hugged her tightly to stop her from falling in the water.

Mother tried to resist and come out of my hug. I had encircled my arms around her and was holding her tight pressing her body with me. Mother was feeling uncomfortable as I was totally nude and my cock was fully hard and erect by now.

I stopped mom from wiggling and said,

"Mother! Please don't wiggle. I am just holding you so that you may not fell down. Please stand still and enjoy the feel of big waves. I will not let you drown in the sea or fell down. You just enjoy the moment."

Saying this I tightened my embrace. Mother's boobs were about 90% naked in her small bra. Her big boobs were poking in my chest. Mother was also getting aroused with all this. She was not wiggling now and she also put her arms around my neck in the pretext of keeping balance.

Now the situation was getting more and more hot. My cock was getting hard as a steel rod now. It was poking in her waist as my mom war shorter than me in height but mom was standing as if she was oblivious to the hard cock knocking her, near her cunt. It made me bold and I thought of taking more risk and started dry fucking her on waist.

Mother was also moaning slightly. She was getting hot and her nipples were getting erect and I could feel them poking in my chest. 

Emboldened by her positive response, I pulled her to me with one hand and put other hand on her bra clad boob and tried to squeeze it softly. Mother tried to resist me by pushing my hand away but I squeezed her boob and said,

"Mom! Please let me remove your bra. Mom see, here so many foreigners come and enjoy bathing in nude. No one is nearby. I am also nude. You also remove your bra and panty and enjoy bathing the same way. You may not get a chance to bath nude in sea in near future. I think you must have fantasied about bathing nude in sea, sometime in past. "

Mother kept a bit silent and then shyly said,

"Rahul! I agree that I had some fantasies like this, but these were with your father. I never thought to be nude on a sea beach with my own son. Anyway your father never thought of my ways. This is my destiny."

I kept silent and slowly I put my hands on her back and opened her bra clips. Mother made a meek protest but there was not much resistance in that. Perhaps she was also getting horny and also wanted to enjoy the nude bath. I removed her bra and gave it in her hand. 

Her big boobs were now fully nude and she was clinging to me in shame. I put my fingers in her waistband and pulled her panty down. Mother bent down and removing her panty took it in her hand.

Now she was standing fully nude near me. Her naked body was shining in moon light. She was looking like a goddess of sex. She was though bit chubby but very sexy. She was bushy on her cunt and her big boobs were at least 38DD.

I took her in my tight embrace and started fondling her boobs. She was protesting lightly and said,

"Rahul! You are my son. Please don't do it. It is wrong to do this all. Somebody may come and it may become a scandal."

I kept my hand on her boobs and fondling and caressing them said in a lovely tone,

"Mom! Don't be so conservative. See how beautiful the scene is? I am sure that you have never enjoyed this with father and also not going to get a chance with him in future. Forget that I am your son and enjoy the moment. Take me as a young man and not as your son. We both have always been friendly with each other. Take me as your boyfriend. Enjoy the moment. I know that you also enjoy the feel of my naked body touching your own body. See I am also getting hot with your body though you are my own mother." 

Saying this I took her hand and put it on my erect cock. As soon as her hand touched my hard cock, she tried to pull it back but I was already ready and putting my own hand on her hand, wrapped her fingers around my steel hard cock.

Mother gave some sounds of protest but there was not much resistance in that. I kept fondling her big boobs and lovingly said,

"Mother! Have you ever fantasized about standing naked in sea and holding a hot and erect cock in your hand? If you are living your fantasy and enjoying the feel of my cock in your hand, please don't remove your hand. Otherwise I will not pressurize you." 

Mother kept silent and didn't protest much and kept her fingers on my cock. She was standing hugging me. Fondling her boob, I put my second hand on her cunt and squeezed it in my fist. As it did it, she gave a squeal and pushed her cunt in my hand to give me better access to cup her cunt.

I took her swollen cunt in my palm and squeezed it in my fist. She was getting hot and was pushing her pelvic in my hand so that I may have better access to her cunt.

I got courage from her cooperation and put my mouth on her lips and taking her lips in my mouth I started kissing her.

As I started kissing her, she tried to speak something. As she opened her mouth, I pushed my tongue in her and started a passionate French kiss. 

Within one minute her protest evaporated and she started sucking my tongue in her mouth.

I thought to go further and inserted one finger in her cunt. She was so wet there. My finger went straight inside till end and I started finger fucking her. Now with one hand I was finger fucking her and with other hand I was fondling her boobs. Also I was kissing her on lips.

As I started finger fucking her, her fist tightened around my cock and she started moving her hand on the length on my cock.

We both were standing naked in knee high water and doing all these sex acts. We both were panting heavily and getting horny. We were not like mother and son, but as dog and a bitch in heat.

I inserted another finger in her cunt and was moving it in and out with great speed. Mother was moaning loudly and moving her hand fast as if giving me a hand job.

I put my mouth near to her ear and said,

"Mom! Please part your legs apart. I want to fuck you. Let me put my cock in you and enjoy the fucking in sea. Please guide my cock to your cunt."

Mother stopped moving her hand and said,

"Oh Rahul! I am sorry. We are mother and son. We can't do it. Don't ask me such demands. You can't fuck your own mother. Somebody may come here. Just imagine what will happen then."

I again took her hand and put on my cock. She again started moving her hand on it. Then inserting again my fingers in her cunt I said.

"Mother! Please don't say like this. My cock is so hard for you. It is aching with hardness and needs a release. Please let me discharge myself in the sea. This is my fantasy to enjoy sex in open. Please don't let this chance go."

Mother didn't stopped me from finger fucking or fondling boobs and caressing my cock said,

"Rahul! I can understand your position. You are young and need a release. Let me masturbate you and get you a release."

Saying this she started masturbating me fast and I also started finger fucking her in the same speed. Mother was cooperating properly now and was moaning loudly. Her cunt was running like a water pipe and she was oozing so much cunt juices that she wet my hand completely. 

After about one minute. I thought of another try on my mother and said,

"Mom! See this is not working. My cock is getting painfully hard. Please let me fuck you."

Mother said, "Rahul! If masturbation is not working then I may suck you for a release." I was stunned with this unexpected offer from her. How could I refuse such a generous offer to suck my cock from my own mother? So I opened my mouth to hurriedly accept her offer.

But perhaps mother was more eager to suck my cock than me to let her do it, so even before my answer, mother sat near my legs and holding my erect cock in her hand, gulped it fully and started sucking it like a professional cock sucker.




Mother & Son On A Lonely Sea Beach



I was in cloud nine. Now my hands were free as she was sitting near my legs so I could neither fondle her breasts nor I could finger her cunt. So I kept my hands on her back of her head and pushing her head tried to push the maximum of my cock in her mouth.

Mother opened her mouth wide to accommodate my pulsating hard and big cock and she was sucking my by taking the maximum of my cock in her mouth.

I was enjoying it like anything. But this was my first time with mother and I wanted to fuck her rather than letting her suck me off. As I was not sure if she will ever allow me to fuck her in future. So I wanted to fuck her today to get the maximum out of the chance I was getting today.

So I thought that it was today or never. Also I was nearing my orgasm so I decided to take another try and pulled my cock out of her mouth and putting my hands on her shoulders, make her stand up. And said,

"Mother! This is not enjoyable. You are sitting in water and if a big wave comes, you may feel down. It is better that you stand up and we do something."

Perhaps mother was also not enjoying sucking my cock as earlier when she was standing near me, I was fondling her boobs and finger fucking her cunt. Also I was hugging her so she was getting the feeling of skin to skin touch. But now she was sitting near my feet and sucking my cock, so I could not do anything. Her cunt and boobs were unattended now.

So mother also willingly got up and looking towards me as if pleading me to again take het cunt in my palm and fondle her boobs. 

But as she was a lady and also my mother so she could not directly ask me to cup her cunt or to finger fuck her.

So this time without asking her for permission. I hugged her tightly and putting my hands below her buttocks, I lifted her up in my lap. Mother also put her arms around my neck and hanging on it, she also circled her legs around my waist to make a balance of herself. (This was an indication that now her inhibitions were gone and she was ready to be fucked by her son.)

Now as she circled her legs, her cunt automatically widened open and as she was resting her buttocks on my hands and hanging from my neck in my lap, my erect and hard cock started touching her cunt.

Her cunt was open wide and my cock started rubbing inside the slit of her cunt. Her cunt was so wet and my tight cock was opening her, already eager to open, cunt lips and was rubbing inside the pink flesh of her cunt.

My prick was touching her cunt and I just could not be stopped than by any force on the earth. I held her face and kissed her strongly. I was in no position to stop.

"What are you doing? Please don't do it. Somebody may come. This is so wrong Rahul!"

But her protest seemed weak. 

"Mom! Stop me only if you don't want to enjoy the moment. If you have your fantasies like this. Please let me do it. I have been having a fantasy to fuck you since so many years. Now this is the chance, when we can do it and nobody will ever come to know. But you are my mother and I am not going to do anything without your permission. If you don't want me to push myself in, please tell me and I will stop."

And saying that I lifted her on both hands and kept my cock rubbing on her cunt. Mother kept silent but was trying to push her cunt on my cock to let it move in. I got the message that she was ready. I knew she was my mother and being an Indian lady could never ask her son to fuck her.

Mother was looking in my eyes with a pleading look. Her whole body was begging me to ram my cock in her cunt and fuck her mercilessly.

I pulled her buttocks to my side and pushed my cock on her hole. Her cunt lips willingly opened wide and my cockhead easily moved in her tight cunt.

Mother gave a delightful squeal and with a whimper pushed her body on my cock. I also gave a big jerk and my hot and tight cock went all the way in her cunt till my balls were tightly fixed to her cunt as if 2 guards were standing outside a gate to guard it.

Her cunt was so hot inside. It seemed that my cock was in a hot furnace and burning. Mother was moaning so loudly and rubbing her pelvic on my cock,

I pulled my cock back and jabbed it in again with a great force.

Mother was also moving her cunt on my cock. She was hanging from my neck and I was keeping her weight on my hands by putting them under her buttocks and giving big jerks.

I was fucking my mother with all my might. Perhaps this was my greatest fantasy to fuck her so I was so hot and happy. Same way mother was also living her own fantasy. Also perhaps she was no being fucked properly by father so she was enjoying a fuck after a long break.

I kept fucking her and she kept hanging on my neck. But as she was heavy and also the position was such that it was not possible to fuck her fast. Also my hands were tired holding her big weight on them so I asked her,

"Mother! My hands are tired with weight and also the movement can't be fast in this way. Let me take you to sea beach and I will fuck you properly there."

Mother was also willing but she was not willing to let me take my cock out, so she replied,

"Rahul! You are right. I cannot hang like this long. But please don't take your cock out of me. Can you carry me in this very pose to sand?"

I was a young man, so I kept my hard cock jabbed in her cunt and walked toward the sand. My hard cock was moving in and out of my mother's cunt with the momentum of my walking movement. As I was walking with automatic fucking motion, mother was moaning loudly and lovingly clinged to my neck. On reaching the sand, I lovingly lowered myself while keeping my cock in her cunt and made my mother lye on the sand beach.

Mother widened her legs apart and folded them towards her shoulders. This gave me more space to fuck her deeply and I put her feet on each of my shoulders and started fucking her with the full length of my cock.

We both were enjoying the moment and mother was looking in my eyes. I also looked in her face and keeping my eyes met with her, I kept fucking her. Slowly my movements gathered speed and now my cock was fucking her with high speed.

Now my cock was moving in and out of her cunt like a railway piston. Mother was moaning loudly and encouraging me to fuck her harder. Her cunt had clutched my cock like a vice and her cunt was hot inside like a furnace. When I was withdrawing my cock out, her cunt muscles used to tighten around my cock as if they didn't want to let my cock move out. And when I was pushing my cock in again, then her cunt was easily letting my cock go in till hilt.

We both were panting and mother was cooperating heartily to fuck her. She was thumping her buttocks up and trying to fuck my cock. Each of my inward thrust was met with more harder upward thrust of my mother letting my cock go fully inside her cunt.

We both were fucking as if two WWF wrestlers were wresting on the sand beach.

Now we both were wet with sweat. Our bodies were glistening in the moonlight. 

My orgasm was approaching fast. It seemed that I will not be able to withstand the fuck much longer. So I hugged my mother in tight embrace and whispered, 

"Mom! I am nearing up. May I shoot in your cunt or you are unprotected?"

Mother replied,

"Rahul! When you were born, my tubes had to be tied due to some medical problems and now I can't become pregnant again. There is no risk, you just keep going with the full speed and hard strokes. You may shoot in me. There is no risk involved. Rather I will love you to cum in me. Please don't talk and concentrate on your strokes."

I was happy as it would have been the most difficult task to withdraw my cock out at the time of cumming. 

After 10-12 more strokes I felt as if some volcano is going to erupt inside me. My breathing was getting more fast. Mother also sensed the coming event. Her own orgasm was about to blast. My buttocks automatically clenched and my cock tightened itself. It started pulsating and throbbing in her cunt. Mother new that it is time.

With a big moan, I jabbed my throbbing cock till its hilt in her cunt and first glob of my thick semen shoot like a piston from my cock and hit her womb. As soon as mother felt my semen hitting her womb, she also gave a shriek and she raised her buttock up in the air to let my cock go till its balls inside her cunt.

My first shoot was met with another and then another shoot of my cum. After 2-3 shots I lost my breath and fell on mothers naked breasts like a dead dog and my cock kept twitching and shooting in her cunt. I lost the counts but these must be about 15-20 shots till the cock totally drained up.

Mother also hit her biggest orgasm and her cunt muscles also kept pulsating and clinging to my shooting cock. Her cunt was flooding her own cum and her cunt muscles kept milking my cock as if a cow is milked till even the last drop of cum was milked by her cunt.

After the storm of our mutual orgasm subsided, we both kept lying on the beach in each other's arms. 

After some time, I raised my head from her boobs and lovingly looked in her eyes. Surprisingly neither of us was feeling any shame for the biggest crime of Indian society to fuck own mother / son and rather we were feeling blessed to be lovers than being mother son.

I kissed my mother lovingly and said,

"Mom! Thank you so much to let me love you in this way. Perhaps this was my hidden fantasy to make love to you in this way. This was pure heaven on earth. I had never even thought that sex can be so enjoyable. I had fucked many girls but you are really the best. None of my girlfriends could give me so much pleasure. Now I love you more than anytime in past. Now I love you as a son and also as a "Man". I hope this fucking session was enjoyable to you also."

Saying this I hugged my mother and my hand started caressing her back.

Mother also hugged me lovingly and said,

"Rahul! Thank you so much to make me so happy today. I have never been so happy in my life with your father. As your father has no time for me, so perhaps there was a hidden fantasy in me to make physical love to my own son. You have fucked me so vigorously that I had not enjoyed sex so much in life. Many a times I had thought of coming to sea beach with your father but today you filled my desires."

Saying this she hugged me tight. Now my hand was moving on her buttocks and suddenly my fingers came in contact with her anal opening. I slowly pushed my finger inside and my index finger went in my mother's ass hole till its first chuckle. 

Mother moaned loudly but did nothing to dislodge my cock from her ass. Perhaps she also liked it. She took my limp cock in her hand and started caressing it with love. I inserted my finger fully in her ass and now I was fucking her ass hole with it.

Again my cock started getting hard and in added another finger to her ass. Mother kept moaning and kept moving her hand on my cock as if giving me a hand job.

Now I wanted to fuck her in ass. I lovingly asked her,

"Mom! How many times father has fucked you in ass. Do you have some fantasy to be fucked in ass on a sea beach?"

Mother smiled lovingly and tightening her fist on my cock said,

"Rahul! What fantasy? I am totally virgin in my ass. Your father have never fucked me behind there. Now he is never hard enough even to push it in my ass."

I pushed both my fingers in her ass and asked,

"Mom! Do you want me to fuck you in ass? Mother let me fuck you with my throbbing cock in ass and take your anal virginity. Once father had fucked you and taken your cunt cherry and today your son will take your ass cherry on the lonely sea beach. It is going to be another first in our relation."

Mother wanted to do it but was fearing as it was to be her first time in anal sex. So she fearfully said,

"Rahul! You are right but you are so big and so thick in girth there. If you fuck me in ass, you are going to tear my ass apart. Also here we don't have any lubrication, so I fear that it is going to be painful if you fuck me in ass."

I assuring replied,

"Mother! Don't fear. I will be gentle with you. You are my own loving mother so how can I even think of giving you pain? I will stop if you feel pain or don't want me to fuck you with full length of my cock. For lubrication I will use my saliva."

Saying this I pushed her and made her stand in doggy style. Perhaps mother was eager to be fucked in her ass for the first time as she cooperated me and now standing as a bitch with legs apart.

Now my cock was steel hard as I was going to take my mother's anal virginity. I took my pulsating and throbbing cock in hand and rubbed in in cunt slit. Her cunt was so wet and oozing her cunt juices. My cock was drenched in her cunt juices. I took some saliva from my mouth and gently rubbed on her ass hole. Then I inserted 2 fingers in her ass and lubricated it thoroughly.

I asked mother to part her ass cheeks and she eagerly did it. Now she was holding her ass cheeks apart, and her anal hole was gently opening and closing with the anticipation of an invading cock.

I put the hot mushroom head of cock on her anal opening and gave a gentle push.

Her ass hole was tight and her muscles clenched and didn't allow my cock to move in. I took my one hand down on her cunt and pushing a finger in her cunt and fucking her with it said,

"Mother! Keep calm. Let the anal muscle relax and let the cock go in. I am your own son and you should have faith in me. I will be so gentle and will not let you have pain."

Mother was also moaning now and enjoying the moving finger in her cunt. She relaxed a bit. As soon as I found her relaxing, I gave a powerful jerk and parting her ass hole, my cock went almost half the way in her ass.

Mother gave a big shriek and tried to move forward due to pain. Her beautiful eyes welled with tears and she cried in pain. I put my hand on her mouth and said,

"Mother! I am sorry. But now my cock in her your ass. Just relax. It is over. I am going to move it further in without your permission. Please don't cry or shriek as somebody may hear and come here to inquire."

Mother immediately went silent and kept standing as before. But she signaled me to stop my inward thrusts. I nodded and kept still.

Her ass hole was so tight that my cock was feeling like tightened in a vice. It seemed that her ass muscles have clenched my cock in a tight fist. Her ass was so hot inside that it felt like a furnace. My cock was throbbing inside.

Mother could feel the throbbing of cock in her ass. But as this was her first time so she was not used to be fucked in ass and she was feeling pain.

As mother found that I was not going to move further in without her permission and also I am not going to fuck her in ass against her wish, she relaxed and her ass muscles also relaxed.

I kept finger fucking her in cunt and with another hand I started fondling her big boobs, which were handing like melons as she was standing in doggy pose.

After some time her pain finished and now she was also moaning. She nodded her head and signaled me to move ahead.

I lovingly kissed her on shoulder and gave a gentle thrust. Now it was not so uneasy for her. Within 2-3 more heavy thrusts, my cock was fully in her ass now.

My public bone touched her big buttocks and my balls were tightly fit on her cunt now.

When I found mother to be easy and enjoying, I withdrew my cock and pushed it again. Within 4-5 such gentle thrusts, my mother was moaning loudly. Here she was standing like a bitch with legs wide apart and my 2 fingers were moving in her cunt with great speed and with other hand I was fondling her hanging boobs. 

My cock was moving with great speed now. I used to withdraw it till only the cock head was in and then with a great push I was sending it in fully.

Mother was whimpering and enjoying the double fuck in cunt and ass. This ass fuck went on for 10 minutes. 

Now I was nearing my first orgasm in my mother's ass. I told her about it and she asked me to cum in her ass, as there was no risk of pregnancy in ass.

As I felt my cock swelling with cum, I gave a loud moan and pushed another finger in her cunt, widening it with now 3 fingers and my cock started spewing its honey in my loving mother's ass.

As mother felt my cock releasing its honey in her ass hole, she also felt her big orgasm and her ass muscles twitched and she came with a big moan. Her cunt started flooding her cum. It drenched my hand and passing it her cunt juices started falling on her thighs.

I kept releasing my cock juices in her ass and it filled it up. As my cock was fit in her ass hole like a cork fit in a bottle, so my semen could not come out from her ass hole and kept in ass.

I was fully drained out and lied on her back.

Mother was also drained out and also as this was her first time in anal fuck, so she was also feeling pain in her ass. So she kept standing in doggy pose and I kept lying as a dead dog on her back.

After some time, my cock went soft and it came out of her ass with a plop sound. As my cock came out, all the stocked up semen also started draining out from her ass and passing through her cunt slit, it kept dripping down on the sand.

Mother also got back her composure and I rolled over from her back and we both were lying face to face on sand.

Mother was looking in my eyes and her face was full of love for me. She kissed me on my lips and said in a loving voice,

"Rahul! My son! This was perhaps the best evening of my life. Certainly I had many fantasies in my mind and also I was looking forward to some physical enjoyment in my life, as your father is a workaholic and he is not interested in anything but money. So he is not sexually active with me. I am not so old yet and was yearning for a hard fuck. Today you have not only fucked me hardest in my life but also taken my anal virginity. You are my son and also like my second husband in ass. I hope I will not have to crave for sex in my coming life."

I also lovingly hugged her and said,

"Mother! Don't be apprehensive. Now onward you won't have to wait for a fuck. I will keep fucking you daily. Father is normally out and we both can enjoy our life. You just tell me and I will always be there to fuck you in cunt and ass both."

Mother took my soft cock in her hand and caressing it lovingly said,

"Thank you so much son. Hotel ke kamre mein chalein? Abhi theek se nahin hua hai. (May be move to our hotel room now? We had not done it properly yet.)."

I smiling nodded my head and knew that now onward there are only roses and roses in our life...(The end).



Mother and Son on a Trip Alone



I had fantasized about having sex with my Mother since I had first entered puberty. She divorced my father when I was 9 and we had lived in several apartments when I was young. She liked to party and frequently brought men home to fuck. I would often here her moaning and screaming while they plowed her pussy.

She was only about 5 ft 2 in tall with long black hair and big round tits. She often walked around in just a t-shirt and panties. Her nipples would poke through the shirt and sometimes I could even see her hair peeking out from her panties. This gave me quite a few fantasies for my frequent jack-off sessions. Once when I was 15 I peeked into her room. She had just gotten out of the shower and was bending over stark naked! Her hairy pussy was right there smiling at me! I wanted to stare at it longer, or better yet, walk in and touch it. But instead I ran to the bathroom and jacked-off furiously.

Then when I was 41, we went to see my brother who was in the hospital back home. It was just me and my mom, my sister and step-dad had stayed home. Mom was a wreck. She was very concerned about my brother (as was I) and very shook up. We had rented a single room with 2 beds at the hotel. After seeing him in intensive care, she was even worse. I stopped to get some liquor and she decided that she would have some wine coolers.

My mom hadn't drunk much for a long time, so the drinks affected her quickly. We started talking about my latest marriage that had failed. I had been divorced for a few months and was still very distraught. After her first drink she changed into her t-shirt in the bathroom and came out and sat on her bed. I had changed into a pair of shorts, but left the underwear off! When I came back into the room, I sat down on the floor and we continued our talk. We had always been very open about sex, and the talk headed that way. 

"So are you getting any?" She said

"Not lately" I muttered.

"I know what that's like!" she said, "Since your step-father had his heart attack sex has been non-existent!"

"Bummer!" I muttered.

She slammed down her drink and I fixed us another. She gulped half of it down right away. A few minutes later she was acting pretty buzzed. 

"Maybe I just don't excite him enough anymore!" she slurred a little as she said it.

"I doubt that, Mom. You're still hot!"

"Right!" she said sarcastically.

She slid down a little on the bed causing her t-shirt to slide all the way up her thigh. I nearly choked as her pussy came in to view. She wasn't wearing any panties! Fortunately, I kept my cool. She then spread her legs a little and exposed her wet pussy hole to me. I couldn't believe she was wet. I figured she must be really horny.

"You really are!" I said 

"My tits sag!" she muttered.

I looked at her nipples hardening as lifted one up with her hand.

"Maybe a little" I said!

"No, a lot!" she flopped the other one, "The t-shirt makes it look better."

"C'mon!"

"Seriously!"

"Well I guess I'll have to take your word for it."

She got a funny look in her eyes and just stared at me for a few seconds. My cock was getting hard as a rock. Then she slid to the edge of the bed and sat up. Her shirt was now up over her ass. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of it and said,

"I'll prove it!"

She had a wicked smile as she lifted her shirt over her head and took it off! I was stunned as I sat looking at my naked mother sitting 3 feet from me!

"See!" she said smiling. 

I just stared!

"What do you say now?"

They did sag a lot, but they still looked pretty good.

"I still think they look great!"

"Well playing with them really tells it all!" she said

I couldn't believe it! My Mom was asking me to play with her tits. She opened her legs again and showed me her pussy. 

Taking the cue, I stood up and stepped over to her. I had a huge tent in my shorts that was very noticeable. I reached down and cupped her huge tits with both hands and lifted them. At the same time, she reached out and pulled my shorts down and grabbed my hard dick. I leaned down and kissed her. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and we frenched while we fondled each other. When we broke the kiss, she looked me in the eye and said,

"We've got lots of time for foreplay. Right now I want you to fuck Mommy's pussy with this nice cock that I made!"

She slid back on the bed and opened her legs.

"Do you want to fuck Mommy?"

"Oh yeah!" I said as crawled on top of her.

She reached down and guided my cock into her hot, wet pussy! I was in heaven! Here I was fucking my Mother in a hotel room!

"Fuck that feels good!" she moaned.

"You're so tight!" I said

"And you're so thick!" 

We started developing a faster rhythm and she started really moaning.

"That's it baby....fuck Mommy's pussy good...ohhh...ohhh....I love your cock...ohhh...ohhh...it's just as good....ohhh .....as I always ......thought it would be. Fuck yeah baby!"

She wrapped her legs around my waist and started thrusting her pussy harder against my cock.

"Do you like Mommy's cunt baby?"

"Yes I love Mommy's pussy! It's so fucking tight and wet!"

"That's it baby....ohh ...keep calling me Mommy!"

"I love your pussy Mommy. Do you feel nasty getting your cunt fucked by your son, Mommy?"

"Yesssssss....I want to fuck... .ohh...your... .fucking cock... .ohh....all night!"

The she started shaking. 

"Oh baby!.....I'm cumming!" she said

I started pounding her pussy harder so that I could shoot my wad at the same time!

"Me too!" I grunted

"Oh yeah baby. That's it....cum in Mommy's pussy baby .......cum with mommy baby!" 

We both exploded at the same time. It was earth shattering and seemed to last for several minutes. I never pumped so much cum out of my cock. It felt like gallons. 

We laid there for a few minutes with my cock still in her pussy, both of us breathing hard. Finally, I rolled over and lay on my back next to her. She looked over and smiled at me very tenderly. Then she got up on her knees and said,

"That was the best fucking anyone has ever given me, I've never cum so hard in my life!"

"Same here!" I said smiling.

"But...." She said as she grabbed my now limp cock, "I need to fuck it again, and again!"

She started stroking me and lowered her mouth to my cock. She deep throated me in one quick movement and began sucking me for all she was worth. I have had many blowjobs in my life, but this topped them all. It was like a vacuum cleaner on my cock! In no time at all I was rock hard again. She lifted her head and smiled.

"I really want to taste your cum.....but not yet. First I want you to fuck me with this fat dick again!'

She got up on all fours and positioned her ass in my face. I got up on my knees and bent down, sticking my face in her cum soaked pussy. I immediately started licking and tongue-fucking her hole as I rubbed her clit.

"OHHHHH baby!!" she squealed, "Lick mommy's pussy!'

I continued working my tongue in and out of her cunt, the cunt that I had come out of over 40 years ago. She started gasping and I removed my tongue and shoved 3 fingers in her and started pumping. 

"OHHHHHHH Yessssssssssssssss!" she moaned.

I then took my other hand and stuck one finger up her ass. 

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSS baby, that's gooooooood!' she screamed!

A few seconds later she was violently shaking in another orgasm. I waited for her shaking to subside and then got up and put my cock head at the entrance to her pussy. In one movement, I shoved it all the way in her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh god! I love your cock!" she screamed!

I started pumping hard and fast as she kept moaning.

"That's it baby, fuck mommy's pussy with that fat dick! Ohhhhhh this......is...wonderful! I can't believe..... .I'm in a hotel ......room....getting fucked....Ohhhhh.....doggy style by my...Ohhhh.... own son!"

"You love it! Don't you?" I grunted as I pounded that sweet pussy.

"Yessss!"

"You love the fact that it's your son's cock in you!"

"Yessss....I ... love...it! Please baby, call me mommy!"

"Does that turn you on mommy? Does your son's cock make you cum, mommy?"

"Yes, yes....I love fucking my son! I....would have.....fucked you...Ohhh...years ago....if....Ohhhh.... I had known.....ughhhhh...that your dick .....ughhh....was so good!"

I slowly insert a finger in her ass as I kept fucking my mother's pussy. This sent wailing again. 

"Ohhhhhhh...ughhhhhhh.....yessss, baby. Damn that feels good!"

She started shaking again... .her 3rd orgasm in an hour! I kept fucking her hard and fast until her orgasm subsided. I got up off of the bed and walked to the nightstand.

"What's wrong baby? You didn't cum yet.'

"Nothing!" I said as I grabbed the lotion. "There's one place I still need to stick this cock in!"

"Oh no baby!" her eyes got wide, "I've never done that and you're....too thick!"

"It's okay, we'll go easy.....OK?"

"OK" she said hesitantly.

I got behind her on the bed and lubed up her asshole with the lotion. Then I slowly inserted one finger.

"OHHH!" she moaned.

I slid my finger in and out until she got used to it, then I replaced my finger with my thumb.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned again.

I kept working her asshole until she started loosening up. Pretty soon I had 2 fingers pumping in & out of her beautiful rosebud. 

I then positioned the head of my cock at her slightly open asshole and slowly pushed the head in.

"OHHHHHH GODDDDDDDD.....easy baby!"

Her ass was gripping my cock like a vice as I slowly slid more in.

"OHHHH you feel huge!" she moaned.

Pretty soon I had all but a couple of inched buried in my mom's ass. I shoved the rest of it in and she screamed!

"OHHHHH FUCK! Easy baby! Give me minute to get used to it!"

"Have you ever done this before?"

"Never!" she panted.

"You've never had a cock in your ass?"

"No baby, I've never been butt-fucked before!"

"You like nasty talk, don't you?"

"Yes, baby. I like have my son butt-fuck me!"

"Are you ready?" I asked

"Yes baby, I'm ready. Butt-fuck your mommy!" 

I started slowly pumping my cock in & out of her ass. Before long I was slamming my dick in her and she was going nuts!

"That's it baby, slam that cock into mommy's asshole. Ohhhhh yeah. Butt-fuck mommy baby!" 

The combination of the dirty talk and the view of my cock sliding in & out of an ass that belonged to my mother was getting to me. I knew I wouldn't last long.

"I'm butt-fucking you mommy! I've got all of my cock buried in your tight asshole!"

"Yes, baby......fuck...mommy's ass baby. Fuck my ass! I... want your cum deep in my ass!"

"I'm gonna cum soon. I'm gonna cum in my mommy's ass!"

As soon as I said it, I started to erupt!

"Here it is, mommy. I'm cumming in your ass!"

"Yessss...baaaaaby! Cum in mommy's ass. Pump mommy's ass full off cum!"

We collapsed on the bed, my cock still buried in her ass. As I softened and my cock slid out, she rolled over and kissed me on the lips. We started French kissing again and fondling each other.

"How about a shower?" She said as she got up from the bed.

"Sure!" I said jumping up and following her.

We kissed like two teenagers, sucking each other's tongues as we soaped soap ourselves up. She reached down and started stroking my cock. I couldn't believe I was actually getting hard again!

"You're insatiable!" she smiled a wicked smile. 

"Because of you" I said.

She smiled and kissed my cheek and then slid down and engulfed my cock in her mouth. She sucked like a woman possessed, taking all of me into her mouth and throat. Unbelievably, I came again. It wasn't as much this time, but she swallowed it all down.

We decided that for the rest of the week we would stay naked as long as we were in the hotel room. That way we could have access to each other whenever we wanted to fuck or suck or lick. We were constantly doing all three. After one of our intense sessions she looked at me and said,

"I would really like to have someone film us fucking! That way we could watch it while we fucked." 

This kinda shocked me coming from her, but it also excited me!

"Sounds great, but who can we have do it? It'd have to be someone who doesn't know us"

"Not necessarily!" she smiled "I told one of my friends about this and it was her idea"

"What?!" I said, mom, we just started doing this a couple of days ago!"

"I know, but I was so excited and happy that I had to tell someone!"

"Who is it?"

"Erica... and she said you can fuck her too.....if you want!"

But, as they say.........that's another story!



Mother and Son Return



It was time to head back to my home for the holidays. My name is Nick and I was looking forward to seeing my mother once more. The summer before college started I had sex with my Mom. My father hadn't been taking care of Mom's needs so she turned to me. I was on the bus back to my home town and my cock was stirring in my pants. I was thinking back to the times I filled my Mom's pussy. All that daydreaming... I finally made it back.

My Mom was there to pick me up. Sure enough my Dad was away on business again. He never had time for my mother or myself. Mom squeezed me hard and kissed me flush on the mouth, there at the terminal.

"I missed you so much Nick."

I had missed Mom as well. As foolish as it sounds, I didn't have sex with anyone at school. I couldn't wait to get home. We got into the car and Mom drove us home. She had reached over and put her hand on my crotch on the ride back. I knew what was going to happen once we got in the door. We barely made it into the living room when my Mom pulled me into her arms. We both stripped down and I took a good look at my Mom's body.

Mom had such large tits. Her nipples were a light brown and big as well. We got over to the couch and Mom got onto her back. My cock was aching to have her again.

"I'm off the pill Nick," my Mom told me. 

During the summer I told my Mom I wanted to impregnate her. I never thought she would follow through. I spread Mom's legs and I took hold of my raging cock. I slowly pushed my mushroom past her wet folds. Mom let out this cry as I entered her for the first time in months. It was easy to see my mother was greedy to be fucked. She threw her legs around my back and we got to it.

I stretched my legs out and gave Mom my entire length. I was pumping furiously. My sacs were slapping against her bottom. Mom was so tight down below. I would have to do something about that. I started to circle my dick around inside my Mom's pussy. Mom's muscles were holding me firmly.

"You're mine now Mom, your pussy is all mine," I ranted as I fed her cock.

"Impregnate me Nick, I want your baby seed," she told me.

I did have a giant load all stored up just for this occasion. I lowered my mouth and I took a nipple between my teeth. I was chewing on each one as I fed my Mom more cock. I felt my Mom's hands on my ass. It was like she was holding on for dear life. I wish I could have held out longer, but I was so excited this first time since summer. I drove my prick into Mom and I exploded.

It was if someone turned on a fire hydrant. I kept blasting my hot cum deep into Mom's belly. God, she was needy for my sticky seed. Her muscles tensed up and took all my love offering from my erect cock. I could see that my cum was dripping out of my Mom's pussy. There was a pool of it on the couch. I just kept stroking my Mom's pussy until I went soft. My dick made a popping noise as I pulled out.

Looking down my Mom looked out of it. She was breathing hard and her body was shaking. She told me that she hadn't had sex with my Dad the whole time I was away. She was saving herself just for me. My Mom did finally get up and we cleaned up our mess. I was only going to be home a week or so. I wanted to make sure I had my fill of Mom.

My Dad did manage to take some days off around Christmas day. There was no way we could make love. I was getting tense not being able to fuck my Mom. My Dad did go out early one morning to do some shopping. Mom and I fucked like two rabbits in heat after he left the house. Mom came into my bedroom and she dropped her robe to the floor. She mounted me and she rode my cock. 

I do love when Mom gets on top of me. I can squeeze her big breasts with both hands. She loves it as well. Mom was bouncing up and down my seven inch rod and I brought my cock up to meet her.

"Fuck me hard Nick!"

Mom was actually doing most of the work. She would slam down hard onto my prick. I was completely buried inside her pussy. Mom rode me for nearly an hour. I gave her more of my baby cum that day. Yes it was on my mind. Impregnating my mother with my cum. We only ever fucked bare and Mom was off the pill. I pumped my love lotion deep into Mom's pussy that morning. I just love squirting my hot cum into my Mom.

Christmas day came and went and it was getting close to my day to go back. My Dad offered to take me to the bus depot, but my mother said she would drive me instead. We didn't drive straight there. Mom took a less direct route and we drove out into a wooded area. Mom unzipped me and she brought my cock to her mouth.

"Here is a present to remember me by," she said.

Mom took my cock down her throat. She sucked me off as we sat in the car. I was getting close but I didn't want to cum this way. I told my Mom to pull off. We got out of the car and I pulled my Mom's pants down. I had her lean over the hood of the car and I fucked her out there in the wooded opening. It was damn cold that morning, but I had to have my mother one last time. I inserted my dick from behind and I fed my Mom's pussy. There we stood out on this cold, back road.

Mom was screaming as I fed her my dick. Damn, she loved to take cock from me. I ended up blasting my seed into her pussy. It must have taken a good ten minutes for me to shoot my entire load. After we finished Mom went over to some bushes and she pushed my cum out. We did make it to the terminal on time. Mom kissed me on the lips and I hopped on the bus. I could feel the remainder of my load leaking from the tip of my cock.

I am back at school and just waiting for the day I get a call from Mom. I know I have planted my seed. It is just a matter of how long it takes for Mom to know I have impregnated her.



Mother and Son Virgins



My mother adopted me when I was five years old. She was not married and raised me as a single parent. We had a standard mother-son relationship until the summer I came home from my freshman year of college. That summer would change everything.

My mother is not a thin woman – she has curves including large C cup tits and very round hips. She is 5' 3" tall with long curly auburn hair which goes halfway down her back.

When I was in high school and college, I never found any girl that excited me enough to have sex with her. Don't get me wrong, I had plenty of make out sessions but nothing that heated up enough to take the next step.

When I came home that summer, I realized that all of my friends were right. My mother was one hot woman. It was a particular hot summer and she loved to wear short shorts and tube tops. Many times, she would just wear a bikini top and denim shorts around the house. She also would sunbathe beside our pool in her bikini. I would often stand at my bedroom window and make myself cum while watching her.

Many nights after she was asleep, I would sneak into her room. She wore the sexiest lingerie and never slept with blankets on because it was too hot. I would gaze at her satiny smooth skin and fantasize about touching her and fucking her there in the bed. There were many nights that I came there beside her bed and shot my cum over her. I wonder if she ever woke up and wondered where the substance came from.

One night when I was in her room, I couldn't help but touch her. I figured it would not hurt anything because she was a deep sleeper and would never know. She was sleeping in a black silk and lace teddy. I could see her breasts through the teddy and her nipples were poking though the lace. I stepped beside of her bed and started to stroke her breasts through the teddy. Her breasts felt so good in my hands. I took my thumbs and stroked her nipples through the lace. I saw them get hard which made me even harder. I was only wearing briefs so my dick was already visibly hard. I leaned down and licked one of her nipples through the silk teddy. She moaned and stirred in her sleep. I froze for a moment afraid that I had been caught; however, she continued to sleep.

I slowly slipped the straps of her teddy off her shoulders and pushed the teddy down to expose her breasts. They were more beautiful than I could ever have imagined. I slowly began to stroke her bare breasts and to lick her nipples. I took her right nipple in my mouth and began to suck it while I fondled her other nipple. Then I took my teeth and slowly scrapped them over her rigid nipples. I began to suckle her breasts as a baby would suck for milk. She began to moan louder and to say my name. I froze and looked up at her. That's when I realized that she was still asleep. My mother thought she was having an erotic dream and was dreaming about me!

I slowly removed my briefs and used my dick to stroke her nipples and breasts. I about lost my load at that point. I raised up and unsnapped the snaps in the crotch of her teddy exposing her pussy. This is when I discovered that she kept all of her pubic hair. I slipped my hand between her thighs and slowly began to stroke the outside of her pussy lips. I could feel that she was wet for me. She moaned again and shifted opening her legs further. I could see her wetness glistening on her puss. I slipped one finger between her lips and into her. She was so soft and so tight. I moved my finger in and out and then pressed two fingers into her. The two fingers barely fit. I couldn't believe how tight she was and knew it would feel great to have my dick buried inside of her.

 I slowly began to finger fuck her which I stroked my cock with my other hand. My mother began rocking her hips in time with my fingers. I used my wet fingers from her pussy to rub her juices over my dick. I already had precum on the head. I began to fuck her with my fingers harder and faster.

I slipped my hand out of her pussy and gently knelt above her on the bed. I put my face between her legs, parted her lips with my fingers, and slowly licked her clit with my tongue. At this point, my mother moaned loudly and woke up. She looked at me through sleepy eyes. I froze with my head between her legs. I thought: "Now I'm dead meat." She grasped my head, pushed it back to her pussy, and said: "Don't stop now."

I began to eat my mother's pussy. She was close to coming when she pulled my head up. She rolled over until I was under her and stroked her hands down my chest and stomach to my cock. She took my cock in her hands and began to massage my dick. She bent down and slowly licked the head. She then began to massage my balls while running her tongue up and down the ridge on the underside of my cock. At this point I was harder than I have ever been in my life and thought I couldn't take any more. My mother opened her mouth and took my entire length into her. She began circling my dick with her tongue and then began to suck it like a lollipop. I about lost it right there.

I flipped my mother over onto her back, raised her legs, and slammed into her. That's when I had the biggest shock of my life. My mother was still a virgin and I had just popped her cherry! I stopped and looked down at her. She slowly began to rock her hips under me and begged me not to stop. I began fucking her harder and harder. She flipped me over, did a 180 with her back to me, and began to ride me. As she rode me at that angle, the ridge on my dick repeatedly stuck her clit. She kept riding harder and faster and moaning. I could tell that she was close to coming. She rode me so hard that I shot my load of cum inside of her. She came at the same time as me and her pussy milked all of my semen out of me and up into her.

After that night, my bedroom at our house was only for show. I slept with my mother the rest of the summer. The next spring, my mother gave birth to twins. The entire community was abuzz wondering who the babies belonged to since they had never seen my mother out with any men. No one suspected that I was the father of my mother's children.



Mother and the Girls



Fiona, a thirty seven year old, slim blonde, was sitting on the sofa talking to Jenny, her nineteen year old, daughter. The only thing that was unusual about the situation was that Fiona was stark naked and Jenny was fully clothed. It was the beginning of their weekly spanking session.

Fiona said, "Jenny, you know that I do enjoy you ordering me to strip and then you spanking me. We have been doing this each week for over a year when your father is out. However I have a fantasy which I would like to act out. This involves four girls playing cards, firstly the winner of each hand has the right to remove an article of my clothing and then when I am naked the winners spank me after each hand. Do you know any of your school friends who might help?"

Jenny replied, "Leave it with me but first let us begin this evenings fun."

Three weeks later Fiona and Jenny were answering the door to Jenny's three friends Mary, Joan and Sarah. The three friends were all eighteen but still at school with Jenny. They had been intrigued by the scenario presented by Jenny involving the humiliation of an older woman. Of course Fiona and Jenny had spent sometime in the intervening three weeks agreeing the rules of the evening but Fiona insisted that any form of humiliation could be included if the others wanted.

For this evening Fiona was, at the start, dressed as a maid. As Sarah entered she ran her hand up the back of Fiona's right thigh until it nestled on the panty-clad bottom and she kissed Fiona full on the mouth. Fiona felt butterflies in her stomach but kissed her back. 

Sarah withdrew her mouth but not her hand and whispered into Fiona's ear, "I'm looking forward to seeing this later and helping it to turn red." 

Fiona filled with excitement at this thought and was somewhat disappointed as Sarah's hand let go. 

Mary dangled a digital camera in front of Fiona and remarked that she wanted to record the whole event and publish it on the internet. Joan fondled Fiona's breasts through her thin blouse and stated that she could hardly wait to see them exposed.

Fiona led the way into the living room. They noted that there was a card table and four dining chairs in the middle of the room. Jenny ordered Fiona to bring a round of vodka and tonic for the four of them and Fiona went to the kitchen whilst the others took their chairs at the table. 

When Fiona returned Jenny said, "You took far too long doing that. Come and stand next to me and don't you dare spill a drop of vodka on that tray."

As Fiona stopped next to Jenny, Jenny slapped her hard on the bottom. As this was cushioned by clothes, Fiona barely felt it.

"Now serve the drinks," ordered Jenny.

The card players decided to play poker and Mary won the first hand.

"What shall we remove, I wonder," said Mary as she approached the standing Fiona.

"The skirt I think," Mary continued.

Mary unzipped Fiona's skirt and stood aside so that the others had a clear view as she released the garment and it slipped to the floor. It was then that the girls felt a thrill of excitement to see Fiona was wearing black lace panties, stockings and suspenders along with her black high heels. Joan won the next hand and decided to everyone's surprise to remove Fiona's panties next. To do this she had Fiona stand on her chair and told Fiona to put her hands on her head. Joan then slipped her thumbs under the waistband of Fiona's knickers and slowly eased them over her hips. Joan's nose, close to Fiona's cunt, smelled the arousal present. Fiona gracefully stepped out of her knickers and back down onto the floor. 

Jenny won the next two hands but having removed Fiona's blouse offered the removal of the bra to Joan so that she could expose Fiona's breasts. Joan added to Fiona's humiliation by insisting that Fiona slipped the shoulder straps off and then put her hands on her head. Joan reached around Fiona and undid the bra and then smoothed her hand back around removing the garment. Joan then played with exposed nipples seeing that they were erect and as hard as stone.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you," Joan whispered in Fiona's ear.

"Oh yes!" came the reply from the older woman.

"Time for a photo," Mary said and they posed Fiona in her stockings, high heels and suspender belt,holding the tray of drinks they sent her for.

Sarah asked, "Do we need to strip her further? We have got total access to the vital bits and the suspenders and stockings frame her bottom nicely."

The other three agreed that they should proceed to the next phase of the evening. Mary won the next hand. She hesitated though and asked, "How shall we do the next bit?"

Joan suggested that Fiona should be made to cut the cards to determine the number of spanks. The others agreed but Sarah suggested they make Fiona tell them some positions they could put her in for punishment. The other would write these down and select one at random. Fiona blushed with embarrassment but suggested 1) Standing, hands on head, legs open, 2) Over the spankers knee, 3) Over the arm of the sofa 4) Touching my toes 5) On my back on the table, holding my legs over my head. Finally Jenny sent Fiona to collect a wooden spoon, a ruler, a slipper and a garden cane.

Fiona was back very quickly (in fact Fiona and Jenny had agreed these items days ago ). Fiona cut a seven and Mary chose number 1 and said, "I think I'll use the spoon." 

Jenny, Joan and Sarah sat on the sofa to watch. Fiona turned her back to them, put her hands on her head and spread her legs. Mary swung the spoon and delivered the first blow.

"Thank you, Miss Mary, that's one," said Fiona as the red imprint became more definite on her bottom. 

Mary gave Fiona two more in quick succession , one above and one below the first imprint. Fiona thanked 'Miss Mary' and counted on. In delivering the fourth blow Mary, with her free hand reached round and toyed with Fiona's erect nipple and then slid her hand over the taut stomach to nestle on the saturated cunt below. As the final three blows were given, Mary rubbed the proud clitoris of the willing maid and Mary felt a delightful shudder as Fiona approached orgasm. Mary withdrew her hand in time to thwart this ultimate enjoyment.

"Back to poker," declared Mary. 

Sarah won the next hand and Fiona cut a five. Sarah chose the three and positioned Fiona over the sofa arm. Picking up the cane Sarah swished it above the willing victim, Fiona, and said, "Your screams will follow this sound".

Fiona was determine to remain silent. However the fourth cut to her arse induced a moan of pleasure and after the fifth Sarah breathed into Fiona's ear, "Was that enjoyable?"

Fiona replied in the affirmative. During that punishment Mary took photographs clearly showing the action and Fiona's face but not the face of the spanker.

The next hand was won by Joan and she was delighted that Fiona cut a ten. She herself drew the four and chose the ruler. Again the others sat in a semicircle to get a good view. Fiona was posed with legs spread but knees straight touching her toes. 

Joan landed the ruler and on hearing "Thank you Miss Joan, that's one," Joan rubbed Fiona's cunt through her legs. This happened eight times and as Fiona neared climax she was told not bend her knees. The last two slaps were not followed by fondling and Fiona didn't come.

It was now getting late and the youngsters decided that this would be the last hand. Sarah won. Fiona cut an ace. Sarah drew the five. The table was cleared and Fiona was placed on her back on the green cloth. As Fiona raised her legs Joan and Jenny grabbed a ankle each and held Fiona in position. Joan and Jenny gently eased Fiona's legs apart whilst Sarah got the slipper. 

"Does the ace stand for 13 slaps?" asked Sarah. 

"Yes," was Jenny's reply with a wink at Fiona. 

The punishment began but Sarah's left hand was used throughout the punishment to rub Fiona's soaking cunt. The slipper made a special noise at each contact and with Mary taking photographs and Joan and Jenny teasing Fiona's nipples it was with the tenth spank that Fiona orgasmed. The last three blows were lost in the oblivion.

After a brief rest Fiona was sent to make coffee. Whilst the coffee was drunk Joan admitted that she had really enjoyed the experience of dealing with an older woman. Jenny, Sarah and Mary agreed. However it was Fiona who suggested that they should do it to her again.

Mary said, "Same time next week?"

Fiona purred, "I looked forward to it. Thank you all for tonight."



Mother & The Twins Ch. 3



I had found my twin sons masturbating while watching the lady next door. They saw we and I was soon drawn into the lust of the moment. My sons seduced me or I them I am not sure about that. Yet here I am feeling as if I could enjoy more of the same. It is now the morning after and I am in the kitchen getting ready to fix breakfast for my sons and myself. 

Roy came down first he is the milder of the two. Carl Jr. seems to be the dominant one. Both are tall handsome and very strong young men. The night before I saw a side of my boys I had never seen before. They are lusty and seek sex as most young boys do. Plus when they are alone as I first saw them they were talking dirty and as I got involved they talked to me using dirty words to describe what they wanted of we or were going to do to me. 

At first I was appalled but after a time as I also become aroused by the moment I found these words were exciting me and I liked to hear then talk using these words of sexy double meaning. I have not lived in a shell and have heard men call each other “Cocksucker” as a means of swearing at one another. Yet when my son called me a “cocksucker” I found it erotic and arousing. When Roy said, He like my tits it shocked me and still gave me a feeling that warmed my body all over. Their father has not been much of a father figure for a long time now, due to his drinking. 

So I can blame him for my being horny and wanting. It did not seem outlandish for me to make love to my sons and for them to return my affections by “ Fucking mother “ as Carl Jr. calls it. He also called me his live in whore. I had never thought of myself as a whore. Yet now that I think about it I guess I am. I had orally extracted one son’s sperm and the other son had filled my vaginal cavity with his sperm. I had passed out from either excitement or from the work out they gave me. So now it is a new day and as yet I have not made up my mind what is going to happen. If I will let this continue or allow my sons to rule the roost. 

Roy was dressed in only his underwear no shirt of any kind. I had wrapped my terry cloth rob around me and it was pulled up to my neck. I was not sure just how I would feel this morning. Once I saw Roy's broad grin and the sparkle in his eyes I was cast into the roll that had been fashioned for me just hours ago. Roy came across the kitchen and pressed his hips against me pinning my back to the sink. Roy was grinning, his growing erection pressing into my crotch. He was so much taller then I so it was more like my belly was getting probed. Roy lifted my mouth up to his and we kissed. It was not a motherly kiss it was one of abandoned lust. Both his and mine. 

His young powerful hand was squeezing my breast through my rob. My hand reaching for, finding and grasping his erection was not a voluntary action. It was one of need and lust. I wanted to feel my son’s erection as I remembered how I had sucked this very cock last night. How I had tasted my son fluid cum, how thick and creamy it was. The memory of that sweet taste lingered on. Roy had my rob pulled open is fingers were twisting my nipples. My nipples were stiff and it felt so wonderful to feel his hands on my breasts. Roy said, “ Gees, Mom you got great tits, you got the nicest tits I ever saw."

With this he lowered his head to my chest capturing a stiff nipple in his mouth. I had worked my hand inside his underwear taking a tight grip on his marvelous cock. I was fast becoming aroused to the point that my crotch was wet. I had not put on panties or bra I was totally naked under my rob. I think I had known what would happen this morning or maybe I had wanted it to start all over again. Roy brought his mouth up to kiss me. Somehow he had managed to open my rob. His bare chest was flat against my breast. his erection was laying flat along my wet pussy lips. I was riding his cock like a iron rail. He was working his hips back and forth. My cunt running along his cock feeling the hardness.

He said, “ Mom, I want to fuck you like Carl did. I want to feel you cunt around my cock. I want to make you cum. “ I shuttered and shivered at his sexy words. His cock was so long and hard. It felt so large I wanted him to put it in me. Roy turned me around pushing me over the edge of the table. He spared my legs as he let the head of his cock rub along my wet cunt. He held the cheeks of my ass apart I was sure he was looking at me cunt and my ass. He had said, last night he wanted to fuck my ass. I thought of his big cock going in my ass, my ass was not a virgin but it had been a long time. Then I felt his cock head slip into my pussy. He took a hold of my hips and jerked my ass back into his belly driving his cock home up to his cum filled balls. I could feel the hair around his cock brushing my ass. It felt so hot and sexy. 
  Roy was saying he wanted to cum in me, I told him to cum for me. I ask him to make me cum to. I was so close he rammed his cock so deep I started to feel the twisting in my bowels as I jerked wildly driving my ass back into his waiting cock. Roy screamed and rammed his cock in as far as it would go. I felt the warm sperm fill me, thrust after thrust shot cum up into my cunt. He was never going to stop cumming, I was so hot it drove me over the edge and I came along with him. Roy jerked to a stop and I felt him flop over on my back. He was breathing in great gulps as was I. It was so exciting to feel his cock slowly shrink while it slipped from my pussy. 

Once it was free from me it felt like his and my own cum were dripping from my cunt. Roy lifted his weight from me and Said, “God, Mom, that was great, what a wonderful fuck you are. Did you like that to?” I did not answer, I was still trying to get my breath. 

That is when I heard Carl say, “ Mom, you fucking whore," answer Roy when he ask you a question.” Tell him before I have to punish you.” 

I murmured “ Yes I, ah...ah...it was good.” 

Carl came over close and took a hand full of my hair, He said, “Tell him you like to fuck, Tell him you liked his cock, Even better tell him you like his fucking cock. Now tell him.” 

I was stunned at Carl's appearance and how gruff he was being. I started to say something when Carl jerked my head back again and Yelled at me to tell Roy how I liked his fucking me. I was scared and said, “ Yes, Roy I liked you fucking me and you have a wonderful cock. A wonderful fucking cock.” Carl let my hair go and my face fell hitting the table top. Carl said, "Now bitch, get us something to eat."

I lifted my rob from the floor and started to pull it around me. Carl said, “ No Mom, don’t cover up I wanted to watch you naked. I want to watch your FUCKING tits, I want watch your FUCKING ass so no rob.” I turned to look at my son. but I did not see my son I saw a wild crazy animal. His eyes were wide and he was smiling a funny grin it was more like a sneer. I think Carl was enjoying his forcefulness over me and of course Roy would not say anything. I let the rob fall back to the floor and continued to fix their breakfast. 

When I went to get the bread Carl smacked me hard on the ass. It hurt and he knew it. I did not let him see the tears in my eyes. I had to pass Carl again on the way to the refrigerator. He reached up and grabbed my breast. He jerked my tit and said, “You got nice tits Mom.” He would not let me pass. He was squeezing my breast hard and it was hurting. My nipples were so hard they hurt. Then with his other hand Carl ran a finger up into my cunt. He pulled it out covered with Roy's cum and my own. “Here bitch, suck some of this. It is good for you.”

He laughed as I sucked the wetness from his finger tip. Carl pulled me to my knees with the grip on my breast he had a hard on it was in front of my face as he said “OK, cocksucker, suck this fuckiig cock.” Carl was being so bad, he was mean I did not know what else to do so I took his cock into my mouth. Carl started to laugh “ Look Roy, Look at Mom with my cock in her fucking mouth. What a cocksucker she is. I think we should invite some of our friends over so she can suck them off too.” I was so scared I jerked free of Carl's grip and stood. I slapped him hard across the face then ran from the kitchen. I locked my bedroom door, throwing myself on the bed I cried.

How long it was I don’t know. I had fallen asleep. There was a soft knock on my bedroom door. Followed by a “ Mom are you all right?” It was Roy’s voice. I got up and ask if he was alone. He said, yes so I opened the door. He took me into his arms and held me. He was now fully dressed. He said, “ Mom, I think Carl has gone crazy why don’t we get away from here for a while?” I had seen this craziness in Carl Jr. as I had seen it before in his father. So I agreed with Roy that maybe we should give Carl Jr. time to get a hold of him self. I packed a small bag and met Roy at the car. Roy put our bags in the trunk and I let him drive. Once we were on the Freeway I ask Roy what Carl Jr. had said and done after I slapped him. Roy said, his brother was real mad. 

So at this moment as were running away. Carl Jr. was out getting a few friend to bring back to the house so he could share his mother with them. Well he will be surprised to find his mother and brother gone. Maybe he will get the idea that there is a line between love and tangled mean lust. I rolled over to rest my head and told Roy to head North on the interstate. I fell asleep and did not wake till I felt the car slowing down. Roy was pulling into a Flying J truck stop. 

He said, we needed gas and he also had to fine a restroom. He parked and we went in. These truck stops today are clean, and the restaurant was nearly full which told me the food must be excellent. We ate, I hit the ATM for five hundred dollars and we filled the tank. I drove out and again headed north on the interstate. The sun was not completely down but enough so that I turned on the head lights. Roy was changing the stations on the radio. It felt good to be getting away. I think this was just what I needed. Roy reached and ran his hand up under my skirt resting his palm on my thigh. I said, Roy that is not a good idea while I an driving. Roy laughed and told me now that he was not driving he was getting horny. Then he ask how long before we were going to stop for the night.

I had not thought about it but it had been a long and tiresome day. All along the highway there were billboards telling us what motels were at the next exit. So we picked out a nice one and pulled off. It was dark now and I was tired even though I had slept in the car earlier. Roy carried our bags to the ground floor room. When I checked in I noticed there was a bar off the lobby. So after we washed our hands we went up for a drink before sleep. Much to my surprise out here in the middle of no where they had a piano player for live entertainment. We sat at the bar and ordered drinks. Right away Roy stopped calling me Mom or mother he started calling me Ellen. 

I thought it was cute he was acting like we were girlfriend boy friend. I noticed a couple of local guys watching us. I have taken care of my self and I do go to the gym twice a week but it is still obvious that I am a few years older than my twenty year old son or in this case boyfriend. A few more couple drop in and before long the place is doing a great business. There is a postage size dance floor and Roy ask me to dance. We dance a slow one and Roy manages to let me know he has a hard on by poking my legs with it several times. He also drops his hand down letting it rest on my ass. I see the two guys watching us. One is a tall well dressed man. He gives me a wide smile. I smile back so the next dance he comes around and ask me to dance. 

Roy is not sure what to do, but I accept and this guy sweeps me on to the dance floor and we seem to glide around and around. He is very good and I am starting to feel my drinks. He is talking but my mind is on last night and how I had made love to both my sons. How I had let one son fuck me and how I had sucked the other off while each had watched what the other was doing. Tonight I would go back to the room and I know Roy is going to want to have sex, of some kind. But it will not be like last night, there will not be anyone to watch. I had not thought about how erotica it was to know I was being watched as I was having sex with another. Even this morning Carl Jr. had watched as Roy screwed his loving mother. I looked up to see a handsome man smiling at me.

The dance had come to an end and he had, like Roy brushed my leg with his cock to let me know he was hot and horny. I was getting to be such a sex symbol. Me the old mother from Wicker Street. The mother that was always there when anyone needed anything. But here I was now in just twenty four hours a sexy middle aged lady wanting to show just what she had to offer. The tall stranger ask if he could join us. I said, yes before Roy could object. 

The next dance Roy ask me what I was doing so I told him I was feeling pretty good and I thought maybe we should invite this guy to our room for a drink and hell yes sex as well. Roy was muttering an objection but after a few kind words from his mother he accepted the idea and said, it might be exciting to watch me with someone besides his brother. I thought so too. Another drink and I had made up my mind to ask the guy to come to our room. The three of us entered the room together. I ask Roy to go down the hall to pick up a bucket of ice. by the time he returned I was kneeling in the middle of the room with this guys cock in my mouth. Roy response was “ Holy shit, Ellen you could have got undressed first.” Still playing the roil as lover not son I shook my head. 

The guy was removing his shirt and dropping his trousers all the while I was sucking a very thick cock. It was not as long as Roy's but thicker and the head was a monster. Roy was now naked he helped me to my feet so I could get naked and he join the party. Our new friend stood by the edge of the bed I was on my hands and knees across the bed. I lowered my head to continue sucking this thick cock as Roy got up behind me and quickly found my cunt wet and ready for him. This was so erotic and exciting one wonderful cock in my mouth and another in my pussy. Roy was jerking my hips so he could bang deep into me. This movement was just what our friend wanted he was matching Roy’s thrusts with his own. I was getting the best fucking of my life. 

I tasted the sweet smooth warm juice start to come from the hot cock in my mouth. I cupped a pair of heavy balls in my hand and sucked his cock deep into my mouth so as not to loose any of his cum. He jerked and I tasted the hot cum shot into the he back of my throat. I felt Roy bang hard as his cock swelled up shooting his load in my very excited cunt. I suck and left my cunt fill with cum. I gave this guy the best blow job I ever gave any one. He fell back pulled his wilting cock from my mouth as Roy’s ram rod of a cock was pulled from my cunt. Our friend left our room smiling and I headed for the shower. 

Roy joined me and said, “ God, Mom that was out of this world. You are so hot every one we meet wants to fuck you. Did you hear that guy say you had the nicest tits he had ever seen on any gal of any age. You are just real hot, really hot Mom.” I closed my eyes and reached for my sons cock. He had a finger washing along the crack of my cunt. this was now going to be our time. We made love one more time after we got in bed. Roy had cum and my pussy was feeling really great as I now lay still listing to my son breath deep in unencumbered sleep. 

We were on the road again by nine o’clock in the morning. Roy ask,”Mom, do you have any idea were we are going yet?” I said, “Yes I thought about it last night I think we are going to go see your Aunt Ann for a few days.”

Roy remembered his Aunt Ann as a sexy slim good looking lady. His cock throbbed as he thought, gee, maybe I could fuck both mom and her sister. Maybe these sister to more in common than just the same parents. He closed his eyes as his mother drove north on the interstate. He was fantasizing about having both woman in bed at the same time. Or maybe watching his Mom and her sister licking each other as he rammed his cock up one pussy or the other. Roy fell asleep dreaming wild sexy dreams of how he had watched his mother suck off a complete stranger last night. 

There was a bump as they pulled off into a rest area. Ellen said she had to use the restroom and Roy said he did too. It was warm and sunny there were few people at this stop. Roy returned tot he car before Ellen. He still had a hard on and thought he needed to have his raging cock relieved of it load. Ellen could see Roy was restless as she walked back to the car. Roy was standing with his back to the car door. Ellen saw he had a hard on he was letting it show nicely through his tight jeans. Ellen came up to her son and said, “ What is this as she let her fingers tail across the bulge?” Roy circled his mother with his arms and said, “ Why don’t we park away fro the other cars so you can give your loving son a blow job.” Ellen had known what Roy wanted even before she go to the car. She said, “Roy we should get on the road I would like to get to Your Aunt Ann’s by night fall."

"Mom, the way I feel this will only take a minute, besides it is all your fault letting me watch you suck that guy off last night. Wow, you were hot, Mom have you always liked to suck cock?” Roy was smiling at his mother. She drove to the far end of the parking lot and pulled along the curb. Roy had already opened his jeans letting his full erection loose for Ellen to see. It was true Ellen had since she was a young school girl like the feel of a hot smooth cock in her mouth. It seemed that when she had a guys cock in her mouth she was in control somehow.

Ellen turned side ways in the drivers seat reaching for her son’s lovely cock. She took time to look at it and pulled the foreskin up over the fat little head. Then she watched how it seem to pop out as she jerking down pulling the skin to free the purple colored head. Ellen was having fun jerkin his cock and looking at it. Roy had leaned his seat back to give Mom more room to do her deed. Ellen did not resist when Roy reached up and pulled her mouth down to his cock. Ellen loves the taste of her son’s cock, the feel of the soft smooth skin, it filled her mouth all the way tot he back of her throat and she was turned on by the feel and taste. Ellen was so hot she worked a hand down inside her slacks so she could finger her clitoris. Roy was so relaxed except of the throbbing sensation in his had cock. 

"Oh, wow, mom you are so good, suck my cock, Mom suck my cock. I want to cum in your fucking mouth.” the dirty words were doing what Roy had wanted they were turning on his mother. He felt her start to suck harder while making her head go faster up and down his cock. Roy called her “ Good fucking cocksucker.” Ellen cunt was so wet she cold not stand it any more. she jerked free from his cock and sat up. Roy was surprised for only a second as he saw his mother pulled her slacks down. one leg was free and she moved to straddle Roy’s cock. his cock slipped up an into her cunt easily she was so wet. Roy grabbed her by the hips and rubbed her back and forth making his cock flop around inside her juicy cunt. Ellen let out a scream over and over again as she felt her climax race to get free. Roy was also to the point of no return and Ellen felt his cum flood her as she let go with her own climax. 

Ellen fell forward over Roy as she reached her climax. It seemed like a long time before either could move. Ellen straighten her clothing and got out of the car. Roy got over behind the wheel Ellen was in no condition to drive. The miles started to build as they continued their drive north. They stopped for lunch and gas. It was night before the reached the out skirts of Aunt Ann’s city. Ellen thought she should stop and give Ann a call but thought better of it. They never needed to call ahead before. Besides An would understand after they talked. It had been some time since Ellen had driven in this city and it took a few extra minute to find the house. Ellen told Roy to pull up next the car parked out side the double garage. Ellen did not see any light on, on the ground floor. 




Mother & The Twins Ch. 3



There was a light on in an up stairs window. Ellen remembered the master bedroom was on the rear of the house. They knocked on the kitchen door. No answer, Ellen tried the door it was open. Ellen went to the bottom of the stairs and called out. Still no answer, there was music playing up stairs so maybe that was the reason no one answered her call. Ellen went to the top of the stairs and was about to call out again, when she heard sounds that she knew all too well. Some one was engaged in sexual activities. She was about to retrace her steps when she got an idea to sneak a peek. She made her way the few feet to the door of the master bedroom and looked in. Roy was close on her heels. He wanted to see what was going on plus maybe even get a peek at his Aunt Ann naked. 
 He thought that would be a sight to remember. Roy saw his mother jerk back with a strange look on her face. He moved her out of the way and took a look. There on the bed was Aunt Ann alright, but she had her head between the legs of a lovely young lady. There was also a guy half her age standing next to the bed with a hard on and it looked like he was about to ram it up Aunt Ann’s pussy from the rear. Roy turned as his mother pulled on his arm. 

They moved down the hall a safe distance and Roy, said, “ Wow, Mom Aunt Ann is having a ball. Why don’t we join them?” 

His mother was thinking the same thing. After all she did see that wonderful cock that was about to fuck her sister. but the question was how to do it with out getting everyone up set. She said, Roy I think we better go out and come in again. This time we will make more noise. 

So there you have it friends. My story “ The couple next door and Mother and the twins-III are coming together and if all works out “Daryl is home” will join the party for one wild and exciting orgy.



Mother and Tom and Aunt Make Three



Opening the bedroom door far enough to fit head and shoulders through, Sarah peered in, adjusting her eyes to the lighting. The room was dark except for the lamp that shed its beam onto the opened books strewn across the wooden surface of the desk. He looked up, squinting a little.

"Don't forget, Aunt Jane will be here in an hour, you might want to freshen up a bit. You seem to have been in here for days." Sarah said with a smile, "I know exams are coming up, but give yourself a break, you have that degree in the bag Tom."

He took his glasses off and placed them on top of a book, leaning back in his chair he rubbed large hands over his face.

"Yes, you're right Mum, I could do with a day or two away from all this." He waved his hand in the direction of the papers. "If I don't know enough now, I never will."

"Exactly. Now, get yourself sorted, Jane is dying to see you," Sarah affirmed.

"I will be down soon," he promised.

"Ok love" Sarah retreated through the door and down the stairs.

Tom stood up, crossed the room and switched on the overhead light. The room took on a starker look. He made his way to his wardrobe, glimpsing his reflection, he made a mental note to get out for some air. He looked pale even to his own eyes. Sliding the door across the mirrored one, he reached in and selected a blue shirt and a pair of jeans, grabbing socks and white boxer shorts from another shelf.

As he walked the few steps from his room to the bathroom he began to think of Aunt Jane. He had not seen her for two years. Her office had sent her to Belgium to head their division there and although she had been back for visits, and always based herself in their home, he had been away at college.

Jane was his mother's oldest friend, and his honorary aunt as well as god mother. She had never married, instead, focusing on her career. A striking woman, he had often wondered how she had never been snapped up. He was very fond of Aunt Jane, and admitted to himself how much he was looking forward to seeing her this weekend.

Life was good he figured and if he gets the degree, the sky would be the limit for him. A career like Auntie Jane's would be just the ticket. I will have to pick her brains he thought, and find out how to get in on the bottom rung of the corporate ladder. 

He showered and dressed and after shaving he applied some aftershave, he felt a good impression would do wonders.

He joined Sarah in the kitchen. They were a tight but small unit, always there for each other she was a loving mother and he had matured to the man she always hoped he would be.

"Make yourself useful there, I will get a shower now," Sarah said pointing at the salad ingredients she had removed from the fridge. "Would you do some of that salad dressing you like?" 

She climbed stairs two at a time and made for the tall dresser in her room, grabbed fresh underwear a top and her tight white jeans and made for the shower. 

Tom squeezed the residual water out of the leaves he rinsed under the tap and dropped them onto the waiting sheets of paper towel, patting them dry before dropping them into the wide bowl. He chopped Dill, Coriander and Basil leaves. Once added to the bowl he plunged his fingers into the aromatic green foliage to mix the flavours. He wiped his hands on a towel before opening the cupboard, reaching in for an empty jam jar, into which he poured olive oil, cider vinegar, honey and a teaspoon of mustard. Screwing the lid on tight, he shook the jar fast, watching as the salad dressing began to emulsify.

Sarah tweaked the front of her hair with her fingers, switching the dryer back on, taming the stubborn strands. Once happy with her hair she rummaged through her make up bag, finding mascara and eyeliner, applying both carefully, outlining her grey eyes with a neat black meticulous line, stroking the fine round brush over her long lashes, enhancing their length and colour. She located her favourite rich red lipstick, staining her lips with the flattering shade blotting the excess with a tissue.

Stepping back, she viewed herself. The scoop neck fitted grey top and slim jeans accentuated her toned, womanly shape, her auburn hair shone smoothly to just below her shoulders. She smiled at her reflection. "You'll do," she said to herself. While she adored Jane, she always felt a bit dowdy next to her. The extra bit of effort was worth it, she thought. The sound of the doorbell broke her thoughts.

"Will you get the door darling, I will be down in a minute," she called down the stairs to Tom.

Tom pulled open the door and smiled as he saw the familiar smiling face of his aunt, he momentarily felt like he was a young boy again and felt a wave of nostalgia overcome him.

Jane cried out "Tom, my favourite god child, you look so grown up!" she held his face as she kissed his cheek. As a young boy he would have squirmed but now he knew the importance of this contact. She held him at arm's length. "You smell nice," she murmured and smiled, her eyes sparkled with genuine emotion.

He grabbed her overnight bag from her and stood aside to let her pass into the warmth and the welcome. Sarah's voice was heard by both of them when she called "I will be right down."

"Will you put that up in my room please?" Jane asked, nodding towards her bag. "I am in the usual I imagine. Unless of course it has been nabbed by that new girlfriend of yours" she teased with a wink.

He cleared his throat, "that didn't quite work out, it sort of fizzled out. We split up last month."

"I am sorry Tom. The silly girl, she will regret that. Anyway, plenty of fish in the sea, or so they say," she said and squeezed his arm.

Tom took the bag to Jane's regular room and placed it on the bed. He was curious to see the contents, what does she bring on an overnight he thought. The bag had two large handles and a zip, really an oversized hand bag. He had a peek inside. Nothing to see, as laid across the top was a large sponge bag. He lifted it aside, glimpsing the neatly folded jersey trousers and top, a small stark white roll of satin next to the pyjamas caught his eye. He put his free hand in and ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the knickers. For a moment, imagined Jane in them.

The sound of his mother's feet descending the stairs brought him back to the moment. He quickly replaced the toilet bag and fastened the zip of the holdall before leaving the room to go and join them.

"You look amazing!" Jane's voice, genuinely delighted, was loud with excitement to see her dear friend looking so vibrant.

"Thank you Janey" Sarah beamed, "you do too, but then when don't you?!"

They kissed quickly on the lips in greeting and hugged each other tightly. Stepping back Jane shrugged out of her coat, discarding it on a nearby armchair. She reached into her large handbag bringing forth a thick bottle and handing it across to Tom as he entered the room.

"Can you do the honours?" she asked with a grin.

"Of course" he replied, taking the bottle into the kitchen to uncork, he scanned the label: Chateauneuf de Pape, his mother's favourite. Good old Jane, he thought, she always remembers.

He filled three glasses and returned to the room, passing the glasses to the smiling women.

"Wait a second, I will get mine." He returned in moments with his glass and they clinked glasses awkwardly. 

"Let me get this" Tom said as he reached for his phone.

"Not pictures already?" Sarah protested.

"Better early on than when we are all winey smiles."

He quickly snapped a couple catching the two old pals together again. He thought of how many pictures he had seen through the years of the two companions deciding it was right to mark the moment.

"Let me see" Jane said slightly impatient "this may need to be censored."

She checked the picture on the phone screen and gave an approving glance. "That is grand, we don't look too bad."

Tom examined it again. The two strong influences in his life never seemed to age. Sarah looked well in her shapely top, beautiful hair. Better than most of the Mothers of his pals. Jane who was always smartly presented, looked great in buttoned blouse and jeans. His imagination flew to her knickers in the bag and he wondered what shape pants she wore under the jeans.

"Darling, can you take out that lasagne and place it on the side?" Sarah asked him.

Tom went through the kitchen door, he could hear chat behind as he left. He knew that his last relationship would be on the list of things discussed once he had disappeared.

Deciding to spare himself the third degree he stayed in the kitchen and busied himself laying the table. Once the cutlery was set he put a large mat in the centre, with a towel he carried the steaming dish of lasagne over and set it down. The salad bowl followed, serving utensils were placed alongside condiments to the side of it.

He re-entered the sitting room, interrupting the chatter. "Ok ladies. Dinner is served." He gave a deep bow and gestured flamboyantly with his arm. They all laughed, Sarah leading the way into the kitchen.

Jane slipped an arms around his waist as they walked, "I'm so glad you're here this time. It has been such a long time since we've spent time together." Her fingers gently stroked his side as she spoke.

"It's good to see you too Aunt Jane" Tom said.

Stopping for a second she looked up into his face.

"I think you could drop the Aunt, just plain Jane is fine. We are all adults after all." Stretching onto her tip toes she placed a brief kiss on his lips and strode away to take her seat at the table.

"Oh yum, that looks superb. I am utterly ravenous!" she announced as she sat.

"Tuck in then," came Sarah's reply.

Tom took the remaining chair in front of Jane. Settling himself, he wondered if he was imagining things, had he seen a mischievous sparkle in Jane's eyes. He reasoned desperation on his part .He had not been with someone for two months not one month as he had told Jane earlier. He tended to shorten the time to make himself sound less tragic.

He regarded Jane differently now, adult to adult, he speculated on her love life and how she made time in her busy life schedule.

Jane looked across at Tom and at that moment he did something to his hair, she felt a deep loving feeling rise in her. She placed down her fork and touched her necklace and allowed one finger graze the soft flesh of the top of her breasts. She let one button go on her blouse as she felt the heat of the room increase. "Any chance of a glass of water Tom please?"

"Are we going to find you a new girl Tom?" Jane said as Tom returned placing a jug of water and glasses on the table. "My office has a ton of single women all around your age."

"He would be on the rebound. Take your time Tom, you need a few months to find yourself," Sarah said matter of factly, "we can all do with a bit of a rest and Me time."

"How did that girl let you go?" Jane said, her tone complimentary to Tom. "A fine catch like you.

If you are anything like your father she will regret at her leisure" Jane smiled with a look of wistful reminiscence.

"You knew Dad?" Tom quizzed.

"Jane knew your father for ten minutes, they dated before we got together," Sarah responded for her.

"We were all in a gang, boys and girls, in and out of relationships back then" Jane clarified.

"Innocent times" said Sarah.

"Not so innocent, we all did some crazy things," Jane added "I remember your father brought me out once on his bike up the mountains. Now there was nothing innocent there."

"I remember that bike," said Sarah and looked away wistfully.

"All I remember is that we enjoyed the ride," Jane added with mischief.

"Jane, must you" Sarah said slightly disapproving.

"Oh Sarah! Tom is an adult man." Turning herself towards him she stated. "Tom, your father, it must be said, was a wonderful lover."

"Here we go." Whispered Sarah to herself as she topped off all the glasses.

"I never knew this stuff Mum," Tom said, looking towards Sarah.

"Let's just say in the endowment department the lift went to the very top floor." Jane smiled as she said this, expecting a reaction from the table.

There was stunned silence for a moment.

Tom broke it saying, "so, like father, like son."

The gang broke the tension with a burst of laughter.

The conversation flowed throughout the meal, switching from topic to topic, with an ease that made time pass unnoticed.

"That was quite delicious Sarah, you always were a star of the kitchen," Jane, effusive as ever, handed her empty plate to her friend who had stood to clear the table.

"Glad you enjoyed it," Sarah piled the plates and cutlery together and carried them to the sink. "Coffee? Receiving affirmation from the other two, she filled the kettle and scooped ground coffee into the cafitiere. "If you want to go and relax in the sitting room, I will bring this in when it's ready. Could you check the fire Tom, it may need another log." Sarah spoke over her shoulder as she began to load a large tray with cups and a plate of her homemade chocolate biscuit cake.

"Of course" Tom replied as he pushed his chair back under,the table. "Lovely supper, thanks." He stopped to kiss his mother's cheek on his way to the sitting room.

Jane had already decamped and by the time he entered the room, she was reclined on the couch, her kicked off heels strewn on the floor.

"Ah, that's such a relief" she stretched her legs out in front of her, wriggling her toes. Sipping the last of her wine, she watched Tom's back as he tended the fire. Appreciating the sight. "I am looking forward to a relaxing evening. It's such a relief to get away from office-hotel-office routines and enjoy some home cooking and good company," Jane said with a sigh.

Tom turned and chatted about his plans. He decided not to canvass Jane tonight as the mood was not right for business talk. He sat in the chair and watched his Aunt; her raised leg and gaping blouse was there for him to see, her blouse had unbuttoned just a little and he could make out an ivory bra against tanned flesh. He stared at will as he chatted, while Jane looked at the ceiling and wall as she lay on the couch.

Tom had a particular taste for this semi-formal blouse look. He would see it on the bus in the mornings, now he could watch at will and not fear having the object of his attention cover up and stare at him like he was a pervert. Still he thought best not get caught looking. He shifted in his seat as his erection woke up, he crossed his legs as a light went on in his head that read: 'This is your godmother control yourself.'

He was woken from his thoughts by Sarah who entered laden down and proceeded to serve. Jane swung around to let Sarah join her on the couch. Tom made to reach but thought better as he would not care to display the swelling in his trousers.

"I will let mine cool a bit," he said and no one appreciated the double meaning.

Stretching forward to take a slice of the biscuit cake, affording him an ample view of her cleavage - accidentally or not, Tom was at this stage unsure - Jane took a steaming cup in the other had and resumed her position on the couch.

"I need to keep both hands occupied after a meal." She gave a little laugh before biting into the chocolate. "Six months a non-smoker, but after dinner I still yearn for the satisfaction of a Marlboro."

Her voice was slightly muffled through the crumbly succulence. "Oh Sarah, this is Devine!" she fell silent for a moment to savour the next sweet mouthful.

She listened as mother and son chatted, sipped at the hot bitter coffee, enjoying the contrasting yet complimentary flavour. She surveyed Tom over the rim of the cup. He sprawled comfortably in the armchair, his long legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. Noticing he had no shoes on, his feet covered in thick socks. She remembered how she had had to stretch to her toes to kiss him earlier, even in her heels he towered above her. He must be about six four, she calculated. His height highlighted the leanness of his body. He would look stunning in a suit, she mused.

"What do you think Jane?" Sarah's voice penetrated her thoughts.

"Sorry. I zoned out for a minute, this chocolate is hypnotic," Jane smiled, casting her eyes over him briefly before turning to her host.

"You must stop complimenting me, I will get a big head." Sarah scolded gently. "Excuse me for a few minutes, I have to pop to the bathroom."

As she left the room, Tom stood up and poked the fire again, squatting in front of the crackling flames. Jane quickly put her cup back on the tray and stood up. As he stretched his arm out to grab a log, he felt her fingertips stroke across his shoulder. Rooted to the spot he stopped. Her fingers trailed down the length of his back. She crouched behind him. Her hands pushed under his shirt and began to stroke his belly and chest, the only movement he made was a sharp intake of breath and an involuntary twitch in his trousers. She pressed her breasts into his back as she leaned forward to kiss his neck with soft, damp lips.

Hearing toilet flush and the bathroom door open, she raised up and retook her seat on the couch and picked up her mug. Meeting his eyes with hers, she smiled.

Tom sat back and let his blood course through him, his heart was racing and the caffeine was helping. He reasoned that this was the moment he must grasp. The circumstances would never combine like this again. He smiled what must have been a goofy smile towards the women and relaxed back into his chair.

"You look like the cat who got the cream Tom," Sarah said, crossing the room to the couch.

"I couldn't be happier than here with you both tonight," he replied.

"Ahhh," the women responded in unison.

"How about a nostalgia disco? I can hook my phone up to your speakers," Jane said as she fumbled for her phone.

With a bit of messing about they were shuffling through Jane's favourite tracks and building a song list. Tom had come to watch as Sarah and Jane flicked through all their 70's and 80's favourites. Tom watched as the women, both softened by good food and wine, giggled at the memories of their youth as they oooh'd and ahhh'd through the hits of the time. He had a full view of Sarah's scooped top and Jane's, by now, half opened blouse. He sat on the arm of the chair as he watched losing all sense of restraint and control.

The song list was started, the phone was set to one side and Tom watched as they danced around to their favourites. With arms raised above their heads, their denim clad hips and bottoms swayed with the flow of the music.

Tom couldn't help but chuckle as they put their cheeks together to sing along with a chorus of a classic song of their day. He silently gave thanks that they were young and wild before the days of karaoke and social media - they would have been dangerous! 

A misplaced leg kick by Sarah during a rendering of an anthem resulted in a half full cup of coffee, still on the low table, overturning, spilling its contents onto the floor splashing dark stains on her white jeans.

"Damn, these are new!" she exclaimed, "sorry guys, I have to go and sort this out."

She rushed from the room and up the stairs.

"I'll go and get a cloth." Tom hurried to the kitchen, returning in moments with a rung out cloth.

Jane had stacked all the cups back on the tray and took it out as he dealt with the spill. He rinsed the dripping cloth under the hot tap, as Jane put the last of the dishes in the machine, she pressed the button to start it. Tom drying his hands, watching her every move from a close proximity. As she turned from her task her face was level with his chest.

"Sarah will be up there scrubbing that trouser leg with a nail brush, she will be a while." She drew a nail down the front of his shirt, letting a finger slip inside between the buttons. "What will we do to pass the time until she comes down?" she enquired in a sultry tone. Her finger reappeared, traveling south, finding the swelling in his trousers, trailing over the length. Staring into his eyes, "can you think of anything?" she whispered, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue.




Mother and Tom and Aunt Make Three



"Janey, you are mad?" Tom said and smiled. "I think Mum will be down in a minute."

"Better be quick then" Jane whispered. "This is that chance you have been thinking about all evening," she touched his lips with her finger, "I have been watching you. I know."

Tom slowly unzipped his fly and pulled himself out, he was semi-hard and he held it for a moment.

"My god you are big!" Jane blurted, "when I stood for you twenty years ago all swaddled in the christening clothes, little did I know where you would finish."

"I have always felt a little different, always getting sidelong glances in the changing room. A disadvantage has turned into an advantage since I matured." As he spoke he stroked the length, the loose skin on the tip retracting and the sheer weight and girth keeping his cock dangling close to his thigh.

In her jeans and blouse she slowly crouched to the level of his belt, holding him by his hips to steady herself she kissed the front of the member. "I think this is going to provide a lot of pleasure my lucky, lucky Tom."

She grasped the thickening shaft and filled her mouth with tip and loose foreskin making a pleasure sigh at the novelty of this sensation. She sucked lightly. Tom's senses were whirring but he kept one sense ready for a quick reaction should Sarah return. 

Leaning herself forward just enough to enable herself to accommodate more of him in her mouth, the remainder of his length she circled with one hand. Her warm mouth and closed fingers began to work in an harmonious rhythm, her free hand straying from his hip to grasp the tight cheek of his bottom pulling him closer.

His hands flew to her head, fingers burying in her soft dark curls. Sensing he was close, she increased her speed just a little. With a deep sigh he thrust his hips forward filling her mouth and throat with his fluid. Swallowing deeply, she released her hold on him, running her tongue over his tip before tucking him back in and closing his zip.

Standing up she straightened her shirt and fingered her hair back to order. Looking directly into his eyes once more, tracing the outline of her lips with a finger and thumb, ensuring they were free from any tell-tale wetness, "we will finish this later," she whispered in his ear.

The sound of the lounge door and Sarah's voice flowed through to the kitchen. "Thanks for sorting out the spillage," she called.

They moved away from each other, just as Sarah joined them dressed now in lightweight pyjamas.

"Sorry about that, I hope you kept each other amused." Sarah began to speak. Tom faced the counter top and was fiddling with the controls on the dishwasher, Jane was examining the spines of the cookbooks.

"What have you two scamps been up to?" Sarah said with arms folded across her chest, her sleeveless pyjama top showed a full bust and just the hint of nipple shape. "I leave the room for five minutes and you are looking very furtive".

"We have been discussing business, I am giving Tom the update on life in the fast lane," Jane replied.

"Too much business talk, let's dance some more. Tom there is a little bubbly in the fridge, grab it and we can enjoy it together," Sarah said as she turned back towards the music.

"I will get a little Abba going" Jane said as she followed Sarah through, "I know there has to be some."

Tom returned with half- filled glasses of bubbles, the women ooo'd and aah'd at the sight of

crystal glasses and champagne.

"I am overdressed, let me change, freshen and I will be right back" Jane said taking a sip "you dance."

Sarah raised one arm as her favourite song kicked in. "Quick Tom, I must have a partner for this one."

Tom had always been a handy mover and the two spun around to Dancing Queen, both lost in the moment and the bubbles effects. Sarah jumped and wrapped both legs around Tom and he spun slowly.

"Careful Mum, no more accidents," he held her by her bottom, she raised her hands and he continued to turn.

She wrapped her arms around his neck again and released the grip her legs had on him and slid her feet back down to the floor.

"I am perfectly fine Tom, and you are a great mover." Her gyrating was a joy for Tom her cotton sleepwear hugging her figure. Tom thought he couldn't have wished for a better night.

Jane opened the overnight bag on the bed, gathering her wash bag and silk jersey pyjamas she hurried into the bathroom. Switching on the shower, letting it run while she slipped out of her clothes. She stepped behind the screen and wet her body beneath the spray before rubbing shower gel over her skin and rinsing the residue off swiftly. Reaching round for a towel that hung to the side of the panel she sloughed off the beads of water before wrapping herself in the thick softness.

Standing at the sink she squeezed a blue line of toothpaste along the bristles of her toothbrush, looking up at her reflection she smiled back at herself. As she brushed she thought of the encounter in the kitchen. Thought of the firm young body. Fantasised of what was to come later.

Speedily Jane put on the flattering pyjamas, that were for all intents and purposes an elegant enough two piece to be acceptable at a summer cocktail party. Wide legged pants and a matching sleeveless button down top with a deep V neckline.

Returning toiletries and laundry to her bag she drifted down the stairs and back to the music, less than ten minutes from the time she had left. Retrieving her glass, she perched herself on the arm of the couch. Sipping the cold crisp champagne she watched mother and son dance until the track ended and they, still laughing, flopped down on the deep cushions next to her.

Sarah's legs were draped over Tom's long limbs she was enjoying the change of routine and the freedom of being in the company of people with whom she could be herself. Tom leaned forward and passed Sarah her glass and he took a sip of his drink.

"That is good, and is just what we needed to get this party underway," he said admiring the bubbles as they rose.

Jane slid down the arm to the cushion and took her place on Tom's right. Sarah was on his left. Six limbs stretched out 

"A little overdressed there Tom" said Jane nodding to his jeans and their own semi covered legs.

"Come on - get them off" Jane said as she pulled at his trouser waistband.

"Get with the programme Tom," teased Sarah who joined in and poked him in the side.

"Give me a chance." He downed his glass and raised himself from the sofa, "I will get a top-up for us all too."

Tom made for the fridge and retrieved the chilling bottle. He thought about a clothes change and realised he did not own sleepwear.

Returning to the room he proceeded to top up the glasses. Standing there he said, "I don't own pyjamas." He shrugged.

"Get them off!" came the reply in unison, both women laughing at the coincidence.

"Well, ok so" Tom said removing his jeans, his pristine white tight boxers revealed.

Jane let out a wolf whistle, wanting to convince anyone listening that this was her first glimpse of Tom.

Tom's flaccid cock lay to the right, the obvious endowment clear. Jane was enjoying her drink and view. Tom retook his place on the sofa. Sarah replaced her legs over Tom's.

"I think it's nearly time for more dancing," Jane said, "I never got a spin" she squeezed Tom's thigh.

"Just give me a minute to catch my breath" Tom said reclining. "By the way are you identical?" He said looking at the women in turn while grinning.

"Is that a boob related question Tom?" said Sarah with a scolding tone in her voice, "are you being fresh?"

"Tom is just curious Sarah. I can't speak for Sarah but mine are a generous D cup," Jane said not wanting Tom to be scolded. Here, let there be no doubt" Jane slowly pulled the stretchy V neckline to reveal her breasts, tanned and full. "Happy?" Jane said kindly.

"Very nice Jane" Tom said with the confidence of the two glass of champagne drunk, he watched as the view was covered again.

"You're worse to show him" said Sarah. "If you must know, mine are an E cup and I have feeding you to thank for the extra size." She sipped from her glass and ruffled his hair to show all was well and no harm was done.

Tom's cock lifted slightly in the fabric of his shorts. He thought a dance maybe just what was needed to distract his sexual energies.

"Well what is good for the goose...I am guessing a 10. What do you think Sarah?" Jane's eyes flicked to Tom's midriff.

Sarah nearly lost a mouthful of drink with the shock and laugh.

"It's a long time since I washed it and things do change I guess. I am thinking an 11" Sarah said, rubbing her nose to give relief from the escaped champagne bubbles.

Tom squeezed himself through the fabric. "You are both close, it's a 10 ½," Tom smiled "but girth is important too."

"Oh yes and you seem grand in that department too," Jane said and reached to squeeze the tip, her fingers encircling his member.

"Don't encourage him Jane. Would you two ever dance and get the party going again" Sarah sighed.

Jane stood up and holding out both hands urged Tom to join her. He did not need too much encouragement to get up close with her and was on his feet in a second.

The tune that was playing had a slower tempo than the previous ones. If Tom had thought dancing would take his mind off his arousal, he was wrong. Jane, locking her eyes on his began to sway her hips from side to side, still holding his hands she raised her arms shimmying closer until their bodies were pressed together with a mere whisper of fabric between them.

She released his hands without missing a beat of the rhythm her hips were playing, Letting her hands travel the length of his back, over his moving buttocks and find a resting place on his tight, hard thigh. His own hands mirroring the route but stopping on her bottom. He pulled her even closer, his now engorged cock pressing into her soft belly.

Jane was level with Tom's collar bone and felt the desire to nestle and nuzzle that space but didn't want the dance to slow to a lurch. Instead she took his hands again and pulled away and shimmied her hips in a seductive dance. Tom's bulbous penis tip risked breaking through the confines of the band of his shorts as Jane continued to sway.

Sarah watched mesmerised by the silhouetted shape of the two, her own son's bottom, taut in profile, his smile and look of complete relaxation and her oldest friend at ease with him. She watched as Jane moved to be behind Tom tracing one hand across his chest and side as she moved. She leaned into his back and lay her head between his shoulders facing Sarah.

As Tom and Jane both continued to dance Sarah watched as Jane reached around to hold Tom's chest. Her hand slowly descending to his belly button. Jane peeled away the band of his shorts from his body and released him from his restraint. His cock fell to be perpendicular to his body its sheer weight and length maintaining it there. The cock was fully engorged and the foreskin almost fully retracted. Jane gathered Tom's balls in one hand and played and squeezed gently. Tom leaned back into Jane as both bodies swayed.

Sarah was calmly entertained by these sights and betraying little emotion. She watched as Jane's hand moved from balls to his rod. Saw Jane pull back the foreskin fully and saw the head glisten in the soft light. Just then the music selection changed and everyone seemed rocked out of their dream state. Tom looked around to Jane and turned to face her. He fixed himself in his boxers. They both smiled and speeded up their dancing rhythm.

The music and the hypnotic movements of the bodies in front of her had. for a while taken Sarah back to another time. She was not seeing Jane with Tom, in her mind it was Jane and Ed. Twenty one year's previously, here, in this very room - the house was her family home. Jane, Sarah and Ed - Sarah's boyfriend - had been hanging out for the evening, listening to music, talking, having a few drinks. Jane had pulled Ed up to dance to one of the songs, while Sarah lay on the couch smoking a cigarette.

She had begun to feel a little jealous as the dancing got raunchy, throwing her cigarette into the fire, she jumped to her feet and joined them. Instead of opening out they simply drew her in, each putting an arm around her, pulling her tightly towards them. A hip bone of both of them pressed into hers. As they moved with the music, wrapped together in a tight circle, Sarah felt a hand slide beneath her t-shirt, at first she assumed it was Ed's hand but soon realized it was Jane's. As she relaxed beneath the touch, Ed took a step back and stood watching.

The two women facing each other, still swaying to the music, looked at each other for a moment before Jane pulled Sarah's top over her head, freeing her braless breasts, stroking her hands over the soft mounds then raising her arms above her head for her friend to do likewise to her top. They stood still in the flickering light of the fire, feeling each-others breasts.

Ed, mesmerized, stood perfectly still afraid to break the moment by moving. He gazed at the way they pulled at each- others nipples, so much firmer than he would have dared. They both made little pleasure noises that he could barely hear above the music. In a moment, the two topless women were kissing, open mouthed. They seemed to have forgotten he was there.

He grasped the moment, pulled off his shirt, moved back towards them and placed a hand on each of their backs. Simultaneously they turned their heads towards him, kissing his neck. In unison they kissed their way down his chest, hands following lips. As their fingers reached his belt buckle they stopped, looked up at him and kissed each other again, giving him a full view of their twining tongues. His buckle was opened, button and fly following suit, trousers fell to the floor and underwear eased down. Both were kicked aside.

The women knelt before him. Sarah took his erect cock in her hand stroking the length, she kissed the tip, holding the base, and she directed it towards Jane who took the length into her mouth, sucking him in, flicking her tongue teasingly over the tip then the full length of his throbbing rod.

Sarah moved her hand to his balls, holding and squeezing gently. Stopping as suddenly as they began, they stood up, taking turns to kiss him deeply on the mouth.

Moving to the couch, the girls removed their jeans and pants, threw the couch cushions onto the floor and lay on them, facing each other. Jane, began a kiss trail down her friend's neck, between her breasts, continuing down her belly. She bent Sarah's leg up to allow her access to her friend's damp pussy. As she leaned forward to sweep her tongue over Sarah's clitoris, Jane's bottom raised giving Ed an irresistible view of her own wetness.

Joining them on the makeshift bed, he spread Jane open, licking her clit, pushing his tongue deep inside her vagina, tasting and smelling her musky juice.

Reaching her hand across, Sarah found his cock, shifting the few inches needed to lick the wet tip and suck firmly, stroking the shaft with her hand. She stopped. Throwing her head back, a deep groan came from her throat, the hand on his cock tightened, the other shooting down to rest on Jane's head, her fingers curling into her hair as she came in flowing spasms.

Fuelled by the pleasure of her beautiful friend, Jane too began to come, gushing wetness on Ed's face.

Once the waves subsided, they shifted positions. Ed lay on his back, Sarah kissed the dampness from his lips while Jane straddled him, lowering herself onto his stiff cock. She rocked her hips, raising and lowering herself, reaching her hand behind her to stroke his thighs. Sarah sucked on one of Jane's nipples while Ed pulled the other. She climaxed again, her muscles tightening around Ed's cock. His hips thrust hard beneath her, Jane knew he was close and climbed off, flopping back on the pillows, exhausted. Raising to his knees, grabbing Sarah by the hips, he positioned her, pushing his hot, wet cock deep inside with one swift move, with three thrusts of his hips he groaned and released his seed deep inside her.

"Hey mum," Tom's voice penetrated her thoughts, "Are you sleeping?"

Tom was sitting back on the couch next to her, patting her leg.

"Sorry Ed...I mean Tom, I was miles away there," Sarah replied, she grabbed his hand on her leg and stroked his thumb with hers.

"You and Jane are very close tonight Tom, you seem very much at home with her," Sarah whispered.

"It just happened, in fact it happened earlier when you were upstairs. The attraction seems mutual, if a bit strange," Tom said, leaning his head into her shoulder.

"I knew you two were up to something when I came down, you be careful now. Jane and I go back a long way I hope you are kind to each other" Sarah said and kissed the top of his head.

"We will be, we are just exploring at the moment she is very passionate and direct. Anyway, who is this Ed character you mentioned, was it an old flame?" Tom said.

"Just an old friend from years gone by. Seeing you and Jane had brought it back to me. And Tom you are gaping!" she nodded towards his pants.

Tom looked at himself and saw his softening member had worked its way out of his pants.

"Let me look after that." Sarah said and gently gripped his cock with her fingertips and manipulated it back through the vent in his shorts.

"You are so much like your father in that way," she said maintaining her gentle touch and feeling it harden under her direction.

Jane returned to the room and was smiling at the doorway.

"Can't leave a room for five minutes," she said.

"I am just reliving old memories, it's my party after all," Sarah said smiling.

The look that passed between them indicated that Jane was all too aware where Sarah's thoughts had been. Jane picked up her glass and settled herself on the other side of Tom.

Nestled between them, breathing in the comforting scent of his mother, feeling the heat of Jane's body pressed against his side, he felt held and loved.

They all chatted happily for a long while, but much as he was enjoying himself in the company, the thought of the promise of a continuation of the earlier encounter in the kitchen was at the forefront of his mind.

Leaning towards Sarah, he placed a soft kiss on her cheek. "I think I might head up to bed." He said as he shuffled in the seat, turning to Jane, staring intently into her eyes for a moment before kissing her cheek and raising to his feet.

Gathering his clothes he made his way to the door, opening it he turned to the women. "Goodnight," he spoke in a low voice. Bringing his fingers to his lips he blew them a kiss and retreated up the stairs to his room.

Sarah and Jane watched Tom leave and were completely at ease with the activities of the night. They never regretted or conducted post mortems on their adventures.

"I was brought all the way back to Ed watching you two cavort," Sarah told her friend.

"Good memories indeed, hope you didn't mind me and Tom messing about," Jane squeezed her friends hand as she spoke.

"He told me everything. I was somewhat relieved you two have had that experience- I think it brings us all closer," Sarah said.

"I think there is enough to go around, don't you?" Jane said nudging her friend.

"I think nothing is too small to share," Sarah said thoughtfully.

And both women laughed.

Tom rolled into bed his heart on a slight flutter with the anticipation of what he hoped would transpire, he threw his clothes in a pile by the wardrobe. He was in too distracted to consider tidying them up.

He was dozing when a light knock came to the door.

"It's only me Tom," Sarah spoke and pushed through to the bedroom.

Tom raised himself on his elbows and watched as she approached the bed, her body silhouetted in the landing light.




Mother and Tom and Aunt Make Three



"I'm sorry love, did I wake you?" she enquiries softly.

"No, I was just thinking" he replied, patting the bed, indicating to her to sit.

She sat on the edge. Reaching a hand forward, she stroked his hair.

"You left the room abruptly down there. Are you ok?"

"Oh yes" he smiled up at her, "I am perfectly fine."

" That's ok then, just checking on you before I go to bed myself." Bending forward, she kissed his forehead. "Goodnight my darling boy." She raised to her feet and began to walk to the door.

"Goodnight" he returned, as she left the room. 

She opened the door of her own room and entered, closing it soundlessly behind her.

Jane wondered as she cleared her bag from the bed and pushed back the covers, if she should cross the landing and slip into Tom's room. She removed the light pyjamas, slithering, naked into the cool, fresh sheets. She had lost her nerve. Maybe he left the room earlier out of politeness. Maybe the advances of an older woman had not been to his taste. Perhaps she had been too forthright. As she thought, she allowed her hands to wander across her breasts, over her toned belly, down her thighs, back up the insides of them. She felt the heat of her own arousal dampen the back of her hand.

She didn't hear the door open and close. Lost in thoughts of the evening, the first she knew of anyone in the room was the sheet lifting from her body. Startled, she shot her hands away and snapped on the bedside lamp. Tom stood, naked, the corner of the sheet in his hand.

"I was waiting for you," he whispered.

Jane returned to resting on her pillow and lay there regarding Tom's presence, she raised her arms above her head and through her hair, she made a low satisfied sigh.

"I am thrilled you made the long trip across the landing, I wasn't sure if I had scared you off," Jane said and moved her right leg away from the edge of the bed and made room.

Tom bent down and kissed Jane full in the mouth, their tongues moving in perfect sync. Jane sought out his sac with her outstretched arm and cupped his balls with her fingertips and his member rose beneath her delicate touch.

Tom pulled away slightly, his senses taking in Jane's expert touch. He leaned into the bed edge and let Jane work him into full hardness. He wanted to spend as much time experiencing her touch before he lay with her. She brought her other hand around to his cock and she gently stroked it. Tom head tilted back slightly and with eyes closed felt his arousal build.

Jane straightened her left leg as she spread wide on the bed, Tom seeing this motion took her prompting and moved on to the bed. He positioned himself there on his knees between her spread legs. She resumed her long strokes of his cock using a forehand and backhand hold that stimulated every inch of the member. He covered her hands with his own to halt her movements.

"I think it's your turn for some attention," he stated, smiling down at her.

She released her grip and relaxed back. Tom explored her body with his hands, stroking his fingers up her inner thighs along her groin and over the curve of her hip, one hand in unison with the other. They travelled along her waist then circled each breast, teasing her tightening nipples before continuing on upwards along her neck to her face. Holding her eyes with his for a moment, he bent his head to kiss her lips. Every nerve was on the surface in response to his touch, she returned his kiss with slightly quivering lips.

As he leaned between her legs and his kiss deepened his bulbous cock tip rested on her pubis. Feeling this she brought her knees up instinctively as though expecting an attempt at penetration. She felt a little trepidation for the discomfort she may feel because of the size of his organ and her concern at her lack of full preparedness but she pushed these thoughts away as their deep kisses of suck and tongue coupling grew in intensity.

Jane raised her hands to Tom's back and moved to his neck, he made a low murmur of pleasure for the stimulation of that seldom touched area of his body. Again Tom held his position wanting to maximise the pleasure of her touch and unwilling to rush ahead. 

Still on his knees he eventually rose to his full height and viewed the full beauty that is Jane. Her pubic hair was trimmed and her outer pussy lips seemed to purse in a welcoming kiss. He could make out the red shine of clitoris hood through the light wisps of hair. Her upper thighs were small and lightly tanned.

He grasped his cock and drew back fully the foreskin and placed the head close to her welcoming pussy lips, tracing the moist length with a gentle up and down exploration movement. Tom was feeling for her wettest point hoping to part the lips where she would receive him best. Taking a deep breath of anticipation, Jane raised her hips to meet him, the motion opening her enough to receive him fully.

With one strong thrust he entered her. A long sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as his thickness filled her. Greedy for more she raised one leg up and brought it to rest on his shoulder. He watched his cock as it entered and reappeared coated and slick with her now flowing juices, which trickled down between the cheeks of her bottom, wetting his balls as they slapped against them with each vigorous thrust.

"Jane, are you awake?" Sarah poked her head around the door.

Both faces looked quickly towards the door, bearing expressions of surprise not guilt.

"You pair, I knew it was on the cards but you got straight to it," Sarah said and leaned against the door frame.

"Mum...I." Tom started.

"Stop, I know everything from Jane, relax and be comfortable. Don't lose your spot," Sarah said as she enjoyed the sight.

Tom turned back to Jane who lifted a hand and placed it on his left breast.

"Keep it slow, you are a wonderful lover," Jane spoke softly.

Tom resumed his rhythm, he held her raised leg and gripped her other leg at the thigh. Sarah had a full view of their coupling. Tom's long cock pounding slowly and Jane's red pussy lips that unfurled on every out stroke and disappeared as he buried himself deep on the return.

With mixed emotions Sarah stood transfixed. She should, she knew, turn away and leave the room, yet, she felt proud to see her son expertly providing so much pleasure to dear Jane, who voiced her appreciation with a deep moan.

Tom stopped his hip movements, staying buried in the warmth of Jane's body. Leaning forward, cupping her breast, he took a swollen nipple in his mouth, sucking softly, causing Jane to groan deeply. She held his head in her hands, raising her hips to encourage him to resume the rhythmic pounding.

"Jesus Tom" her voice was hoarse,"Fuck me hard you gorgeous man."

She pulled his head away from her breast, staring him in the eye for a second before kissing him with urgent passion.

Tom resumed his motion with increased speed and force. Noises filled the room; the pounding of Tom on Jane and the soft liquid sounds from her pussy. As Tom watched her breasts move on each thrust, Sarah came into his peripheral view.

Sarah had moved nearer the bed her pyjama top was opened fully, her cleavage and the inside curves of her heavy bust were visible. Tom looked towards her and watched as she squeezed her own breast taking erotic pleasure in watching the pair of lovers.

Sarah, lost in the moment of her own arousal, unaware she had been noticed, found the tightening tip of her full breast, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger, teasing it to full puckered erection. Pulling it outwardly, the weight of her breast resting in the palm of her hand. She bent her head and with the swiftest of movements released her finger and thumb. Directing her breast up to her lips, sucking firmly and wantonly. Her other hand disappeared downwards beneath the waistband of her loose cotton trousers.

Tom was transfixed by the sight of Sarah's display. As she pulled her lips away from her own nipple Tom could see the raspberry coloured nipple lengthened by her sucking. He reached over to her and gently moved the cotton top over her left shoulder. Sarah shrugged it off and Tom saw for the first time as an adult his mother's breasts. Sarah moved closer to the lovers and as she did Jane extended a hand to her. Sarah reached to her and held Jane's hand. As Tom's hand rested on Sarah's shoulder the trio were joined at last.

Jane raised her shoulders off the bed, drawing Sarah's hand towards her lips. She kissed the back of her fingers, which were still a little damp with cunt juice, the fragrance arousing her further she extended her tongue, licking along to the tip of Sarah's forefinger, sucking the digit into her mouth. Repeating the action on her middle finger, savouring the almost forgotten flavour.

Raising her eyes to her friend's she spoke softly; "Come up here darling, let me taste you properly."

She lay back down on the pillow, holding her arms wide. Sarah quickly stepped out of her trousers and, following Jane's guidance straddled either side of Jane's chest. Sarah, now facing her son, whose cock was still nestled inside Jane. Sarah leaned forward, kissing Tom softly on the lips.

Spellbound by the unfolding scene, Tom took his mother's face in his hands and returned the kiss with ardour, raising himself a little his cock slipped from the heated depths of Jane's pulsing pussy.

Sarah pulled her mouth away from his and began to kiss down his chest, lingering at his navel, tracing the outline with her tongue before kissing down his belly until her face was level with his twitching cock. Opening her mouth she took him in, sucking Jane's creamy wetness off the iron hard rod, she held is buttocks tightly as her hungry mouth paid homage to his magnificent manhood.

The wriggling and bending had put her into a perfect position for Jane, she gently parted Sarah's arousal puffed pussy lips and located her void that she had been fingering before. Jane forced her tongue as deep as was possible just to feel the sensation of filling her friend, she then brought her tongue tip to the front of her pussy to feel the softness and wetness of her full outer lips.

Sarah moved her hips to give her friend the best access to the length of her pussy and Jane took full advantage and licked it slow and long from top to tail.

Sarah's involuntary shiver told Jane she was hitting the right spots for her friend.

Sarah lifted her head off Tom's cock and looked into his face saying, "you are magnificent Tom, I hope I am giving you all you desire."

Tom held her chin in his hand "more than you can imagine," he replied.

Tom looked down at Sarah's face and could see her weighty breasts and cleavage, her mouth close to his spit shined cock tip and he had the sight and sound of Jane eating her out.

Sarah stroked Tom's cock and whispered. "Do you like my breasts Tom?" Sarah cupped a breast and ran the nipple on his sensitive point just below the cock head playfully manipulating his cock to

touch all areas of her large nipple. Sarah's grasp on her full tit caused indents and quivering breast flesh that made him buck with arousal and his cock twitch in appreciation.

"Yes, I love them" he finally replied.

She brought her other breast up to meet the first one. Holding them on the underside, she offered them up to Tom to have full view before parting them slightly, swallowing the length of his shaft between their softness, pushing them together holding him fully in place.

Sarah began to writhe and moan with orgasmic pleasure, she pushed her hips back as Jane slipped two fingers deep into her. Jane felt the muscles contract around them, the flow of liquid wetting her hand and dripping onto her face.

An unstoppable wave of arousal hit a crescendo in the room at that moment. Tom relaxed into a spasm that began deep in his sac caused by the sight of his cock between his Mothers breasts and the sound of her distracted moans of pleasure as she came in waves of delight. All this enabled Tom to let go and cum to his relief and pleasure a second time that night.

He watched as his cum sprayed his Mothers chin and wet the valley she had created with her breasts. Tom bid Sarah to slow down the motion of her breasts around his cock so he could deliver each spasm to the maximum effect and empty himself on her breasts. 

Sarah's orgasm and Tom's orgasm seemed to bring a closing of a chapter in the evening. Sarah played with the tip of Tom's cock, squeezing the last of his seed to the tip and removing it with her tongue, pulling the foreskin forward and tonguing the inside of the hanging tip as though no drop could be lost.

She cupped and weighed his balls with her hand "Empty now my darling?" she said with a mischievous grin that promised so much.

Jane quite coincidentally was doing the same for Sarah, she was affectionately dry kissing all points of her pussy as though returning it to its placid state letting it revive itself for later.

"Poor Jane, you need a little 'o' tonight," Tom said "you seem to be doing all the work with little reward."

"I am getting rewards" she said "I get to suck mother and son to a finish in the same night, I am not complaining." Jane was now relaxing back on her pillow admiring her evening's conquests.

"Tom is right, it's your turn now." Sarah stroked the length of Jane's body as she spoke and wiped the residual cum that wet her neck and chest with her other hand. Jane grabbed her wrist before she could wipe it on the towel that hung on the bedpost.

"Allow me." Jane said, looking directly at Tom as she licked the last drop of his cool liquid seed from his Mothers fingers.

Sarah dropped her head back for a moment, enjoying the sensation, before retrieving her hand, bringing it down to Jane's breast, squeezing a nipple to full erection. Kneeling low to the side of her, Sarah bent her head and directed the tight budded nipple to her lips, sucking it in the way she had done to her own not so long before.

Tom lay on his front between Jane's legs, opening her sopping pussy lips. He inserted two fingers with ease, her slippery hungry cunt sucking his long fingers in ravenously. As he gently but firmly rotated his fingertips on the spot that brought deep groans from her throat, he located her engorged clit with his tongue. Her hand gripping the back of his head, daring him to move away from the spot.

Jane was being rewarded for a night of pleasure she had shared and it was coming back to her in spades. Tom was careful to circle Jane's clit with his tongue, avoiding the centre of all nerves at the tip of the clit. Keeping a light pressure to maximise her sensations. Jane's hips lifted to force the pressure onto his mouth, greedy for a sensation. This tease went back and forth; Tom's light touch and Jane's hip thrusts as Jane reached for her climax that Tom wanted to delay, hoping he could blow her mind. 

Sarah sucked one breast and primped the nipple on the other with her fingers, using the sort of pressure a woman understands; squeezing the nipple harder than a man would dare but staying the right side of inflicting pain. Jane's pleasure centres were fizzing and she was riding a wave of pre-orgasm passion and her moans filled the room.

Sensing she was about to go over the edge, Tom increased the pressure of his fingers and took her clit fully between his lips, sucking firmly but gently causing her moans to change to gasps of intensity. Her hands tightened their grip on his hair, her toes curling into the sheet beneath them.

Sarah softened her mouth, knowing that at this point her friend's nipples would be far too sensitive for sucking or tweaking. Instead she stroked and kissed the soft fullness of the heaving bosoms.

The contrasting sensations, pushed Jane to the limit of pleasure endurance and with a reverberating half scream she climaxed with a fierceness she had never experienced. Wave after wave of contractions, caused her body to shudder and fill every part of her with an electric tingle before a feeling of euphoria flooded her.

Tom, feeling the contractions subside, withdrew his fingers and planting the softest of kisses on Jane's hyper-sensitive pussy. Bringing himself back to his knees, he gently stroked her thighs as he watched her and Sarah share a gentle soft kiss.

Sarah moved around and lay to Jane's right, snuggling in closely to her. Turning her head towards Tom, Sarah extended an arm, indicating he join in the cuddle. He held the length of his body against Jane's other side, draping his arm across her waist his hand pointing upwards, cupping her breast. He felt Sarah as she passed her arm over Jane's back, her hand stroking the top of his relaxed arm.

The three lay there happy in the after- glow of a wonderful sexual evening; the air hung with perfume and sex.

They must have dozed because Tom was awoken when his mother made to leave the bed. She gently removed her arm and swung herself carefully off the bed trying not to disturb and placed her feet onto the floor. Tom seeing this extracted himself from Jane's side and covered her with a light sheet. He bent and kissed Jane good night and left the room.

As he made for his room he passed Sarah's door, he stopped and pushed his head through. "Fancy some company tonight Mum?" Tom said as he watched her pull on some shorts and a strappy top.

"I can't think of anything better" Sarah replied. Tom walked to her and pulled her in to his embrace, she reached down and grabbed his sleeping cock and held it upright pressing her belly into him and let his cock rest there between them.

"I like what you did tonight, and I am hoping you can fill me up too." Her thumb stroked the tip as she spoke and both could feel the blood return and fill up his member again. "The pleasure you brought Jane will be mine too I hope." She said into his shoulder.

She forced his cock downwards and expertly pressed it between her own legs. With just the thin shorts between her sex and his tip, they stood for some moments. Sarah rolled her hips slowly, enjoying the tantalising friction against her still sensitive area. She lifted her face to him, accepting the deep kiss he gave, returning it with fervour. She trailed her hands down the length of his long slim back, bringing them to rest on his tight round buttocks, enjoying the feel of the smooth skin before squeezing firmly with her fingertips. Breaking away from her he stood away quickly, his cock now fully engorged, tight and rock solid again.

Sarah looked down and smiled, cupping his balls and stroking his shaft from root to tip. "Beautiful, I will take that as a compliment," She admired, in hushed tones. "I can hardly wait to feel that inside me."

Tom took the hand she held out to him and she led him to the bed. Sitting on the edge, still in her brief clothes, she pulled him down to join her. He placed one hand on her naked thigh, the other he slipped beneath her top.

They sat there side by side feeling each-others bodies like new lovers, Tom's cock sat expectantly, engorged and pointing at the wall. He helped Sarah remove her top and then she stood and he removed her shorts.

Tom lay fully back on the bed his prick resting on his front and the tip reaching his belly button. Jane climbed on the bed and sat astride him. In her squat he could see the darkest point, the point he must re-enter.

She held his cock in her grasp. "Come, be inside me son, I need you in there." She lifted his cock up and without fuss stretched his dick skin back and let the purple tipped shaft enter her.

The evening was now complete for Tom and Sarah, because even if they never came tonight, this was the start of something that would be only theirs and, it turned out, a gift from her best friend.